The Complete Cat Book

Ignoring the witch civil servants who had run off to play, Eileen slowly strolled around Cat Island arm in arm with Jiang Han, like close girlfriends, taking in the scenery.

Witches' work efficiency had always increased in a fixed linear fashion that defied the common sense of land-dwellers.

To put it more plainly, it was that stupid joke come true:

One worker could build a small wooden cabin in a month, and a boss said, "Then thirty workers can build one cabin in a day!" The managers under him thought about it and said, "Then thirty times twenty-four workers could occasionally finish the job in an hour!"

And who knew whether that boss would then multiply it by another sixty workers and have them build a house in a single minute.

But for witches, that joke was real.

One Archwitch could complete one high-precision sealed spell missile in ten days.

Ten of them could shorten that to one day.

Two hundred and forty could shorten it to one hour.

In theory, as long as there were enough Archwitches in the factory, thousands of missiles could be produced in a single second.

That was why the complexity of the witch civil service system differed from that of land-dwellers. As long as there were enough people, witches' work efficiency would become increasingly terrifying.

Witches' mental and physical labor could be stacked. If they were serious enough at work, they could achieve a coordination level akin to a hive mind of thought. Of course, most witches had no interest in that, because in their eyes, wastefulness was a virtue—the bearing and magnanimity a truly powerful witch ought to possess.

Eileen probably did not care much about the expenditure figures either... Jiang Han let out a long breath, then smiled as she introduced the