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Lin Yuan was quite curious. He and Shield Warrior Bison were both F6-level Mechanical Warriors, yet his Intelligence Level had not been deliberately enhanced; he hadn't even used any Modification Points for it. Still, he had managed to reach a level of 115, and he initially thought that number was nothing special.
However, upon hearing that Bison's Intelligence Level was only 8, the surprise in Lin Yuan's heart was palpable!
It should be noted that when a Mechanical Warrior awakens, its initial Intellect is set at a baseline. Unless it is a particularly Elite-level Mechanical Warrior, each level up grants no percentage points. Completing relevant tasks also rewards a certain number of percentage points, allowing for steady growth.
The gap between his and Bison's Intelligence Levels was simply too vast. This suggested one possibility: they had taken different growth paths. Over the past seventy to eighty years, Lin Yuan had treated his Autonomous Repair Skill as his primary focus. On average, each level up granted him a certain percentage of Intellect points, and now he was close to reaching level 7, which naturally gave him an advantage.
Additionally, he continuously pushed himself to use his Intellect for repairing and assembling virtual simulations, which also contributed to raising his Intellect level.
From this perspective, he might not be weaker than Bison. If he could enhance his combat capabilities, his potential for development would be significant.
Setting aside other factors, just relying on his Autonomous Repair Skill ensured that he wouldn't starve.
At that moment, as Lin Yuan continued to scan the Intelligent Repair Mechanical Arm, various data parameters flowed back to him. After some time, he developed a general understanding of Old Chet.
This was an extremely old model of Repair Mechanical Arm, dating back nearly two thousand Mechanical Years. No wonder it had aged so severely.
The Mechanical Arm was equipped with an Intelligent Brain System with an Intelligence Level of 188. According to the Intelligent Brain Encyclopedia, this repair arm stored information on thirty million different malfunction incidents and could scan a Mechanical Body for specific faults within a minute, generating no fewer than three repair plans—Civilian Plan, Resource Plan, and Noble Plan—at least that's how Lin Yuan understood it.
Moreover, this Mechanical Arm came with a floating System that was highly flexible and possessed an AI equivalent to that of a six-year-old child. It could autonomously detect and repair targets; theoretically, it could be carried onto the battlefield to assist injured warriors at any time.
Its maximum speed reached fifty kilometers per hour but required protection; otherwise, it would be quickly eliminated by enemies.
In terms of repairs, Old Chet functioned as a Mechanical Arm but resembled more of an oversized wrench or spoon. The handle of the spoon tilted upward at a forty-five-degree angle and housed intelligent monitoring Systems along with malfunction repair Systems and directional balance control Systems. It could also manage weight distribution since it could lift objects weighing up to twenty tons—a remarkable feat.
On the opposite end of the spoon were three pairs of massive pincers capable of gripping any object requiring repair from all angles and in any shape.
Above these large pincers lay the most crucial part of the mechanical repair arm—the direct repair section. This area contained eight diamond-shaped compartments resembling bunkers with only a few gun ports visible. Each bunker measured one meter high, one meter wide, and one meter long; inside must be quite complex since each bunker housed eighty tentacles.
Each tentacle could rotate and bend in every direction like an octopus and could extend up to one hundred meters for maximum convenience during repairs.
At the front end of these tentacles were various tools of different shapes—some large, some small; some square, some round—far more complex than the toolbox Lin Yuan held.
Inside those eight bunkers were a total of six hundred forty tentacles.
Of course, Old Chet was nothing more than a pile of junk salvaged from the battlefield. Now, out of the eight tentacle fortresses, only three remained, and within those three fortresses, there were only ninety-eight repair tentacles left. They could barely manage to assemble some less important components. Yet even so, Old Chet had finally broken down; one of the most crucial tentacle fortresses was unable to operate, which naturally meant that normal repairs could not be carried out.
After confirming the general structure of Old Chet, Lin Yuan finally decided to take action. Noticing that Thomas and Bison were distracted, he swiftly pulled out various tools with lightning speed. Following the fastest disassembly plan derived from Intellect, he began the quickest dismantling operation in history. He had to establish a fact before Thomas and Bison realized what was happening; otherwise, they would have no room for argument.
One second, two seconds, three seconds!
In just three seconds, Lin Yuan's four Mechanical Arms sprang into action simultaneously, executing sixteen different disassembly movements in one go. Then, with a loud snap, the one-meter-square fortress shell was completely opened.
At that moment, Lin Yuan activated the Main Audio-Visual Radar at high speed, recording the thousands of visible Parts inside the tentacle fortress into Intellect and quickly starting analysis. A massive amount of data was generated simultaneously, followed by integration and budget forecasting. He needed to understand the specific working principles of this thing first.
Of course, at the same time, Lin Yuan was not idle. His four Mechanical Arms moved like a whirlwind, skillfully dismantling all the tentacle Parts in one go; it was truly a mad act.
Three minutes later, the entire tentacle fortress had become an empty shell; all Parts had been thoroughly dismantled into thousands of complex components.
During this rapid disassembly process, he meticulously recorded the overall parameters of these Parts while incorporating them into Intellect for virtual matching. By the time the last Part was removed, he had successfully replicated a complete tentacle fortress within Intellect.
All data was completely accurate! Moreover, he had successfully identified the source of the malfunction. This method of reassembly was incredibly powerful yet utterly foolish—like someone trying to understand the meaning of an English word by memorizing the entire Encyclopedia Britannica.
Was this not a waste of time and energy?
It was practically murder!
No one else among the Mechanical Warriors played like Lin Yuan did. However, over the past few decades, he had grown accustomed to this aggressive approach and firmly believed in its effectiveness.
At that moment, Thomas and Bison roared as they charged over from a distance. Lin Yuan anticipated their arrival but underestimated their shamelessness and treachery. He thought his fluid and seamless actions would surely astonish them, prompting them to come over in shock or perhaps with starry-eyed admiration.
But he severely underestimated these two scoundrels.
"Hey! Brother, how can you be so brutal and cruel? Even if Old Chet isn't a blooming maiden, you should still show some pity! Oh poor Old Chet! It must be heartbroken to encounter a butcher like you! Ah! I express my heavy and heartfelt condolences. Now, brother, facts are facts; you can't deny it—Old Chet died at your hands. Go explain that to Stocking Captain; don't worry; he'll probably just make you go mow grass at that damned Cabin. Oh well, I won't say anything more; just grieve in peace!"
Thomas disgustingly wiped away nonexistent tears with his massive left hand before turning tail and running faster than a rabbit, followed closely by Shield Warrior Bison.
"Hehe! You've got potential; I have high hopes for you!"
Even Fat Three, who had been snoozing in the corner, suddenly jolted awake and bolted away, crying out in despair, "It has nothing to do with me! I'm innocent! I was just sleeping! Please don’t come after me!"
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Damn it! You guys!
Lin Yuan stood there dumbfounded, his Intellect malfunctioning. Was this for real? These three idiots had been putting on a show all this time just to make him a scapegoat? But he had already fixed Old Chet!
Alright, fine! Let them all die! Lin Yuan couldn't care less; now the entire Maintenance Assembly Chamber belonged to him alone. Looking at the mountain of old Parts piled up here, wow! His mouth watered—well, he didn’t actually have any saliva.
It was wonderful!
Lin Yuan wasn’t in a hurry to repair Old Chet anymore. If he finished the repairs, those idiots would probably come running back. He needed to take advantage of this time to benefit himself. After all, there were so many discarded and damaged Parts here; taking a few wouldn’t be a big deal.
Next, Lin Yuan wasted no time and began clearing out one corner of the Cabin. He meticulously recorded the material, parameters, and damage levels of every Part he could get his hands on into his Intellect. At the same time, he didn’t forget to dismantle them, taking apart all the usable Parts. Turning waste into treasure was his specialty because, in his eyes, there was no such thing as garbage. No matter how severely damaged a Part was, he would carefully record its parameters and attempt to disassemble it.
This was not only for collecting usable Parts, but also for building up information within his Intellect. The variety of Parts in the entire Mechanical City was immense—probably in the hundreds of trillions—and new types were likely appearing every moment. Therefore, if he wanted to improve his Self-Repair skills, he needed to understand a vast array of Parts. This way, when he encountered components or machines that required repairs in the future, he could quickly identify them.
This kind of accumulation had to be persistent over time and required a significant investment of energy and resources as well as Mechanical Coins. The Maintenance Assembly Chamber of the Stocking Captain had accumulated at least thousands of Mechanical Years worth of discarded Parts. For Lin Yuan, this was a massive treasure trove; the only problem was that he didn’t have that much time. (To be continued.)
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