Chapter 70. How to Be the Next Fitzrock


    Things had suddenly be a little serious...


    The system was like an unreasonable old man.


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    [Upper City District entrance permit]


    *Virtual item


    You have obtained the right to enter the Upper City District. This is an unbound item and can be freely traded.


    -


    A card made of data floated in his backpack.It was like abination of Warcraft and StarCraft.


    Since his personal system was nowpatible with the system, does this mean that he could also trade items in his backpack?


    Char had a sh of inspiration and took out a bottle of restoration fluid.


    The lowest level was the Mushmen of the Treasure Grasnd. They were obsessed with the mechanical ruins, so their technology had advanced by leaps and bounds. Only their creations were in line with the industrial system of the ruins.


    He just took it out and didn''t say much. He wanted to see everyone''s reaction before making a decision.


    "What do you mean by that?"


    The delinquent seemed to be angered as she shouted, "You think that epting something from a lowlymoner is beneath you, so you took the initiative to give alms?"


    "Think however you wish."


    Charughed arrogantly.


    Seeing that the female delinquent was about to explode, Kuris spoke up to extinguish the fire that was about to be ignited.


    "I gave her survival points on your behalf. Not much, just 50 points. That''s a fair trade."


    "I can buy an entry permit with 50 points?"


    "Your points are not as valuable as mine." Kuris said slowly: "Your advice may be worth more than 50 points for others, but it''s only worth 50 points to me."


    Char suddenly understood.


    "Your 50 points?"


    "Yes."


    "Then help me look at this. I''m toozy to apply for a patent."


    He handed the restoration fluid to Kuris.


    Char had his concerns when he made up this excuse. He remembered that the Mushmen had said that the healing liquid came from the mixture of several unknown liquids. This kind of operation in the second era was equivalent to giarizing someone else''s patent and then modifying it.


    Therefore, this was considered a ck market moneyundering operation, but it is also often done by many.


    Kuris didn''t waste any time. He went to the work desk and spent an hour examining it carefully. Seeing that she had nothing to do here, the delinquent returned to the crowd to chat. She was surrounded by a group of young men with colorful hair. She kept pointing and gesturing toward Kuris, likely ranting about him.


    Char felt bored, so he walked around and approached Kuris'' bookshelf as if it was an upational hazard.


    The bookshelves were ces where one could find the most clues among all the interactive elements. Whenever there was a living ce, the bookshelves were the second piece of furniture that one had to pay close attention to, after the storage box.


    At a nce, they were all teaching materials for mechanics.


    "Principle of Simtion Technology"


    "Magical Digital Circuit"


    "Principles of Magic Communication"


    "Theoretical Foundation of Projection Modeling "


    ...


    ''Hmmm...''


    They were basically stuff Kuris couldn''t understand.<novelnext></novelnext>


    He was an android that was destined to never be a mechanic. However, from the books that were almost torn apart, it could be seen that he had struggled a lot.


    Char took the books down and read through them one by one. The system notifications were spammed with [Mechanic Exclusive Experience gained 100].


    Suddenly, he saw a very interesting book.


    "How to be the next Fitzrock" written by Fitzrock Beelzebub


    It was the famous Fitzrock.


    This was Char''s first time seeing Fitzrock''s... Autobiography?


    He opened the book curiously and almostughed out loud when he turned to the first page.


    "How do I be the next Fitzrock? In your dreams."


    The answer was so direct and straightforward, as arrogant as ever. After that was the preface that Fitzrock had written for himself, followed by his first-person autobiography.


    Char flipped through it quickly because the content was too melodramatic and mundane to him, who had read many online novels.


    When Fitzrock was young, hisst name wasn''t Beelzebub. He was just an ordinary mechanic assistant who only did menial work like raising animals and organizing data for the mechanic.


    In that mechanic''s mansion, there were thousands of tools like him. They didn''t have names, just code names, so Fitzrock didn''t think anything was wrong with it.


    One day, he saw with his own eyes that a tool worker who did not remember the number had copied a decimal point wrong, causing an experiment to fail, and was beaten to death by a drunk mechanic. That was when he suddenly realized.


    "I can''t be a tool for the rest of my life!"


    He had crazily wanted to be a mechanic, and what followed was a story of intrigue and power.


    After sessfully marrying into the Beelzebub family, the book turned into one of a super son-inw. It was mixed with superpowers, and he defeated all kinds of bosses. He even stepped on the Beelzebub family''s big shots and started a glorious era of his own.


    So thats why Char skimmed through it so quickly?


    There were too many cliche plots. He only needed to read the first half, or see the appearance of a new character, to know what would happen next.


    It was way too easy to guess!


    In short, there were too many genres mixed into it.


    However, that was all Char could rant about, because the book had logical reason and evidence to back it, making him unable to refute!


    Everything that Fitzrock said made perfect sense.


    Motive, method, result.


    The motive was subjective. It was a first-person narrative. There was no way to argue about it.


    There was no need to borate on the method. As a level 50 mechanic, Char had the ability to distinguish between the two. In the book, Fitzrock beat up all the Masters like an undergraduate student who randomly entered the Ph.D. Student oral examination venue, and he also used fluent bilingual teaching to convince all the professors.


    As for the result, theter generations knew what kind of person Fitzrock was, and that was an indisputable fact.


    He was like a tall majestic figurine and no one was able to argue against him.


    This book...


    It was as hard to grasp as Fitzrock himself


    "And he wasn''t a God''s chosen one? How did the goddess not..."


    Char mocked.


    "How would I know?"


    Upon hearing Messiah''s rebuttal, Char was stunned as if hhe was struck by lightning.


    Oh right...


    How would she know?


    Unless...


    Fitzrock wasn''t dead yet?