He had always been pondering how to solve the two major flaws of Talisman Witchcraft.
First is the stability issue.
Traditional Witchcraft Artifacts are stable but limited in use; Talisman Witchcraft can theoretically be used continuously, yet it’s easily affected by fluctuations in the Laws of different Planes, leading to failure.
His previous solution was modular design and rapid battlefield adaptation, but it was still inefficient and relied on prior preparation.
The other issue is the supply problem.
The manufacturing of Talisman Witchcraft is ti-consuming and labor-intensive. A few thousand reserves for a war is the limit, and during battle, they only dwindle further, making sustained combat difficult.
But now, with this automatic factory that can be stored within his internal space, everything is resolved!
He can use the factory to mass-produce Talisman Witchcraft at any ti within his internal space.
Upon entering a new Plane and determining the basic paraters of local Elents, he can adjust the production line directly in space to manufacture Talisman Witchcraft fully adapted to the current environnt!
And in Jeming’s vision, once his internal space expands further in the future, he might even attempt to move the entire cannon fodder production line inside.
Realizing a true "portable legion," engaging in battle while simultaneously producing.
If the cannon fodder he studies achieves a high enough resource utilization rate, he could even achieve a perfect cycle of utilizing battlefield resources for replenishnt while fighting!
By then, he alone would be called a swarm!
However, those are all things for the distant future.
Suppressing the excitent of anticipation, Jeming began to follow the accompanying manual, deeply learning the operational thods, maintenance procedures, and anings of the core control runes of this complex machine.
After spending several days, having initially grasped its basic operation, he took a deep breath and ca below the floating factory.
His consciousness sank into his Dantian, communicating with the Golden Core, and invoked the Power of Space within.
An imnse invisible suction force arose with him at the center, enveloping the automatic factory above.
The Protective Array on the factory’s surface sensed the pre-prepared sequence code on Jeming and did not resist; instead, it glowed with a gentle light in response.
Soon, under the wrapping of the Power of Space, the massive factory began to blur and distort.
Ultimately, it transford into a stream of light, successfully stored within Jeming’s now vastly improved internal space.
Next was to find a suitable "ho" position for this giant beast in his internal space, then proceed with preliminary adjustnts and installations.
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After successfully incorporating the automatic factory into his internal space and initially setting up related production programs, Jeming eagerly conducted several experintal productions.
The Talisman Witchcraft flowed from the preset production line, completing basic shaping, rune inscription, and energy infusion, with efficiency far exceeding handmade processes, leaving him deeply satisfied.
However, problems also erged.
First and foremost, the energy supply.
Reliance on Energy Crystal Stones or small portable Elental Pools to power the factory resulted in unstable output power, affecting the processing quality of high-precision components, and the consumption rate was astoundingly fast.
Only after producing a few batches of Talisman Witchcraft, did the reserve of high-purity Crystal Stones visibly diminish into a small pile.
At this rate, he feared he would need to carry a Crystal Ore Mine to sustain combat continuously.
"Energy is the lifeblood of industry, indeed a universal truth." Jeming sighed, his consciousness exiting his internal space and connecting to the Magic Network Terminal.
He checked his current military rit balance, though the substantial previous procurent consud quite a lot, the stable inco from the "Self-Stabilizing Field Regulation Protocol" gave him considerable confidence.
Without much hesitation, he quickly placed an order in the Nolun Workshop’s internal market to purchase a Fourth Level Large Elental Pool.
Unlike those over Fifth Level Elental Pools typically used to support the energy of entire Planes, the Fourth Level Large Elental Pool is specifically designed for large war machinery, high-energy consumption research equipnt, or small to dium-sized production bases.
Its size is relatively controllable for inclusion in war machinery, and it is processed with precise Space Folding technology, allowing full accommodation within Jeming’s current internal space, with plenty of room to spare.
The manufacturing process of the Fourth Level Large Elental Pool is not that complex, and the stock is quite sufficient.
Not long after Jeming placed the order, this Elental Pool, radiating stable and powerful energy fluctuations, was delivered.
Jeming carefully placed it beside the automatic factory and completed the energy interface connection.
With the formal activation of the Elental Pool, vast and pure energy instantly poured into the factory’s energy network, elevating the stability and efficiency of all equipnt’s operation by a significant degree.
Calculating the operation, this Fourth Level Large Elental Pool, without recharging, could sustain the full-power operation of this automatic factory for over a hundred years!
The breakthrough in the energy problem reactivated Jeming’s creativity.
"Since the internal space can accommodate a factory, why can’t it house a mobile laboratory as well?" He rubbed his chin, his eyes gleaming.
Although during plane expeditions, the command center establishes communal laboratories at the campsites.
However, those facilities often serve general functions and are limited in precision, far less handy than his own ticulously configured and familiar exclusive equipnt.
Of course, with the current capacity of his internal space, it can’t accommodate a fully functional large comprehensive laboratory.
However, it’s entirely feasible to prioritize moving so key, rare, or frequently used core experintal instrunts inside.
The energy provided by the Fourth Level Large Elental Pool is also sufficient to power these precision devices.
"Hmm... There’s also a need to plan out enough storage areas, to stock various raw materials and store war trophies and biological samples collected during expeditions..." As Jeming planned the regional division of the internal space in his mind, he inventoried the items currently stored in the space.
Automatic factory, Fourth Level Elental Pool, spare energy crystal stones, so commonly used magic materials, a few Black Giant cores in a dormant state... His consciousness swept over these items like a scanner.
Suddenly, his consciousness halted abruptly as it passed over an inconspicuous tal sealed box in the corner!
An extrely unsettling feeling surged to his heart.
He rembered very clearly, stored in this box were his most important assets—the twenty-nine strands of hard-earned plane origin!
Back when he put them in, each test tube radiated a dazzling and srizing glow of energy.
But now, through his conscious perception, the test tubes in that box... seed to have beco unusually "dim"?
Jeming’s heart skipped a beat, and he imdiately used his mind to open the tal box.
The scene before him made his pupils contract instantly, and his breath catch in his throat!
In the box, the twenty-nine crystal test tubes that were originally supposed to be neatly arranged and dazzling were now completely transparent in twenty-eight of them!
The liquid-like origin inside had vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed.
Only the last test tube remained, and the glow inside was also extrely weak, like a candle flickering in the wind.
It had shrunk by more than half in volu, and was continuing to decrease at a pace that was imperceptible to the naked eye, but Jeming could clearly perceive it!
"W-Where’s my origin?!!"
Shock, confusion, and even a sense of absurdity instantly seized Jeming.
He regarded these origins as treasures, intending to use them to exchange for crucial resources at critical monts, how could they disappear into thin air?!
And in his internal space, no less, what’s the difference between this and gold bars disappearing into thin air from a safe?!
His internal space is a completely self-controlled independent area, apart from himself, there was absolutely no other conscious, origin-absorbing being!
So, it seed there was only one answer left...
Jeming’s consciousness suddenly turned towards the internal space itself, established by the "Inner Cycle" cultivation technique and existing through the Golden Core.
Could it be... this space was "stealing" his origin?!
To verify this conjecture, he suppressed the stormy waves in his heart, spending several days concentrating intently to observe the condition of that last strand of origin.
He vividly "saw" that the faint glow was being siphoned by invisible roots, thread by thread, into the "barriers" and "earth" of the space, and finally, completely disappearing.
And just as the last strand of origin was fully absorbed, Jeming keenly sensed an extrely subtle, indescribable change occurring throughout the whole internal space.
The boundary of the space seed slightly more solid, the faint Spiritual Qi naturally born in the air seed a tad more active, and the texture of the spatial barrier underfoot felt slightly more "real."
This change was so minute that if he weren’t the Master of Space, paying extrely close attention throughout, it would have been impossible to detect.
From the perspective of "cost-effectiveness" of investnt and return, using these invaluable origins to exchange for this almost negligible "foundation consolidation" effect seed like a massive loss!
In the most rational judgnt, the best solution would be to imdiately cease this "wasteful" behavior and hold tightly onto whatever origin could be obtained in the future.
Jeming fell silent.
On one hand, there were the tangible precious resources.
On the other hand, it was the ethereal, ultimately uncertain potential for space growth.
However, this choice really did not require him to expend much heart power.
Jeming made his decision in almost no ti: From now on, he would regularly allocate a portion of his inco to continuously purchase plane origin to "feed" this internal space that seed to have a unique "appetite"!
He didn’t know what this would ultimately bring, but he had a strong intuition—it was definitely not a bad thing.
"It’s only that life will be a bit more frugal in the future, buying less unnecessary knowledge and research materials," Jeming comforted himself, "But if I skimp on this investnt now and it causes so inherent defect in the internal space during a crucial mont or misses so pivotal evolutionary opportunity... that would be true regret beyond redemption!"
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