Star Forge Titan

Alvin thought about it and decided that since he was going to modify someone else's car after all, he might as well briefly explain his ideas.

"If the current magic engine is not constantly controlled by professional transcendents, won't it explode due to the chaos of magic power?"

This is very basic knowledge in magical engineering, and even Kayang, who only knows about this subject through public information, understands this.

Seeing everyone nodding, Alvin continued:

"That's my idea. Since losing control will cause an explosion, why not..."

He paused and clapped his hands vigorously, making a crisp sound.

"Just stop controlling it."

Chapter 67: More Explosions

Are you scared already? I haven't even mentioned...

Well, I'll just secretly install that thing in the car as a hidden trick.

Seeing everyone's surprised expressions, Alvin shrugged relaxedly.

In fact, in his opinion, it is the way the magic engine currently operates that is more magical, or rather unscientific.

Well, this world is already quite magical. Putting aside the magical steam engine that uses magic to generate spells to heat the boiler, aside from the rather magical heating method, the way this thing operates is surprisingly scientific.

However, the operation of the magic engine, which can directly consume magic power to generate mechanical power, seems very magical.

The operation of this engine is similar to that of early fuel-electric transmission engines. Various materials containing magic power are first used as fuel, and magic power of corresponding energy levels is generated through a burning furnace. The magic power is then directly converted into mechanical energy through other components to drive the external wheel to work.

In terms of utilization alone, the energy efficiency of the magic engine is actually very good.

As a player, Alvin naturally didn't delve into the underlying principles. Perhaps if he cut open the engine, there would be something like "input magic power to turn" written inside with a marker, but the reality of Palladia must also contain a complete set of rules and principles.

Therefore, it is not easy for Alvin to fully understand the rules and regulations in a short period of time and then come up with a new design structure that surpasses the current era.

Thinking of this, Ivan couldn't help but feel a little regretful. After all, he hadn't received a systematic and comprehensive education in magical engineering, and his advantage over others was only an understanding of the future development direction of the discipline.

If he could have two or three months to concentrate on studying, and also be provided with a complete laboratory environment for various practical attempts, then he could try to tinker with some small inventions or new gadgets.

At least when it comes to studying and thinking, Alvin still has a little confidence in himself.

But the conditions don’t allow it now. He doesn’t have the time or the conditions to study slowly.

Directly applying future versions of the magic engine is also unrealistic. Manufacturing a next-generation magic engine requires a high-precision manufacturing workshop and a variety of expensive instruments and tools. Furthermore, the next-generation magic engine places high demands on component materials, requiring the parameters of existing materials to be at least one generation higher.

To sum up, Alvin did not stick to using magic engineering technology to solve this problem.

He planned to change the perspective and combine modern technology to create a new power engine centered around the fact that magic power would explode when it got out of control.

Strictly speaking, the method he was about to use would actually lead to a decrease in fuel utilization, but in return it would increase the engine's instantaneous output power to a level that was difficult for the current magic engine to achieve.

Moreover, as long as the material is strong enough, the total output power can be further increased by connecting multiple structures in parallel.

Even if the wasted part is subtracted, the engine power can be increased exponentially.

Yes, Alvin planned to build an internal combustion engine.

To be precise, it is a reciprocating piston internal combustion engine.

The most basic design principle of this internal combustion engine is not complicated. It is to generate thrust by igniting the mixture of fuel and air in the cylinder, pushing the piston upward, and then converting this force from simple up and down movement into directional rotation through mechanical structures such as connecting rods and crankshafts.

By continuing this process, fuel can be consumed to generate rotational mechanical force.

Ivan's idea was to replace the process of igniting the oil-gas mixture to generate explosive thrust with a magic explosion. The other structures could basically be copied, and even some unnecessary parts could be omitted.

"Simply put, an explosion will generate a very strong propulsion force. If this force can be restrained and guided through solid materials so that it is transmitted in the correct direction, then a mechanical structure can be used to complete the process of converting the magic explosion into tire rotation." Ivan knocked on the blackboard, patted the chalk dust off his hands, and said in a loud voice:

This blackboard was usually used by Mother Theresa to teach the children at Marilyn's Orphanage simple arithmetic and letters, but was now being used by Alvin as a whiteboard for drawing sketches.

He had already drawn a simplified design, but he had not expected that this engine that generated power through explosions would seem like a crazy concept to the Linde people, who regarded magic engines as common sense.

"This is crazy, how can a magic explosion..." Old Patton stopped talking. Although common sense told him that this was too abnormal, the schematic diagram in front of him showed an undeniable rationality.

"Maybe, we can try it?" Diana supported her chin, staring at the simple diagram on the blackboard with burning eyes, looking like a child looking forward to a New Year's present.

“…” Old Patton opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

"Aha, this must be very interesting." Ka Yang smiled and rubbed his hands continuously, looking like he was enjoying the fun.

Although he was still a layman in magical engineering, his intelligence as a wizard allowed him to understand the general principles of this simple diagram, and he even had a strong sense of seeing the door to a new world.

For a wizard, new knowledge, completely new knowledge, is even more irresistible than some banned potions.

What the hell is going on in that guy's head! If he couldn't beat this guy, Khayang would have wanted to turn him upside down by the feet and shake out all the knowledge hidden in his head.

"Damn it, that was a magic explosion! I won't easily agree to you crashing this thing into my precious car!" After a moment of silence, the old driver jumped up from the patched old sofa.

"Barton~" Mother Teresa's voice came from outside the door.

"take care."

"Oh, my angel, I know." Old Patton immediately sat back in his original position, holding his chest.

He is indeed no longer young, and even running a few steps will take him half a day to catch his breath.

So, the old man finally sighed, and then said to the young people in a relatively gentle tone:

"At least make something real first. I may be an old man, but I still have some good eyesight."

"Of course." Alvin nodded.

Although old Patton's words were a bit old-fashioned, they showed the steadiness and spirit unique to the elderly.

Diana is sixteen years old this year, and Ivan will also be sixteen after the New Year. Even though Khayang looks a little old because he doesn't care about his appearance, he is actually only in his early twenties.

In this group whose average age is no more than 20 years old, it is indeed necessary to have a mature and steady person to keep watch.

However... he didn't seem to mention that this engine's power could be further increased through chain explosions. Uh, I hope old Patton won't get too excited after learning this; that wouldn't be good for his health.

"The next problem is the materials and the space to manufacture the engine. You can't possibly create a magic explosion here, right?" Old Patton, unaware that his beloved car was about to face even more explosions, said with a headache:

"How is that possible!" Diana and Ivan answered in unison.

The two couldn't help but look at each other, feeling inexplicably strange.

"Who would play with fire at home?" At this point, Alvin couldn't help but smile awkwardly.

Come to think of it, his last brawl with the apocalyptic-level undead colossus in the Elrond capital of Avonmore was, if you round it up, just playing with fire at home? And at his girlfriend's house!

Come to think of it, I wonder how Afrediya is doing now? She must have a lot more work to do now that she's become the Demon King, right?

"Speaking of the venue, the leader of the Orphan Gang should have finished cleaning it, right?" Ka Yang asked meaningfully.

Although it was just a verbal deal, the content of their previous transaction was to help the other party complete the unification of the downtown area in exchange for underground channels for purchasing materials and sites for manufacturing new cars.

"If nothing unexpected happens, you should call him dear 'Don' now." Old Patton curled his lips. He has never looked down on gang members, but the disappointing child also came from Marilyn's orphanage, so he couldn't just ignore him.

"Respected 'Don'? He is from Genoa?" Ivan was stunned.

'Don' is a gang formed by Genoese people in various places. It is a special title used to refer to the leader of the largest Genoese gang in the entire area.

The area here generally refers to at least a large city like the capital of a country, or simply covers all the underground forces in an entire ordinary province.

But isn't this Linde? Could the leader of the orphan gang actually be a Genoese? Thinking about it, he does seem to have the curly hair common to Genoese people. However, the barbarian tribes on the ice field usually have naturally curly hair, so this can't be used as the most direct evidence.

"Well, even though that guy hasn't been in Genoa for a single day." Diana continued in a seemingly normal tone:

"He was one of the few people in the orphanage who knew his own life story. His parents were traveling merchants from Genoa, but they encountered robbers in the wilderness. He was the only one who escaped by hiding in a pickled meat barrel, while the couple were both killed. Afterwards, he was sent to the Marilyn Orphanage."

At this time, Alvin noticed that even with such a miserable past, Diana still unconsciously revealed a hint of...envy when describing it?

What was she envious of? Considering the girl's background, perhaps Diana envied her for at least knowing her past?

Without going into too much detail, everyone has pain points that they don't want to talk about, and we should naturally avoid these areas when interacting with others.

But then again, what is the leader of the Orphan Gang, who can now be called 'Tang', doing now?

In fact, the leader of the Orphan Gang, who used to be called Canon but is now called "Respected Don", a name that sounds quite impressive, is currently slamming the table and challenging someone.

A name cannot make people surrender. Although the Orphan Gang successfully took over most of the industries that originally belonged to the Blackmouth Gang, a part of the industry that was quite profitable but not the most critical was seized by other gangs in the downtown area.

At this moment, these gangs tried to force the "Respected Tang" to admit this established fact through joint pressure. However, it was impossible for Tang to give up this part of the property because it was related to his long-term plan to change the entire downtown area in the future.

So, after a series of repetitive words like "Want to try to move me? Go ahead and move me! Come on! Hey, I won't!", the negotiations came to a standstill.

"It seems we can't easily reach an agreement." Canon, who had just been promoted to 'Don', looked sullenly at the gang leaders with defiant expressions.

After a few seconds, he sighed helplessly, raised his hand to rub his brow, and said in a tired voice:

"Then let someone who can convince you come and talk to you."

Chapter 68: Respected Tang

Looking at the noisy gang leaders, the leader of the Orphan Gang, who should be called Don Marilyn at this moment, knew that it was pointless to reason with this group of people.

then……

"Then let someone who can convince you come and talk to you." Canon, who was honored with the title of 'Don', held the armrests of the chair with both hands, leaned forward slightly, and suddenly showed a strong sense of oppression.

"Tang, what do you mean by this?" Upon hearing this, someone immediately looked at him with dissatisfaction. Although he used the honorific title, there was no respect in his words.

Then, an urgent conflict broke out outside the door, and the expressions of the gang leaders changed drastically.

"You are not following the rules!" Someone immediately stood up and pointed at Canon in a very corrupt manner.

The gang leaders are now in a tavern that originally belonged to the Black Sparrow Gang. Everyone is separated from each other by a distance that they feel is safe, and their men also maintain the same number and are all on standby outside.

This, at least, reassured most people. At least, that's what they thought before the negotiations began.

However, this young man, who seemed to be eager to give himself the title of "Tang" in the eyes of outsiders, actually dared to attack all the remaining gangs in the downtown area at the same time!

Don Marilyn also knew that she had to intimidate these guys immediately and make them feel fear, just like breaking a chicken's neck to scare other disobedient dogs.

"Shut up!" Tang roared, touched his lower back with his right hand, and immediately pulled out a short axe with a sharp blade.

In an instant, the spinning axe, with a whistling sound, embedded itself into the center of the forehead of the gang leader who stood up and pointed at him.

Everyone immediately became like frightened birds and dared not make a sound. Some of them had completed the promotion ceremony through various means and became first-level transcendents, but these gang bosses, who were on average in their forties or fifties, were already past the age of personally taking part in the fighting and killing.

On weekdays, they are accustomed to letting their subordinates do the work, while they are more responsible for making decisions or negotiating with other gang leaders.

It seems that the only one who would actually go on the field and fight with others is this young man who is only in his early twenties.

After realizing this, no one continued to speak, so even among the noisy chopping and killing outside, Tang's voice was particularly clear.

"Perhaps you don't know much about the customs of the Genoese, but since you don't want to call me 'Dear Don', then use 'Respected Don'," Don Marilyn said in a cold tone.

In Genoa, people lived together as family members, and even children were raised by their grandmother and all the mothers. Therefore, the father's brothers were the closest people to the next generation of children and nephews, second only to the father.

And if a boy was killed by another family, or a girl was bullied by an outsider, his uncle would inevitably be among those who came forward to pull the knife. Oh, after the introduction of Lind's steam gun, the uncles in Genoa would also come to the door with guns at such times.

Originally, the name "Don" was a play on the word "uncle" in the Genoese-accented Huma language. In the Genoese gang underworld, the leaders of the largest regional gangs were responsible for mediating disputes between different families. Their presence was like "uncle" to everyone, so they gradually earned the title "Don."

It also means that he is willing to be an elder to everyone and help them solve their problems.

More often than not, those who were close to Tang would call him "Dear Tang" to show their closeness, while those who feared him would use "Respected Tang" to express their submission.

But obviously, these old hooligans in Linde's lower city didn't understand this. Fortunately, they at least understood the simplest and most plain "truth" that "a knife hitting someone will kill them."

After the sounds of killing gradually subsided, a strong young man covered in blood pushed the door open and walked in.

"Brother Canon, it's all settled. Humph, a bunch of trash, not even half as good as those bastards of Black-billed Sparrow." Dominic, who was younger than he looked, laughed.

"Hey, you little brat, you should call me 'Dear Don' now." Don Marilyn smiled and shook her head.

"Well, it's because I'm not used to it yet." Dominic touched the back of his head and showed a simple smile unique to young people. This expression was completely inconsistent with his clothes stained with blood, but it was a true portrayal of the life of the residents in the downtown area.

They maintain the simplicity unique to civilians, but when necessary they have to be stained with darkness and blood, which is really a sad thing.

Of course, they themselves might not even be aware of this. A fleeting trace of sadness flashed in Don Marilyn's eyes.

At the same time, other gang leaders glared at him, but soon lowered their heads one by one. They were originally suppressed by Maxwell of the Black-billed Sparrow Gang, and now it was just a different person.

The initial idea of ​​banding together to pressure the Orphan Gang for profit quickly faded. A bunch of rat-like beings, spineless to begin with, wouldn't have been easily controlled by old Black-billed Sparrow Maxwell for so many years. Maxwell didn't eliminate them simply to maintain chaos in the lower city, allowing him to better control the underground.

The adults in Lutetia were not interested in a filthy garbage dump. They just needed to ensure that the decadent street and the pleasure street that provided them with entertainment were safe and clean.

This was the case in the downtown area during the reign of the Canary Cage Gang. Poor beggars could not even get closer than two blocks to the Canary Cage Casino and the Moulin Rouge, a red-light district. The gang's thugs would use sticks and knives to drive them away.

But Tang did not want the downtown area to continue to maintain this way of life. In his mind, changing the name to "Tang" meant that he would carefully sort out the chaotic downtown area like a big parent, and then lead his family to a better life.

The axe that had just been embedded in the forehead of a gang leader was still covered in warm blood, but a smile appeared on Don Marilyn's face again.

"Due to some confusion caused by something, your subordinates accidentally walked into the wrong place. I believe you have already realized this problem. So, do I need to say more?"