The roar of Tuoting and the might of Chiting injected a shot of adrenaline into Limeng's exhausted nerves. Deep in the night, the workshop's oil lamp stretched his shadow against a wall covered in water-supply system drafts and gear stress analysis charts. He unfolded a fresh sheet of rough paper, his charcoal pencil scratching rapidly across the coarse surface, its movements so fast they left nearly unbroken afterimages. The cold iron lines of his past-life memories collided fiercely with the unique elemental radiance of Teyvat, fusing together in his mind.
The first sketch took shape rapidly: the lines were stark, the structure exceptionally simple. A long, round tube with cooling vents featured the outline of a stamped square receiver underneath, labeled "7.62mm" beside it. Sketches of the gas port, gas piston, and rotating-bolt mechanism were broken down and drawn out, every single component exuding a pragmatic aura of "save where you can, but never compromise on critical functions." Most eye-catching was the firing mechanism—a small Electro chip embedded in the bolt, with a note beside it: "Electro pulse ignition, replacing the mechanical primer." Beneath the muzzle, he outlined a foldable bayonet with a thick blade and a serrated spine, labeled: "Prying, cutting, obstacle clearance, elemental alloy."
"Pan Yan..." He wrote the name beside the sketch, whispering, "You must be as reliable as the mountain rock of Liyue, becoming the most fundamental fang in every warrior'…
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