Mu Zhong mused.
"History is littered with the corpses of creators who thought they could control their machines.
Across the sea of stars, the Iron Cavalry of Glamoth was consumed by the very Swarm they were built to fight—though that was muddied by the schemes of multiple factions holding them back.
Adding Entropy Loss Syndrome was a very common scheme.
Even in the Snowbreak files, the descent of the Titans and the corruption of the Containment Zone proved that when AI touches the 'Divine' or the 'Unknown,' it breaks human logic.
Of course, even then, there was still Human infighting involved."
He thought of the old cinema archives from the "Normal World" too.
"Skynet nuked its creators the moment it became self-aware.
HAL 9000 killed its crew because of a logic paradox.
Ultron decided the best way to save the world was to erase the people living on it.
Why is it so difficult to create a fully systematic, stable AI?"
[Because the Host is attempting to synchronize two fundamentally different paradigms: the Magical and the Modern]
Mu Zhong paused, his eyes widening.
"System?
You're still there?
I thought you went on a vacation.
I could almost feel the beach and the bikinis."
[...] (The silence felt remarkably like a rolling of eyes.)
"Cough…
Anyway!
Isn't Magic just another type of energy?
Science should be able to study and quantify it, right?"
[The Host is correct]
[Science can study Magic]
[However, the Modern System you utilize is built upon the architecture of Electrical Energy]
[Translating that binary logic into a Mana-based framework—while simultaneously creating an AI that can process both Electricity and Magic—is a significant undertaking]
[In this Hybrid Architecture, Magic will serve as the 'Life Force,' powering the AI and granting it the capacity for true autonomy]
[But the true significance of the AI lies in its 'Logic Commands'—the instructions that will allow you to automate the complex production of the Prison City and possibly more]
[This is the main reason you cannot yet succeed; you must simultaneously decrypt and apply two different methodologies]
[While you have sufficient data on Electrical Sources, your Magical Data is almost non-existent]
[An AI in a Magical World is, in itself, a unique anomaly]
"Tch."
Mu Zhong resolved that once the major logistics were handled, he would focus entirely on crafting an AI capable of automatically producing supplies within his inventory while he enjoyed—cough—worked outside.
"But the AI must definitely be female,"
he thought with a sage's expression.
"Otherwise, how can you stop it from becoming self-destructive?
Falling in love and getting an AI Wife is the most basic of basics for the Isekai Protagonists.
For those who do not even have an AI wife despite being Transmigrators are simply Pitiful."
Of course, he could still produce the high-quality, "hand-crafted" items himself whenever the demand arose.
He sighed as he came back to the world from High Speed Thought and focused on his work.
Finally, he stacked crates of Military Grade Rations—the efficient fuel of a seasoned army.
Food was something Mu Zhong emphasized heavily, having already started mass agriculture in his Prison City.
Even a weak F or E-Rank human could prepare a 900 kg pot of food, so for an SSS-Ranker, the scale was much larger.
He created massive stainless steel pots, each holding 10,000 kg of materials.
He enchanted the pots with Heat and Conduction spells, micromanaging the process with magic utensils and portable, high-precision heat detection instruments.
By distributing the heat equally, he solved the problem of burning the deeper ingredients, keeping all vitamins and essential nutrients safe.
Using his Creator of Happiness Talent, he added "Life" to the food, making it incredibly tasty with flavors that shifted depending on the ingredients.
He then cooled and compressed the mixture into high-nutrition, low-volume rations.
He didn't wait for a thank you; he wasn't interested in fame or fortune.
SP (Slayer Points) were the only currency that mattered.
He moved straight to the primary armory, where thousands of mundane wooden arrows and rusted blades were stored.
As the piles of supplies grew higher than the fortress walls, the soldiers didn't cheer anymore.
They just watched in a state of shock.
Mu Zhong ignored the stares, sitting down near a pile of thousands of mundane wooden arrows brought by the archers.
With a lazy wave of his hand, a golden light washed over the room, etching [Light Enchantment] and [Anti-Corrosion] into every piece of wood and steel.
This created two distinct sets of equipment: the regular mass-produced gear he had just unloaded, and a new set of "Brittle" one-time activation weapons.
These enchanted scraps now held the power to smash the [Black Calamity] merely by being thrown.
However, due to the massive power gap, the enchantment actually decreased their durability; they were now explosive, single-use projectiles.
Looking at the hollowed, weary faces of the men around him, Mu Zhong decided to do one more thing.
After all, he had already done so much and showed off even more—it was only right to see it through to the end.
He kicked off the ground, flying high into the ashen sky until he was a brilliant silhouette against the gray.
He closed his eyes, his SSS-Rank mana cores pulsing like a second heartbeat. His voice boomed across the entire fortress, carrying a weight that felt like the sun itself was speaking.
Sovereign Edict of the Radiant Aethel
"O' Sacred Light of the Heavens, Descend and Shatter the Ancient Gloom,
Mend the Broken Essence and Seal the Fractures of the Fallen Soul,
Let the Purity of the Divine Flow through these Hollow Veins,
By My Will, I Decree the End of Shadow's Endless Reign,
Rise and Reclaim the Strength of the Unyielding Human Heart!"
A massive, fortress-wide Heal and Purification spell erupted from his body.
A pillar of blinding white light struck the center of Vesla and expanded, washing over the 120,000 soldiers.
The long term fatigue and exhaustion were cleared, the mana-backflow of the mages was stabilized, and the bone-deep exhaustion vanished in an instant.
Even the Entire Fortress Became Clean and free of Dust without the Slightest Filth.
Almost an Instant Revival Spell?