Ming Dynasty and New Rome and Infinite Magic Machine

Chapter 1715 Divine Power
"【Project Ragnarok】sounds like the name of a bomb, right? Well, that's right, I want it to look like a bomb, to scare them, and then secretly I'll do something much safer."

“I see.” Phaethon covered his forehead.

She had initially thought Shangluo was trying to trick the Romans into agreeing to his plan. But now it seemed Shangluo had no intention of deceiving them at all, but rather intended to directly intimidate them. He would portray his research into controlled nuclear fusion as research into a nuclear fusion bomb.

That's a really clever way to put it.

In reality, it's hard to say which is more dangerous: researching controlled nuclear fusion or researching nuclear fusion bombs.

Because nuclear fusion bombs don't involve full-scale nuclear tests inside a laboratory; once developed, they are always tested externally. In a laboratory setting, similar to the environment used in the Ling Sha experiment in Zhen Dan, a leak is more likely to occur.

However, controlled nuclear fusion is different. Controlled nuclear fusion requires initiating a large-scale fusion reaction inside a laboratory, necessitating the construction of a massive facility.

Won't this explode?

Shangluo didn't know either, but it was confirmed that the laboratory could reach temperatures comparable to the sun. Whether such temperatures would exceed the limits of the experimental facilities and cause any horrific damage remained to be seen.

“Wait a minute,” Fahrenheit suddenly asked, “which is more dangerous, a bomb or a power plant?”

"You've noticed a problem, haven't you? Actually, it's hard to say. If it's about making bombs, it's practically impossible to pile up too many explosives inside a laboratory. But for controlled nuclear fusion power generation, the scale of the experiment really increases—the former is theoretically impossible to explode, while the latter is possible to explode. But as far as I know, the conditions for nuclear fusion are extremely demanding, so the temperature needs to be increased a little bit."

"What do you mean by 'a little bit of temperature'?"

"The temperature of the atomic nucleus is over 1 million degrees and the temperature of the electron is over 1.5 million degrees."

"??????" Phaethon asked in surprise, "This is called 'a little bit'?"

"Don't worry, the temperature of the atomic nucleus is not a temperature in the conventional sense."

"But it does consume a huge amount of energy, right?"

"That's true. And if you're asking whether it will explode, I'll tell you that this reaction is theoretically self-limiting—meaning that once the function stops, the reaction will automatically decay until it stops completely."

“Shangluo, haven’t you forgotten something?” Fahrenheit reminded him, “This isn’t your technologically advanced hometown. The experiments here are a group of living dead learning mysterious rituals through magical rites under the guidance of a demon god. Are you sure these experiments are the same thing as your family’s ‘self-limiting reaction’?”

"Hmm," Shangluo thought for a moment, "that's hard to say, after all, I don't understand magic."

"So, it seems like you're intimidating them, calling the generator a bomb. But actually, you're fooling them. It's far more than just a bomb. You're placing a massive experimental device with unknown effects and a temperature of 1.5 million degrees in the last home of the Romans, and you've invited two demons to guide it—right?"

The effects are hard to say. But if it really explodes, then as Shangluo said, a true "Ragnarok" will be born, and the last remnants of Rome will be wiped off the face of the earth.

"Perhaps, that's how it is." Shangluo nodded. "That's how it is."

"Victoria, you're really willing to agree to this?"

“Yes, I agreed.” Victoria put down her cup. “I already said I’d leave everything to him.” “This could lead to the downfall of Rome.”

“Hmm, perhaps.” Victoria nodded. “But what does that have to do with me? The fall of Rome was already predetermined.”

"You have no heart."

“Perhaps,” Victoria said, twirling her cup. “I’ve always only cared about things that interest me. I used to enjoy meetings because I liked having people follow my orders. But sometimes I feel like my emotions are a bit erratic. At first, I thought it was an illness, but now I understand it’s because I have no heart. I have no stance of my own. This divine heart gives me immense power, but it also makes my stance in this world disappear—my stance is Shangluo’s stance. That’s for sure.”

"After all, everything in this world will vanish, only he will remain. It would be meaningless for me to establish a relationship with anyone other than him."

“Victoria, I’ve remembered someone,” Fahrenheit said in a deep voice. “There used to be a kid near Shangluo, do you remember him? The one who always hid in front of you.”

"Which one? I don't remember."

“His name is Wen Yuan, and he has never been in your sight. Now it seems that it’s not just because he has a low profile, but because you feel that he is completely unimportant to you, so you forget him.”

“Yes.” Victoria nodded. “Sometimes I feel that doing this is not quite right. But I don’t know what’s wrong with it.”

The flame of God burned in her heart. Victoria never cared about anything beyond eternity—she cared deeply for her father, for Shangluo, and for her friends. But Victoria didn't associate with mortals; she had never been interested in mortal matters.

Because although her heart burns like the sun, she is a cold sun. Her perception of things has its own comfort zone. In her memory, there is always a grand palace; she is indifferent to everything outside that palace.

The fall of Rome held complex meanings for her. She certainly cared deeply about the possibility of this civilization's demise, but she didn't truly care about the lives of individual individuals. Because, to her, these things meant nothing.
"So... Hey? Hey! What are you doing!" Victoria was pulled up by Shang Luo in a panic.

"What are you doing! Where are you trying to take me?!"

Shangluo didn't say anything, but simply dragged her outside.

Beyond the palace lies the Nile River. The Valley of the Kings faces the palace, offering a glimpse into the past.

Do you care about all of this?

“Do you care?” Victoria looked at him.

"I care a lot."

"Then I care about it a lot too."

Ms. Agatha followed closely behind and overheard the conversation.

"Shangluo. My education has failed. As you can see, she is not a qualified ruler. She needs your help."

(End of this chapter)