"Gelfred, are you in there?"

"Open the door for me if you hear me!"

"If you're not here, I'll come back in five minutes."

"Start timing: one minute, two minutes, three minutes, four minutes, five minutes..."

"It's time! Open the door for me!"

I stood at the door and knocked on the door, but there was no response inside, so the harassment began.

Sure enough, a weak voice came from the room, still expressing dissatisfaction firmly: "What kind of counting method are you talking about! How can you count every minute!"

After saying that, the door lock clicked open.

I pushed the door open unceremoniously and said something nonsense along the way: "As long as a man knows how to count to one and then shoot, he can survive! You are still too naive, Gelfred!"

"Who is Gulfred? Don't change other people's names casually!" His voice was still a little weak. When I walked in, Gray was wearing pajamas and looking at me with a dull look in his eyes.

An otaku who goes to class during the day and stays up late playing games at night.

Gray, what's wrong with you? Are you going to college? Am I in the men's dormitory?

Gray didn't speak, but struggled to find the water glass on the bedside, took a big gulp of cold water to wake up, and then opened the window of the room.

A cool breeze carrying water vapor gently fluttered the curtains and blew on his pale golden hair, making him gradually wake up. Outside the window was a scene covered with indifferent mist, with green trees surrounding the building that had long disturbed the residents.

The blacksmith house brings an unknown tranquility. Coming to Ore Town is really the most correct choice I have ever made.

"Boss Marcus, did my grandfather ask you to come?" Gray still had an indifferent expression, looking like a cold middle school student.

But compared to the other two, today I, the "Jet Black Flame Envoy", am no longer inferior to you!

"I just came to see if my assistant was doing a good job." I stretched out my bandaged right hand and waved it in front of him, indicating that it had nothing to do with Sebala.

Gray looked at me suspiciously, but finally agreed with my statement, took out a thick stack of draft paper from under the bed, and handed it to me.

"Actually, I have been studying equipment these past two days. During the day, I worked for my grandfather and learned blacksmithing knowledge. Only then could I have time at night to write down my ideas."

He spread his hands helplessly: "In order to hide it from grandpa, I had to close the door and study secretly. In the end, day and night became a bit reversed. This is also a helpless move."

I opened the draft paper casually and saw that it was filled with many sketches, all about the perspective drawings of forged items. For example, a sickle has different directions, such as thick blade, long blade, thin sickle, pointed sickle, armor-piercing, etc.

It was redesigned and explored theoretically in terms of force, durability, and destructive power to find the optimal design solution in actual combat.

In the corner of the drawing, a bunch of commonly used parameters are also recorded. They should be valuable data obtained by testing different materials during the day while blacksmithing. Anyway, in the eyes of an outsider like me, it is just a bunch of garbled codes and completely unclear.

.

But it’s only been a few days since we last discussed ideas! Not only does this reflect his hard work day and night, but does it also prove that this young man is a genius?

I don't want to draw conclusions too arbitrarily. In the end, it still depends on whether his research results can meet my expectations. Otherwise, persuading him to learn to make machinery from Sebala is the right path with hope.

Gray took out the most frequently scribbled pieces from this pile of materials and gave them to me with a serious expression: "I found that I imagined the weapon equipment module too simply. For example, forging the sickle gauntlet, you have to consider how to

For storage and folding, the folding parts must be small and strong enough, and must also be fully functional.”

"If you consider practicality one-sidedly, it will affect portability. On the other hand, excessive pursuit of portability will lead to extremely low practicality." Gray sighed, "In the end, I came to the conclusion that such a armor, regardless of its structure,

Still, there is no way to meet the standards in terms of materials, so we can only put it on paper."

I nodded silently, and Gray came to the conclusion that although there was no achievement, it proved that he had undergone sufficient practice. This is much better than haphazardly designing and then creating some useless works for self-admiration.

What? You mean handmade?

None of his works are full of humor and gimmicks!

I was just about to open my mouth to persuade, but Gray threw these invalid design drawings aside, took out two other design drawings, lifted them up overlapping, and looked through them layer by layer with the light outside.

He said excitedly: "But when I wanted to give up, I remembered the story of Batman. You said that in fact, the Batman suit is not an all-powerful transforming armor, but has many multi-functional modules integrated together.

For example, a bat helmet with radio communication, night vision, sound amplification and other devices, a strong armor that resists electric shock, blunt objects, cutting, and corrosion, a universal belt with a rope gun, a bat logo, a smoke bomb, a tracker, etc.

"

Why does Gray's description seem to find rationality in comic characters and discover universal truths in science fiction novels, making it feel absurd yet reasonable?

Wake up, young man, that’s a paper man, you can’t be your wife!

"This includes a principle, which is to consider the equipment structure rather than overall planning from the direction of use."

He picked up the drawing with bright eyes and said emphatically: "For example, the armor can be loaded with a gliding cloak because the structures of the two are similar! And no matter how convenient it is, it is absolutely impossible to load a radio device on the cloak and replace the cloak.

Transformed into a radar!”

You...what you said makes sense!

"So I compared the most basic structures of the drawings, and after sorting them by similarity, I finally found the most correct idea! So I abandoned the previous plan of universal armor and started to build the weapon module Mark I..."

"Shut up! This name is too cliche! It makes my skin itch!" I immediately refuted his naming. This name was too cliché, and it collided with the dishonest Dr. Dot.

"What's that name?"

"Let's call it the First Dimension. In philosophy and mathematics, it represents an infinitely long line. The first breakthrough that occurred after I took our idea as the starting point. It also means that this is what you designed.

Among the products, the initially planned product will be further named according to different parts, such as palms, arms and shoulders." I decided to correct his naming concept and give him some original incentives.

"Well... that's a great name. He deserves to be the boss of Marcus!" Gray was silent for a moment to express his approval, and then continued to introduce, "I started to try to create the first dimension arm guard, combining the sickle blade and the stabbing sword on it.

, the three functions of knife and saw, finally made the first breakthrough!"

After saying that, Gray took out a jet black arm guard from under the bed and handed it to me. On the surface, it is light and portable, but in reality it is heavy. The workmanship and materials are excellent.
Chapter completed!