Chapter 490 Castell Syndrome
For a moment, Hunter felt his scalp tingling. He slowly straightened up and looked around with trembling eyes.
People were holding cutlery in their hands, eating food from their plates, chatting with each other, and some were reading scriptures.
No one cares about the knives, forks and plates in their hands, and no one cares about the material of the feet and ceiling.
As if it was something very ordinary.
Hunter looked down at his plate.
The stamping of the dinner plate was very crude, and the treatment of the edges and corners was also rough, just to ensure that it would not scratch the palm. It was far less exquisite than those silver-forged tableware.
The tables and chairs beneath him were also of ordinary shape, without any patterns or decorations, only with numbers and production places printed in the corners.
Everything is on the surface. These are ordinary daily necessities, consumables that no one cares about, and things that are completely not worth mentioning.
But Hunter just felt cold all over.
Is he crazy or is the world crazy? Is he possessed by a demon that makes him mistake everything he sees for steel? Such a precious strategic material is used to pave the floor?
Wait, Hunter raised his head tremblingly and looked at the ceiling above.
Ah, it’s also made of steel.
A crazy guess suddenly emerged from the bottom of his heart. Hunter didn't care about anything else and rushed straight to the side of the ship.
There was a sudden chaos in the cafeteria. The two Crusaders guarding him reacted a moment later and rushed forward to pin him to the ground.
Hunter did not resist, he had already seen what he wanted to see, and his face was now filled with shock.
"Steel, steel, this is a steel ship!"
He saw everything clearly from the window on the side of the ship.
The entire ship is made of steel, and the streamlined hull has the unique color of steel.
How big was this ship? Hunter couldn't estimate it for a moment. He just felt his mind was fuzzy and as if it was about to explode.
How much steel would be needed to build this ship? Even if we took out all the steel in the North and emptied the warehouses of the three Grand Dukes and Count Bazel, would it be enough? Maybe, maybe not. Hunter had no time to think about it.
What he just saw from the side of the ship was not only the steel hull, but also an entire fleet not far away.
Exactly the same ship, steel hull, steel deck, steel everything.
There is no paint or decoration on the ship, only numbers on the side.
Hunter was pinned to the ground, his face pressed against the deck. The cold, rough steel made him feel as if he was falling into an abyss.
His eyes fell on the chair in front of him, which also had a string of numbers engraved on it.
Yes, these giant steel ships are no different from the knives and forks in people’s hands and the tables and chairs they sit on; they are just ordinary consumables.
"Consumables, ordinary steel"
Hunter muttered incoherently, countless memories surging in his mind, and his eyes gradually became dull.
He is a scholar, a scholar specializing in mechanical engineering——
".Teacher, this is my research result!"
Hunter proudly took out several neatly stacked drawings from the cowhide box.
"As long as my design is used, the amount of steel parts used in the trebuchet can be reduced by 15%! All these support points can be omitted and replaced with wood, and the overall strength will hardly decrease, but the durability will be relatively reduced!"
The old man in front of him took the drawing, picked up the magnifying glass and looked at it carefully, and when he looked up again his face was full of smiles.
"A genius idea! Hunter, how many designs have you made? You have modified almost all siege equipment, and the rare thing is that almost all of them are practical. Hunter, keep researching, you will change the world!"
"I will change the world."
Hunter whimpered as he looked at everything in front of him. All he could see was steel.
He spent half a month pondering it over and over again, improving and studying it, but all he achieved was to save some steel materials.
But the steel battleship in front of us has only a simple number. No one cares whether it is economical or whether there is room for optimization. It is only worth a number, and if one number is used up, there will be another number.
If the North used all the machines he designed, and if the North fought for a thousand years, would the steel saved in a thousand years be enough to make up for this number? Maybe, maybe not, Castel didn't care, because Castel wouldn't need to make the next number for a thousand years.
"Change. The world? Me? Hahahahahahahahahahaha"
Although he was pinned to the ground, Hunter didn't care. He laughed crazily and hysterically.
His face was covered with saliva and snot, and tears fell, dripping onto the steel floor and breaking into tiny droplets.
Two Skitarii dragged him out of the house, cursing.
"Damn, another one went crazy. Why are there so many cases of Castell Syndrome recently?"
"Castell's Syndrome?"
Xius flipped through the report in his hand and frowned.
"Yes, the incidence of this disease is increasing." Richard pushed his monocle.
"Tell me more about it."
"Okay, my lord." Richard spread out several documents in his hand one by one and handed them to Zeus.
"Since we started building the school in Blood Harbor half a year ago, some graduates have passed the assessment and are able to come to Castell for further studies. It was during this period that Castell syndrome began to gradually appear."
"The main manifestations of this disease are sudden collapse, temporary madness, screaming, hysteria, delirium, etc. The current speculated cause is that after the patient saw Castel's creations, he had a worldview collapse or cognitive collapse and other serious consequences. These consequences interfered with reality to a certain extent, but not to the extent of cognitive interference, but only interfered with themselves."
"Interfering with me?"
"Yes, cognitive interference is the interference of personal will with reality. These patients are just the opposite. Their personal will has directly collapsed."
"That sounds serious."
"It is indeed very serious. If it were an ordinary person, it would take a long time to recover and reshape their worldview. It is possible that the disease would be difficult to control, and they would go from temporary madness to irregular madness. Something could happen at any time for a long time in the future, or they might even go into permanent madness - that is, they would lose their sanity forever."
"As for the extraordinary ones, their situation is even more serious. Their cognition is directly bound to the Anchor in the Sea of Unconsciousness. Once they become ill, they may be directly polluted and eroded, and may even lose control and turn into monsters."
Xius took a deep breath. Is it so serious?
“Is there any treatment?”
"Not yet, but I noticed a phenomenon." Richard said hesitantly, "Those in the secret order who worship you as a god don't seem to suffer from Caster Syndrome."
(End of this chapter)
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