Chapter 291: Chapter 232: The World of a Genius, Mortals Don’t Butt In
「The next morning.」
Sunlight penetrated the floor-to-ceiling windows, spilling into Project Shadow’s main conference room, but it couldn’t dispel the oppressive atmosphere inside.
On the holographic projector in the center of the conference table, the once-conventional model of the "Ghost" X-01 Prototype was now completely unrecognizable.
Its once-smooth external Armor was now in pieces. The engine had been shifted three inches. The Energy transmission conduits had been rerouted into a tangled mess. Even large sections of the core Rune Array had been deleted.
"Outrageous! This is absolutely outrageous!"
Engine expert Engineer Ma slammed his hand on the table, his face flushed red. His finger trembled as he pointed at the holographic projection.
"Advisor Han, I know you’re trying to prove yourself.
But this is science!
This is rigorous Spiritual Energy Engineering!
You removed the entire auxiliary cooling circuit for the Turbo-17 engine. Are you trying to make the jet burst into flames in mid-air?"
Nearby, Dr. Qian, the head of materials science, took off his glasses. He polished them as he added sarcastically:
"And that’s not all. Advisor Han also changed the stress structure of the wings to a honeycomb design.
That structure might be light, but it can’t possibly support the weight of the Tier Four Demon Beast’s spine.
It’s good for a young man to have ideas, but if you wreck the prototype, who’s going to pay for the hundreds of millions in material costs?"
Seated at the head of the table, Professor Wu Zhen held his teacup, saying nothing. His gaze, however, was fixed on Han Feng, filled with disappointment and derision.
He had sent Han Feng to the hangar yesterday, assuming the kid would see the actual machine and know to back down.
He never expected that after just one night, Han Feng would produce this so-called "modification proposal."
In his eyes, this wasn’t a proposal at all; it was the scribbling of an amateur.
Facing a room full of doubt and ridicule, Han Feng sat calmly in his chair, twirling a stylus in his hand. His expression was almost unnervingly serene.
"Are you finished?"
Han Feng asked coolly.
Engineer Ma scoffed.
"Finished?
I’m not even close to finished!
Advisor Han, let me ask you: did you even look at the three terabytes of technical data we gave you yesterday?"
"I did."
"And you understood it?"
"I did."
"Ha!"
Engineer Ma let out a humorless laugh and glanced around the room. "Everyone, did you hear that? He finished reading three terabytes of data in one night, and he understood it all.
Do you take us for fools, or do you think you’re some kind of Immortal?"
The conference room erupted in derisive laughter.
Chen Kai, sitting in the corner, laughed the loudest.
He knew the temperament of these top experts all too well. An attitude like Han Feng’s, which treated scholarship like a child’s game, would only lead to his spectacular and humiliating failure.
Wu Zhen set down his teacup and cleared his throat, preparing to teach this arrogant young man a lesson.
"Han, one must be honest in academic pursuits.
It’s not a problem if you don’t understand; we can teach you.
But you shouldn’t lie just to save face..."
"File 3422, regarding the thermal conductivity measurement of Deep Sea Sinking Silver in a high-Spiritual Power environment."
Han Feng suddenly cut him off, his voice steady and clear.
"Your report states the value is 0.74, and you designed the engine’s cooling circuit based on that figure.
But in reality, when the Spiritual Power concentration exceeds the Fourth Level standard, the internal crystal lattice of Deep Sea Sinking Silver undergoes a microscopic shift, causing its thermal conductivity to instantly drop to 0.42."
The laughter in the conference room died abruptly.
Wu Zhen froze.
Engineer Ma frowned.
"What kind of nonsense are you talking about?
Our data is the result of hundreds of experiments!"
Han Feng ignored him and continued, "Drawing 5109, the Energy nodes of the Rune Array.
You used a ’dual-stabilization’ structure on the seventeenth circuit.
It seems safe, but you’ve overlooked the corrosive effect of the Shadow Dragon Lizard spine’s inherent Dark Attribute.
After operating for more than thirty minutes, that structure will cause an Energy disturbance due to an attribute conflict."
"And another thing, regarding the wing structure.
You’re worried the honeycomb structure isn’t strong enough because you’re still using the traditional ’hot-melt forging method’.
If you switch to ’cryo-magnetic field shaping,’ the strength of the honeycomb structure will increase threefold, while its weight will be cut in half."
Han Feng rattled off seven or eight points in quick succession.
He cited specific file numbers and precise data for every single one.
The once-noisy conference room was now so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
The color drained from Wu Zhen’s face.
He whipped his head around to face Dr. Qian.
"Old Qian, check it! Check the thermal conductivity coefficient he mentioned!"
Dr. Qian frantically opened his terminal and pulled up the raw experiment logs.
As the cursor scrolled rapidly down the screen, cold sweat began to bead on his forehead.
"H-how is this possible..."
Dr. Qian’s voice trembled.
"It’s true... The data we measured in the low-concentration environment was accurate.
But there’s a discarded data set from a high-concentration test that does, in fact, show a drop in thermal conductivity..."
Engineer Ma panicked as well, hastily checking the design schematics for the Rune Array.
A few minutes later, he looked up, his face pale, his eyes filled with utter disbelief.
He was right.
Every single problem Han Feng had pointed out was real.
Some were hidden flaws the team had debated for ages without reaching a conclusion, yet Han Feng had exposed them with a single sentence.
"This... this is impossible..."
Wu Zhen took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes vigorously.
"Three terabytes of data... in one night... Even a supercomputer would need half a day to process that. How could a human brain possibly memorize it all?"
All eyes focused on Han Feng once more.
This time, their gazes held no ridicule, no contempt—only the terror of looking at a monster.
Han Feng stopped twirling the stylus. He leaned forward slightly, his jet-black eyes sweeping across the room, carrying an oppressive, domineering weight.
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