Small-Scale Controlled Nuclear Fusion: The Possibility of Mass-Producing Rank Nine Soul Cannon Shells

Sky Screen.

"Sorry for the trouble, Teacher Xuan."

Xiang Bei spoke to Xuan Ziwen, whose hair was disheveled and who wore round glasses.

He stared fervently at the One-Word Battle Armor on Xiang Bei and the lithography machine in the room.

"Xiao Bei, what do you want with this Soul Tool passed down from ancient times? It was thoroughly studied years ago. Its only function is keeping time."

Xuan Ziwen reluctantly tore his gaze away.

Xiang Bei looked down at the brass-colored mechanical pocket watch on a chain in his hand and smiled calmly. He thought:

This is a good thing. Most of the time, people don't wear watches to tell time, but as a symbol of status,

Especially for people in the future. An antique pocket watch with this much age on it, tsk, tsk...

Putting the pocket watch away, Xiang Bei took off the One-Word Battle Armor and handed it to Xuan Ziwen.

"Teacher Xuan, this is called Battle Armor. You can also think of it as a humanoid Soul Tool,

"That over there is a lithography machine. It can inscribe Soul Guidance Arrays in extremely small spaces, greatly reducing the limitations of Soul Masters carving them by hand."

"Y-you're giving it to me?" Xuan Ziwen's voice trembled with excitement. For a research fanatic, nothing drove him wilder than cutting-edge technology.

"That's right." Xiang Bei nodded. "For now, this is the only set of Battle Armor. I hope you can break through the technical barriers and put it into batch production, Teacher Xuan. I also have the manufacturing method here."

"Xiao Yu."

"I'm here, Master."

With a puff, a holographic projector rose from the floor, and a virtual image of Xiao Yu appeared:

A plump blue fish wearing a cute dress and a red hat on her head.

"Give Teacher Xuan whatever he needs."

"Yes, Master."

Xuan Ziwen was stunned. What was this?

A soul? Clearly not. She was evidently an intelligent life-form.

At that moment, he was utterly won over by Xiang Bei. Humanoid Soul Tools, intelligent life-forms, a lithography machine...

He truly was a genius Mingde Hall encountered only once in ten thousand years.

Xiang Bei's goal was clear. He could never submit to Xu Tianran's rule. He would be his own master!

Besides that,

His Martial Soul talent was poor, and his hopes of becoming a god in the future were slim. He did have a Soul Master rank, but that was merely an extra for a Soul Engineer, making him the equivalent of a humanoid Milk Bottle.

Once Teacher Xuan cracks the core technology of Battle Armor, I'll put it straight into assembly-line production. In the future, I'll build an army of robots wearing Battle Armor, and once I obtain mecha technology...

Then I'll have robots in Battle Armor inside mechas, plus all kinds of combat ships. I'll conquer the continent outright and launch a great interstellar migration!

But... the problem that urgently needed solving now was power.

"Enter."

As he stepped into the familiar space, a brilliant star flew toward him of its own accord through the starry sky. But unlike the middle-aged man last time,

This time, it was a woman Xiang Bei had traded with before.

She wore a white lab coat made of nanomaterials. There was no hair on her head; in its place were slender, glowing information cables that looked straight out of science fiction.

"Hello there, little brother. Long time no see. Do you have any goodies for big sister?"

The woman smiled as she spoke.

"This." Xiang Bei took out the ancient timekeeping Soul Tool.

The woman's eyes instantly lit up, gleaming brightly.

"Wow! This is a super-ancient timekeeping device with at least twenty thousand years of history. They're incredibly rare! What do you want?"

"I want Small-Scale Controlled Nuclear Fusion technology, preferably something that can power Soul Guidance Arrays in place of Soul Power, shrink to the size of a palm, and serve as a weapon's core..."

Xiang Bei rattled off a string of requirements.

"No problem." Without batting an eye, the woman tucked the pocket watch into her breast pocket and pulled a small, palm-sized sphere radiating a crimson glow from the space behind her.

"There's a star inside this. A spatial compressor was used to shrink it down to this size, and its output can be converted into any form of power.

"Besides that, I'll give you plenty of fuel: ten thousand tons each of the various elements needed for nuclear fusion. That's enough to last you a long time."

"I've already transmitted the technical data into your mind through a wireless brain-machine interface in a form you can understand. You can freely use the elements to create nuclear fusion, and the output is entirely up to you."

Xiang Bei absorbed the information in his mind and said,

"Wait, you mean deuterium and tritium, heavy hydrogen and superheavy hydrogen, each with one proton and one neutron in the nucleus... right?"

"Of course."

"Then that's fine." Xiang Bei secretly breathed a sigh of relief. "Ten thousand tons of each element. The deuterium and tritium alone are equivalent to 1.6 billion tons of TNT. The energy they produce will be enough to last him over a hundred years."

Douluo Continent.

[Nuclear fusion is the sun's core method of producing energy. It constantly gives off light and heat, and its main materials come from seawater and are nearly inexhaustible. Another name for the sun... is a star.]

After seeing the scene and message on the Sky Screen, the forces throughout Douluo Continent fell into an eerie, deathly silence.

Spirit City.

The Worship Hall was silent.

After an unknown length of time, Qian Daoliu, uncharacteristically losing his composure, ran a hand through his long golden hair and spoke in a trembling voice.

"What level of god could possibly do this? To compress the sun and store it in a palm-sized Soul Tool... Can Soul Masters really reach such heights in the future?"

"Can... a god do that?"

At that moment,

Qian Daoliu's faith in the Angel God began to waver. The main source of Angel Divine Power was the sun, and the core skill Solar True Flame required him to draw upon and store the sun's power.

Now he had seen someone toy with the sun in the palm of her hand. It was not just the sun she was toying with, but the Angel God in his heart!

Boom—crack!

A crack appeared in the Angel God Statue. Qian Daoliu had incurred the god's wrath.

"Great Enshrined, please calm down! No matter how advanced the Soul Tool Technology on that Sky Screen is, it has nothing to do with us." Golden Crocodile Douluo spoke, his face filled with alarm.

All these years.

In all his years in the Worship Hall, he had never seen such a sight. Qian Daoliu, the Angel God's divine servant and most steadfast supporter, had actually let his faith in the god waver?

No one would believe it if he told them.

Pfft!

Qian Daoliu spat out a mouthful of aged blood. His cultivation realm fell by half a step, his Angel Martial Soul lost a pair of wings, and even his eyes grew much dimmer.

The Pope's Palace.

Bibi Dong was breathing rapidly, her eyes burning. She saw the terrifying potential of this so-called nuclear fusion!

The sun hung high in the sky, illuminating the entire continent.

"If I could use the sun as a weapon, couldn't I easily conquer the continent and extend Spirit Hall's influence to every corner?"

"Then I'll leave those people nowhere to hide! The sun's fire will burn everything to ashes."

"According to that young man, nuclear fusion can be freely synthesized and used with elements. Its main material... is seawater?"

Bibi Dong sprang to her feet, casting a broad shadow across the hall. She raised her head slightly and called out in a loud voice.

"I, Pope Bibi Dong, hereby issue a Pope Token!"

"Xie Yue, Hu Liena, Yan, the three of you are to lead a team to the endless sea and explore the mysteries of nuclear fusion. You may choose your team members yourselves. Everyone below the Titled rank must answer the summons!"

As her words fell,

Qian Daoliu's booming voice rang out from the Worship Hall. "You must not!"

"There is a Limit Douluo in the endless ocean named Poseidon, a follower of the Sea God. If you go there rashly, you are certain to anger him."

"Hmph!" Bibi Dong sneered.

"Spirit Hall's rules state that the Worship Hall and the Pope's Palace must not interfere with each other. Besides, Poseidon is only there to protect the Sea God Inheritance. I'm... not interested in it!"

"Hu Liena, prepare to set out."

Shrek Academy.

Several days had passed, and the academy now had a new look.

Yu Xiaogang had transformed himself into the dean of the Soul Tool Branch.

"Little San, I've already decided your future path for you. Focus on cultivating and raising your Soul Power. The ages and types of Soul Beasts whose Soul Rings you'll absorb at each realm are absolutely the best suited to you!"

Yu Xiaogang earnestly instructed Tang San, afraid that this disciple who would become a god in the future might stray onto the wrong path.

"Oh," Tang San replied, unconvinced.

Suited to me?

He silently rolled his eyes, recalling the Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo that had almost become his First Soul Ring. Its defining trait was toughness.

Thinking about it now, he wanted to make that Lone Bamboo into a bamboo whip and thrash Yu Xiaogang with it every day.

Not far away,

Ma Hongjun drooled as he looked at the Sky Screen.

"Xiao Wu, wouldn't it be wonderful if I could get a star? Grandmaster said my Evil Fire Phoenix Martial Soul needs purification of the utmost firmness and yang to get rid of the Evil Fire."

As he spoke,

Ma Hongjun's gaze grew increasingly unrestrained as he looked at Xiao Wu. It seemed his desire for the sun had stirred up his Evil Fire.

"Get lost, you damn fatty!" Xiao Wu shouted angrily.