45: Chapter 45 You're pretending to be weak while actually being strong?

"Quick! Little Li! Get the third plan from earlier! The one we discarded—the 'Metaphysics Plan'!"

"Engineer Wang! Go restart the particle collider! Don't set it to max power, set it to the 'Resonance' gear!"

"I've got it! I know how to bypass the Materials limitations!"

The entire laboratory exploded in an instant.

The young researchers were all pumped up like they'd been injected with adrenaline; their originally exhausted brains were now running at an astonishing speed, and the sound of keyboard typing was as dense as a rainstorm.

"Professor! If we do this, we don't even need rare earth elements! Common crystals can replace them!"

"Energy loss has been reduced by 40%! My god, what is the principle behind this? I've figured it out!"

At this moment, throughout the entire Academy of Sciences, from the Institute of Biology to the Institute of Physics, from Materials science to Psionic Application, bursts of wild laughter and exclamations rang out.

The old professor of Materials science suddenly threw the polymer Materials in his hand to the ground, shouted "Wonderful!", and turned to adjust the new alloy ratio.

The young researcher in charge of ballistic calculations had his eyes darting around rapidly, his fountain pen flying across the paper:

"Calculated it! The ballistic correction parameters for the psionic sniper rifle have been calculated! This doesn't even need a supercomputer; I can calculate it in my head!"

Everyone was laughing wildly, everyone was running.

Humanity's proud intelligence had broken free from the shackles of the flesh at this moment.

The mountains that once stood before Dragon Summer's technology, the technical barriers the West was so proud of, were crumbling at a terrifying speed under the burning fires of this civilization's wisdom.

...

If the Academy of Sciences was a Peak showdown of IQ, then on the grassroots training grounds, the style had become somewhat "magical realism."

A certain special operations brigade of Dragon Summer, recruit training ground.

The rain was pouring down.

On the muddy training ground, hundreds of recruits were shirtless, lined up in the mud.

"Trash! You are all trash! How can you protect your home and country like this?!"

The instructor was a dark-faced man, holding a standard-issue long saber, lecturing them.

He pointed at a recruit in the front row, spittle flying: "Zhao Xiaohu! I'm talking to you! This set of 'Basic Saber Techniques' has only three moves! Hack, Sweep, Block! I've taught you for three days, even a pig would have learned it, and you still haven't? Are your hands made of pig trotters?"

The recruit named Zhao Xiaohu hung his head, his face flushed red, gripping the saber hilt tightly until his knuckles turned white.

He had tried very hard.

He was truly practicing with all his might.

But he had been clumsy since he was a child, uncoordinated, and that saber felt like it weighed a thousand pounds in his hand, no matter how he swung it, it didn't feel right.

"Do it again!" the instructor roared, "If you hack crookedly again, get your ass to the mess hall and peel potatoes!"

Zhao Xiaohu gritted his teeth and raised the saber.

Rainwater flowed through his eyelashes into his eyes, stinging and painful.

He took a deep breath, preparing to face another failure and humiliation.

Just then.

A phantom spark silently merged into the center of his brow.

The world suddenly changed.

The originally noisy sound of rain became clear and distinguishable in Zhao Xiaohu's ears. He could even hear the sound of every raindrop hitting the saber.

The saber in his hand was no longer a heavy block of iron.

He could feel the texture of the blade, the distribution of the center of gravity, and even felt as if the saber had become an extension of his arm, connected to his flesh and breath.

The movements the instructor had just demonstrated replayed in his mind over and over again.

They were no longer blurry afterimages, but were broken down into countless fine motion frames.

The muscle activation points, the twisting angle of the waist and abdomen, the timing of the wrist flip...

Everything became so clear, so natural.

"So... it's this simple."

Zhao Xiaohu muttered to himself.

"What are you mumbling about! Hack for me!" the instructor urged impatiently.

Zhao Xiaohu moved.

There was no hesitation, no unnecessary buildup.

That slash was as fast as a startled swan.

Swish!

A shrill sound of tearing silk rang out in the air.

The sky full of rain was actually cut neatly in an instant, and a vacuum fault two meters long appeared.

The blade hovered precisely one millimeter above the target, steady as Mount Tai.

The whole place was dead silent.

Even the dark-faced instructor opened his mouth wide, and the saber in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang."

"Saber Qi... manifestation?"

The instructor swallowed, looking at the clumsy recruit from just a moment ago, "Is this the Realm that only 'Basic Saber Techniques' Great Perfection can achieve? Are you playing the pig to eat the tiger, kid?"

Zhao Xiaohu himself was stunned, looking at the saber in his hand, feeling that countless saber technique variations were still surging in his mind.

And this scene was playing out on every training ground.

Originally obscure and difficult tactical movements were instantly mastered; shooting essentials that could not be grasped before were now handled by sharpshooters from the start.

The Dragon Summer army was completing the transformation from "rookie" to "soldier king" at a speed that defied common sense.

...

Meeting Room No. 1.

At this moment, impassioned reports were constantly ringing out in the conference room:

"Report! The Air Force says their new fighter engine blueprint is done, performance has increased by 40%!"

"Report! The Ministry of Education sent word that the average scores in examination halls across the country are rising in a straight line!"

"Report! The Academy of Agricultural Sciences... wait, the Academy of Agricultural Sciences just sent a message saying that while they were harvesting rice, they improved the core algorithm of the harvester?"

Long Yi put down his tea mug. Even a person like him, who could remain calm even if Mount Tai collapsed before him, had slightly unsteady hands at this moment.

Ten minutes.

Just ten minutes.

The scientific Breakthroughs and technological accumulation completed by Dragon Country actually exceeded the past fifty years!

On the screen, Qian Sen finally stopped his pen.

His hair was as messy as a chicken coop, his face was covered in ink, but his eyes were as bright as two small suns.

He held the freshly baked draft with both hands and laughed wildly at the camera: "Hahaha! It's done! Comrade Su Yun! Chief! It's done!"

"The core equation for the psionic compression converter has been solved! Just give me three days... no, one day! I can build the first-generation psionic rifle! By then, let alone ordinary Demonic Beasts, even B-level monsters will be taken care of in one burst!"

"And the defensive shield! Energy consumption reduced by 80%! Our energy reserves are enough to last ten years!"

Qian Sen was incoherent, and finally gave Su Yun a flying kiss directly at the screen: "Comrade Su Yun! You are my own father! I'm going to build a totem for you too!"

Su Yun got goosebumps and quickly waved his hand: "That is really not necessary."

Long Yi watched this scene, grinning from ear to ear, saying "Good" three times in a row.

With food and technology, the giant ship of Dragon Summer had finally completely stabilized.

However.

Amidst the cheers, a weak voice sounded in the corner.

It was the Minister of Civil Affairs.

He looked at the "Epiphany Reports" that were constantly jumping up on the screen, a trace of worry on his face, hesitating to speak.

"What's wrong, Old Zhang?" Long Yi was in a good mood and asked casually, "Everyone is so happy, why are you pulling such a long face?"

The Minister of Civil Affairs sighed and pointed to another report: "Chief, Comrade Su Yun, it's a good thing that everyone is becoming smart. But... this is too smart."

"Look at this report. In just these ten minutes, we have received tens of thousands of 'proposals.'"

"Some people suggested modifying the urban structure, some suggested reforming the rationing system, and some even listed our administrative loopholes and sent them over... They spoke so reasonably, and the logic was so tight that I couldn't even refute it."

"The common people are too smart, so they have many ideas, and once they have many ideas, their minds become active. It's so chaotic outside now, if everyone has their own ideas, this team... is hard to lead."

"And although everyone has become smart, the fear of monsters is still there. Smart people are often more precious of their lives; if they think too much, they might be more afraid of death, and then their fighting will..."

Su Yun nodded thoughtfully upon hearing this.

Indeed.

Wisdom to the extreme will inevitably cause harm.

Sometimes thinking too much, instead, leads to losing the recklessness and bloodiness.

Even excessive rationality makes it easier for people to calculate the probability of "certain death" in a desperate situation, thus falling into deeper despair.

In this chaotic world, having a brain isn't enough; one must also have spirit.

One must have the passion of "I will go even if there are thousands of people," and the concentration of remaining calm even if Mount Tai collapses before one.

"This problem must indeed be solved."

Su Yun stood up.

Everyone's eyes focused on him again.

Everyone had formed a conditioned reflex; as long as Su Yun stood up, it meant that something good was coming again.

"Since everyone's brains are working well, let's add more fire."

"If 1.4 billion people each heard a war song from five thousand years ago, and each planted a seed of 'Magnificent Chapter of a Prosperous Age' in their hearts, would this little bit of fear still count as anything?"

Su Yun raised his hand.

The third totem pillar, which was also the most magnificent and solemn one, slowly emerged.

"The next one, Magnificent Chapter of a Prosperous Age."