He looked at Murphy in front of him as if he were looking at a monster. After nearly a minute of silence, he fiercely slammed the notebook in his hand on the ground, picked up the coil gun again, pointed at Murphy, and cursed:
"You bastard! You must be sent by those bastards from Shaldo University of Craftsman to make fun of poor Old Flywheel! Listen to your full mouth of technical terms. You say! Where did you hear all this stuff from?
Even in the most arrogant fantasies of Minkus Steam Valve's calculations about the future prospects of the Calculating Pearl, he wouldn't achieve your level of exaggeration!
And a network of invisible data covering the territory!
Bah!
Do you know how many Calculating Pearls need to be parallelized together as a data core to achieve that? Even if I throw in all the Calculating Pearls I have, it wouldn't cause a ripple before such a grand plan.
