MMB Chapter 119 Equipment Synthesis!
Chapter 119 Equipment Synthesis!
Chapter 119 Equipment Synthesis!
In the late hours of Tokyo's Minato Ward, the noise of traffic outside the window had thinned out considerably.
Back at his apartment, Kitahara Shin casually hung his trench coat on the hanger and sank into the soft leather sofa in the living room.
The main lights in the room were not on; only a floor lamp in the corner cast a warm yellow glow.
The light blue system panel floated in mid-air.
Kitahara Shin's gaze swept over the few pieces of equipment glowing with purple light in his inventory.
The silver Zippo lighter that Akina Nakamori gave her, the gentian flower amulet stained with blood and tears sewn by Rie Miyazawa, the Muse's Confusion that she just found and is currently lending to Nanako Matsushima, and that early fishing rod belonging to a Showa-era master.
According to the system's instructions, as long as you throw these purple equipment into the crafting table, there is indeed a chance to get a golden legendary item.
But he didn't move.
He tapped his knees lightly with his fingers, his gaze sweeping over the equipment.
Zippo provides an aura of "endurance and protection," the amulet is a trump card for "reversing public opinion" at crucial moments, the headband provides "intuitive bursts" (although it is currently on Nanako Matsushima, it can be taken back at any time), and the fishing rod is a ballast for a stable mindset.
Each item corresponds to a specific function, and the effect is outstanding.
Would you risk two useful purple items on an unknown gold one?
No need.
If you happen to combine them and end up with a "legendary kitchen utensil" or a "god-tier gardening shears," that would be a real loss. After all, based on my current experience, purple equipment is quite rare.
"Let's go with the white one."
His gaze shifted to the six pieces of white equipment in the corner that hadn't been touched in a long time.
There lay six pieces of white, basic equipment.
[The Screenwriter's Plain Lens]
[The veteran housekeeper's all-purpose bristle brush]
Bridgestone Roadman (Modified Version)
[Annotations and Notes from a Down-on-History Scholar]
[The broken practice wooden sword]
[The Discarded Chef's Knife at Midnight Diner]
The Guitar Pick of a Wandering Singer
Kitahara Shin's fingers lightly traced the objects in the air, his brows furrowing slightly.
To be honest, the screenwriter's "plain lens" absolutely cannot be touched.
This is like a physical cheat code on set. Just wear it and read through the script once, and your mind will automatically construct a 3D map of the scene, even predicting the camera's movement. It's incredibly useful.
The multi-purpose bristle brush, while a household essential, is essentially just a high-end cleaning tool.
As for that Bridgestone bicycle, apart from the time I filmed a youth film like "Ocean Waves," it usually just gathers dust in my inventory.
He's not going to deliver food, so what's the point of keeping this broken bicycle?
The broken practice wooden sword allows you to master some kendo techniques in a short time—it's not exactly useless, but the effect is relatively weak.
Notes are used to portray specific characters, and the chef's knife is kept for cooking.
never mind!
"It's just the two of you."
"
Kitahara Shin's gaze was fixed on the bicycle and the brush.
The others each have their own specific uses to some extent, but these two are really dispensable.
It's perfect to melt it down.
Without further hesitation, Kitahara Shin, with a slight thought, dragged the heavy bicycle and the bristle brush into the synthesis slot.
As the "Confirm" button was pressed, the system interface began to vibrate slightly.
A few seconds later, three cards with a faint green glow popped up on the backs of the two squares that were originally there.
[Synthesis complete. Based on the material compatibility, the following three potential branches have been generated. Please choose one.]
Kitahara Shin raised an eyebrow.
It wasn't randomly generated, but rather a choice was given?
This was an unexpected delight.
He reached out and tapped the first card.
Option A: [Worn leather shoes with worn heels] (green)
Description: A pair of cheap leather shoes that have been worn for countless kilometers, with soles replaced three times, yet still sturdy.
effect:
[Marching]: Leg muscle endurance is increased by 30%, making it less likely to feel tired when walking or running for a long time.
[Grip]: Significantly improved balance on wet, muddy surfaces, making it extremely difficult to fall.
Kitahara Shin shook his head.
This feature is so practical. If you're delivering packages or filming a scene in a Japanese drama that requires running three kilometers, this would be an absolute godsend.
Click on the second image.
Option B: [Midnight Oden Handle] (Green)
Description: A pair of long-handled tongs used year-round to scoop food from scalding broth, with anti-slip tape wrapped around the handle.
effect:
[Heat Insulation]: Improves the hand's tolerance to high temperatures (allows short-term contact with objects around 100 degrees Celsius without burns).
【Deadlock】: Increases hand grip strength by 50%. Once you grab an object (whether it's a collar, wrist, or prop), it's extremely difficult to break free by external force unless you actively let go.
This is quite interesting; it's a decent self-defense tool, or something you could use to grab someone during action scenes.
The finger moves to the last card.
The moment it was opened, a sharp metallic glint stung my eyes.
Option C: [A tie clip for superiors] (green)
Description: A silver tie clip with extremely sharp edges. Its original purpose was to secure the tie firmly to the shirt and prevent it from moving around; however, because the inside is rusty and has barbs, it can cause pain to the wearer's chest after prolonged use.
effect:
【Forced Sedation (Physical)】: When worn, the item continuously emits a weak bioelectric current, forcibly calming the wearer's physiological stress response such as tachycardia and hand tremors.
(Simply put: No matter how flustered you are, your hands and voice must not tremble.)
【Thorn Reflection (Passive)】: This is a special magnetic field with the property of "damage reflection". When the wearer is locked on by strong "hostility" or "intimidation" from the outside world, this item will automatically trigger the wearer's pupil contraction reaction and reflect this pressure back as "sharpness".
(Simply put: If someone glares at you, you'll instinctively glare back, and even more fiercely.)
"Forced sedation—and the thorn reflex, too—"
Kitahara Shin blinked as he looked at the two entries.
It's pretty scary—but it seems like it's useful for this performance too?
After hesitating for a moment, Kitahara Shin pressed option C.
Then, a somewhat old-fashioned silver tie clip appeared in the inventory.
Its edges were polished to an exceptionally sharp point, and the inside of the clamp seemed to have dark red rust marks, making it look less like an ornament and more like a miniature murder weapon.
[Equipment Name: Underdog Tie Clip] [Quality: Green (Excellent)]
[Core Term 1: Forced Sedation (Physical)]
The physical characteristic of a tie clip is "fixation". When worn, it locks the wearer's limbs like shackles to prevent them from trembling.
The derivative effect of a smiling tiger: Because your physiological reactions (such as fear-induced trembling) are forcibly smoothed out, your respectful demeanor when facing superiors will appear too perfect and too calm, thus creating an uncomfortable sense of "over-obedience".
[Core Term 2: Thorn Reflex (Passive)]
The rust and barbs on the inside of a tie clip represent "hidden pain." This is a physiological reflex mechanism where the stronger the stimulus, the stronger the pain.
Derivative effect 1: Pressure transformation: When facing an opponent whose aura, status, or seniority is far superior to one's own (e.g.,
When the device is used by a gangster boss or a legendary actress, every sense of pressure from the outside world will stimulate the device, which in turn will stimulate the host's amygdala, forcibly converting "fear" into an equal amount of "aggression" and "desire to invade".
Note: A lackey who doesn't want to be a team leader isn't a good scoundrel.
Take it with you and drag those high-and-mighty big shots into the mud.
Kitahara Shin retrieved the tie clip from thin air.
The cool, metallic touch against my fingertips felt a little prickly.
He walked to the full-length mirror in the entryway.
Looking at myself in the mirror.
He lowered his chin slightly, a smile playing on his lips.
At first glance, that smile seemed very polite, even humble, like that of an obedient junior employee who had just started out.
But something was wrong with those eyes.
Although his eyelids were lowered, his pupils were fixed on the front even in the shadows.
There was no hint of a smile in his eyes, only the green light of a long-starved beast seeing meat, a mixture of greed and savagery.
That look in his eyes was so intense, it was as if he wanted to tear a piece of skin and flesh off the person outside the mirror.
It's like a mad dog in a cheap suit, wagging its tail while plotting how to tear its owner's throat apart.
He looked in the mirror and, in a rough, grainy Kansai accent, softly recited the imagined line: "Boss, that old man is getting old—this chair is too hard, he can't sit still."
"How about I sit here?"
"It feels pretty good."
The burning sensation that rose from his very bones made his fingertips tremble slightly.
True ambition is to bend over respectfully to light a cigarette for your elder brother while mentally measuring the size of the old man's coffin; it's to look at that unattainable woman with eyes that no longer hold awe, but rather that you already consider her and that chair as yours for the taking.
He took off his tie clip and carefully put it into his pocket.
My simple luggage is already packed.
A few changes of clothes, two books on acting theory that are still very valuable in this era, and the script for "The Wives of Yakuza".
Kitahara Shin picked up his bag and went to the door to change his shoes.
My gaze inadvertently swept over the display shelf next to the shoe cabinet.
He bought it specifically when he first moved in, intending to use it to store odds and ends. But now, it's completely empty, with only a thin layer of dust on top.
The Silver Lion in Venice is in the hands of Itami Juzo; it is a glory belonging to the director.
As for himself.
Although he is now hailed as the "uncrowned king" by the outside world, the word "uncrowned" still carries a hint of sarcasm.
"It doesn't look good to leave it empty."
Kitahara Shin reached out and wiped a speck of dust off the shelf.
His finger tapped across the empty squares, as if they were already filled with heavy trophies.
Whether it's the Japan Academy Prize, the Blue Ribbon, or even things further back in time.
Sooner or later, this place will be completely filled.
"I'm gone."