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Li Yichen leaned back in his chair and tapped his empty coffee cup, his mind drifting to the Titan mech in the precision testing building.

That Titan-01, a bare skeleton, has been sitting in the precision laboratory building for almost a month.

Eight hundred tons of lunar mineral crystals had been lying in the warehouse for several days, and he himself couldn't stand it anymore if he didn't take action soon.

Li Yichen put the empty cup on the table, got up and grabbed his car keys.

Twenty minutes later, at the Precision Laboratory Building.

The five-meter-tall Titan-01 skeleton stands in the center of the workshop, its silver-gray metal frame gleaming coldly under the incandescent lights. Its robust limbs, thick torso, and the miniaturized cold fusion energy core embedded in its chest cavity—all parts fit together perfectly, yet it's completely bare.

Li Yichen looked around with his head tilted back, flicking the lighter in his hand a couple of times.

The watch lit up.

Ling'er's holographic image popped up, her two little feet stepping on Titan's huge toes, and she sat down with a thud, her short legs swaying back and forth.

"Brother, those eight hundred tons of lunar ore have been gathering dust in the warehouse for days. When are we going to give this behemoth some clothes?" She patted the metal toes beneath her, curling her lip in disgust. "Driving it around like this, completely naked, is an embarrassment to your family, the richest man in Great Xia!"

Li Yichen raised an eyebrow: "What, you're a cybernetic life form, and you actually care about this metal lump not being dressed?"

Ling'er rolled her eyes, put her hands on her hips, and pouted, her tiny chibi body puffed out: "I'm afraid it'll get blown to pieces by someone else's cannon, and then you'll have nowhere to cry!"

"Tear it apart with one shot?" Li Yichen laughed. "Tell me, whose cannon could shatter my stuff?"

"What if!" Ling'er kicked her short legs a couple of times. "Anyway, running around naked isn't pretty, so hurry up!"

Li Yichen put the lighter in his pocket and glanced up at the empty space reserved on the Titan's torso.

The smile faded.

"Start work tomorrow. Have the Terminator haul all eight hundred tons of mineral crystals to the forging station at the junkyard."

Ling'er's two pixelated eyes lit up: "Really?"

"Of course! I brought it all the way back from the moon, do you think I'd just let it gather dust?"

-

At five o'clock the next morning, it was still dark.

Dozens of Terminators lined up and set off from the precision laboratory building warehouse, their movements perfectly synchronized, like a group of tireless brick-moving machines. The dark green heavy-duty container modules were carried in pairs and loaded onto cargo containers. Finally, the Terminators drove cargo trucks away from the park, heading towards a scrap yard two kilometers away.

Two tons per box, in the hands of the Terminator, it's no different from serving dishes.

In less than half an hour, all 800 tons of mineral crystals were put into Plant No. 1.

In the very center of the factory, a 12,000-ton atomic forging platform was in operation, its plasma chamber emitting a low electromagnetic hum. The massive, silver-gray equipment was consuming raw materials of superconducting tungsten-gold fusion alloy, and the forged components were stacked piece by piece against the wall by the Terminators.

The backbone of the mothership is still growing inch by inch.

Li Yichen walked to the control panel, glanced at the production data, and pressed the pause button.

The buzzing sound gradually subsided, and the remaining eerie blue light inside the cavity slowly faded away.

"First, clean out all the alloy inside." He gestured with his chin toward the four Terminators waiting nearby.

The Terminator entered the cavity and came out fifteen minutes later, after which it had been cleaned up.

Li Yichen walked to the nearest container module and tapped the sealing cover twice. The pressure valve hissed, and the cover popped open.

The irregular, dark silver crystals lay still in the shock-absorbing chamber, their surfaces shimmering with a fine metallic sheen.

He picked one up and weighed it in his hand—it was heavy.

"Serve the ingredients."

The Terminator began loading mineral crystals into the feed inlet. Basket after basket, the machine's movements were perfectly precise.

Li Yichen pressed the start button again.

The cold fusion reactor instantly reached full power, and the lights in the entire factory flickered. The plasma chamber glowed with a blinding, eerie blue light, and the high-energy magnetic field distorted the surrounding air, making even the strands of hair stand on end.

Ling'er stared at the data panel, her brows furrowed.

"Brother, the impurity content of this ore crystal is much higher than we expected, and the purification efficiency is less than one-third that of the alloy. The progress will definitely be much slower than forging superconducting tungsten gold."

"If it's too much trouble, just increase the power." Li Yichen leaned against the control panel, arms crossed. "Anyway, the reactor's electricity is free, so just run it like crazy."

Ling'er glanced at him, muttered "wasteful", and waved her little hand in the air a few times, raising the reactor's output power by a bit.

The humming sound from the forging platform suddenly became louder, and a slight tremor came from the factory floor.

One hour. Two hours. Three hours.

Temperature data surged on the panel as impurities were peeled off, evaporated, and expelled layer by layer.

Li Yichen stood by the control panel the entire time without moving, his eyes fixed on the discharge port.

The fifth hour.

The buzzing sound changed, from irritating to calm.

The conveyor belt at the discharge port slowly started, and three large pieces of dark silver metal ingots slid out one after another.

It's not large—about half the size of a writing desk. But the weight on the alloy tray visibly causes the center of the tray to bend slightly.

Eight hundred tons of mineral crystals, plus a thousand tons of auxiliary raw materials, were used to refine only three tons.

Ling'er floated over and circled the metal ingot, clicking her tongue in amazement: "Three tons of vibranium, its density is ridiculously high. If this stuff were on the black market—"

"It won't go up." Li Yichen walked over and reached out to touch it.

It felt icy cold to the touch, like touching a block of metal ice that would never heat up. My fingertips ran across the surface, and it was so smooth that there wasn't a single line.

"If the news of these three tons of stuff gets out, those guys at the Pentagon will beat the dogs out of their brains."

He withdrew his hand, a trace of coldness still lingering on his fingertips.

"Pack them up and take them back to the lab building. Be quick, and don't let anyone see."

The Terminator stepped forward, carefully sealed the three metal ingots into a specially made sealed box, loaded it onto a cargo truck, and returned along the same route.

-

Precision laboratory building, underground workshop.

Three vibranium ingots were placed on the worktable. Next to it, the ten-axis industrial machine had already preheated, and the pointer on the spindle tachometer jumped twice.

Li Yichen rolled up his sleeves, ready to get to work.

Ling'er's holographic panel suddenly displayed a red warning box, as glaring as a traffic light.

"Brother, wait!"

Her voice rose half an octave, and the little figure flew in front of him, its arms forming a cross.

"Vibranium has a melting point of over one million degrees Celsius. One million! Conventional high-temperature cutting and welding would be completely useless—even the hardest drill bit from the motherboard would break off when it's spinning. This stuff is simply beyond the reach of current processing methods."

Li Yichen looked at the red warning sign but didn't panic.

He closed his eyes briefly. Deep within his mind, the technical database implanted by the system automatically retrieved information, and a complete solution popped up a fraction of a second later.

"If conventional methods don't work, then we'll use magnetic field confinement."

He opened his eyes, walked to the control panel, and placed his ten fingers on the keyboard to start retrieving device parameters.

"Using miniature cold fusion to provide energy, a million-degree plasma arc is created in a vacuum chamber. No cutting or welding is required—vibranium is directly 'molded' into the shape of an outer shell using a magnetic field."

Ling'er paused for two seconds, and the red warning box disappeared by half.

"Magnetic field confinement shaping...theoretically feasible. But bro, what if the magnetic field can't contain a million-degree plasma arc, even a tiny leak—"

"I know."

Li Yichen didn't even look up as his fingers flew across the keyboard, displaying a series of data on the screen: vacuum chamber parameters, magnetic field generator power curves, and cold fusion output gradients.

"So you need to push the precision of every sensor to the limit and monitor the magnetic field boundary in real time. Report any fluctuations to me within 0.1 seconds."

"……receive."

Ling'er withdrew her little arm that was blocking the way, and her expression changed from panicked to serious.

The preparations took three hours. From vacuum chamber sealing tests and magnetic field generator calibration to the energy coupling debugging of the cold fusion reactor and plasma arc—Li Yichen personally oversaw every step, daring not to delegate it to Terminator.

At 4 p.m., the first piece of vibranium was sent into the vacuum chamber.

The hatch closes. The air pressure is evacuated. The magnetic field generator starts.

hum-

A pale blue plasma arc ignited out of thin air in the vacuum. The temperature reading jumped from 100,000 to 500,000—and at the moment it broke through one million degrees, all the lights in the workshop flashed.

The vibranium surface began to turn reddish.

Extremely slow. Like pouring hot water onto a block of iron in winter, the red color gradually spreads outward from the center.

"The temperature has been reached, begin shaping."

Ling'er manipulated the magnetic field array, and the plasma arc transformed into an invisible hand, pushing the softened vibranium outward inch by inch according to the preset three-dimensional model.

The progress is infuriatingly slow.

An hour later, the first piece of breastplate had only formed less than one-tenth of its original shape.

Li Yichen leaned against the control panel, his eyes never leaving the monitor screen.

It was dark. Only the eerie blue light of the plasma arc illuminated his face in the workshop.

2:17 a.m.

A piercing alarm blared.

The entire control panel instantly turned red, and the data jumped wildly.

Ling'er's voice changed: "Brother! The energy fluctuation of the No. 3 magnetic field generator! The boundary offset is 0.03 millimeters—and it's expanding!"

0.03 millimeters.

That doesn't sound like much. But the cabin is filled with plasma at a million degrees Celsius.

Even if the magnetic field boundary cracks open by a hair's breadth, high-temperature plasma will erupt within a fraction of a second, turning the entire laboratory building, along with the people and equipment, into a cloud of plasma.

"Brother! The magnetic field can't hold anymore! If even a tiny bit of the million-degree heat leaks out, this building, including you and me, will evaporate!" Ling'er was so anxious that she spun around in mid-air, her voice cracking.

Li Yichen's pupils constricted for a moment.

But the body moves faster than the mind.

He pushed open the protective cover of the automatic control panel and slammed his ten fingers onto the manual control keyboard.

The genetically optimized neural response speed reached its limit at this moment—the torrent of data on the screen slowed down in his eyes, and every fluctuating number became clearly readable.

Left hand: Cold fusion output power reduced by 2.7 percent.

Right hand: The compensation current of the No. 3 magnetic field generator is increased by four percentage points.

With alternating hands, the ten fingers leave afterimages on the keyboard.

Ling'er stared intently at the data panel, not daring to move her eyes—the magnetic field boundary offset had started to shrink from 0.03. 0.025. 0.02. 0.015.

Three seconds later.

The alarm stopped.

The panel turned green again. The magnetic field boundary stabilized, and the million-degree plasma was properly contained within the vacuum chamber without any leakage.

The workshop was once again filled only with the low hum of the running equipment.

Ling'er slumped on the edge of the watch, her two short legs dangling, her virtual chest rising and falling.

"Phew... Bro, your hand speed, honed from being single for twenty years, saved our lives today."

Li Yichen's forehead was covered in sweat, and his face darkened when he heard this.

He extended his index finger and precisely flicked Ling'er's holographic head.

"Shut up. First, I haven't been single for twenty years. Second, keep an eye on the data; nobody's getting a break tonight."

Ling'er covered her head and shrank her neck, no longer daring to be sarcastic, but her eyes still couldn't help but dart around.

-

one day one Night.

Li Yichen hadn't closed his eyes. Ling'er reported two more minor fluctuations, which he manually suppressed both times. During each break, he would lean against the control panel and chug ice water, then continue staring at the screen.

At 6:42 PM the following day.

Inside the vacuum chamber, the last piece of vibranium breastplate slowly solidified in the magnetic field.

The dark silver streamlined armor floated in the center of the eerie blue light, its surface as smooth as a mirror, its curves so perfect they didn't seem man-made.

Ling'er softly announced the numbers: "Shaping complete. Size error—zero."

The magnetic field slowly dissipated. The plasma arc extinguished.

The vibranium breastplate landed silently on the receiving tray with a dull metallic clang.

Li Yichen stared at the dark silver armor for five seconds.

My eyes are red, not from being moved—it's a physiological reaction from not sleeping for more than thirty hours.

But the curve of her lips couldn't be suppressed.

"It's done."

Ling'er floated to the top of the breastplate, stretched out a small hand to touch it lightly, then withdrew it, her eyes shining like two small light bulbs.

"Brother, the Vibranium Outer Armor needs a total of—"

"Seventeen main armor plates, forty-three secondary armor components, plus the flexible vibranium braided layer at the joints," Li Yichen continued, his voice hoarse. "At this rate, it will take at least two more days to complete the whole set."

He looked down at his hands. His fingertips were trembling slightly from prolonged, intense manipulation.

Ling'er tilted her head and looked at him: "Brother, why don't you go to sleep first—"

"No rush."

Li Yichen picked up the second vibranium ingot and weighed it in his hand. The icy touch spread from his palm to his wrist.

He placed the vibranium into the vacuum chamber's feed inlet and pressed the start button.

The magnetic field generator lit up with a pale blue light again, and the humming sound filled the entire workshop once more.