Extraordinary in Reality Through Magic Games

462: Chapter 444 Zhang Mu, I want a fighter jet!When Frederica woke up, washed up, changed her clothes, and wandered over to the open space in the residential area, what she saw was a plane parked to one side, crawling with young elves, and elves who were dying of exhaustion from training.

She couldn’t help but feel confused.

A High-tier Professional is the peak level that the vast majority of people on the Saul Continent can reach in their cultivation careers.

A Mage Professional of this level can wipe out a formed legion of ordinary people; a Knight Professional of the same level, even if they didn’t resist and allowed a legion to besiege them, the ordinary people would exhaust their strength and still be unable to break their defense.

Yet, such transcendent beings were rendered weak and exhausted in a single morning, not to mention there was even a Saint-level Elder among the crowd.

What had Zhang Mu done?

Frederica walked up to Zhang Mu, who was deep in thought with his arms crossed and his back leaning against a tree trunk.

“Zhang Mu, what... happened to them?” she asked, looking at the elves lying on their backs on the nearby grass, panting.

Zhang Mu, who had been resting and thinking to himself in the shade, snapped out of it, looked at the elves, and smiled. “They’re tired from training.”

“Training?” Frederica looked over the strange facilities in the open space to the right. “Training with these things?”

“Mm-hmm.”

She released her Mental Energy to sense them; they were all ordinary objects. The materials were common—iron items that didn’t emit a speck of magic. Although she had never seen their shapes before, they didn’t look like the patterns used to construct a Magic Array.

“Zhang Mu.” Frederica couldn’t judge if her speculation was off or if there was some mystery she couldn’t see clearly, so she asked, “These... they’re all very common things, right?”

“Like... iron weapons forged by humans themselves?”

“Correct.”

“If I provided the blueprints, theoretically, a master blacksmith from the Saul Continent could replicate them perfectly.”

“Then why were they, um, defeated by, uh...”

Zhang Mu laughed. “Why would a group of High-tier Professionals, even a Saint-level, be defeated by ordinary equipment?”

Frederica’s emerald pupils lit up. ’Defeated’—that was a very apt and fitting description.

“How should I put it...” Zhang Mu’s brow furrowed slightly, and the index finger of his right hand, which was clutching his arm, subconsciously rose and fell. “I’m quite puzzled myself.”

“You don’t know the reason?”

“No.”

“I tried it myself. You saw the result—they look like they’re about to stop breathing, while I felt nothing. The equipment’s effect simply doesn’t exist for me.”

Frederica grew interested. “Can I try?”

“You can, but...” Zhang Mu was afraid the girl would lose face by vomiting in front of her clansmen.

She seemed to sense Zhang Mu’s concern. “It’s fine.”

“Alright.”

“By the way, you haven’t eaten breakfast, have you?”

She shook her head. “I came straight here after waking up.”

“That’s good. Follow me.”

Zhang Mu figured that since Frederica wanted to try, he would fulfill her small wish.

He would just need to pay close attention and stop the equipment immediately if she couldn’t handle it, so she wouldn’t lose her composure on the spot.

Leading her to the equipment, he first explained the precautions and then strapped her hands and feet to the rotating wheel.

Frederica was a Knight Professional. For daily activities or combat, she didn’t wear a robe, but rather loose clothing convenient for movement or form-fitting light armor, which saved the trouble of changing clothes.

After all, if she were wearing a robe, she would have had to change to avoid exposing herself.

Once she was quickly strapped in, Zhang Mu pressed the switch. The wheel began to rotate, its speed constantly increasing.

Five minutes later, a tense Zhang Mu was surprised to find that Frederica didn’t feel any discomfort. Her expression was relaxed, and she even seemed to find some fun in it, showing a smile.

Stopping the wheel and letting Frederica down, he asked somewhat urgently, “Are you feeling unwell?”

“No, it was fun.”

“It was fun...”

Comparing the difference between Frederica and the other elves, and combining their various differences, Zhang Mu faintly caught a flash of inspiration.

I am not from the Saul Continent; I’m a special case and not suitable as data for analysis.

As for their differences...