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墨書 Inktalez
The world is always so ironic. What seems to be a perfect goal and grand slogans often backfire, gradually dragging down the pace of progress, only to find an even more perfect excuse to cover it up in the end.
Hypocrisy arises this way; it may just be a surname, but if extended, it becomes a full-blown disaster!
Inside the vast mountain cavity, there was an eerie silence. In the ocean of various Parts, Lin Yuan remained as silent as a statue.
For several hours after completing the disassembly of the Pterosaur H-Strike Fighter Wreckage, he maintained this strange state, no longer following his old approach of continuously trying to assemble and disassemble to understand the target Part.
If someone were here at that moment, they would either think Lin Yuan was unfathomably profound or completely out of ideas.
But that was not the case; Lin Yuan was simply overwhelmed by the massive flow of information. The meticulous calculations he had performed on the surface of the Pterosaur H-Strike Fighter Wreckage had nearly caused his Intellect to malfunction. The disparity with the current internal situation after disassembly was evident.
Even Claire found this enormous flow of information daunting.
"Sir, you must stop this method of information loading. Although your Intellect computing power is something I have never seen before, such a massive flow of information could potentially lead to the collapse of the entire Intelligence Matrix!"
"I know." Lin Yuan's response was simple and calm. Claire did not understand his data world, just as White Day could not comprehend the darkness of night, or how a rich and handsome man could not appreciate the joys of an otaku's life.
This was a rather absurd yet necessary choice to carve out a bloody path and struggle to survive while remaining Optimistic. Amidst the dense and seemingly tedious data that lacked any logic, there were indeed underlying rules.
This belonged to a wild approach.
As the saying goes, even the most mundane tasks, if done persistently, will eventually lead to higher understanding. Perhaps that is what Lin Yuan was experiencing now. If those who had undergone formal training as Mechanical Assemblers in Mechanical City were to study his data, they would likely go mad.
So what exactly was Lin Yuan doing at that moment? It was quite simple; he wasn't researching how to assemble the Pterosaur H-Strike Fighter in the shortest time possible. Instead, he was studying a parallel multi-level sub-mother System.
Alright, it may sound arrogant, but this was merely a name that Lin Yuan casually came up with. It did not belong to the realm of Mechanical Assembly repairs nor did it pertain to moral philosophy; it wasn't some secret weapon either. It simply existed as something that wasn't really anything at all—or one could grandly refer to it as Intellect software.
Of course, Lin Yuan did not possess such high aspirations, believing that he could develop a software called Intellect. His motivation stemmed from a deep-seated feeling; after decades of rote memorization and forced assembly, he had gained a vague sense of patterns and clues.
This parallel multi-level sub-system did not require coding languages because the recognition capability of Lin Yuan's Intellect depended solely on his own experiential understanding. This aspect was not something to be overly concerned about and could be overlooked.
The key to this system lay in its structure, which was a multidimensional sixteen-level pyramid model. Of course, this was not an original creation of Lin Yuan; his soul did not possess such miraculous abilities. This multidimensional sixteen-level pyramid model was produced by Mechanical City, designed to control a large Mercenary Team's information platform and the core foundation of the Fire Support Platform.
For instance, how could the Evil Dragon Mercenary Corps easily command over three thousand tanks and thousands of mercenaries? The commands issued and information retrieved every second exceeded one million, with various complex sub-information and related sub-information creating an information flow so vast that Lin Yuan's current scanning of the Pterosaur H- generated information flow would pale in comparison by hundreds of millions of times!
All of this originated from the data core model of this multidimensional sixteen-level pyramid.
Initially, Lin Yuan had no opportunity to acquire this thing. However, unfortunately, under the bombardment of the Thorned Dragons, a tank belonging to the Evil Dragon Mercenary Corps escaped here just like his three tanks. Coincidentally, Lin Yuan was responsible for dismantling tank armor. With his usual cunning nature, he naturally managed to obtain the core data of this information branch platform while Anson focused on the Energy Engine and paid no attention.
Lin Yuan originally intended to use this core data to enhance Claire's Tactical Analysis depth. In fact, it indeed provided significant assistance to Claire; however, he also inadvertently learned about the Data Modeling method of this multidimensional sixteen-level pyramid.
In this mode, Lin Yuan integrated it into all his foundational points and understandings regarding mechanical repairs, including those formulas that seemed ambiguous and could only be understood by him.
Simply put, it was like installing the 'Microsoft Must Die' system on a computer, allowing for unrestricted operations.
However, what Lin Yuan wanted was not that simple. During the process of importing various data, how to arrange the specific locations of the data and how to trigger them posed a challenging problem.
Initially, Lin Yuan envisioned nine different types of parallel data streams that would not interfere with each other. However, once a critical search medium was needed, it would quickly pop up from among them. Then, based on the characteristics of the data, more sub-options would emerge cleanly and efficiently. This was the original idea behind the parallel multi-level sub-system because it would save Lin Yuan's Intellect greater computational power and space, thereby enhancing efficiency. It was akin to sweeping one room before tackling another; if he did not streamline this bulky information flow, computational speed would naturally slow down, leading to delays in data analysis and ultimately affecting assembly progress.
Lin Yuan had great ideas, but reality was always cold-blooded. Despite being well-acquainted with all data streams, arranging them reasonably for import was not so easy.
Ultimately, this forced Lin Yuan to choose a more radical approach: retaining only three dimensions of data streams that existed in parallel to form a basic pyramid model. These three data streams represented three types of data.
The first-dimensional data stream represented measurement, correlation, deduction, and some basic calculations. This meant that when Lin Yuan's Auditory Radar received a large amount of information from the outside world, the first entry point would be this first-dimensional information stream.
In this information flow, all data is categorized according to standards. Any data that exists in the past memory database or similar data will be directly filtered or deleted based on its usefulness, uselessness, or temporary irrelevance, minimizing clutter to the greatest extent.
At the same time, familiar and unfamiliar data will enter the second and third dimensions of the information flow based on specific classifications.
The second information flow involves calculations by supervisors, model generation, mapping, precise calculations, and accurate simulations, ultimately producing semi-finished data that is then transmitted to the third dimension's third information flow.
Here, indeed, is where all assembled Parts are processed after precise calculations, modeling, and simulations. The combinations of a dozen Parts and then hundreds of Parts are generated here.
Basically, an ordinary Mechanical Part thoroughly mastered by Lin Yuan has already been blocked out after passing through the first data stream, significantly reducing large-scale congestion.
For a slightly more complex but equally important Mechanical Part that is also thoroughly mastered by Lin Yuan and has significant relevance to the current assembly project, its precise data will be sent directly to the third dimension's information flow as a semi-finished product for future use.
If an unfamiliar Mechanical Part is encountered, it will also be quickly sent to the third dimension's information flow after processing through the first dimension's information stream and undergoing precise calculations and modeling simulations in the second data stream.
This way, efficiency increases exponentially.
But does this mean it's over? No, this only addresses the symptoms but not the root cause!
If it’s an Energy Engine that Lin Yuan has previously encountered or an Energy Conversion Generator—many critical yet basic mechanical components—when utilized within this parallel multi-level system, efficiency will naturally increase significantly. Lin Yuan even has confidence in elevating the quality of that Energy Engine to a new level, reaching e4.
However, there’s a problem: these mechanical components are merely parts of a Mechanical Body. Even if they are crucial, they are still just components.
But what is Lin Yuan doing now? He is planning to assemble a complete Pterosaur H-Strike Fighter. The gap in between is quite daunting.
Because this is a whole; even if Lin Yuan assembles one part perfectly, it cannot mask other flaws. He is not assembling a toy; they need to escape from the blockade and pursuit of the Thorn Reapers and venture into the vastness of space. If any part encounters an issue, it could lead to disaster.
This pressure is no longer as light-hearted and purely mischievous as when he was tinkering with Mouse One.
Moreover, the Mechanical Bodies produced by Mechanical City are not something that can be completed by simply stacking blocks. Even if Lin Yuan managed to create the most basic craft diagrams and simulation models, it does not guarantee successful assembly.
If it were truly possible to rely on a powerful Intellect to memorize those complex craft diagrams and assemble them mindlessly, then Mechanical City would not have a classification system ranging from one-star to nine-star Mechanical Assemblers, nor would there be the existence of master-level and legendary figures.
In fact, even on Earth a century ago, as remembered by Lin Yuan, a complex engine could not simply be disassembled, with every part labeled and analyzed, only to be reassembled or replicated at will. There are numerous issues involved that would drive any disassembler to despair. Lin Yuan knows this all too well; had he not spent nearly a century disassembling and reassembling junk, he would not have honed his current skills.
Of course, at this moment, Lin Yuan did not harbor unrealistic expectations. Spending three or four hours constructing a multi-dimensional sixteen-level pyramid model and successfully integrating a parallel multi-level parent-child System was already an impressive achievement.
At the very least, this allowed Lin Yuan's Intellect to save at least 40% in efficiency.
"Finally, I can begin!"
Taking a deep breath, Lin Yuan officially embarked on a new journey. The previous several hours were merely a prelude for preparation.
In an instant, Lin Yuan awakened from his statue-like state. Within his Intellect, streams of information in three dimensions rapidly unfolded for calculation. Building upon previous foundations, he generated one mechanical component model after another in mere moments. According to basic calculations, there were a total of six thousand six hundred seventy-two such model components, all assembled from hundreds or even thousands of parts representing the complete components of the currently known Pterosaur H - Wreckage of the Fighter Jet.
Indeed, this did not include the fully repaired parts; Lin Yuan could only simulate to this extent—reconstructing the Wreckage of the Fighter Jet!
It became evident that once the issue of bloated information streams within his Intellect was resolved, Lin Yuan's assembly speed could only be described as lightning-fast. Despite the vast and chaotic ocean of parts surrounding him, he consistently managed to assemble each part from simple to complex with agile speed, precise movements, and just the right amount of force into one massive component!
On average, every five minutes, three-dimensional information streams within Lin Yuan's Intellect would generate such a model. Remarkably, he was able to maintain synchronous assembly speed—this was due to his exceptional dexterity and proficiency; Level 1 Autonomous Repair Skill was no joke.
Gradually, as more and more mechanical component models were generated within his Intellect, the parallel System finally kicked into gear. Time rapidly shrank from five minutes to three minutes and then down to one minute.
Lin Yuan's assembly speed increased accordingly to the point where his movements became almost imperceptible to the naked eye. The entire massive mountain belly seemed to be swept up in a wave of parts; countless components rapidly took shape in his four Mechanical Arms at an astonishing speed—almost like watching a fast-forwarded video!
Faster and faster, becoming increasingly proficient!
For three whole days, Lin Yuan moved like a whirlwind, miraculously reassembling the Wreckage of the Pterodactyl H-Battle Machine. It looked as if it had never been disassembled at all.
When Lin Yuan finally stopped, he gazed at the intact Pterodactyl H-Battle Machine Wreckage before him and couldn't help but laugh heartily. Was this truly his masterpiece?
"Warning, sir, ten Mercenaries are approaching rapidly. Should we cancel the alert?"
Just as Lin Yuan was basking in his triumph, Claire's voice quickly reminded him. At the same time, Hal, Crimson Fox, Crow, and others appeared on his Auditory Radar.
"That's fine, let them in!" Lin Yuan replied excitedly. At this rate, in another month or so, he might just be able to produce a standard Pterodactyl H-Battle Machine. It was time to share this great news with them.
"Captain!"
As soon as they entered the mountain's interior, Hal called out. But upon seeing the completely intact—well, untouched—Wreckage of the Pterodactyl H-Battle Machine, he was instantly dumbfounded.
As for Crimson Fox and Crow, who had come along with him, they were equally stunned after a moment of surprise!
"Damn! Hal, are you messing with me? This is what you call the nearly repaired Pterodactyl H-Battle Machine? Are you sure today isn't April Fool's Day? Or has my Auditory Radar developed cataracts or glaucoma? Or do you think I've got Parkinson's and my IQ has dropped to zero?"
Predictably, Crow was the first to roar in frustration!
The other Mercenaries quickly joined in the uproar. Was this some kind of joke? They had come here filled with hope and excitement only to find such an obviously un-repaired Wreckage. Hal had boasted about Lin Yuan's exceptional repair skills! They had risked a confrontation with Sir K150 just to be here. They had planned to guard this place even if repairs weren't successful while waiting for Lin Yuan to finish up. And now they were faced with this situation.
"Uh, everyone please calm down for a moment. Captain, why haven't you made any progress? It's been four days already. According to Radar scans, there are many Swarms appearing inside and outside this Gorge that could charge in at any moment," Hal asked bitterly. This was unbelievable! There was no way a Level 1 Mechanical Assembler could take four days without making any progress at all! If it were him, he wouldn't have been so helpless!
Lin Yuan was also taken aback; he had been so engrossed in assembling that he completely forgot about the time. Just as he was about to explain, Crimson Fox suddenly looked over meaningfully and said, "Lord Papaya, you are indeed an interesting person. I don't doubt your sincerity; however, your repair skills might not be up to par. I'm not trying to mock you; it's just that we are at a critical juncture where we can't afford to waste time or resources. Moreover, since we aren't well-acquainted, I lack confidence in choosing to trust you. However, given the friendship we've built during our previous battles, I won't kick you while you're down. So I have a suggestion: let's take this Pterodactyl H-Battle Machine Wreckage back to the fortress and hand it over to Anson for assembly and repairs. I believe he should have no problem with it. Of course, this raises a sharp issue regarding limited crew capacity; however, I can personally guarantee that as long as I can board this Pterodactyl H-, you will also be on that list. As for the others, it will depend on individual luck."
As soon as Crimson Fox finished speaking, everyone was stunned into silence. A Mercenary immediately objected: "Crimson Fox, you're playing your cards right! You’ll definitely make it onto the crew list while we can’t compete with Sir K150! Are you trying to get us killed?"
"Ha ha, if you really think that way, I won't argue," Crimson Fox said with a gentle smile. But in the next moment, the heavy-duty Interstellar Sniper Rifle on his back suddenly flashed into his Mechanical Arms, and he quickly fired. In just two shots, he obliterated the three mercenaries who were about to make a move, even though one of them was a Swift Hunter; none could match his speed.
"Who else wants to try?"
As if he had done something trivial, Crimson Fox leisurely slung the terrifying Interstellar Sniper Rifle back onto his shoulder. At that moment, no one dared to act rashly, including Lin Yuan, who suddenly realized that the gap between him and Crimson Fox was far too great. Even though he held a Hurricane Hammer Shotgun in his hands, he wouldn't have time to fire before being turned to dust by Crimson Fox's shot.
"Lord Papaya, what do you think of my suggestion? I assume you have no objections. And as for your friends, it would be best if you all refrain from making any sudden moves. I'm quite sensitive about such things. Crow, take this Wreckage back; with your strength, securing a spot as a crew member should be easy. Right now, what we need is to join forces. Only then will Sir K150 give us some face!"
"Hehe! I like this suggestion, but I don't understand why we still have to bring along this useless person," Crow cawed, pointing at Lin Yuan.
"You don't understand, Crow. You must have principles in life; even when doing bad things, there must be principles. This plan came from him, and we are all beneficiaries. Moreover, during our breakout earlier, he indeed helped me a lot. So I must repay this favor; I don't have a habit of owing favors. Of course, Lord Papaya, if you're willing to generously give your spot to your friends, I wouldn't mind at all. Look at me; I'm so noble and gentlemanly! Being a noble is more than enough!"
Crimson Fox continued speaking gently, but at that moment, even a fool could tell that the more gentle his tone became, the more dangerous he was.
"Alright, as you wish. Let Anson take this Pterodactyl H-Wreckage. As for me, I'll give up that spot. Hal, Thomas, Bison, Fat Three—I'm sorry; as captain, I've failed you. You all choose this spot for your escape."
Lin Yuan suddenly spoke up calmly, but it sounded quite tragic!
At the same time, he was closely communicating with Hal, Thomas, and Bison. "Don't act recklessly; things aren't that bad. I've basically figured out the structure of this Pterodactyl H-, but to fully repair it will take at least half a month. The key issue is that I'm missing crucial parts. Do you really think I can pull off repairing a severely damaged Pterodactyl H- with nothing? So there's an old saying: when an old man loses a horse, it’s hard to tell whether it's good or bad—it's too early to say right now! Besides, I don't think Anson is stronger than me!"
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