Apocalypse: Generic System by Macronomicon (shoe dog free ebook TXT) 📕

making a handle for it, carved out of a nearby branch.

Let’s see, Myst goes in here, Then it gets channeled up and hits the splitter here…

He was still going over the details when the sun came up, revealing the zombie horde surrounding them in all its dreadful glory. Jeb didn’t have the mind to pay attention to that unimportant fact, though, he was on a roll.

“Ugh, Jeb, you’re still awake?” Amanda said, wiping sand out of her eyes.

He paused and glanced at the sun rising above the forest.

“Umm..yes.”

Jeb glanced over and spotted Ron passed out under the nearby tree, Jessica sitting on the log above him, surveying the surroundings with a watchful eye.

“You looked like you were having fun.” Jessica said with a shrug.

“What’s it do?” Brett asked, glancing at the piece of wood in his hand while making breakfast. it looked something like a shitty bike handle with little lumps coming off the side where the regulator and the pure flame lens met.

“I guess this is my ‘hello world’ Myst crafting proof of concept.” Jeb said, turning it this way and that. “If I’m right, it should serve as a furnace to melt and shape steel.”

“… But why?”

“Because I couldn’t think of anything better,” Jeb grumbled.

“What if you’re wrong?” Jessica asked.

“I suppose it’ll explode or drip molten steel all over my hands.”

The three conscious members of the party leaned away from Jeb’s invention.

“I’m pretty sure it won’t.”

Jeb turned it over in his hands half a dozen times, reviewing every aspect of the lumpy handle.

I’ll probably want to add a drip-guard.

“Let’s see what this thing can do,” Jeb said, picking up a warped piece of the broken metal collar.

He split his siphoned Myst into two tiny threads, channeling one into the broken collar, while the other he fed into the handle of his invention.

FWOOSH!

In the brief moment between the explosive activation of the smelter and Jeb’s instinctive wall of force around it, Jeb lost a week’s worth of beard and his eyebrows.

At the end of Jeb’s outstretched arm, a pillar of blue flame was manifesting four inches above the lens and reaching a length of ten feet into the sky.

The thread of Telekinetic Myst leaking out of the regulator, he used to create an enclosure, somewhat diminishing the searing heat.

If it wasn’t just a jet of flame, that would be good. Maybe I can make a lid that…

In front of Jeb’s eyes, the snake of blue flame squashed itself down until it was only a few feet tall.

That’s right, the Control lens. Does that mean…

He willed the flame to form a tight coil. The brilliant blue flames responded instantly.

Chuckling, Jeb tossed the wrecked steel collar into the enclosure, holding it there with his Myst.

The length of flame coiled around the steel like a living thing, like a brilliant blue snake strangling its prey. In seconds, the steel turned dark, then cherry red, then white hot, then it began to spark as it melted, the only thing holding it in place being his Myst.

“You want a souvenir?” Jeb asked, glancing at Jessica.

“Pass.”

“Here goes nothing,” Jeb said, with a grimace, getting ready to pull his hand out from under the molten steel.

He dropped his Myst.

The regulator kept working, releasing his Myst as a thin strand that could last for hours. The telekinetic box above his hand was still there. The piece of molten steel lost its shape and dropped to the bottom of the box, causing him to flinch.

Four inches above his hand, the white hot piece of liquid metal rested on nothing, only projecting a fraction of its heat.

He split two new strands and created two hands of pure force. Hands were something familiar to Jeb, manipulating the rapidly cooling steel into a shape more suited to his purposes.

“Holy shit. I love it.” Ron stood in front of Jeb’s creation, practically drooling. Jeb ignored him. He was more focused on what he wanted to use the little bit of steel for.

Ron stood and pointed a dramatic finger at Jeb’s creation

“I hereby officially name that, the Blue Serpent Furnace.”

“Ron…” Jeb said, glancing up at the necromancer with exasperation.

Name accepted.

Blue Serpent Furnace (Rare)

The first Creation by the Human Mystic Trapsmith, Jebediah Trapper, this novel multi-tool was created using rare and valuable lenses. It is most effective in the hands of Wizards with the Telekinetic core or Sub-core.

The blue Serpent Furnace uses telekinetic force to create any tool imaginable, as well as effectively harnesses the heat of the Pure-Flame lens for smithing, cooking, smelting, or combat purposes. The pure flame resembles a serpent when in use, giving the item its name.

You have created the highest rarity unique magic item of your species.

Innovator Accolade Granted! 

Innovator:

This accolade grants a passive bonus to the preservation and reclamation of materials that would otherwise be wasted in the user’s creations. This bonus only applies to the user’s creations. It is not a bonus to salvaging other’s.

-If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again!

Jeb read and re-read the notification.

“Damn it, Ron, you’re lucky you picked a decent name. Or else, I’d have to thump ya.” Jeb said.

“Please,” Ron said, crossing his arms. “I’ve read enough Xianxia to name an artifact or two.”

“Not really helping your case, there, Ron.” Brett said.

Jessica gave a faint smile from where she perched on the log.

After a couple minutes of fiddling around with the molten steel, Jeb started to get the hang of it, bending and stretching the goopy liquid steel into the rough shape he was imagining. Until he realized there was a much simpler method of getting what he wanted, one that people had been using for millennia.

How did he do it?

He cheated. By