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The field effect formed by Originium creates a hindering effect on all particles, meaning it absorbs the kinetic energy of the particles, which is reflected macroscopically as a dramatic drop in regional heat.

When the Originium field effect completes this process, it produces complex electric and magnetic field effects—thunderstorms, blizzards, volcanic eruptions, lava flows, and Originium rocks falling like meteorites…

Imagine what would happen if the Originium, having exhausted its energy, precipitated or penetrated deep into the Earth's mantle, absorbing heat and disrupting the fluid balance. The direct manifestations would be earthquakes, fissures, volcanic eruptions, or even, due to the rapid decrease in mantle fluidity, forming a barrier, the accumulated potential energy could tear apart the Earth's crust, causing the lava beneath to erupt.

Natural disasters bring Originium, which, through repeated charging and releasing, can participate in life activities and metabolism, creating natural disasters and ultimately becoming the planet's unique cycle of matter and energy.

However, Xia Lin still had a question: if that were the case, then the plants in Terra would be too normal.

Therefore, Originium remains a mystery to him. If he later discovers that there is almost no Originium in the ocean and that the marine races call it "the original sin of the land-dwelling species," he will probably be even more confused.

However, for Xia Lin, who was only planning to design an Originium engine to pump water and generate electricity, these doubts were quickly suppressed. Given Originium's characteristic of absorbing environmental heat energy, he designed a complex heat exchange system that allowed Originium exhaust gas and high-temperature exhaust gas to directly exchange heat with each other, and then put the Originium particles that had absorbed heat energy and completed their charging back into the system.

Apart from the diol compounds, which are consumed rapidly—and are the main reactants—the consumption of other compounds in the entire system is negligible. Industrial ketone compounds act as stabilizers, while diols and a bluish-green iron group mineral powder are the real boosters.

The waste that eventually cools down and turns back into a viscous liquid mixes with the Originium waste particles that inevitably accumulate after several cycles, turning into a blackish-gray viscous liquid that is discharged into wastewater tanks as industrial wastewater.

Such a complex structure makes this new type of Originium engine extremely large, about 4 meters high and 2.5 meters in diameter. Most of its volume is devoted to heat exchangers and waste processing equipment, and a portion is used for voltage stabilization equipment, since direct discharge of Originium is very unstable.

According to Xia Lin's calculations, a single cut Originium fuel of the highest purity can sustain power generation for about two years.

Because some of the waste heat can be recovered through heat exchange tubes, the power generation efficiency of the entire system is quite high, almost to the point of being completely efficient.

Based on the materials Xia Lin currently has and the equipment he can manufacture, the power generation capacity is about 1/8 of that of a fusion reactor, with a maximum power of 22-25 megawatts. However, for safety reasons, Xia Lin has set the rated power at 15 megawatts.

This also helped him understand where the power source of the local people's mobile city came from; the energy level of this thing was really high.

Based on this data, just a few of these Originium engines could pull a long line of Maxim's mobile platforms, making it possible to run a trackless train across the snowfield.

If he had better materials and manpower—and I'm talking about technicians who have graduated from Star Alliance at least with a high school education—he could build a small spaceship with an arc engine that's four or five stories high—in Originium form. He thinks it would be able to not only pull a mobile town on the ground, but also make it fly in the sky.

Thinking of this, Xia Lin suddenly ran into the warehouse and found a rather strange piece of equipment. Then, she dragged the white rabbit to the back of the farm and found a place to dig a hole.

"what is this?"

"Beacon," Xia Lin replied while digging a hole.

"What's the use?"

"As a tombstone..."

"Ah!!" The white rabbit looked at Xia Lin in disbelief. Why was he suddenly bringing this up? Did he have some kind of health problem?

"I don't think I'll be able to go home in my lifetime. So, I'm getting my tombstone repaired in advance..."

Xia Lin sighed. The destruction of the communication beacon meant that the Star Alliance would not be able to send rescue forces in a short time.

But whether Windrunner crashes or escapes, it may bring Covenant rescue, even if it's already turned to dust by then.

"Is it far?" The white rabbit asked worriedly, trying to tiptoe to pat Xia Lin's head. "Can't we even drive back?"

"We need to set sail," Xia Lin said, looking at the distant mountains.

"Then let's go to the beach and find a boat..."

“That kind of boat won’t do…” Xia Lin patted her head. “Don’t think too much. Just dig. I’ll bury this thing. If I die someday and you’re still alive, bury me next to it, understand?”

"Okay," the white rabbit nodded, its expression turning somewhat gloomy.

Xia Lin buried a standard Covenant survival beacon, which does not have the ability to send information faster than the speed of light.

However, it can store simple data, its transmitter can operate for centuries, and its built-in solid-state crystal storage can store data until the day the planet is swallowed by its star.

The specific principle is very simple; it's not some high-tech quantum storage, but rather—carving words on stone.

The purpose is quite simple: the Originium minerals on this planet have been proven to be an extremely valuable energy source. According to the Covenant's Expeditionary Law, if a planet with such a rare mineral is discovered, he can receive a share from the mining group.

Even if he dies, the beacon, the data about Originium, and the remains next to it will prove that he discovered the mineral. According to the Development Act, he is entitled to about 1% of the profits, which will be inherited by him or his relatives after paying the necessary taxes.

If you die, your other relatives will inherit this. If you survive, the Star Alliance's rescue will arrive quickly, which is even better—you'll be financially free in an instant!

If we don't bury this thing now, and the Covenant rescue team arrives immediately, this dividend will vanish. Of course we should bury it, then quickly build the Originium generator, and then establish an Originium mine, even if it's just an empty shell.

According to the information Xia Lin heard from the crew members on the Windrunner who were smuggling goods to the new Covenant Disintegration Field,...

For example, Originium, a high-energy material mineral, is priced at around 100-150 Star Coins per ton in the Covenant, referring to raw ore.

If Originium accounts for one ten-thousandth of the planet's mass, and the Covenant decides to completely deplete all the minerals by fracturing the planet, then this dividend could feed their descendants for two centuries.

However, considering the presence of native humans in the area, the Covenant probably won't use the rift mining method, but the amount mined from the ordinary deep mantle would be enough to make them instantly financially independent.

He filters Originium from the air and soil, and he currently has several kilograms of high-purity Originium crystals on hand.

The distribution and production of minerals across the planet still look quite optimistic.

After burying the beacon, Xia Lin, who had "reserved" a burial plot, seemed quite excited.

On the contrary, the white rabbit looked a bit gloomy and in a terrible mood. If I had to give a description...

The old man in the family happily pointed to the newly bought coffin and said: "This is good. I've slept in it before, and I'll use it after I die. Put me in it when I die tomorrow."

This was roughly the scene: the person in question was overjoyed, while the other relatives looked bewildered, rather melancholic, and even somewhat saddened.

Since the structure of the Originium Engine is obviously not included in "agricultural machinery", Xia Lin cannot use the honeycomb to produce automatically and has to process it manually. In order to prevent citizens from using the honeycomb to make some strange things, they are all designed to be types that cannot obtain processing blueprints from illegal sources.

Especially shortly after the end of the Star Wars, weapon blueprints that were spread everywhere during various wars in order to ensure that every colony could at least die with some dignity were everywhere. If this function were not prohibited, the scene would be terrifying.

In fact, the Covenant's current armament blueprint for remote colonies is already terrifying enough. It's already incredibly frightening that two settlements in remote colonies would resort to light machine guns just because of a quarrel. Even if they were asked not to upgrade their light machine guns to large-caliber electromagnetic cannons or fusion missiles, the Covenant would have to remove that feature altogether.

However, some common components can be produced automatically, such as various fasteners, gaskets and the turbine disk used to recover thermal energy. But things like the Originium reaction chamber have to be produced automatically.

While Xia Lin was processing the Originium Engine, Yelena, carrying a gun, drove her tractor towards the reclaimed farmland. It was around August. Patriot and his group had never returned, and the Infected who followed them had also scattered and disappeared.

The wooden stakes near the farm haven't been cleared yet because Xia Lin spent her time researching Originium and didn't make the promised heavy plow and high-powered electric motor. As a result, the wooden stakes around the farm have even sprouted new buds, making it look lush and green.

However, the farmland entrusted to those infected individuals has been completely prepared and planted with large tracts of potatoes, and today is the harvest day for this batch of wild-grown potatoes.

According to the agreement, the potatoes belonged to the farm, but out of humanitarianism and basic conscience, Xia Lin agreed that the infected could take a few potatoes and plant them around their camp.

These infected people were not his tenants; they were uncontracted "agricultural laborers" on the farm. The biggest difference between laborers and tenants or serfs was that they received wages. After Yelena completed the work and passed the inspection, they could receive their pay.

The infected were quite satisfied with this, and they had no objections even if they were to become tenant farmers and serfs.

On the vast farmland, Ursus men and women wearing straw hats made of hay work in groups of three or five, bending over to work. Occasionally, one or two children run and laugh across the field ridges, creating an idyllic pastoral scene reminiscent of a wealthy town in the heart of the region.

Upon seeing Yelena's tractor approach, the older Ursus man took off his hat and pressed it to his chest in salute.

The young men, meanwhile, stared intently at Yelena's tractor; its vibrant red color and metallic tracks perfectly embodied the romance of Ursus men.

The infected people elected a "village chief" who led Yelena to the place where the harvest was stored. Potatoes, still covered in mud, were piled up like mountains, waiting for Yelena to take them back and turn them into starch and sugar. Then, this starch and sugar would be used to make various foods and by-products as their reward.

"How's the harvest?" Yelena rarely spoke in front of outsiders. After glancing at the potatoes, she asked expressionlessly.

"I have never seen such a good harvest before..." The village chief had a warm smile on his face. According to the agreement, the more potatoes they harvested, the more they would be paid. This was simply the best harvest he had ever seen in his life.

The potato sprouts, adjusted by the Star Alliance Seed Synthesis Platform, grew very well, with an estimated yield of over three tons per acre. However, Xia Lin still thought this was somewhat poor. Nevertheless, after subsequent virus removal and improvement efforts, the yield would eventually be acceptable.

"Okay, come on, help me load it onto the truck..." Yelena said. They would need to collect these potatoes for a while, and she estimated that she would have to make dozens of trips to get them back.

After more than half a year of learning and familiarization, Yelena is now able to use some of the equipment in the workshop.

For example, regarding brewing equipment, although Xia Lin forbids her from drinking alcohol, she also believes that strong liquor is a good trade commodity on the snowfield.

A large portion of these potatoes are used to make potato liquor, from which the alcohol is then separated for other production. Of course, some of the potato liquor is also used as a trade commodity.

Just as Yelena was having the infected load the harvest onto the truck bed, a middle-aged infected man suddenly collapsed in pain, convulsing like a shrimp. "His Oripathy has worsened!"

The crystal on his arm was already the size of a fist, and there was obvious redness and swelling around it. More Originium clusters were piercing his body cells.

If nothing unexpected happens, this infected person will die within a few hours and then become a new source of infection. The village chief quickly grabbed Yelena.

If this important person were to get infected here, it would be unreasonable and morally wrong for the infected people to accept it.

Yelena looked at the man convulsing on the ground, her eyes flickered, and after a moment of silence, she said, "Move him to my car, I'll take him to the farm for treatment." The infected people immediately erupted in an uproar, but the village chief quickly stopped them.

At the village chief's behest, several strong men hurriedly tied up the struggling infected man and carried him to the car.

Chapter Twenty-Seven: I was thinking I could give you a bouncy body.

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Soon the vehicle arrived at the farm gate. White Rabbit instructed someone to put the infected person who had fallen ill over at the workers' shed, and then went inside to find Xia Lin. She wasn't foolish enough to bring the infected person in. Whether or not to bring someone in for treatment was her business, but whether or not to provide treatment was Xia Lin's business. Yelena understood the difference very well.

She brought him along because she had also been infected, and she wasn't so heartless as to leave someone to die. Whether Xia Lin was treated or not was not her concern, because the farm's medicines and equipment did not belong to her, but to Xia Lin.

Just like seeing someone collapse on the street, calling an ambulance to take them to the hospital is a basic human morality and conscience.

However, whether or not the passerby pays the medical expenses in advance, and whether or not the hospital treats the patient, is not the passerby's responsibility.

Xia Lin was working on the parts. Although there was a Star Alliance machine tool, it was a "tool machine tool," roughly equivalent to the kind of thing you'd find in a typical garage in modern Europe or America.

The boring bar slowly penetrated into the metal pipe, beginning the process of processing the pipe's interior. Metal fragments were rapidly ejected amidst the noise. Soon, the straight pipe was completely processed.

Xia Lin looked at the part against the light. PNIS used the human body perception system to make a preliminary measurement of it, and it seemed to be a qualified product. If the precision were to be increased further, it would be impossible to identify it by human touch or similar things.

With the mindset that whether you're herding one sheep or ten, it doesn't matter, there were more than a dozen rammed pipes nearby. Unlike the parts of the Originium engine in his hand, those pipes had rifling inside, clearly indicating their purpose.

In addition to these cannon barrels, which are about 100 millimeters in diameter, there are several milled shell casings and complex electronic and mechanical parts scattered on the workbench.

These are projectiles prepared for firing into the sky, containing chemicals for rapid Originium crystallization; they are essentially anti-catastrophic projectiles specifically designed for this planet.

When an abnormal increase in Originium particles is detected, spray them in advance to accelerate the falling of Originium crystals.

It can't stop natural disasters, but it can detonate this thing in advance. However, Xia Lin herself wasn't sure if it would be effective.

But with this thing here, at least we won't just be hiding in the workshop watching some so-called natural disaster destroy our entire farm.

Of course, if any militants were to use those mobile platforms, welded with armor, to cause trouble, these turrets could also fire normal anti-tank shells. Well, they haven't had time to make anti-tank shells yet.

According to Xia Lin's ideas and habits, he originally planned to make an electromagnetic cannon, but he found that the superconducting materials he had on hand were obviously insufficient. He had to remind himself again that this was a desolate planet with nothing to offer, not a Star Alliance colony with everything it needed.

Making this in the colonies is much simpler. You can make the control chips yourself, and if you need any minerals, just send a message to the nearby mining station and you'll get them.

Furthermore, there's no need to start from raw ore. More remote colonies even need to order through the internet and have it airdropped by spaceships. As for the core area...

Turn left 50 meters outside and you'll find a convenience store that has all the standard raw material ingots you need. If you don't have the equipment, turn right and you'll find the community manufacturing workshop. The biggest obstacle is Star Alliance law, not material or technical restrictions.

However, Xia Lin looked at the electronic display screen hanging on the workbench and sighed. There was a shortage of more than a thousand raw materials, some of which could be solved, such as tungsten, aluminum and other minerals, as well as rare earth elements.

Some are definitely unsolvable, like the more than ten heavy island elements, while others are theoretically solvable, such as helium-3, isotopes, etc.—the most recent minerals might require a rocket to the moon.

Raw materials limited Xia Lin's manufacturing capabilities. Although the agricultural technology station's manufacturing capabilities were like a PE teacher's math skills—who in their right mind would expect to use such a thing for industrial purposes?

As for fusing heavy island elements or creating these scarce elements yourself—wake up, your reactor is just a home console, don't overthink it!

Building a production reactor yourself brings you back to square one: you have nothing, not even fuel. That's the limitation of advanced civilizations. Without the systematic support of the entire civilization, it's basically impossible to do anything you want.