Raising all of humanity: Starting with a backyard pool world

Chapter 111 [Double-Layer Isolation Casting Method]

collapse--!

The shell of the semi-finished container didn't even survive the cooling stage before it fell apart under the carving knife.

The shattered black crystals tore through the air and embedded themselves in the thick basalt wall, leaving deep craters.

"No! They simply cannot coexist!" The dwarven runemaster Ballin slammed his carving knife to the ground, his beard covered in stone chips.

"We're trying to inscribe both 'solidity' and 'fluidity' within a confined space. It's a paradox! Once the rune circuits are connected, they'll fight each other! The materials will disintegrate within three seconds!"

Wang Xuan stood beside the control panel, his brow furrowed: "We must resolve the paradox as well."

He pulled up a complex structural diagram and discussed it with the master. "The Seed of Chaos is a constantly changing collection of rules that can be extended in any direction at will, so imprisoning it is indeed not easy."

"That doesn't mean physics has to commit suicide!" Barring roared back. "You want me to build an iron sphere that's not only round, but also square! That's impossible!"

Inside the workshop, a dozen or so dwarf masters stared at the pile of scrap, panting heavily.

Aijia calculated in the corner, "There are 45 minutes left. After that, Li Yao will be torn to pieces. We either need to throw her out now, or we need to find a solution."

Commander Brenner gritted his teeth, the handle of his warhammer creaking under his grip.

"Perhaps..." Mason squatted amidst a pile of discarded blueprints, fiddling with two repelling magnets in his hands, "Since they're fighting, why not prevent them from ever meeting again?"

"Don't talk nonsense, it's all in the same container!" one craftsman retorted.

……

Thousands of kilometers away, in a river valley tribe.

White sparks drifted in the air as Anya knelt on the muddy floor of the workshop.

In front of her were dozens of ceramic bowls, filled with "white fire" slag powder mixed in different proportions, morning dew, and the special silver leaf grass juice found in the ruins.

"fail."

"fail."

"This one is invalid too." Zhang Wei held the record board and crossed out a series of data.

"The combustion efficiency is not high enough." Zhang Wei looked at the latest experimental results.

"After mixing in the adhesive, although the adhesion is stronger, the concept of 'purification' of the White Flame is diluted. Against those second-generation evolved heavy armor units, this level of damage is only enough to tickle them."

The shouts of battle outside grew closer and closer.

That was a flesh and blood defense line built at the cost of the lives of the players of the [Peak] guild.

Every second, players are being sent back to respawn point.

"The conventional method won't work." Anya stopped stirring.

She raised her head and looked north, in the direction Lia had left.

Lia went to find the source, and as the Keeper of the Fire, her duty was to use it.

"Moreover, its essence is not combustion." Anya grabbed a handful of white powder and sprinkled it directly onto the slightly contaminated piece of rotting flesh in front of her, which was being used for testing.

Powder falls.

She only constructs one concept in her mind.

—Rejection.

The spiritual power that had been passed down from the tribe's prophet and that she had come to understand through countless days and nights flowed from her fingertips along the path she cast.

A simple and stable triangular geometric closed loop.

hum.

Thin wisps of white smoke rose from the rotting flesh.

The red blood vessels receded in fear, eventually turning into a pool of black water surrounded by white powder.

Zhang Wei noticed something important: "Huh? That thing isn't burning anything."

Anya opened her eyes, and the perfect triangular path of light was reflected in her pupils.

She stood up. "Don't treat it as a weapon. Treat it as a 'wall'."

"A wall?" Zhang Wei began to think. "You mean... a force generator?"

Anya couldn't understand it, but she knew the general meaning.

"Sprinkle the powder on the front line of the position, and guide it with runes; as long as this ring is not broken, the filth cannot cross the boundary."

"That ring that Monkey King gave to Tang Sanzang!!" Zhang Wei slapped his thigh. "I've got an idea! I've got an idea!"

He rushed to the production line by the door, yelling, "Everyone stop! Stop making spears! Start making dust bags! Bring me the shovels too! We're going to the front lines to dig holes!"

The first original magic of human civilization—[White Fire Purification Realm].

……

Blackrock Fortress.

There are only thirty minutes left.

The argument stopped, followed by a suffocating silence.

Wang Xuan leaned against the wall, looking at the ceiling.

Aijia is still calculating, but she is also nearing her limit.

The dwarves were making a last-ditch effort, trying to use a stronger alloy to resist the rune conflict.

Xu sat in front of the screen and tapped a few keys on the keyboard.

"That's so stupid," he commented. "The ideas are practically on the tip of your tongue, and you still manage to get stuck."

We need a push.

An unnatural gust of air suddenly rushed down from the vent.

call--

The airflow swirled up the thick, ancient parchment book filled with ancient records on the forging table.

The pages rustled as they turned in the wind.

The book fell with a "thud" to the ground at Mason's feet, who was squatting on the ground deep in thought.

The book is opened, and it stops at page 42.

A cross-sectional diagram of a "double-layered insulated pipeline for an underground lava river" appeared before him.

It was designed by ancient dwarves to transport fire from the earth in extremely cold regions.

Two layers of pipe wall.

In the middle is a sealed space where the air has been removed.

They do not come into contact with each other, do not interfere with each other, and are cold on the outside but warm on the inside.

Mason picked up the book casually, his eyes sweeping over the drawing he had seen countless times, before closing it.

and many more.

My gaze was fixed on the black area marked "absolute airspace" between the two layers of pipe walls.

Since a sealed space where the air has been removed can block heat transfer.

So, what can block the transmission of rules?

What if we don't let "order" suppress "chaos," but instead build a cage for each of them, and then put the two cages together, leaving a regular, airless, sealed space in the middle?

It's not about confrontation.

It's isolation.

Mason stood up, completely unaware that his knee had knocked over the ink bottle.

"No alloy needed!" he exclaimed, holding up the book. "Use space!"

"We don't need to carve two runes on the same surface!" He rushed to the drawing board, grabbed a pen, and drew an even larger circle on the outside of the discarded spherical design.

"The inner container is inscribed with the word 'Chaos,' and its material is made of obsidian fragments, which match the core's properties."

"The outer container is inscribed with 'Order,' and is made of adamantite and mithril, in harmony with the power of the dwarves."

"No support structure is needed between the two containers." Mason drew a wavy line between the two circles. "Using Miss Aija's calculated [Repulsive Force] runes! The inner liner will forever float in the center of the outer shell!"

"Like..." he stammered.

"Thermos flask, insulated cup," Wang Xuan interjected. "You mean the structure of a thermos flask."

"A magnetically levitated dual-tank structure," Ai Jia corrected. "Since they don't touch, there's no logical conflict! Chaos rages in the inner layer, while order is reinforced in the outer layer! The repulsive field in the middle actually uses their mutual repulsion to maintain stability!"

Master Balling paused for three seconds, then snatched the pen from Mason's hand and began to do some calculations on the sketch.

The logic... makes sense now.

You could even say it's perfect.

"Genius..." The dwarf master stared at the crookedly drawn double circles, his beard trembling. "Who came up with this? It's a variant of that lost double-layer isolation casting method!"

"It's you." Aijia pointed to the book still on the ground. "The book falling down reminded him."

Mason scratched his head. "Maybe it was just luck."

"Forget about luck!" Brenner roared. "Get moving! Everyone, follow the new plan! Separate the forging of the inner liner and the outer shell! Just do your own part well!"

"Twenty-five minutes left! Whether we can save them depends on this!"

The fire roared and soared into the sky.

Blackrock Fortress, this massive war machine, is operating at full capacity.

……

Respawn point.

White light condenses.

Lightning Blade opened his eyes again; this was his sixth death today.

The weakness from being resurrected made him want to vomit, but he opened his private messaging interface.

A red avatar that keeps flashing.

That was a stealth member of the Torch Expedition, named "Ghost Shadow".

Two hours after the expedition set off, all the members' avatars turned gray.

Apart from this message that was sent out at that very moment.

"Ghost: [Audio attachment]...We found them. Everyone...is dead...but it wasn't a loss."

"Ghostly Appearance: [Coordinates: 332, 451] (Entrance to the Underground Cave)"

"Ghostly Shadow: It's alive... a heart... beating... with each beat... the monster gets stronger... hurry... you must..."

The audio abruptly ends here, ending with a chewing sound.

Lightning Blade closed the interface, suppressing the churning in his stomach.

He walked out of the respawn point, looking at the wounded who were still being carried in, at the farming players who were scattering bags of white powder in front of the position, and at the brothers who were trading their lives for time.

The source has been found.

But the current alliance no longer has the strength to organize another expedition.

The annihilation of those twenty elite indigenous men means that the current ceiling of player combat power has been broken.

At a crucial moment, a new pinned message popped up on the forum.

That was sent by Wang Xuan.

Wang Xuan: We need the best energy-conducting materials, the more the better. We need to build a container that can only be used once.

Wang Xuan: Wait for us for ten minutes. Ten minutes later, the four of them returned.

Lightning Blade looked at the words, gained confidence, raised the broken sword in his hand, and showed it to the chaotic crowd.

"Stop lying there! Get up!"

"The big shots are coming soon!"

"Clear that road for me!"