Next, Richard was busy with sleep and food. Because of the success of the production of the first chip, the production speed of the rest of the chips has increased a lot, but it still takes a lot of time. The main reason is that the masks of the nine chips have to be made independently, and there can be no mistakes.

In this way, the time of more than ten days passed in a blink of an eye.

Richard was busy and fulfilling, but Wan An and Maas outside were in a hurry, Wan An lost his temper more and more, and Maas had to work hard to reduce his presence and monitor Richard even harder.

Outside the crumbling three-story wooden building, Mas hid in the corner, glanced at the door that had not been opened for a long time, took a vicious bite of the hard and salty fish, and muttered: "Damn boy, if I eat salted fish here every day, I will soon become a salted fish!"

Don't let me catch your flaws, or ...... If the teacher can spare you, I won't be able to spare you! When the time comes, let you eat salted fish and meat for a year in a row, and then taste the taste!"

As he spoke, Maas took another vicious bite of the salted fish, swallowed hard, choked so much that he was about to roll his eyes, and finally swallowed it with a "grunt", panting heavily.

......

In the Garden of Eden, Richard didn't know anything about Wan An and Maas, and he didn't care if he did, because all the chips were finally made and the most important step was about to be completed.

Garden of Eden, machining sector, research room.

On the processing table, a silver metal glove is processed.

The entire metal gloves look like they exude the cold glow of metal, with a solemn aura, and the palms and backs of the hands are carved with many connecting magic patterns, which looks a little mysterious.

The carved and connected patterns are laid out in smooth curves across the surface of the glove, and eventually they gather into ten points—two points on each finger, a one-centimeter-square depression that holds the finished spell chip.

Richard removed the metal gloves from the processing table, then took out a wooden box from the spatial iron ring, and when he opened it, he saw ten spell chips quietly placed inside.

"Spell chip number one, spell chip number two, thumbs. ”

"Spell chip number three, spell chip number four, index finger. ”

"Spell Chip Five......"

Richard muttered to himself, placing the different chips with their own markings in turn in the hollows of the fingers of the metal glove, making a crisp "click, click, click".

Eventually, all the chips were installed, and Richard put the glove on his right hand, and without hesitation, he walked out and walked towards the spell testing ground.

......

The same spell testing ground at the bottom of the sinkhole, where Richard appeared.

glanced at the metal human target dozens of meters away, and slowly raised his right hand with metal gloves.

"In the first test, it was safer to use a relatively small amount of free energy elements. Out of caution, Richard said, controlling the small amount of free energy elements in his body to pour out and inject them into the glove, releasing an attack.

And then......

One second, two seconds, three seconds......

A full three seconds passed, and nothing happened to the metal gloves.

Richard frowned, but did not move rashly, and continued to keep moving, aiming at the metal humanoid target in front of him.

At this time, the scene that flashed through Richard's mind was that of a person who had a jamming phenomenon in the gun shooting range. The other party curiously aimed the muzzle of the gun in his eyes, and while saying "how can it jam", he went to check the barrel of the gun and constantly pulled the trigger testally. Then there was a sound of begging for benevolence, "bang", and the firearm finally stopped jamming.

He didn't want to win the Darwin Prize, which foolishly destroyed himself and made a profound contribution to human evolution (Darwin's theory of survival of the fittest).

But in the blink of an eye, a minute passed, and the metal gloves still did not respond, and Richard couldn't help it. His eyes glanced at the metal glove, and with a movement of his mind, the free energy elements in the law source in his body poured out again, this time increasing the number of free energy elements.

Then I felt a slight shock from the metal glove, emitting a special energy fluctuation, and before I could react, I saw that the ten chips embedded in it were all burned and turned into bright crystals.

This!

Richard's eyes widened, and he tried to keep his movements as gentle as possible, took off his metal gloves, and said loudly, "Failed?"

Well, failed.

Richard's eyes flashed, a little disappointed, but he quickly collected his emotions and regained his composure.

Yes, now it's a clear failure.

Failure isn't a big deal, though.

Admittedly, when it comes to researching something, a smooth success is best. But if it fails, it's perfectly acceptable. This shows that the research is not thorough enough, and there are some deviations in the understanding, which need to be improved, corrected, optimized, and continued to be studied.

In the field of science, what is needed is not a chance success, but a complete analysis, an experience that can be replicated infinitely, and a law that must be feasible.

"Come on, see where the problem is. Richard spoke, turned and walked back to the lab, where he began to study.

......

Later, Richard found that the research was more difficult than expected.

Originally, he thought that there might be some problems with the production of the chip, but after spending some time ruling it out, he guessed that there might be a deviation in the magic pattern on the metal gloves.

However, after several tests, there was no problem with the magic pattern of the metal glove.

Then there is the way in which free energy elements are injected, the errors in various materials, and the shape design of metal gloves...... And so on and so forth.

A series of conjectures were proposed, and then one by one they were rejected.

Because the mask has been successfully made, under the action of lithography equipment, a large number of chips have been made like a stream, and they are constantly installed on one metal glove after another for experiments, and the results are burned without exception.

All of a sudden, the research was at an impasse.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten days have passed.

In the main lab, Richard mounted the newly made spell chip on a metal glove and placed it on the surface of the lab table. His lips pursed, his fingers tapped on the table, making a rhythmic "click" sound, trying to think of what else he had overlooked.

"There's a problem with the photoresist? But it's been replaced. ”

"The developer is not right? ”

"Is there a deviation in the light emitted by the light source? It has been corrected many times. ”

"It's that the chip itself is not designed right. But why does it make no sense to put a single chip together and put all the chips together?"

Many of the thoughts in Richard's mind were born and disappeared, and he kept thinking.

In the corner, Pandora writes the last number on a papyrus scroll, using a quill pen, and exhales lightly—she's done with her homework for the day.

Pandora turned her head, thinking about reporting the situation to Richard, but when she looked up at Richard, who was frowning and thinking, her eyes blinked and finally she didn't make a sound. The next moment he walked up to Richard and his eyes fell on the metal glove on the lab table.

"Richard, are you a little worried about this?" asked Pandora, gesturing to the metal glove.

"Why, what have you discovered?" asked Richard, Pandora, who looked the same, not holding out much hope in his heart.

Who knew that the next moment Pandora looked at the metal gloves for a long time, her expression changed slightly, and she nodded quite seriously, and said in a loud voice: "A little discovered." ”

"Huh?" Richard turned his head to look and asked, "What did you find?"

"You metal glove...... Pandora crumbled, "it's kind of ugly!"

Richard: "......"

Ugly?

Is this a question of whether to be ugly or not?!

......