To ascend, I had no choice but to create games - Chapter 371

Chapter 371: Chapter 229: The Thing That the Factory is Producing (Second Update)_1

On the monitoring screen of the management system, over a hundred control rooms appeared on the display, all without exception showing players inside these rooms.

Some had already mastered their current tasks, while others were still fumbling; they worked in groups of three, jointly executing their assignments.

The smart ones had already started asking for help from the spectators outside, while the stubborn ones were still trying to figure things out on their own.

According to the management system’s arrangement, Tai Yin was responsible for selecting qualified outsiders, and then the management system would send them to the factory’s basement.

There were a considerable number of malfunctioning production lines in the basement of the factory; these lines had stopped working normally due to malfunctions in certain areas.

Some were missing essential parts, while others had broken tracks somewhere in the middle. When these issues accumulated, they could cause a production line to be scrapped and become the principal culprit behind the factory’s reduced output.

And because the factory’s production lines were intertwined, even useless lines couldn’t be stopped; some even needed to continue draining resources, wasting more and more.

Floating in midair, the mechanical eyeball hummed a tune and, looking at the screen, couldn’t help saying, “Sometimes, I feel like I’m quite the clever rascal. Mistress, you’re doing very well.”

The little red bear, annoyed, looked at the mechanical eyeball in the air and said through gritted teeth, “You’d better remember what you promised.”

“Don’t worry, once they help me clear up the production lines, I will definitely help you reopen the monorail. Not only that, I can continue manufacturing. Things like space elevators, unmanned transport lines, I can make all of these. Plus, Fei is an important partner of mine; I particularly admire its creation chip.”

The promise from the management system somewhat reassured Tai Yin, but then it asked, “Is fixing the production lines that troublesome?”

“Not troublesome at all. Some of them look like puzzles, quite simple for conscious beings. Even you, Mistress, could handle it once you understand.”

“Are you insulting me?”

“I’m stating the facts. But the problem is, there are too many of them. I need a large group of Artifact Spirits to address this issue. However, there are too few Steel Guardians; only these outsiders can succeed.”

Looking at the content on the surveillance screen, Tai Yin found that the management system was right; those outsiders were doing a pretty good job.

Each outsider was assigned to a scrapped production line, which was already riddled with issues. Thus, it was no problem for the outsiders to handle them, as things couldn’t get any worse.

The issues with the production lines were easy to identify. Once found, they would be reported to the management system, and its mechanical eyeball would automatically mobilize to rapidly repair them.

Once the repairs were complete and tested with no issues, the successful little bears would be sent by the management system to the next abandoned production line to continue clearing up the system.

Although simple, after some observation, Tai Yin found the process to be too dull.

Yet those outsiders seemed to be having a blast, which only goes to show that outsiders are truly strange.

Different races have different preferences; what Tai Yin considered difficult and boring, people like Xiemen Waidao found very interesting.

Black Tech himself was a graduate student in electronic and information engineering, adept at both analog and digital circuits. He had once created a 2KB memory in “My World” and along with others, built a computer using redstone circuits inside it.

To him, the damaged factory production lines resembled a large-scale planning game, with the goal to pull raw materials into the entrance and deliver products from the processing workshop to the exit.

While the rules were simple, different raw materials required different methods of transport, such as carts and conveyor belts.

After sending items out, it was also necessary to consider whether they would enter the next processing stage and how the numbers between stages should be distributed; a lot had to be contemplated.

Xiemen Waidao also grew fond of this puzzle-solving game. After understanding it was a game of finding faults, he felt it would be a shame not to engage with it fully.

“Black Tech, what if we delete a large part of the rail here and create a curve at the front, generating a perfect parabola so that carts fall right here? Then, with inertia, they’ll fly directly into the shipping port and send the goods in.”

Considering Xiemen Waidao’s drawings, Black Tech thought for a long time before lazily responding, “Why do that?”

“To save costs! I feel like the factory is just a beta version. The official version will definitely involve things like funds. Getting familiar with it in advance seems good.”

Black Tech nodded in approval, then said, “But you’re cutting corners a little too much…”

“Ever played ‘Bridge Constructor’?”

“Yeah.”

“Where does the money saved end up?”

“In your own pocket… Alright, let’s try it.”

After the two of them made improvements, the production line had changed drastically.

The incoming carts at the entrance would immediately speed down the brachistochrone curve towards the bottom, then shoot out with great kinetic energy, just like a cannonball into the processing workshop, idly moving forward with inertia.

Once the processing workshop completed its task, the carts were precisely at the shipping port. They would be packed with goods and sent onto an accelerated track, then launched by a catapult bed directly into the exit and quickly transported to the next station.