Chapter 79: Unable to Win, Pull the Plug

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I. There are 460 battery cells, bringing the total cell count to over 680. Thus, the total output power of the imaginary space reaches 5.8 kW, approximately equal to 7.88 horsepower. To put it simply, that's roughly equivalent to a 100cc scooter. Don't underestimate these figures—most electric vehicles for daily use would be considered high-end if their power reached even a tenth of this.

II. The total hard disk capacity now stands at 2 petabytes, which is about 2000 terabytes. Rendering one cubic meter of imaginary space requires about 1 gigabyte of data. To clarify: one cubic decimeter needs 1 megabyte, one cubic centimeter 1 kilobyte, and one cubic millimeter just 1 byte. The resolution, in fact, isn't high—it's actually quite coarse. But that's the most rudimentary algorithm.

Of course, rendering one cubic meter of air requires a different amount of data than rendering a cubic meter of liquid, solid, alloy, or even nano-alloy, even though the total volume remains the same. This touches upon the fundamental concept of data storage—compression. It's like a buffet: whether you binge indiscriminately, or follow a scientific order—fruit, fresh foods, seafood, salad, staple, cold drinks—the amount you can pack into your stomach varies.

In short, with the help of compression algorithms, the imaginary space has basically reached the resolution of reality, meaning it's indistinguishable to the naked eye. On average, each cubic meter requires 1 gigabyte of data. Thus, the total manifestable space capacity is about 2 million cubic meters.

The "Honor of Kings" map is about 15,000 square meters, while the "League of Legends" map is less than 60,000 square meters. Even if the battlefield height is raised to a mostly unnecessary ten meters, running two games simultaneously isn't much of a strain.

III. The CPU performance, after various serial and parallel optimizations, can basically reach 200% of the F91. This is the smallest improvement among the three-dimensional attributes of the imaginary space. There's no helping it: first, the generic processors are too inefficient—no matter how you arrange them, qualitative improvement is hard to achieve, and excessive wiring redundancy negates the benefits of parallelization. Second, the F91, derived from a supercomputer with a unique architecture, truly excels in computational power. The base is so large that improvement is slow, much like the per capita indices of major nations.

Actually, with Ye Chao's abilities, he could copy the F91's structure to replicate identical CPUs, hard disks, or even batteries in the imaginary space, creating endless offspring...

But the problem is, he can't make batteries without materials; he can only cannibalize other batteries.

As for CPUs, the F91's processor is an unprecedented biological chip, its structure consisting of proteins fixed on DNA fluorescent markers with biological probes—entirely different from traditional chips. If not for Alpha Ji, Ye Chao wouldn't even have found the door, let alone been able to imprint it.

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As for ordinary chips and hard disks, the materials are easy enough to find, but another problem arises.

What problem?

The resolution of the imaginary world has indeed reached the limits of the naked eye—but what exactly are those limits? 0.1 millimeters! 1 decimillimeter! 100 micrometers! 100,000 nanometers!

And what about chip resolution? Before the catastrophe, the international community had just achieved mass production at 3-nanometer technology; solid-state disk granules are at 7 nanometers...

The gap is tens of thousands of times! In terms of area, that's hundreds of millions of times! In terms of volume, trillions of times!

It's not impossible, but the cost is... you must exchange an enormous amount of data space!

How much?

If you want to make a hard disk of any given capacity, you need an equally sized space. Essentially, it's like taking off your pants to fart, no different from trying to build a perpetual motion machine under the constraints of energy conservation.

Chips consume several times more, being even more refined...

In summary, that's how it is. This round of trading saw far less growth in the three-dimensional space than the previous round. But the main reason is that the exchange list has lengthened.

Compared to the underwhelming three-dimensional improvements, the real key to this round of trading was the acquisition of materials!

Thousands of kilograms of steel plates and plastics; hundreds of kilograms of motor coils, wires, fuses, cooling pipes, etc.; dozens of kilograms of rare earth magnets, including two kilograms of magnetic king neodymium iron boron; refrigerants, compressor oil, lubricants—several kilograms...

All these will serve as raw materials for the exoskeleton mecha, and in the future—no, immediately—will play a critical role.

Because after Alpha Ji accepted the items and completed this round of trading, she said, "Let me tell you, without pressure there’s no motivation. Improvement in actual combat is fastest; don’t just bury yourself in research all day," and then kicked Ye Chao, who was hopping like a rabbit, straight into the endless tower defense battlefield.

Oh, and unlike normal players, Ye Chao joined the endlessly refreshing NPC side...

Before he could process what was happening, he instinctively hopped in rhythm with his ostrich-like bionic boots, and then—"hoo hoo hoo..."—an excited, familiar cry echoed as a burly, broad-faced man dropped from the sky, swinging a gas-cylinder sledgehammer.

"Woo woo woo..." The sledgehammer spun rapidly, the high-pressure airflow spraying from behind was mesmerizing. With a loud "smack," Ye Chao's upper body was obliterated.

"Goo goo goo?" The big man landed, scratching his head, as if the sensation was familiar.

But his confusion lasted less than a second before he started shrieking excitedly again, swinging his hammer into the crowd. The wind roared, flames flashed, and there was a faint resemblance to Xu Tiange's style.

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Ye Chao knew his own Rolling was fairly fierce—especially after two days of special training from Ximen Qiong and after crying his way into the imaginary space—but he hadn't realized it was this fierce...

Moreover, Rolling even knew how to buy equipment and add skills, better than Ye Chao himself.

While he pondered this, Ye Chao had already revived.

His resurrection mode had been modded—not from the fountain, since endless tower defense NPCs never had fountains, nor by waiting for the next wave of monsters—but by instantly replacing a random artificial idiot, taking over their body.

So his perspective shifted—"hoo hoo hoo..."—the burly, broad-faced man again swung his gas sledgehammer right at him.

"Smack!" Ye Chao lost his lower body this time, becoming the infamous Toilet Man Kil'jaeden.

Whether it was panda intuition or something else, it seemed Rolling recognized that this character was Ye Chao. With his master's physique too weak to play properly in real life, at least in this virtual space, Rolling could finally have a blast.

And Rolling showed no signs of stopping...

Ye Chao was furious. Even engineers have tempers!

On the fifth possession, as Rolling once again charged in, swinging the sledgehammer, Ye Chao turned his hand and unleashed the Palm of Buddha, sending Rolling straight back to the fountain.

It’s been said: Alpha Ji is Pangu, and he is Nuwa; Alpha Ji is Adam, and he is Eve; Alpha Ji is the heavens, and he is the brother of heaven... How could he not handle a mere Rolling?

Alpha Ji: "..."

This was not the special training she had planned!

But Ye Chao's rampage didn't last long, for a few seconds later, he suddenly felt his body sink.

Not his in-game body, but his real one. "Woof woof woof!" Rolling's angry voice rang in his ears.

Unable to beat the cheat, he simply unplugged the network cable—a masterstroke!

"Hahaha..." Alpha Ji doubled over laughing. "Serves you right for trying to cheat!"

[Rolling's favorability +200!]