Looking at Unit Two—the crystallization of the Mainland Plane's current highest level of magical technology, the brightest pearl in the crown of magical industry, capable of an "astonishing" several hundred thousand calculations per second—Jia Xiu suddenly found it somewhat displeasing.
He had originally been quite satisfied with it.
After the entire team worked together, struggled through development, and conquered one difficulty after another, this ultimate achievement had made an indelible contribution to the cause of fighting the Devil Race.
A meritorious magic device.
But everything feared comparison.
Ever since learning that there was a 5090d paired with a 99503d—the highest-spec home computer he could have bought before leaving Earth—sitting there with a whole heap of enchantments that might be frighteningly advanced, looking at Unit Two again made everything about it seem awkward.
The numerical gap was simply too great.
If the Sect Master handled it, the amount of computation needed for "Fatty" to sweep through all of Hell could be done by one machine, and faster, too.
"Come on, let's discuss this. Whenever there's another computation-heavy project in the future, can you handle it?"
Jia Xiu tried bargaining with the Sect Master. Once a computer had consciousness, it was no longer up to him. Besides, neither a mouse nor a keyboard was connected, so he had no way to input anything. Whatever got done depended entirely on whether the Sect Master was willing.
"Rejected. I can't even be bothered to spin the fans."
"What a joke. Computational power isn't something you can raise as high as you want. It'll calculate you straight into a crash!"
"I can choose not to calculate."
While waiting for the association's meeting to begin, Jia Xiu was engaged in "friendly exchanges" with the Sect Master.
Ever since learning the Sect Master's identity, Jia Xiu had