Chapter 320 - 313: Test 1
Chapter 320: Chapter 313: Test 1
The projection of the workshop had also vanished by now.
Allen stood at the former site of Zone 18. Beneath his feet was a massive crater, over ten meters deep.
He stood on the edge, listening to the wind pour into the bottom of the crater, producing a low echo. Yet, an unprecedented sense of stability filled his heart.
It was like he had loaded the entire base onto a portable flash drive.
It was an extremely wondrous experience.
Although it was located in another plane, the twelve-square-kilometer jungle of steel, the five Earth Vein Magic Furnaces, the three production lines, and the hundreds of heavy machines... had all become extensions of his own body.
He could precisely sense that the hydraulic pressure in a certain mechanical arm on the second production line in the production area was a bit low.
He could "see" the exact weight of the 1,447th crate of Black Patterned Magic Steel ingots on the third shelf in the northeast corner of the storage area.
He could even perceive the temperature of the leather swivel chair’s armrest in the Meditation Room.
It was like he had grown an extra hand.
No, an entire city.
And so, he stood by the edge of the crater for an entire day.
For a full twenty-four hours, he did nothing but immerse himself in this god-like perspective, "idling to get familiar with the new version."
He waited until the spatial barrier had completely synchronized with his soul.
"Jarvis, can you hear me?" Allen called out in his mind.
[...System reboot complete.]
Jarvis’s voice sounded in his mind once more, but this time, it seemed to carry a grand, reverberating echo.
[Commander, I have detected a fundamental change in my own permissions.]
[Previous Permission Level: Workshop Management AI.]
[Current Permission Level: Half-Plane Core Managing Will.]
[To put it plainly—I am now this world’s god.]
Allen’s mouth twitched.
"Stop being so dramatic."
[This is not drama, Commander. I can now directly manipulate the spatial structure within the half-plane. The minimum unit of operation is a single room. This includes, but is not limited to: merging zones, reconfiguring passages, folding space, adjusting the direction of gravity—]
"Wait," Allen interrupted. "You can change the direction of gravity, too?"
[Theoretically, yes. The physical Laws within the half-plane are defined by the energy circuits; gravity is just one of the parameters. However, large-scale adjustments would consume a massive amount of the Magic Furnaces’ output, so it is not recommended at this time.]
"Alright. What’s the situation inside? Can it communicate with the outside world yet?"
[The half-plane is stable and ready for practical testing at any time.]
[A connection to Zone 18 has been re-established through you, the ’humanoid anchor.’ Command authority over mining operations and patrol units has been assumed.]
[Current half-plane environmental scan: 90% vacuum, 0.01g gravity, no natural light source. Recommendation: Simulate day and night with artificial light sources.]
A thought flashed through Allen’s mind.
In an instant, thousands of Magic Guide lamps inside the half-plane lit up simultaneously.
An ethereal blue radiance, like an artificial sun, instantly dispelled the void’s darkness and illuminated the cold, metal dome.
There was no sky, no clouds. It was like being buried inside the body of a colossal steel beast.
"Fortress workshop, deploy. Partial test."
ZZZZT—!
Above the once-empty crater, a deep-blue dimensional rift, hundreds of meters long, materialized out of thin air.
Immediately after, a stunning scene unfolded, comparable to the building mode in a sandbox game.
Walls forged from Black Patterned Magic Steel "grew" out of the void, weaving together and re-forming within the blue light.
In the blink of an eye, a corner of the workshop’s "Defense Zone" abruptly materialized, stretching across the wasteland.
The twenty-meter-high Armored Barrier shimmered with the purple glow of protective Runes, and it featured several empty emplacements for Magic-guided turrets.
Allen waved his hand again.
"Retract."
Without a sound, the barrier retracted into the blue rift as if a film were being played in reverse. Like a pencil drawing erased by an eraser, it vanished without a trace in an instant.
"Deployment and retraction work fine," Allen nodded. "But the defensive capabilities have a lot of room for upgrades."
Next up was a test of the internal space.
As the absolute master of the half-plane, Allen discovered he possessed administrator-level "space editing" permissions, and Jarvis could carry out the operations for him.
For example, he could adjust the structure of the workshop’s various sections, and the smallest spatial unit he could move was a single room.
"Jarvis, attempt to establish a spatially folded path between the production area and the storage area."
[Command confirmed. Consuming 3% of the Magic Furnaces’ instantaneous power to establish a stable connection node.]
In the original physical layout, the end of the production line and the raw materials warehouse were separated by a straight-line distance of seven kilometers, requiring conveyor belts for transport.
But now, Allen had directly "torn" open a spatial interface between the two areas.
A transport Golem pushing a crate of ore stepped out of the production area’s main gate, and with its next step, appeared directly in the warehouse seven kilometers away.
The logistics time was reduced from fifteen minutes to three seconds. This was a bug-exploit-level delivery speed.
’This kind of manipulation has a cost, though.’
Allen looked at the Magic Furnace readings. ’Every spatial node is continuously drawing energy. With my current Magic Furnace power, I can maintain twelve of these ’wormholes’ at most. Any more, and the plane’s support structure will become unstable.’
But even so, this level of efficiency was enough to make any infrastructure fanatic absolutely ecstatic on the spot.
Next, the zone deployment test.
"Project only the production area."
The three-square-kilometer production area, along with its outer walls, materialized directly from the void.
The moment it touched down, the three production lines inside instantly resumed operation, as if someone had just pressed the play button.
Mechanical arms precisely picked up half-finished parts and sent them to the next process, seamlessly continuing the manufacturing tasks that had been interrupted yesterday.
"Retract."
The equipment’s status was perfectly preserved, with no data lost. He could still continue mass-producing units inside the half-plane.
Allen nodded and moved on to the final test.
This was also the one he cared about most.
"Connect to the Magic Furnaces, open the Magic Power channel. Full power test."
He didn’t deploy any zones, keeping the half-plane completely retracted.
His Spiritual Power traveled along the soul anchor, delving deep into the half-plane’s core, and touched the energy output ports of the five Earth Vein Magic Furnaces.
Connection established.
In an instant.
Allen’s body shuddered violently.
A monstrous torrent of Magic Power, like a flood bursting through a dam, poured into his body out of thin air.
On his retina, Dseek issued frantic warnings.
[Warning: Massive influx of Magic Power detected! Current Magic Power limit increased by 85 times!]
[Magic Power recovery speed increased by 1,247 times!]
[Time until body’s load limit is reached: 32 seconds. Current Status: Infinite Firepower (Temporary Name).]
Allen felt his Sea of Spirit roaring.
His Magic Power bar was forcibly filled to the brim in a ten-thousandth of a second, and the overflowing, immense energy coalesced on the surface of his body into a visible blue storm.
’This feels just like opening the Eight Gates!’
Magic Power bar x85!
This wasn’t his own Magic Power reserve, but the full-capacity output of the five Earth Vein Magic Furnaces!
He raised his hand and pointed a finger lightly at a distant, barren mountain.
[Magic Missile]
Over a dozen missiles, each as thick as a water bucket, were casually flung out by him.
Amidst a deafening roar, nearly half the mountaintop was instantly flattened, sending rubble and dust soaring into the sky.
Allen stared at the deep crater in the distance, the corner of his eye twitching.
’Is this what you fucking call a Magic Missile? This is more like a Magic Energy Missile!’
"Too strong..." Allen looked at his slightly trembling, blue-glowing palm, the corners of his mouth finally curving up, unable to be suppressed.
This meant that as long as he was connected to the workshop, the Magic Power within him was practically inexhaustible. Furthermore, it wasn’t limited by distance decay from the Magic Furnaces; no matter where he was, he could draw upon their full-capacity output.
He could cast shields uninterruptedly, remotely recharge the entire Golem Legion, and even turn himself into a mobile, humanoid Magic Energy Cannon, freely unleashing his Magic Power.
He didn’t even dare to cast a [Magic Energy Burst] to test the waters, afraid he might accidentally blast a hole through the planet’s crust beneath his feet.
Looking back, Victor’s fanatical sales pitch from back then wasn’t just not an exaggeration—it was actually a bit of an understatement.
This was the true qualitative transformation of a Golem Wizard.
One man is a legion, one man is a natural disaster.
From this moment on, his own body was no longer the soft underbelly of this war fortress. His workshop no longer had to fear any threats!