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"Dr. Fran, what is STC?"
"Hmm... I personally prefer to call it the 'standard building template.' Of course, some slightly eccentric tech enthusiasts might call it the 'manual guide to all machines.' However, there's really no essential difference between the two terms."
Fran fiddled with the small hard drive in his hand, pondering how to solve the ammunition supply problem.
"It is a technical guide from material sourcing and synthesis to industrial manufacturing. Ideally, with AI guidance, this little thing could enable primitive people to create next-generation weapons."
"If the STC were complete, it would be able to reproduce almost all the technology of an entire civilization. Of course, the one I have is just a fragment."
Upon hearing her description, Sigrid's eyes lit up slightly. She seemed to have developed an interest in it.
"What a brilliant idea... If the Lost Era had similar preservation methods, perhaps White Cup and our Order wouldn't be struggling all the time with how to reverse engineer some relics."
Upon hearing this, Fran's smile deepened.
Oh, actually, the human empire that possessed this technology lost a huge amount of technology during the Age of Conflict that followed the Dark Age of Technology, and is now busy with archaeology all day long...
"If Sigrid is interested, then I'll connect it to the terminal for you to study."
As they spoke, Fran led Sigrid toward the collection room.
There was a complete large-scale computing device there, which was the consultation fee she received during one of her house calls.
The instrument itself is not dangerous; it is kept in the collection room mainly because its main body is too large, as if it were taken from a ship.
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The collection room was as spacious, dark, and deserted as ever.
In the darkness of no light, the passage of time seems to lose its original meaning.
Everything here is sealed in display cases, some extremely dangerous, others simply souvenirs. But their ultimate fate is the same: to be hidden in silence.
There is only one possibility that these collections could see the light of day again... namely, the wishes of the Fog Street owners.
A brain-like object made of metal could be seen crouching in the shadows, slowly approaching the cabinet containing the Space Necromancer Skinner.
Wow, based on past experience, that woman only comes in every four or five months. If I can figure out how to open this glass case during that time, I can use this skeleton to reconstruct my body…
Damn it, I'm definitely going to get her then...
Without a host, the power that this "Dream Creator" could unleash was insufficient to support its actions. Therefore, it could only climb slowly, searching for a suitable angle to smash open the cabinet.
尓∨〈氿］肆炩~〖丝叁露↑∫司搜索∈◇Q羣：Due to his many physical limitations, it took him quite a bit of time just to get to this location.
The dreamers had been waiting for this moment for countless years, so much so that they were now feeling a sense of nervousness.
"Peng!"
He summoned all the strength he had accumulated and, relying on his own mass, slammed into the cabinet.
The storage room was spotless, so the impact only created a considerable commotion without raising any dust. After the initial shock subsided, the dreamer carefully examined the cabinet in front of him and was horrified to discover that its thin surface remained pristine.
Fran had previously complained about something... the Grey Knight's Holy Shield armor, equipped with an autonomous combat program, went out of control and went berserk, breaking its own windows. From this, we can glean an obvious piece of information.
...Even the power armor made of ceramic steel can only leave cracks on the cabinet partition, and cannot completely break it.
Sometimes, ignorance is a good thing.
The dreamer was unaware of the materials used in the exhibition display case and the protective measures Fran had devised, which allowed him to tirelessly dedicate himself to an impossible task.
If he knew that these cabinets actually used phase protocol technology in the mezzanine, he probably wouldn't have been motivated to try it anymore...
Just as the dreamer was reeling from failure, he caught a glimpse of light coming through the crack in the door, and two figures gradually approaching.
"They're making another Prison Break movie, that must be really tough."
Fran picked up the mechanical brain from the ground with a disgruntled expression and tossed it into the empty cabinet. Even so, only the top of that cabinet had an opening... In a way, this Dreamer was the mascot of the collection room.
Wait, no, no way... How come she's here so early? Oh no, if she finds out like this, what will those three women do to me now?
Sigrid watched this scene, a hint of doubt flashing in her molten gold eyes.
I think I put this thing in myself last time, so how did it get out again?
"Um, Dr. Fran, why are you leaving this thing wandering around in the collection room?"
Since Sigrid would be in charge of the collection room for most of the time afterward, Fran gave a rather detailed explanation.
"This little guy contains a virtual personality model. Giving him some freedom of action can deepen the model's learning and evolution. However... since the model's foundation comes from a role similar to a 'minion,' it's not very smart no matter how it's trained."
After all, most of the guys who equip Dreamers are like bloodthirsty fodder, so it's hard to expect them to suddenly awaken some "world-shaking wisdom".
Fran pursed his lips slightly, seemingly quite disappointed.
"Don't worry, Sigrid. The security level of the collection room is higher than you think; it can't interfere with the other items. Just pick it up next time you see it while you're cleaning the room."
"Ok."
Sigrid glanced at the metal brain in the cabinet, then softly agreed.
Then, the two walked to the computing device located deep inside the storage room.
Fran approached the partition of the enormous cabinet, slightly opened his eyes, and only after authorization was granted did the partition open a gap large enough for a person to pass through.
She led Sigrid inside, turned on the entire device, and placed the hard drive into a set of slots.
"The AI of this device is in a dormant state and can currently only be considered a pure object. There is no need to worry about it becoming too human-like."
As he spoke, Fran took a rather small terminal from the side of the instrument and placed it in Sigrid's hand.
“Sigrid, you don’t need to come here every time you conduct research. You can use this terminal to establish contact with the main device. It will also be more convenient when attempting to forge.”
"Yes, I understand. Thank you for your trust, Dr. Fran."
Sigrid nodded and accepted the terminal with a somewhat solemn expression.
"but……"
When she spoke, she bit her lower lip slightly, her hands hanging uneasily at her sides, as if she were a little embarrassed.
"Um, what is AI? And what about terminals... what are the specific meanings of these instruments?"
Upon hearing this, Fran narrowed his eyes slightly, realizing that he seemed to have overlooked the issue of the era in which Sigrid lived.
Oh, while this child has a deep and thorough understanding of casting machinery, he still needs to brush up on his common sense when it comes to such futuristic electronic products...
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Okay! Perfect Attendance Plan (1/3), time for some grand pronouncements!
Chapter 58: The Nameless One
After Fran's lecture on common sense, Sigrid finally gained a deep enough understanding of modern science and was able to operate the terminal in her hands with relative proficiency.
This portable device can connect to the mainframe AI to provide real-time guidance for the STC project. Furthermore, the content it teaches is incredibly detailed, almost like a default, user-friendly interface…
AI possesses personalized judgment models that can analyze and allocate resources based on the owner's control.
If the provided materials are not strong enough, she will provide equivalent alternatives and a plan for refining the original materials.
Inside the foundry, the bellows roared, and the light in the furnace was almost incandescent.
Sigrid slammed her hammer down hard, and a clanging metallic hum rang out.
"when!"
As a heavy tremor came, the metal block on the anvil broke off into many fragments, which then scattered into sparks.
In fact, the foundry that Fran provided for Sigrid was equipped with a power hammer for forging... but she still preferred to melt and forge materials herself, which allowed her to experience the gold melting ritual in greater detail.
在成为炼1金生命0后，匠师小姐0的力道和精7准度都6已超越人9类所能企及1的极限。实4际上和一台3人型动力锤6的差别也不大……
"According to this woman, referred to as AI, most of the materials I obtained through alchemy can be used in this weapon. However, some special processing is still needed to transform its properties..."
Sigrid's face was reflected in the blazing firelight of the furnace, the flames swirling around her face, as if they too were captivated by those dazzling golden eyes.
For most humans, the intense heat emanating from this casting room would be fatal. It was never intended for ordinary people; it was designed as a room exclusively for maids.
"The crossbow itself isn't difficult to make; it differs from the Hunter's standard crossbow only in some details, the basic concept is the same. However, the bolt weapon is very complex and will require some time for debugging..."
Looking at the still-hot semi-finished product in her hand, she murmured softly.
Having previously reshaped the power sword "Nirvana," her philosophy on forging and casting has been influenced to some extent by Fran's perfectionism.
It doesn't have to be flawless, but it must at least have a unique "design soul".
In the instant the hammer falls, Sigrid feels as if she were a god of creation, forging new life amidst molten gold and smoke.
This is also why she loves creating castings.
As the metal in the furnace gradually cooled, a mature female voice rang out from the terminal. She was the artificial intelligence residing in that computing device.
"Material used is 'unknown', identified as ceramic-like material. Chamber material compatibility is 93%".
"Listing part shaping techniques for you—"
"Possible solutions and detailed structural drawings have been presented."
"Phew. Thank you for your guidance, Ms. AI."
Sigrid exhaled a hot breath, then began to examine the blueprints and the specific principles behind the next step.
Although Fran said that the artificial intelligence stored in that large computing device was in a deep sleep and would not exhibit overly human-like behavior.
But to some extent, this also shows that she did indeed have self-awareness.
Therefore, Sigrid would still thank her for her lessons.
This is a habit of craftsmen and a sign of respect for the knowledge of casting.
As the craftsman gradually deepened his understanding of the casting by following the blueprints, the cold winter night gradually came to an end.
As dawn approached, she finally stopped hammering, and the bellows stopped blowing.
Tonight she gained an almost massive amount of knowledge about casting, and now she needs some time to cool down her excited, almost frenzied thoughts.
Just as Sigrid was about to take a short break and transcribe her thoughts into a book... she heard the terminal speak without her asking a question.
"Please tell me your name, esteemed creator."
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At dawn, pale sunlight pierced through the clouds and windowpane, bringing a faint warmth to Fran's face.
She threw back the comforter, sat up in bed, and then rubbed her eyes wearily.
"Hmm... I felt unusually cold last night, and my chest felt a bit tight. What's wrong?"
As he spoke, Fran saw the slender deer hooves pressing down on his blankets, and a deer-bodied girl lying in the corner of his bed.
Even while asleep, Luara retains some mobility and follows some strange instinctive actions. For example, she seeks out the safest and most comfortable spot in her surroundings to sleep... In terms of its manifestation, it resembles "sleepwalking."
Without a doubt, she was the culprit who stole most of Fran's blanket...
Fran pursed his lips slightly, pinched Luluya's cheek with a hint of annoyance, and then stroked her smooth and shiny fur on the side with a slight itch.
It felt soft and warm to the touch, which suggests that working at the Fog Street Clinic has indeed ensured the nutrition and development of this mythical creature.
However, she still did not wake up, or rather, she did not "fall asleep" in the dream dimension.
"Are you really that insecure?"
Fran lowered his gaze slightly, a hint of sigh in his eyes.
Luya's behavior, seemingly just a search for a new, warm home, can actually be seen as a subconscious projection. It reflects her lingering insecurity and her need to seek security from the outside world.
But what exactly is she afraid of?
Is it the erosion of the Ant Scale Gate, or something else?
Fran didn't try to wake her. Instead, he put on his velvet slippers, got out of bed, and prepared to begin his daily grooming routine.
Ever since discovering Sigrid's passion for styling her hair, she has almost never braided her own hair again...
"It's already April, time flies. According to my previous business trip plan, I should go to Golmouth."
Just as she was talking to herself, a light knock sounded on the door.
"Boom."
"Dr. Fran, are you awake?"
Sigrid's voice came from outside the door. Even though the door wasn't locked because Luya had pulled her in earlier, she still strictly adhered to proper etiquette, habitually waiting for a response before entering the bedroom.
"Please come in."