To ascend, I had no choice but to create games

Chapter 413: Chapter 250: The Secret of the Ghost (Part 2)_1

Drey enthusiastically took Tang Mo for a tour around the quarry and actively introduced various interesting little inventions.

In Tang Mo’s view, the historical background of “New World” was similar to early Europe during the Industrial Revolution, where rudimentary steam engines were beginning to be put into use.

And Drey’s inventions were undoubtedly extensions of the steam engine, many clever setups greatly reduced labor costs and significantly improved the efficiency of the entire quarry.

After making a round of inspection, Tang Mo realized through his observations that Kevin was actually no different from other nobles.

The reason he seemed more benevolent was simply that the quarry was more productive.

In other places, a worker could earn about two silver coins a month, but here it could be about five or six, so Kevin just had to give half a silver coin to the workers and spend another half to improve the environment here, then he could pocket the remaining portions.

So, Kevin’s nature was not that of an enlightened noble but just someone who enjoyed the benefits of increased productivity.

Moreover, he himself didn’t even know where these benefits came from; like most nobles, he attributed everything to his own charismatic personality and was completely blind to the underlying production relationships.

The real contributor was Drey standing beside him.

Having spent some time with Drey, Tang Mo realized how admirable he was.

Though he hadn’t read many books, his thinking was highly active, and he could often draw parallels from one thing to understand another.

His hands-on ability was also highly skilled; without him, a group of people in the camp might not even know how to start a steam engine.

The steam engines in the game were complicated and troublesome, requiring specialized and skilled operation, and Drey was the only one here who could control them.

Furthermore, he was good at repairing equipment and making small toys; almost all the toys of the children among the workers in the camp were made by him.

He was full of vitality, able to play soccer with others after a day’s work, and then studied by the light of a kerosene lamp at night, with an eagerness to learn that was the strongest Tang Mo had seen.

Especially after discovering Tang Mo’s profound knowledge, he even excitedly withdrew his entire marriage fund to hand over to Tang Mo, just to have Tang Mo teach him more.

Seeing such a studious student, Tang Mo was truly moved.

While Kevin simply saw him as a useful tool, Drey treated him as a respected teacher—their attitudes were worlds apart, which gave Tang Mo much to reflect upon.

All created by the same father; how could the difference be so great?

Although the other party said a wife didn’t matter and that learning was important, Tang Mo still refused the remuneration and immediately decided to become his teacher, coming over to educate him whenever he had time.

Without delay, he immediately used his skill “Stimulation” and then applied it to the other party.

Expecting the other party to start asking questions excitedly, Tang Mo waited, only to find that Drey had no reaction.

After an awkward moment, Tang Mo curiously asked, “Don’t you feel anything?”

“I don’t feel anything at all.”

“Strange, is there a bug?”

Doubtful, he pulled over a worker who had finished for the day and applied “Blessing” to him, only to see him straighten up and declare with determination, “I’m going gold panning.”

After saying that, the worker rolled up his trousers and rushed to the nearby river to earnestly pan for gold.

He seemed to have been interested in gold panning before, equipped with all the necessary tools, and the cold river water did not deter his enthusiasm for gold panning, quickly sifting through an area.

Afterward, he headed upstream, his meticulous demeanor as if on a pilgrimage, disappearing from everyone’s sight.

Confirming there was nothing wrong with the “Blessing,” Tang Mo roughly guessed.

“Stimulation” could inspire one’s most intrinsic thoughts, filling them with a desire for knowledge and the drive to take action.

The reason it was ineffective on Drey was partly due to high willpower, and also because he was always in a state of intense curiosity, thus immune to stimulation.

What an Immortal character!

Tang Mo didn’t believe someone could pass the entrance exams in a month, but after seeing Drey, he believed it.

With such strong willpower and intense thirst for knowledge, what couldn’t he achieve?

Activating the functions of his sensory gloves, Tang Mo used the gloves to copy the content he had stored.

The copying location was the waste material stacking area of the quarry where broken slabs lay, and using a charcoal pencil, one could write down text.

Realizing it was getting late, Tang Mo logged off the VR integrated machine, letting his game character continue to idle while he went to sleep.

After a full eight hours of sleep, when he returned to the game, he was surprised to find that Drey was still awake.

Carefully examining the books sent by Tang Mo, his eyes full of bloodshot veins but his focus as intense as ever.

Hundreds of discarded stone slabs had been filled with text, and Drey had read them all, now anxiously waiting for new writing.

“Didn’t you rest?” asked Tang Mo, incredulous, “Aren’t you tired?”

“I can’t sleep, I want to finish reading what you wrote. But you’re amazing; it’s my first time seeing someone who can write all night without resting.”

“I am an Angel Envoy, you’re the one who’s surprising. Get some rest, I’ll finish copying.”