As Horsey sped away in a frantic dash, Ji Jue couldn’t help but glance back and comment, “Wow, he’s screaming really loudly.”

From the back seat, An Ran nodded in admiration. “He has a great voice.”

Sitting behind him, An Ran was checking the metal plates he had previously stored in the hidden compartment of Horsey, but he quickly realized that not only his own plates, even the gun and bullets Ji Jue had stashed there earlier seemed completely renewed.

In the dim light, the faint emblem of Supreme Benevolences flickered in and out of view. The materials, strength, and physical properties had all been enhanced by Ember and reinforced by Ruins.

As expected of Mr. Furnace. He simply ran through the entire batch of weapons once, and since he was already at it, he casually gave them a quick touch-up along the way. Yet that alone was enough to push this batch right to the threshold of alchemical-grade gear. Their stability and durability improved by far more than a mere margin, and every single weapon had its durability completely restored.

Just this display of fundamental craftsmanship alone already placed him a hundredfold above Ji Jue.

An Ran sighed regretfully. “What...