She had been fine moments ago, yet now she was angry seemingly out of nowhere.
He shook his head, abandoning the thought of chasing her to explain.
He knew that anything he said now would only add fuel to the fire.
âIâll wait until Big Sister Cecilia cools down. Now I need to focus on official business.â
Returning to his oversized bedroom, Morin drew the curtains, sat down at his writing desk, and opened the
ăTechnologyă
tab on his golden finger.
He quickly located the
ăShaped Charge Anti-Armor Warheadă
project.
He then noticed that the âOptimizableâ option beneath the project, which had previously been grayed out and unavailable, was now selectable.
Morin guessed this was likely because the system had determined he was in a completely safe environment, thus unlocking the function.
He didnât hesitate and mentally activated the âOptimizableâ option.
The next moment, a virtual light screen quickly appeared before him.
On the screen, a detailed structural blueprint of the shaped charge anti-armor warhead was clearly displayed.
Beside the blueprint, a mass of data and symbols, looking like formulas, constantly flashed and moved.
He immediately recognized that these were the sketches he had drawn in his notebook in Seville, and the various formulas the professor had helped him write down.
Then, a miraculous event occurred.
The originally somewhat crude sketch began to become increasingly detailed and refined before his eyes, at a visible speed.
The exact dimensions, angles, and tolerances of every component were precisely annotated.
And the chemical formulas also seemed to be undergoing optimization and derivation by some unseen force.
Specific guidelines regarding the material selection for the copper liner, the precise calculation of the conical angle, the explosive compound mixture, and the primerâs trigger mechanism were written out next to the blueprint, like detailed notes.
The entire process was as if a top weapons designer and chemist were perfecting this groundbreaking invention right in front of him, guiding him step by step.
However, during this process, Morin, who felt as though he was looking at an incomprehensible text, felt his eyelids grow heavier and heavier.
An irresistible drowsiness washed over him.
He felt as though all the energy had been drained from his brain. Finally, he could no longer hold on, collapsing onto the desk and falling into a deep sleepâŠ
When his biological clock woke Morin at 6:00 AM, he realized he had been slumped over the desk all night.
Although his lower back ached, his first instinct was to check the systemâs
ăTechnologyă
page.
He saw that the system had generated a set of blueprints so perfect and detailed it was staggering, complete with a dozens-of-pages-long principle explanation.
From the overall design of the warhead to the precision machining of the liner, and the chemical composition of the explosive and the trigger mechanism of the primer, everything was laid out clearly.
This was no longer a simple set of patent application materials; it was a complete production blueprint that could be directly taken to a factory for mass production!
âSystem, youâre awesome!â
Morin silently gave the system a thumbs-up.
However, as he excitedly browsed the blueprints and explanations, he noticed a small problem.
The section on the âtrigger mechanismâ was marked in red with the words: âOptimization not complete.â
There was also a line of small text next to it: âLacking critical technological support. Current mechanical trigger structure cannot achieve maximum efficiency detonation and poses a risk of incomplete explosive combustion and misfire.â
Morin looked closely and realized the problem.
The current design still used a traditional mechanical trigger structure.
While this structure was mature and reliable, its efficiency was insufficient for an explosive like the shaped charge anti-armor warhead, which required precise control over the timing of detonation and energy release.
The delay and instability of the mechanical structure would prevent the chemical energy of the explosive from being fully released at the most ideal moment, thereby affecting the formation and penetration power of the metal jet.
In extreme cases, it could even cause the primer to fail, resulting in a dud.
âLacking critical technologyâŠâ
Morin frowned.
He could guess that the âcritical technologyâ the system referred to was likely a more advanced electric detonator technology.
This technology would allow for faster and more precise detonation control, maximizing the power of the shaped charge anti-armor warhead.
But the problem was, given Morinâs limited knowledge, developing a reliable electric detonator was no simple feat.
âMaybe I could use arcane technology?â
âBut I donât know that stuff either.â
âForget it. Iâll deal with it later.â
Morin pondered for a moment, deciding to temporarily set the issue aside.
He needed to take things one step at a time.
As for the subsequent optimization, he would find a way to resolve it when the opportunity arose.
Ludwig had mentioned that his sister, Patricia, seemed to be a professional arcane technology researcher.
Perhaps he could find a way to âmoochâ off her later.
With that thought, Morin stopped dwelling on the problem.
He went to a studio in the manorâCecilia had been a mechanical designer with a science and engineering background before becoming the âBrilliant Crystal Queen.â
So, the manor still contained a studio with professional drafting tools.
Transcribing the materials from the system onto paper was a massive and tedious project.
Morin stayed in the studio the entire day, neatly copying all the textual documentation and design blueprints onto a thick stack of paper.
Looking at the enormous pile of blueprints and formulas, which contained knowledge far ahead of its time, he let out a long sigh, feeling utterly drained.
Having finished everything, he pulled the cord on the wall, summoning a maid.
âPlease send someone to Lieutenant Colonel Ludwig von Seecktâs home and inform him that my materials are ready.â
âYes, Young Master Morin.â
Ludwig arrived urgently early the next morning, just as the sky was turning bright.
When he saw the thick stack of documents Morin had laid out on the desk, he was completely stunned.
âMy God! Are you kidding me?â
Ludwig picked up a few blueprints and glanced through them. Although he couldnât fully understand themâŠ
He was awed by the intricate, complex structures and the sheer volume of data.
He looked at Morin in disbelief: âFriedrich, did you⊠did you finish all this in just one night?â
âOf course,â Morin replied, crossing his legs confidently. âWhen thereâs money involved, efficiency naturally has to be higher.â
Ludwig: ââŠâ
He felt his worldview had been severely challenged.
He had expected Morin to take at least a week, or even longer, to organize such complex documents.
Instead, less than a day later, the complete proposal was slammed onto the table in front of him.
âWhat kind of monster are you?â Ludwig couldnât help but complain.
âStop wasting time. Letâs go. Weâre heading to the Imperial Patent Office right now,â Morin urged.
âAlright, letâs go!â
Ludwig didnât delay further. He picked up the stack of documents and pulled Morin out the door.
The two went to the manorâs entrance. Morin noticed that Ludwig had driven himself in a black brilliant crystal internal combustion sedan.
âShouldnât Knights prefer riding horses? Why are you driving now?â Morin asked curiously.
âDonât even mention it.â
Ludwig started the car, skillfully handling the steering wheel while complaining:
âItâs all thanks to those bureaucrats at the Dresden City Hall.â
âEver since they issued the new regulation that only allows carriages and prohibits single riders on horseback in the core areas of the city center, Iâve had no choice but to driveâŠâ
(End of this Chapter)