The territory of the shelter has expanded outward in an unprecedented manner.
The most direct benefit is the abundance of resources.
More robust and efficient carriages, made from ironwood and the sinews of armored beasts, began to flow steadily along the smooth roads.
Large quantities of stone, timber, ore, and fresh catches from freshwater lakes are continuously transported back to the sanctuary.
For the first time, Pang Dahai's logistics department warehouse had a "surplus".
He began to have the capacity to brew larger quantities of fruit wine as prizes.
The entire shelter presents a thriving and prosperous atmosphere.
But Lin Feng was not satisfied.
The carriage was still too slow.
Its capacity, its speed, and its range were far from satisfying his ever-growing ambitions. He needed faster, stronger, and more dominant modes of transportation.
He needs... a car.
This thought had been swirling in his mind for a long time.
On Earth, automobiles are the culmination of industrial civilization.
If such a creation could be reproduced on this alien planet, its significance would far exceed that of a means of transportation.
It will be a totem, a symbol.
As the "Purification Corridor" project drew to a close, Lin Feng delegated most of the day-to-day management work to the four ministers.
He himself plunged headlong into the research institute.
This research institute is the core of shelter technology.
It brought together all the best craftsmen in the shelter, as well as intellectuals like Wang Jianguo who had relevant scientific research experience in the Blue Star era.
When Lin Feng announced that he was going to build a "fuel-powered car", the entire research institute fell into a deathly silence.
Everyone was looking at him as if he were crazy.
“Leader…you mean…car?” Li Xiangbin stammered, feeling as if there was something wrong with his ears.
"Yes."
Lin Feng's tone left no room for argument: "And I need it to have strong off-road capabilities, as well as... a comfortable riding experience, including air conditioning."
Li Xiangbin's head buzzed, and he almost fainted on the spot.
A car? Does it even need air conditioning?
This...this can't be a joke, can it?
Even a standard screw now requires craftsmen to manually polish it bit by bit with a file.
Even the most basic smelting technology was still at the stage of rudimentary blast furnaces! How could they possibly create a monster of modern industry like the internal combustion engine, which is composed of thousands of precision parts?
“Leader, this…this is impossible.” Li Xiangbin mustered his courage and spoke the truth: “We…we don’t have high-precision machine tools, we don’t have qualified alloy materials, and we don’t understand the working principle of internal combustion engines…”
“You don’t understand, but I do,” Lin Feng interrupted him. “You don’t have machine tools, but I am the most precise machine tool.”
He extended his right hand, palm facing up.
On the workbench beside him, a fist-sized iron ingot, freshly taken from the furnace, slowly floated above his palm.
Lin Feng's gaze became focused and sharp.
His telekinetic power, like billions of invisible, micron-sized carving knives, began to cut, squeeze, shape, and polish the iron ingot at high speed.
"Sizzle! Sizzle!"
The iron filings fell down like powder.
Just over ten seconds later, a piston with a smooth, mirror-like surface and perfect dimensions floated quietly in his palm.
A collective gasp filled the research institute.
All the craftsmen knelt down as if they had witnessed a miracle.
They looked at the piston as if it were a most sacred work of art.
They worked all day with hammers and files, clanging and banging, but they couldn't create a single part that was so perfect.
For the next period of time, the entire Divine Grace Research Institute entered a state of "seclusion".
Lin Feng became the project's chief designer and core manufacturer.
Using the knowledge he had in his mind, he drew up a series of design drawings.
From the engine structure to the gearbox gears and the chassis suspension system, every detail is crystal clear.
Li Xiangbin and his team of craftsmen were responsible for turning these drawings into rough "blanks." They used existing technology to smelt metal and forge the approximate shape of the parts.
The most crucial and precise processing steps were all handled personally by Lin Feng.
He spends more than ten hours a day at the research institute.
He used terrifying telekinesis to polish every cylinder, to cut every crankshaft, and to calibrate the meshing of every gear.
This kind of work is even more mentally taxing than moving mountains and filling seas. At the end of each day, he was pale and his mental energy was almost completely depleted.
But the light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter.
This process also led to an unprecedented improvement in his micro-manipulation skills in telekinesis.
Outside the research institute, other people in the shelter were also working on this mysterious "Project No. 1".
Following Lin Feng's instructions, Pang Dahai's logistics department discovered the world's richest resource—oil—in a swampy area filled with a thick, black liquid.
Using the most primitive methods, they built a simple "nodding donkey" machine and distillation tower, and successfully refined the first batch of qualified gasoline and diesel.
Meanwhile, the children from the shelter, led by their teachers, entered the ironwood forest in search of a plant that Lin Feng called "elastic vine".
The sap of this vine, once solidified, forms a highly elastic and extremely durable gel-like substance, making it a perfect substitute for tire manufacturing.
The entire shelter revolved around Lin Feng's dream.
It took a full five days and five nights.
When Lin Feng installed the last screw, which he had personally polished, a ferocious and majestic behemoth finally appeared in the center of the research institute.
Its entire body was painted a deep, matte black, exactly the same color as the Black Dragon Flag.
Its body lines are muscular and angular, making it more rugged and aggressive than any off-road vehicle from the Blue Star era.
The enormous tires were made from the gelatinous substance of elastic vines mixed with crushed hard-shelled animal bone powder, and had deep patterns on them, like the claw marks of wild beasts.
The high-raised chassis showcases its unparalleled off-road capability. At the front of the vehicle, there is no emblem, only a miniature, lifelike black dragon relief crafted from silver metal.
This is more than just a car.
This is a dormant, powerful, steel behemoth.
"We succeeded...we...we really succeeded!" Li Xiangbin stroked the cold car body, crying like a child.
Lin Feng also breathed a long sigh of relief, and a long-lost, heartfelt smile appeared on his face.
"Leader, give it a name," Li Xiangbin said, his voice choked with emotion.
Lin Feng looked at the majestic black dragon relief on the front of the car and slowly said:
"Let's call it 'Black Dragon No. 1'."
The emergence of "Heilong No. 1" deserves a grand ceremony to announce it to the world.
Three days later, the central square was once again packed with people. Everyone was forced to put down their work and come to watch.
When the "Black Dragon No. 1," shrouded in a huge black cloth, was slowly pushed to the center of the square, everyone held their breath, wondering what it was.
Lin Feng walked up to the platform and personally pulled down the black cloth.
"boom!"
When the ferocious and majestic body of "Black Dragon No. 1" was first exposed to the sunlight of the two suns, a tremendous and incredulous gasp erupted from the crowd!
"A car! It's a car!"
"how so?"
"I don't think I've ever seen this brand of car before!"
Everyone who had ever lived on Earth went into a frenzy. They screamed, cheered, and some even fainted on the spot from excitement.
The automobile, an industrial product that was commonplace in the old world, became the spark that ignited all their nostalgia and hope at this moment.
It's like a bridge connecting the past and the future, allowing everyone to truly feel that under the leader's guidance, everything they've lost will return, and even... in a greater way.
Lin Feng remained silent, calmly enjoying the frenzy of his people.
He walked to the car door, where Qin Lan was already waiting and opened the door for him.
Lin Feng gracefully settled into the spacious back seat, which was upholstered in soft, snow-cotton cushions.
Qin Lan then took the driver's seat. As the Minister of Discipline and Lin Feng's most trusted person, she had already learned how to drive this steel beast under Lin Feng's personal guidance several days ago.
She turned the key.
"Buzz...Buzz...Roar!"
With a deep starting sound, the V8 engine roared out a deep and powerful sound, like a prehistoric beast awakening!
The roar of the crowd drowned out all the cheers in the square.
Under the watchful eyes of thousands of fervent observers, "Black Dragon One" slowly began to move.
It drove smoothly and powerfully around the central square.
Under the sunlight, the black body of the car reflected a majestic light, and the black dragon relief on the front of the car looked down on all the mortals who were prostrate on the ground.
Lin Feng lowered the car window, smiled, and waved to his people.
At that moment, he was no longer just a leader.
He was a civilized king who rode a steel behemoth, emerging from mythology.
Countless people ran after the car, crying out "Long live Mr. Lin!" Their eyes no longer held worship, but a complete, unreserved fervor that offered up their souls.
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