After obtaining new technology from Friston, Xing Chen rushed back to Earth without stopping.
From theoretical breakthrough to mass production, even manufacturing a verified prototype (assuming it could be obtained), Xing Chen wasn't sure if he had enough time for the intermediate steps.
Another problem was how he should present these technologies.
He himself was not specialized in semiconductors and didn't know much about the subject. He could read it verbatim, but once he needed to elaborate, he would immediately expose his lack of knowledge.
Moreover, rather than being questioned later, the most likely scenario was that once the theory was published, he would be caught in a state of 'proving the origin of the achievement.'
He wasn't an expert in this field, so how could he propose such a perfect theory?
It would either be nonsense or plagiarism.
The technology was real, so there would definitely be a day when it would be vindicated.
Does delayed justice count as justice? Many things are time-sensitive.
Even a slight delay in a paper's progress would lead to people urging and misfortune, let alone issues involving people.
“Alas, I didn't expect that after so many years of searching for grain in chaff, today I have to mix chaff into grain.”
Xing Chen didn't know how long he had been sitting at his desk; Friston's originally refined 資料 had been altered beyond recognition by him.
Proprietary terms needed to be changed, references needed to be changed, abstracts and introductions all needed to be changed... In short, except for the experimental steps and final results, everything else had to be changed.
“Theresa, what are you doing?” He had been busy with work, and Theresa had been too quiet since she came back, he wondered what she was doing.
Xing Chen turned his head and found the girl staring blankly at her computer.
This state was very similar to his programmer friends debugging code, an astonishing level of concentration.
He quietly leaned over and saw that Theresa's laptop screen was open to NX, and the chassis of a small car had already been drawn.
“What are you doing?”
“You scared me,” Theresa gasped, clutching her chest. Luckily, she didn't punch him, otherwise, if he died in the real world, he would be truly dead. “I'm making a small car for Mr. Friston. Lama Lien and I discussed similar witchcraft creations before.”
“Mr. Friston is too pitiful to be stuck in the Stasis Chamber every day. Perhaps getting out for a walk would help his state of mind.”
“Alright, if you need any materials, tell me, and I'll try my best to provide them.” Xing Chen finished, then seemed to remember something, “By the way, does this little car of yours have any functions?”
“Functions? As long as it can move, that's enough.”
“Then can it add some physical and magical damage reduction, cause Withered damage by blocking, and finally restore HP and elemental damage when there are more than four support machines on the field?”
Theresa scratched her head, and after a little time, she understood what Xing Chen wanted.
“You want a witchcraft combat platform?”
“If materials are used, wouldn't more functions be better?”
“Alright, next time we return to Terra, I'll get some Originium. My witchcraft requires a large amount of Originium as material.”
Xing Chen had always coveted the Originium Arts (Sarkaz Witchcraft) of the people of Terra, but this thing was almost impossible to quantify and analyze, so he could only settle for bringing back some Originium technology.
However, one point seemed worth discussing, which was that as Theresa's understanding deepened, her Originium Arts also evolved new functions.
Perhaps future humans would also develop their own Originium Arts, but Xing Chen himself would not live to see it, perhaps.
It was late at night. Theresa pulled up her quilt to sleep, and Xing Chen also finished his rest and continued his work.
By the next morning, Xing Chen had finally lowered the complexity of the article to a sufficiently low level while still retaining its merits.
“My lord, I hope your twisted logic is correct.”
Next, what Xing Chen had to do was find a trashy online journal that would publish for money, casually search for an ID card online, and then submit the article.
Aside from having to spend his own money, which made Xing Chen feel a little pain, there were no other problems with the steps.
A few days later, the article was published.
As a trash journal, the kind where a high plagiarism rate wouldn't even be reported, naturally no one would specifically and carefully check its content.
“Brother Wang, take a look at this article,” Xing Chen found an excuse to invite Brother Wang out for dinner.
Brother Wang was wealthy and a quick learner, so theoretically, the two wouldn't have any intersection. But by coincidence, both were at the same school, and the school's geology and materials institutes were in the same building.
The night market was bustling with people, and naturally, no one would care what two students with female companions, out for skewers, were discussing.
“You can even find such a trashy journal, I have to take a look,” Brother Wang took Xing Chen’s phone, initially with a playful attitude, but when he saw the part Xing Chen highlighted, his expression immediately became serious.
His unknown number of girlfriends also wanted to join the fun, but Theresa decisively interrupted her spellcasting.
The other person wanted to glare at Theresa, but the latter only narrowed her eyes, scaring her into uncontrollable retreat.
“I don't know much about semiconductors either, but this passage... I think it's very valuable.” Brother Wang was silent for a moment, then said, “I know a few friends whose mentors work in this area.”
“Are you sure? What if it's made up?”
“If it's made up, then it's made up. What can they do to me?”
“That's true. Come, another drink.”
...It would take some time for this article to be disseminated to those who could utilize it.
During these days, apart from helping Theresa get Pure Originium and returning to Terra once, Xing Chen had been staying on Earth.
He also had his own studies to advance; his teacher could help him graduate and find a doctoral supervisor, but he still needed at least one article.
Besides that, he also went to a hospital to confirm that the deterioration of his physical condition was not a misdiagnosis.
The doctor advised him to be hospitalized for continuous monitoring of his physical indicators, but Xing Chen refused and immediately had Theresa take him away.
Perhaps he should take some time to introduce Theresa to his parents, to prepare them mentally.
However, perhaps the timing wasn't ripe; was his relationship with Theresa really that good?
In short, there were still many things to do, and Xing Chen couldn't rest yet... “Xing Chen, what do you think of this small car?”
In the garage borrowed from Brother Wang, Theresa was leaning one hand on a box taller than a person, and with the other hand, she gave Xing Chen a thumbs-up.
“Hmm, very good.” Although the effectiveness of vertical armor was questionable, the Tiger Tank still looked cool. “It would be better if those spikes could be removed.”
“No, I think it looks very good,” Theresa rejected Xing Chen's suggestion.
At this moment, Xing Chen's phone rang; Brother Wang had sent him a message.