Ming Dynasty and New Rome and Infinite Magic Machine

Chapter 1739 Calculations
"I'm such a good person." After arranging a place for Shang Luo in the Heavenly Prison, he felt more and more like a good person.

“Tsk.” Phaethon shook his head after understanding the entire arrangement. “The thought that I’ve been in there makes me feel like I’ve been in prison.”

Phaethon's current knowledge wasn't something she had from the beginning. She spent several months in prison, receiving intensive tutoring, before she was able to pass the exams.

On the other hand, if there were such a wonderful thing as a way to speed up the flow of time, many people would probably try to learn from it.

If it weren't for the fact that the natural environment inside is so different from the outside world, it would be a good choice to accelerate natural science experiments.

"That was actually a good thing, but we used it to build prison cells."

"But speaking of which, things have been developing down there for quite some time now, haven't they?" Phaethon asked.

"In terms of time, several hundred years have indeed passed." Although they basically started from scratch, several hundred years is indeed enough time for them to develop a relatively prosperous civilization.

"Should we take precautions? After all, a day is a year. In three to five years, their civilization will have a history of over a thousand years, right?"

[I've actually been testing this. Technically speaking, as their energy level increases, the processing speed will naturally decrease.]

The birth of the lower realm was an accident, but it now serves as a central processing hub. The 365-fold acceleration allows the Heavenly Nobleman to process data at 365 times the speed, making it the processing center of the Spirit Network—this is the most important thing.

Because the Spirit Network was originally controlled by the Dao Ancestor, it's like using a password-protected electronic device under parental supervision. Even if those parents are very open-minded, the thought that everything will leave a trace will always make one feel uneasy.

The spiritual network in Shangluo is different. It obtained the authority from the Dao Ancestor, opened a separate interface, and retained the core functions from the Dao Ancestor, but separated out the social functions that had the highest computational load and the most frequent use.

The center of this spiritual network is in the "lower realm." There stands a tower that reaches the heavens, which is not only the pillar of the world but also the place where the Heavenly Nobles work.

As for the outer part, that's a derivative of the Tower of Babel.

Shangluo didn't care much about the existence of those things. After all, being born as intelligent life was their own good fortune. Until they affected the Tower of Babel's operations, Shangluo had no intention of interfering with their existence.

You're a really nice person.

"Watering an anthill is something only children do, and besides, those aren't ants, they're friendly creatures. Perhaps they'll become very useful in the future."

[What do you mean?]

"Recruiting soldiers. It's quite normal for cultivators from the lower realms to come to the Heavenly Court as soldiers, isn't it?"

Earth, the higher realm, wouldn't necessarily feed on the geniuses of the lower realm. However, hiring them to work is quite reasonable.

They have already adapted to speeds 365 times faster, so using them to perform tasks should be efficient and convenient.

Since we're dealing with these prisoners of war, this is a good opportunity to visit them.

That said, the Tower of Babel's construction speed hasn't noticeably slowed down over all this time. I wonder if they're just developing too slowly, or if they've done something else entirely.

"Well, I'll go take a look then. I need to personally handle the matter of prisoners of war and the use of the prison."

The affairs in Rome are proceeding quite smoothly.

The experiment was still underway before the official merging of the three golden staffs began. According to the previous plan, Shangluo decided to keep the studio "on" to keep the [Spear of Dionysus] prop being forged in the experiment active. Once things were ready at Chernobyl, they could come here directly for the conversion. "By the way, Apollonia, help me arrange the schedule. How much longer will the Chernobyl matter take?"

[That's a large facility after all, and it will take some time to move it. The initial estimate is around 7 days.]

"Okay. Then I'll go and prepare the more urgent matters in the meantime."

After all, as mentioned before, the POW camp wasn't just a place to punish these prisoners of war; it was also a medical facility. If they kept howling like that, they might die, so he had to deal with them as soon as possible.

Going to the lower realm would be quite easy for him; he could simply carry his belongings there.

He unpacked his bundle and walked into his storage room as if he were walking into a wardrobe.

There's a barbecue grill right in front of you.

"Who put this here? It's blocking the way!"

"Didn't you put this here yourself? No one else can come in."

Apollonia's form appeared beside her.

"Then lend a hand, help me move this."

"Look at my height, do you think I can lift it?"

"Sigh." Fahrenheit, who followed closely behind, pulled the barbecue grill aside with one hand. "You guys go ahead, I'll stay up with Victoria. Otherwise, she won't be able to find me when she comes back."

Victoria has gone to deal with matters related to Chernobyl.

"I have a feeling that Victoria's recent actions might be a little scary?"

【Um? What's the meaning? 】

"Logically speaking, an emperor like her should delegate tasks to others. But these past two days, she's been making phone calls herself, going directly to the front lines to arrange very specific things."

[Is this some kind of telecom fraud scheme?]

"This is even more outrageous than fraud. At least fraud has some logic; what head of state always gives orders that bypass his superiors like this?"

Let her do as much work as she wants. After all, she's been very confident these past few days.

Victoria discovered her true strength, and she became much more positive. Shang Luo's help allowed her to enter a self-consistent and relaxed state, free from internal conflict—being an emperor is an extremely mentally taxing job, but being a puppet emperor allows others to expend that mental energy.

Even Dong Zhuo, when he was prime minister, had to handle the direction of the court, especially matters of state. He may not have been very learned, but someone like Dong Zhuo, if he wasn't diligent, would likely not have been able to gather a group of men to act arrogantly and domineeringly in the court.

Victoria didn't mind spending the night in Shangluo's "dragon bed" at all. She had been staying there for a while, as it was incredibly pleasant. This stress-free yet truly powerful state allowed her to treat occasional work as a pastime, and retreat behind the scenes when she didn't want to work. It was simply the ideal situation.

(End of this chapter)