Spindle-shaped aircraft equals a metal source energy core.

For Han Qingyu, this was a devastatingly tempting equation.

This path, and possibly his entire future, had started with a single dark metal chunk the size of a broad bean—that, and Blood Gourd Boy.[1]

There was no energy core in a Sharpie’s body. Or at least, the one he had just killed didn’t have one. He had gritted his teeth through the pain and groped around inside the dust cloud, only to come up empty.

A spindle-shaped aircraft, though, almost certainly contained one.

Why else would they have recalled Blood Gourd Boy to the regimental headquarters for isolation and investigation when his platoon couldn’t find one?

Those things were worth thirty or forty blue crystal cores and could even be absorbed instantly, though both factors were actually secondary to Han Qingyu. For him, the most important thing was that the relatively purer source energy from a metal core acted directly on the body.

If blue crystal cores were primarily useful for bursts of power in combat, with only a small portion being absorbed by the body...