Bags of potatoes were shaken loose at Zhang Wei's request, falling like rain.
The falling potatoes were bizarre, as if they hit a giant funnel and all converged in one spot.
Then... the potatoes actually lined up neatly, one by one, and began to spin!
Water jets nearby washed the dirt off the potatoes.
The potatoes rolled lower and lower, cleaner and cleaner...
Their skins became thinner and thinner as they rolled...
Everyone stared wide-eyed: "What in the world is this? Even magic tricks aren't this exaggerated."
They looked at the magician, who chuckled helplessly.
"Though I hate to admit it, isn't this move considered thought manifestation?"
"Huh?"
The crowd's astonishment grew even louder!
Lang Tu roared, "I didn't read much, don't lie to me! Thought manifestation is supposed to be a ranged attack where you throw cleavers, pots, or knives. This skill doesn't look like thought manifestation at all."
The magician, with no other choice, revealed the truth.
He pulled a handkerchief from his robe, waved it in the air, and a rose appeared from nowhere.
"Does this move look like thought manifestation to you?"
"This... how is that possible!"
"Regrettably, it is!"
The magician said, "Years ago, I used thought manifestation to perform many magic tricks, which made me realize its profound utility."
"Over time, my thought manifestation became masterly. I discovered a problem: the more complex the thought manifestation, the higher its transparency, and it could also selectively obscure vision."
"This rose trick was created using illusionary transformation to obscure vision. As for other levitation magic, escape room magic, and so on, they all have their uses. It is precisely because I am so familiar with the advanced forms of this technique that I could sense Mr. Zhang Wei's signature."
"However..."
Lang Tu impatiently urged, "You always like to keep us in suspense! Spit it out!"
The magician said with a hint of panic, "But the more intricate it is, the smaller the thought manifestation becomes. And Mr. Zhang Wei's isn't only far beyond mine in its refinement. The size... is terrifying!"
On the other side.
Zhang Wei finally finished processing the potatoes.
He had considered the skill mastered.
"Alright, let's continue!"
"Um... Mr. Zhang Wei, can I ask what this skill of yours actually is? It's so magical!"
Zhang Wei said proudly, "This is my exclusive invention! Come on, try attacking me!"
Lang Tu, filled with doubt, casually threw a punch.
The air exploded with the force of his fist!
It seemed to hit an invisible wall!
A faint glow appeared upon impact... a huge, bizarre, transparent object materialized around Zhang Wei!
"Heh heh, a newly developed skill!"
"Thought Manifestation: Automatic Potato Peeler!"
Pfft~
Upon hearing the answer, everyone else could no longer hold back and spat out their drinks!
What in the world?
A peeler?
And with thought manifestation?
Other masters used thought manifestation for things like swords, spears, and sabers, with simple forms.
But you, Zhang Wei, manifested a golden bell, and even elaborately carved flowers and wrote calligraphy on it.
None of that was the main point; it was merely pursuing detail and showing off.
But now, you've used thought manifestation to create a machine?
And one that can maintain itself for a long time!
Zhang Wei said helplessly, "It's normal for this kind of thing to be maintainable, right?"
After all, when he used the Golden Bell in the past, it wasn't just a flash to block an attack. It was present all the time, providing continuous defense.
Now, it was just expanded and made more complex.
However, this move was indeed very difficult to master. Zhang Wei spent over a hundred days in accelerated space seclusion to complete it.
"Quick, quick, quick, throw the potatoes, pour the water!"
"I want to test how fast this machine can be!"
Lang Tu, who was stunned, took a while to react and said, "I want to know what the purpose of this skill is?"
"Isn't thought manifestation supposed to be very unfriendly to complex objects? With that much effort, wouldn't it be easier to just build a machine?"
Zhang Wei rolled his eyes.
Build a machine?
If building a machine counted as storage, why would he bother with all this effort?
If it did, who would painstakingly process ingredients and then open two factories to lie down and count money?
"Personal preference."
Zhang Wei could only fob him off with this excuse.
Lang Tu gave him a thumbs-up: "You're amazing!"
"You're incredible!"
"You're so noble!"
"You're wasting the talent bestowed upon you by heaven!"
...
As it turned out, machines were indeed more efficient than humans.
Zhang Wei could chop a hundred times per second, but could only peel a hundred potatoes in an hour at his peak.
Moreover, it would exhaust him, and he would suffer from muscle soreness after a short time, which was pure torment.
But the machine was different. Bags of potatoes would roll down, and within the machine, they would be washed, sorted, and cut... Zhang Wei only needed to control the water spray and the rotation of the rollers. And that thing, just like the Golden Bell, would inexplicably rotate on its own.
This way, the efficiency easily increased tenfold.
Not only could it process over a thousand potatoes per minute, but the physical exertion was also minimal.
In fact...
From the very beginning, when Zhang Wei was processing the 25th potato, the replication time had already reached its one-day limit.
All subsequent potatoes were for perfecting the template.
But it seemed the perfection had reached its limit. After processing a thousand, there was no discernible change.
"Alas, the structure of potatoes is too simple. Even incorporating all their advantages yields this result."
"The upper limit is too low."
However, Zhang Wei's repetitive storage was not without its benefits.
For example, volume!
A regular potato weighed around 300 grams.
With each repetitive storage, the size of the exhibit increased by 15-20 grams... That meant 900-1200 grams per minute!
Considering the original size was only 300 grams, this was an increase of three to four times!
Back then, it took Zhang Wei several days to increase the weight of hundreds of ice plain yaks from three tons to ten tons!
...
"I feel like the speed can still be a bit faster!"
"Pour in double the potatoes!"
The speed of the lathe rollers and blades inside the machine suddenly increased!
"Not bad, let's do it again!"
Another double portion of potatoes...
Zhang Wei increased the production line, increased the volume!
Increase! In short, increase the output!
Finally, Zhang Wei's limit was to process ten thousand 'ball' potatoes per minute!
And he continued this for a full three hours.
After three hours, Zhang Wei collapsed on the ground, completely exhausted.
"Good heavens, so even thought manifestation can be this tiring."
"I feel drained."
Everyone who heard this rolled their eyes!
Normal thought manifestation could only maintain an object for a few seconds at most, but you maintained it for three full hours!
And with high precision and large volume...
One must know that thought manifestation consumes an enormous amount of calories. Just how much energy was hidden within your small body!
They exchanged glances, their expressions filled with shock.
Such energy reserves likely surpassed anyone present...
"Mr. Zhang Wei, it's you who can't sustain it anymore."
"If you had lasted any longer, I'm afraid all the allied soldiers would be eating French fries as their staple food tomorrow!"