Leaving the Carefree Group Behind

Doomsday Calendar, Year 8, July 3.

He gently placed the now-formed, finger-sized component on the table.

Su Mo glanced at the monitoring data displayed on the nearby instrument.

The precision had risen from 88% the first time and 96% the second, finally reaching the maximum safe value of 99.3%.

"Looks like the precision limits of both the basic and advanced research platforms are only theoretical simulations. The current level of industry still isn't enough for this kind of fine manipulation."

"Around 95% is the upper limit of the advanced platform. To go higher, I'll have to slowly grind and match it by hand."

By now, Su Mo had realized that this timeline without him had spent eight years developing along the same difficult technological path as the previous groups who had come to the wasteland.

This difficulty didn't mean they had hit the upper limit of humanity's technological barriers. Rather, they had simply taken too large a step and lacked the stability to walk forward.

It was easy to foresee that if they didn't regulate things in time, a fall was inevitable.

He reached out and removed the small component used to test their progress from the inspection platform.

He then opened the Storage Space and placed it separately from the high-grade alloys he had processed earlier.

After more than ten days of work, the first round of preprocessing for all the alloys he had brought in was finally 80% complete.

Unfortunately, though.

He no longer had enough time to remain in the Carefree Good Workshop, leisurely processing the remaining alloys and slowly crafting the battle armor.

A thick stack of letters from Bao Yu County had already piled up in the upper-right corner of the worktable, indicating that the people sent there ahead of time had obtained sufficient results.