Chapter 137: The Goddess of Wisdom’s Anger

“Mother Goddess, don’t kill me! Don’t kill me… I beg you! I beg you, don’t kill me!”

The massive production line looked like a giant serpent, lying in the Temple of Wisdom. Countless machine parts rubbed against each other, making sounds of utter despair.

“Noisy!”

The Goddess of Wisdom, sitting high on the divine throne, frowned in irritation and the production line fell silent.

—It lost its wisdom.

Dozens of magicians and blacksmiths standing nearby immediately swarmed up and dismantled the production line again.

The Goddess of Wisdom watched this scene with a gloomy expression.

In her heart, she was seething with hatred for the Internet God!

After obtaining the production line from the Internet God, she began the replication plan.

Although the production line had many anti-disassembly devices and even self-destruct magic.

For the Goddess of Wisdom, this was of little consequence; it only delayed her replication plan by a week.

As the anti-disassembly and self-destruct devices were cracked, the machine tools of the production line could no longer keep their internal secrets.

The magicians and blacksmiths of the Goddess of Wisdom marveled at the exquisite craftsmanship of the machine tools and then began replicating them proportionally.

However, the replication results were very poor.

Despite being proportionally replicated, the copied machine tools were noticeably inferior to the original ones.

The steel tubes produced by the replicated machine tools seemed similar to those of the original, but when used in normal guns, their lifespan was short and they had a higher probability of barrel explosion.

The Goddess of Wisdom didn’t know where the problem was. She could only dismantle the production line again and again, copying blindly like a blind person feeling an elephant.

This is where the importance of scientific thinking comes into play.

If it were Yu Sheng’an, he would at least use the control variable method by replacing certain parts to determine which step was problematic.

And for the Goddess of Wisdom?

Perhaps her IQ was high, but logical thinking isn’t something that merely comes with high IQ.

Or rather, she had entirely gotten stuck in a rut.

She simply believed there was an issue with the replication.

To avoid wasting the production line’s output, each time after dismantling and copying, she would reassemble it, re-endow it with wisdom, and continue semi-automated production.

Thus, the scene of the production line begging for mercy occurred.

The Goddess of Wisdom didn’t know that the overall precision of the production line was limited by each stage, and the precision in each stage had a critical impact on the final product.

The saying “A little error can lead to a thousand miles of failure” is a true representation of mechanical production.

What she considered ‘proportional’ replication was merely what she and her magicians observed.

In reality, luckily what she obtained were low-precision machine tools. After roughly copying, even if precision decreased when combined, they could still produce.

If it were a high-precision master machine, opening it up would mean it’s scrapped, let alone replicating it.

It’s known that any high-precision master machine is produced by a lower-level precision machine tool, but the core components are handmade.

In fact, real ‘high-tech’ is nearly all handmade.

The reason is simple. For example, the guide rail has the greatest influence on the precision of mechanical processing because mechanical movement is limited by the guide rail.

The smoother the guide rail, the higher the precision, and thus the precision of mechanical processing naturally becomes higher.

Therefore, mechanical processing has always pursued the ‘absolute plane’.

When the precision of the absolute plane is more than one ten-thousandth of a millimeter, it can no longer be processed by machines, only manually.

This is the ‘wisdom’ of humans.

Humans can use various detection instruments to slowly polish and rectify, but can machines do that?

Machines only make precise cuts, and the precision of a precise cut is limited by the guide rail, thus creating a vicious cycle.

Therefore, machines aren’t to be disassembled and replicated.

High-precision machinery is even limited by the temperature change from ‘thermal expansion and contraction’.

Factories are built at special latitudes, and the production area demands absolute constant temperature and dust-free conditions.

Thus, don’t even mention dismantling, even temperature change affects the mechanical precision.

Moreover, as the working time of the machine increases, thermal expansion of the cutting axis intensifies, causing gradual wear of the cutting tip and lowering precision.

How to calibrate and adjust requires professional people and equipment.

In short, machine tools can’t be easily bought and replicated, leaving everything alright.

Subsequent maintenance is even more crucial.

This is the fundamental reason why Yu Sheng’an isn’t worried about the machine tools being replicated.

The real high-precision master machines are all under his supervision.

As long as the master machines are secure, it’s all about talent competition.

Yu Sheng’an simply doesn’t believe, with his scientific thinking, early planning, and support from the Velia Main Plane’s technology, he could lose in this technological competition?

If that were the case, wouldn’t he be a total failure?

“Goddess, urgent report from the Corpse Guard Division!” a magician hurried into the Great Hall.

The Corpse Guard Division he referred to was one of the intelligence agencies under the Goddess of Wisdom.

—It was almost entirely composed of corpses.

The Goddess of Wisdom bestowed wisdom upon the newly deceased bodies, developing them as intelligence officers.

These intelligence officers inherited the social status and connections of the corpses from when they were alive, achieving the purpose of covert operations.

Of course, bestowing wisdom on a corpse is akin to bestowing wisdom on a stone.

Due to the death of the intelligence organ, maintaining wisdom required a constant supply of Source Essence. Therefore, the members of the Corpse Guard Division were few.

However, it was sufficient for probing regular intelligence.

“Hmm?”

“Urgent report from the Corpse Guard Division: The store in [Conquest Sub-Dimension] has launched a new product…” The reporting magician’s eyes flashed with shock and greed, “Source Essence!”

“What did you say?”

“To Her Highness the Goddess, it’s Source Essence!”

Crash!

The Goddess of Wisdom stood up in astonishment, her eyes filled with fear.

She did not repeatedly verify.

Because she knew that for such a major event, the people below would definitely double-check.

She promptly re-seated on the divine throne, her main consciousness transferred to a Divine Projection. Through necromancy, she controlled a soul to log onto the Internet and enter [Conquest Sub-Dimension].

With a brief check, she indeed found a new product called “Source Essence” in the store.

The description said it could only be exchanged for with Merit Points.

The exchange ratio was 1,000 Merit Points for one standard unit of Source Essence.

After a brief thought, the Goddess of Wisdom exchanged one unit of Source Essence.

When she felt the Source Essence flowing to the soul she controlled through the Contract’s power, her brows sharply furrowed!

“That damned profiteer!” The Goddess of Wisdom cursed loudly.

The standard unit of Source Essence as defined by the Internet was extremely meager, equivalent to the consumption for the time it took to drink a cup of tea on the Internet.

In other words, to earn Source Essence from the Internet God, you needed to kill five orcs in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

And that’s on the frontlines.

If you chose to assassinate behind enemy lines, you’d need twenty orcs.

A high-level magician might be able to kill five orcs in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea with large-area magic, but that would only barely cover the consumed Source Essence, with a slight surplus.

This still required continuous combat upon logging in, without any idle time.

Is that possible?

Clearly, it’s impossible!

In other words, even high-level magicians would only earn enough Source Essence to cover their own consumption.

This meager amount would only provide minor soul benefits, better than nothing!

For ordinary people, they couldn’t keep up with the rules set by the Internet God.

Of course, there’s a loophole here.

—You can form player guilds, mercenary groups, and train gold farming teams to earn Merit Points to exchange for Source Essence and enhance yourself.

“What a clever scheme, making others work for you?”

The Goddess of Wisdom’s face turned ashen.

These rules were terrifying.

It might not matter much to ordinary people, but for noble magicians with power and wealth, they would surely form gold farming teams to earn Source Essence.

The problem is that the Source Essence consumed by the gold farming teams would be sufficient to cover what they earned.

In other words, the Internet God would never lose out.

Would the noble magicians in her preaching area secretly cultivate player guilds to earn Source Essence for themselves?

The answer is a definite yes!

There would surely be noble magicians who couldn’t resist such temptation.

“A brilliantly designed scheme, a sinister plan!”

The Goddess of Wisdom grinded her teeth in anger!

What enraged her most was that the Internet God was the only one who could use this rule.

Other gods couldn’t use it without the Internet platform.

In fact, the situation was just as the Goddess of Wisdom predicted.

Someone in her preaching area had already started taking action.