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Chapter 11 The Forge is Burning
Wang Zhengyang's fingers slid across the screen, his brain working at high speed with the aid of the gene engine. He wasn't just reading blueprints; he was virtually disassembling and reconstructing them.
Can the energy density of capacitors be increased by 5-10% by optimizing the electrode microstructure? Can the parasitic inductance of discharge circuits be reduced by 30% by changing the wiring topology? Can the particle distribution of the reaction matrix be designed as a gradient structure to make the shape of the plasma cloud more controllable? Can the data fusion algorithm of sensor networks be further optimized to reduce false triggering?
Then, he began to incorporate supernatural abilities into his thinking model.
Quantum stable field—If a stable field with a radius of 10 meters is deployed centered on itself, covering the armor module, then within this field:
1. Can the charging efficiency of the capacitor be improved? Can the lifespan of the charge-discharge cycle be extended?
2. Can external electromagnetic interference on precision circuits be completely shielded?
3. Can a stable field be used to directly "guide" the flow of discharge energy, making the plasma cloud more concentrated and efficient?
4. Could a stable field be used as a "second energy source" to provide emergency backup after the capacitor is depleted?
Mechanical affinity—if one could deeply perceive every component of the armor module:
1. Is it possible to detect microscopic cracks in capacitor electrodes in advance to avoid breakdown failure?
2. Can the connection points of the discharge circuit be optimized to reduce contact resistance and heat loss?
3. Is it possible to "predict" which areas of the reaction matrix will have uneven particle distribution and adjust them in advance?
4. Can internal damage be quickly located and repairs guided after armor is damaged?
One question after another, one possibility after another, collided, combined, and deduced in his mind. He took out his notebook and pen and quickly jotted down the framework of his thought process and key technical issues in the dim light. This was not a complete design plan, but a roadmap for technology integration, marked with known, unknown, and nodes that needed to be verified.
He knew that realizing this vision would require a wealth of experimental data, iterative trial and error, specialized equipment and materials, and, most importantly, time and a safe and stable environment. But at least in theory, the path was viable. The Caldova gene engine granted him not only the ability to sense and manipulate metal, but also a forward-thinking approach to systematically solving complex engineering problems.
This gave him a more concrete and clearer vision for the future defense capabilities of the "Longyuan" – no longer just thick steel plates, but an intelligent protection system that can proactively respond to threats and has the potential to learn and evolve.
The sky outside the window was completely dark. Wang Zhengyang put away his tablet and laptop, took a deep breath, and opened the car door.
A cold night wind swept in instantly, invigorating him. He walked to the massive hood of the EIS-7, looking up at the silhouette of this steel behemoth in the night. Then, he extended his right hand, his palm slowly resting on the cold, rough steel plate.
Close your eyes, activate mechanical affinity, and try to evoke that faint "resonance".
Perception seeped into the train like a tidal wave. Today, many new "memories" have been added: the marks left from the daytime stacking of processed parts, the microscopic dents caused by the occasional collision between tools and the train body, and even the extremely subtle temperature gradients formed on the steel plate surface by the heat emitted by the team during their work. The train itself seems to have undergone some indescribable change—after a day of surveying, discussion, and preparation, it is no longer just a static industrial product, but an entity about to be awakened, transformed, and given new life.
Wang Zhengyang's consciousness spread along the structural network inside the steel plate, as if exploring a huge metal maze. He "touched" every weld, every reinforcing rib, and every bolt connection. At the same time, he tried to use his mental power to gently knock on the "door" deep inside this maze.
At first, there was only silence. The weight and inertia of the metal seemed like an eternal barrier. But he maintained a rock-solid focus, imagining his consciousness as the subtlest electric current, seeping into every lattice, every dislocation line, and every void in the metal.
Gradually, a very faint, almost imperceptible "pulse" was detected.
It wasn't a heartbeat, nor breath; it was more like… the slight tremor of a sleeping behemoth deep within a dream. Vague, distant, it felt far more profound and real than what he'd sensed against the window frame yesterday. As his senses swept across the front bumper, the "pulse" seemed to become slightly clearer; when his awareness focused on the critical structural nodes beneath the driver's seat, the feedback seemed even more distinct.
Is EIS-7 itself, as a complete, massive, and complex metallic assembly, generating some kind of potential response to his continued attention and deep involvement? Or has his supernatural ability, through prolonged contact, precise perception, and meticulous planning, established some preliminary, transcendental connection with the train?
Wang Zhengyang didn't know the exact answer. But he could clearly feel that when his hand was on the train body, and when his consciousness delved into it, the gene engine seemed to operate more smoothly, and his mechanical affinity became more acute and three-dimensional. He could even vaguely "feel" the faint vibrations coming from the depths of the earth from the two heavy steel rails beneath the train—evidence that a train was still running in the distance.
He maintained this deep connection for nearly twenty-five minutes, until a throbbing pain began to shoot through his temples and his mental energy was nearing its current limit, at which point he slowly withdrew his senses.
When he opened his eyes, his vision was blurry for a moment, a sign of excessive mental energy consumption. But when he refocused and looked at EIS-7 in the night, the outline of the steel behemoth seemed to have gained an indescribable "life" in his eyes—no longer just a cold, lifeless object, but a being with infinite potential waiting to be awakened.
Tomorrow, the first batch of modification parts will begin installation, marking the substantial start of the "Dragon Abyss" modification project. That evening, he will travel alone to the outskirts of Potsdam for a high-risk technology transaction. Meanwhile, Zhang Yiqiang's shadow slowly approaches in the distance, like a beast lurking in the night.
The forge is lit, the fire blazing. The first piece of iron is about to be placed in, the heavy hammer about to be raised. The moment when sparks fly is not far off.
Wang Zhengyang turned and stepped into the deepening darkness of the Berlin autumn night. His steps were steady, his back straight, and his figure appeared small against the backdrop of the huge train behind him, yet it carried an unwavering, almost tragic determination.
Behind him, the Oberhausen marshalling yard sank into a deeper silence. Only the EIS-7 lay quietly on the tracks, its front facing east, as if gathering strength, waiting for the dawn to break and the moment the hammer would fall.