novelraw Chapter 1212 617: Coincidence
Chapter 1212 617: Coincidence
Pop!
A flicker of the Spiritual Blade trembled insignificantly for a moment, and then...
Boom!
A gun barrel flew with a whoosh from Ji Jue's hand, smashing against the wall, clattering loudly before falling to the ground, forming a small mountain with the other discarded barrels.
"Damn it—"
Ji Jue's face was ashen, he took deep breaths, restrained the urge to curse, tugged at his hair, gasping, looking left and right, but couldn't find an outlet for his frustration.
Little Ox and Horse had already caught the scent and fled, not daring to show their faces.
He could only vent his frustration at Yan Fei.
After venting and finishing the homework, he gave him a super bonus, but his fundamentals were a mess, go back and practice more!
Thus, he felt a bit better.
Turning back, looking at the gun barrels coming off the lathe, he couldn't help but be haunted again.
Fundamentals, why is it always fundamentals?
And why are his own fundamentals also in such a shamble?!
Fundamentals are called fundamentals because there's no end to learning them, never enough practice in a lifetime, only that you can't get them mastered, never reaching the end.
Yet now, Ji Jue has hit the ceiling.
This is ridiculously frustrating! Wanting to strangle the client!
What kind of requirement is this?
Precision?
Not even talking about being absolute, such a fundamentally absurd demand, Ji Jue hadn't even noticed before, would one day challenge him... learning is never-ending, practicing is non-stop, precision demands are also infinite.
The meaning itself represents zero error on the workpiece, zero wear during fitting, flawless control and processing, up to the maximum theoretical limit.
If everything starts with theory, it would be too simple.
Theoretically, at Ji Jue's current level, as long as given enough time, he could even use molecular tweezers to pinch out extra molecules from Mercury one by one, turning Mercury into Gold.
But if it were really that simple.
Theoretically, just calculate the projectile parabola correctly, and you'll be able to shoot from one end of the Empire straight to the other end!
Yet for so many years, ultra-ultra-ultra-ultra-ultra-long-range sniping across the entire Empire, so far, only White Owl has achieved it.
She truly grasped the theory in her hand, turning it into reality.
Currently, with the precision demand placed before Ji Jue, Ji Jue began to sweat.
Just the processing and correction of a gun barrel's inner bore alone was driving him to distraction; not to mention the shaking of hands, a mere insignificant drift of the Spiritual Hand under the microscope during isolated operation, ruined everything.
Parallel, perpendicular, coaxial, symmetrical, center of gravity... dimensions, shapes, positions... materials, density, stress and materiality...
In just a few hours, failed products had piled up like a mountain.
Even these flaws could only be detected by ordinary microscopes, he could easily pass them off, but the issue is...
No matter if your name isn't signed on it, as a craftsman, clapping your chest, could you truly deceive yourself?
Fore-ends, stocks, grips, such trivialities are easy to fix, merely needing a patch or overall enhancement, but the bolt and barrel parts, every workpiece's precision requirement is so high that Ji Jue's high-tech lathe is of no use, he has to select quality pieces from massive batches, then manually adjust tolerances.
Holding his breath, focusing intently, dedicatedly, bit by bit, over and over, wielding Chun Jun's Spiritual Sword, using Non-Attack's Spiritual Hand, to slowly tune from inside out.
Any momentary relaxation or daze, and it's all in vain!
Not to mention the rough assembly afterwards, tuning, further processing, and fitting, any mistake in the entire procedure, and it must start over.
Using purely one's hands to entirely rub down precision workpieces at the nano or even pico level?
How could such a ridiculous dream be possible?!
Even this order is urgent, it has to be completed tonight, delivered tomorrow!
Are you insane!
Ji Jue had endured all night, those truly usable as workpieces were just a handful, unable to even assemble a complete gun.
Now, he finally understands why an ordinary order, not involving blessing or alchemy, could reach an A-level assessment from Professor Ye.
It's purely because of the precision; elevating a child's plaything to an absurd degree.
To the point where Ji Jue began to feel, whether his pair of piggy hands had grown for nothing, Heavenly Skill, save me!
So hard to maintain, bewildered, sweating, finally feeling his own limits through the teacher's prompting.
Pop—
Missed by a hairbreadth.
"I'm going to kill you!!!!"
Ji Jue roared to the skies, face flushed red, angry shouting, grabbing the gun on the table to shoot at the screen photo of Marvellous Old Deng, emptying two magazines to regain calm, and then turned back to continue.
In the ticking sound, yet again, against the lofty peak between theory and reality, launched his climb.
Gradually getting irritable, gradually bewildered, gradually numb.
Gradually accustomed.
After shedding away the arrogance of a Heavenly Artisan, stripping down to basics, facing the simplest materials and orders, he found once again the fear and excitement, sweating from head to toe, trembling like he once felt as an apprentice.
So he calmed his mind.
As Apprentice Ji Jue, he started afresh once more.
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After a long, long night, Ji Jue with faltering steps finally pushed open the door of the workshop, carrying the product and walked out, only to see on the table heaps of shell and fruit peel, fallen to the ground.