Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Renn, standing in the crowd, first stood with his hands behind his back, watching quietly.

His posture was restrained and quiet, like an observer or a recorder, but this state only lasted for a moment—because Dakota's posture changed again.

In his view, the movements were exaggerated and affected. With his feet on the armrests of the palanquin, his body leaning forward, and his robes fluttering, Master Ma's solemn palanquin became a stage for Daxus to perform his plays.

However, Renn could clearly sense it.

At this moment, Dakota was very happy.

That excitement wasn't the cold laugh of someone who had succeeded in their schemes, nor the relief of someone who had successfully planned something; it was a pure, heartfelt joy.

As one of the few people in the know, he understood why Darkus was so happy.

However, he seems to have overlooked something? Or rather, he hasn't truly grasped something?
Just like when Dakous saw that peculiar material in Tar Ritanel. Dakous saw the meaning behind the material, knew what kind of system and order it could extend into, and knew what kind of structure it could be embedded in.

In his eyes, it was merely material.

As it turned out, Dakotas was right.

The material was used to make ID cards, and these seemingly ordinary ID cards ultimately proved invaluable, reshaping the boundaries of management, belonging, and order.

When Darkus changed his posture again, Renn snapped out of his reverie. He pulled his notebook from his clothes, turned to a blank page, and began to quickly sketch out an outline.

The lines are simple and precise.

After all, he was Darkus's painter, not Tolandil.

He had made up his mind a long time ago.

Once everything has settled down, he plans not only to write his memoirs but also to hold a traveling art exhibition, showcasing Dakota's appearance, demeanor, and major events throughout his life.

From the awkwardness of her first appearance on stage to the swagger she exudes now as she stands atop the throne.

Rennes wasn't the only one present.

Any creature with a brain, even a fire dragon that had only recently joined, could clearly sense Darkus's excitement.

Although they didn't know why Darkus was so excited.

Darkus himself didn't feel embarrassed at all, after all, it was a stage play.

Unlike filmmaking, stage plays emphasize exaggerated physical movements and emotional expression. Due to the distance and large audience, it's crucial that everyone is seen.

After striking several poses, he suddenly threw the crystal in his hand away.

The crystal traced a clear arc in the air.

Dais reached out and caught it steadily, his movements clean and efficient.

Then, as if he were holding some sacred relic of great significance, he cradled the crystal in both hands. His bright eyes narrowed slightly as he carefully observed the crystal's internal structure and luster.

However, it doesn't end here.

Dakos tossed out the crystals placed on the palanquin one by one, like throwing coins.

The crystals shimmered with different colors in the sunlight, tracing intersecting arcs of light.

It's not accurate to say that everyone received one, but almost every important person present received one.

Some, like Desce, focused intently on examining the crystal; others deliberately imitated or even reversed Dakota's flamboyant actions, eliciting low laughter; still others held the crystal high, pointing it at the sun, allowing light to penetrate its internal structure to observe its refraction and texture.

These crystals come in different colors.

Darkus distributed crystals of different colors based on the roles and attributes of the people present.

The ones held by Nykel and Finnubal were transparent and flawless; some spellcasters held them in fiery red, and several other colors shimmered slightly in different hands.

For a moment, the entire scene turned into a silent mime.

The crowd either observed or discussed in hushed tones; some handed the crystal to the person next to them, then took it back to confirm the difference. Afterward, they all looked at Dakota, awaiting his explanation.

However, before Darkus could speak, Des spoke first.

"This is the processor you mentioned earlier?"

His tone carried both confirmation and a hint of probing.

"Yes!"

As Dakota responded, he spread his hands and leaned back slightly, adopting a solemn demeanor as if he had just completed some kind of historic unveiling.

But his explanation only led to greater confusion.

On the one hand, the word "processor," which he created, is too unfamiliar and bears obvious traces of word formation; on the other hand, what is it used for?

Crystal?

What to deal with?
Dakous did not explain immediately.

He jumped down from the palanquin and then walked towards his advisor, the Eye of the Storm. He raised his hand and gently patted the edge of the behemoth's scales as a greeting. Then, he turned and went to the device that had already landed.

Everyone's eyes followed.

"You can think of this device as a kitchen."

Seeing that no one asked a question, Darkus tilted his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over the thoughtful faces. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he randomly posed a question.

"So, what is the core of a kitchen?"

There was almost no hesitation.

"chef!"

The response was neat and concise.

Everyone present was intelligent.

The core of a kitchen is, of course, the chef; everything else, whether it's the stove, the pots and pans, or the ingredients, is just a tool and a material.

“Yes, chef!” Darkus picked up the conversation, raising his voice slightly. “And the processor is the chef. The core of the entire kitchen. Responsible for thinking, making decisions, and cooking—deciding which ingredients to process first and how to process them. And the so-called ingredients are the data!”

His gestures changed constantly as he spoke, as if he were actually chopping vegetables, flipping a pan, and seasoning in the air.

"So...this kitchen?"

It's still Daisy.

As he spoke, he shook the crystal in his hand, which refracted tiny sparkles in the sunlight.

“Yes,” Darkus nodded. “Crystals are like ingredients such as flour, water, and eggs. What we need to do is put the ingredients in, activate the kitchen, and finally get the food.”

The words fell.

The atmosphere fell silent.

Unfortunately, although he provided examples, they were still too abstract for those who had never encountered such a system before.

Seeing everyone's reaction, Darkus gave a slightly embarrassed smile. He gently stroked the outer casing of the device, his tone becoming serious.

"This kitchen is specifically designed to train chefs."

He paused.

"Crystal processing furnace!"

After this explanation, everyone seemed to understand, but not completely.

So, Des, the Val priest, and the spellcasters all gathered around the device.

Some people reached out and touched the outer shell; others closed their eyes and used their second eye to perceive the internal flow.

As I just said—I need to perform Vaal Touch.

Miel stepped forward and placed her hand on the device.

The moment consciousness seeps in, what first enters the mind are the layers upon layers of patterns, the placement of the arcane orb, and the precisely calculated interfaces and slots.

He then "walked" along the structure, heading towards the core.

When he arrived at the core, he saw it.

He saw a huge, living metal ring.

The ring rotated slowly, with an almost imperceptible rhythm. The sixteen crystals embedded in the ring were precisely aligned with the center—which was empty.

Although the center of the ring is empty.

But he knew.

That area was also used to store crystals.

However, unlike the sixteen crystals around it, that one was the original.

It is the master version.

There is no light inside the ring.

Only mathematics itself is in motion.

He saw it.

He saw numbers appear in the air, geometric shapes rotate in the void, infinite series unfold and then rapidly converge, twisting and taking shape before disappearing. It wasn't that there was no light.

bright.

Light has always been there.

However, that wasn't ordinary light.

That is the light of logic.

In an instant, all the confusion was resolved.

Shi Lan materialized mathematics and embedded it into sixteen crystals.

When the device is activated, the crystal focuses, decomposes, and reassembles the logic light, finally projecting it precisely onto the crystal.

When light shines on a crystal, the internal structure of the crystal begins to arrange itself according to mathematical rules.

After the lighting ends.

The crystal is still the same crystal.

But the difference is that mathematics flows inside the crystal.

then.

A processor was born.

Yes, it's called a crystal process furnace, but it's actually a photolithography machine.

The only change is that the photomask, light source, lens, photoresist, and development process have all disappeared, replaced by the light of logic and embodied mathematics.

"The food produced in each kitchen is different?"

This question was raised by Finnubar.

He was in a state of seemingly understanding, but not fully comprehending. And a part of those present belonged to the same level as him.

When his voice rang out, many eyes turned to Dakos.

He asked that question because he had made a judgment.

The lizardmen should also have a kitchen!
A kitchen used to produce food ingredients, which is also the device for manufacturing the crystals themselves.

He made this judgment because he observed that although these crystals were different in size, their craftsmanship and shape were highly consistent.

Dakos gave another awkward smile. He knew very well that this was thanks to his high status and prestige.

Otherwise, the situation would probably be out of control by now.

He did not answer immediately.

Instead, he turned to look at Master Ma, his tone becoming more subdued and serious.

"Has the processor achieved complete power shielding?"

When all eyes were on Master Ma, he didn't say much, but slowly raised his head and nodded emphatically.

The movement was steady and weighty.

Having reached this definitive conclusion, Dakotas breathed a long sigh of relief, his chest heaving noticeably, as if a huge boulder that had been pressing on his heart had finally been lifted.

It became.

It really worked!
This device is extraordinary!
"Why doesn't this crystal have it? And why does it contain the Akashic Wind?"

"Adeline asked."

Like the spellcasters around her, she had just tried to input energy into the crystal in an attempt to verify its response mechanism.

result……

However, the moment she said those words, she regretted it. She clearly realized that she had asked a very stupid question.

“First of all, it was my fault,” Dakos immediately chimed in to help her out. “I shouldn’t have used the kitchen as an example; it’s too abstract. But then again, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with my example.”

As he spoke, his left and right hemispheres began to fight each other.

“Food processing plant!” Renn blurted out.

“Kitchenware manufacturing plant!” Finnubar replied almost simultaneously.

“Amazing device…amazing factory!” Dais added, his voice brimming with barely suppressed excitement.

Dakos laughed heartily.

Why were they able to get together?
There is a reason.

He helped Adana out of the predicament, and the others followed suit. No one mocked or spoke sarcastically; instead, they logically filled in the gaps in the system.

“I always stick to my kitchen theory,” Darkus said with a smile. “The processor is the heart of the kitchen. But a chef alone isn’t enough; a kitchen also needs storage. So, what is storage?”

"Another function of crystals!"

Adana quickly took over.

"It's used for long-term storage of all ingredients. Even if you don't use the kitchen, the ingredients in the cabinet will still be there! And the ingredients are the data you just mentioned!"

hiss……

Those who understood gasped in unison.

That's not just a simple metaphor.

That was the manifestation of a complete structure.

Newkel had been completely confused and baffled by what he was hearing, even finding it somewhat unbelievable. But at this moment, he suddenly understood.

He finally understood why Dakota had just stood on the chariot and announced—the future has arrived.

But soon, problems arose one after another.

Darkus smiled, spread his hands, and gestured for everyone to continue.

“Besides storage cabinets, the kitchen needs other things,” Finrel said. “Like a work surface? To hold the ingredients the chefs are processing and the data being processed. The larger the work surface, the greater the capacity, and the more ingredients can be processed at the same time.”

“We also need the kitchen structure,” Bel-Tania followed. “It’s the skeleton of the whole kitchen, connecting all the equipment and making all the components work together. It determines what level of cooktops we can use.”

The group continued to add to the discussion.

Energy system.

Heat dissipation system.

Even the walls and cabinets in the kitchen.

"And a special pastry table, a drawing table?" Dakous added as a final touch. "If the chef wants to make complex cakes or drawings, he will need this special workbench with specialized tools."

As the structure of the kitchen gradually improved.

A complete machine was pieced together in their minds.

CPU (chef), Memory (workbench/cutting station), Hard drive (refrigerator/storage cabinet), Motherboard (kitchen structure/water and electricity pipes), Graphics card (professional pastry stand/drawing table), Power supply (power supply system/gas and electricity), Heat sink (range hood/air conditioner), Case (kitchen wall/cabinet).

That's all.

“And we are the diners,” Daisy said slowly. “We give instructions to the chefs according to the menu, and the dishes the chefs prepare are presented to us visually?”

This moment.

Newkel understood, completely understood.

But his worldview was also shaken at that moment.

He has lived for over five thousand years.

He suddenly realized that he might really be getting old?

I'm out of touch with the times.

Or rather, Darkus was moving too fast. So fast that he had to run at full speed just to barely catch up with that figure.

However, one point cannot be denied.

When this 'kitchen' actually appears, everything will be different.

Even in his area of ​​expertise, the military, he has already foreseen countless applications—calculation, scheduling, simulation, early warning, and control.

That will be a completely new form of warfare.

"You are in charge of building the kitchen."

When Darkus spoke, he first looked at the Sran priests who had remained silent.

They did not participate in the discussion, but watched quietly from beginning to end.

He then turned his gaze to his paternal grandmother, his cousin, Desce, and Belanar.

The tone was no longer exaggerated, but solemn. (End of Chapter)