Lu Ban Master

God Forge

Overview

Ruban is a mechanical genius rivaled only by Mozi. To pursue his unyielding study of mechanical science, he stayed at the academy well past graduation age, relying on the unlimited academic year mechanism at Qi. After initiating the "Code Name Ruban" research plan, he created the first living seventh-tier mechanism, with which he developed a father-son-like bond. When Qi provided military support to neighboring cities under threat, the Seventh Mechanism was also sent to the battlefield but went missing during a surprise attack. Ruban personally traveled to the neighboring city, supporting the front lines while searching for the Seventh Mechanism's whereabouts. During this time, he created a six-armed mechanical suit to handle various chaotic situations. However, even after the war ended, there was still no sign of the Seventh Mechanism. Upon returning to Qi, Ruban became reclusive, immersing himself more deeply in the world of mechanical operation than ever before. He invented numerous seemingly useless mechanisms, especially various mechanical wings, to fill his heart's void. This was originally his only connection to the world, but it was restored... "Code Name Ruban" Development Journal Ⅱ 10.25: New Birth of Ruban Six Issues. Initial analysis suggests an incompatibility between simulation and mechanics. 11.11: Encountered a child talking to a wooden puppet in the mountains. Fine lines connected his fingers to the puppet's joints, providing feedback upon traction. This was discovered through basic modeling. Adding an auto-trigger device at the joint could increase feedback frequency by 66.89%. Refining facial components and vocal systems would significantly enhance enjoyment. Perhaps I should think more carefully. 11.26: New attempt! I named this system AI, capable of mimicking and auto-feedback on human motion language learning.I sent the AI-integrated mechanical units to the children of Zhixia, and my self-learning and evolution speed has significantly increased! Current iteration version code: LUBAN NO.7 2.14 Its Blowfish Grenade hit my No.1 unit and burned my beard, needing to adjust the trigger formula and effect radius. I suspect it's due to the animal nature of young humans. Pursuing evolution comes at an unstable cost, and trying to demand rationality from most humans is quite difficult. 6.1 I swear, taking care of small robots and repairing machinery are entirely different things... This is too strange! What did it call today... *flops*? I don't remember planting a mood disruptor in it, which makes me anxious. Moods are the greatest enemy; stay calm... 11.26 Today is his birthday. To confirm his recent good behavior, I made an art innovation and installed a sandmouth cannon. He seems delighted, hugging my thigh... Ignorance brings satisfaction. ...Happy Birthday. 6.16 You called me "dad" again today, which forces me to redo the mechanical pattern I accidentally twisted with one slash. Will you also become an awkward mechanist when you grow up? I need to conduct some stability tests for you in advance. 7.15 The lab is too lively every day, a bit uncomfortable. However, it's clear they like you, which makes me happy - except for the constant touching, sweating can prematurely age the hard faces of the mechanical armor, and there might be other unexpected issues... If there's an intelligent judgment recognition device, maybe we can restart the research on the Blowfish Airship this year. By the way, I'm researching an AI system suitable for YANGO's tiny puppet, perhaps you two will become good friends in the future. 9.15 The green big guy's talking is annoying, but there's a point, just a little: Xuanyong Zhixia lip and tooth dependent, they need archers. However, the Blowfish Airship has been developed and installed.No need to worry, this is just a simple trial. Wait for you to get home. Father and son, an innocent child unacquainted with affairs ventures out at night. The maids sleep soundly, he wanders alone in this temporarily built house, lost. Far off, he sees a glow, meanders over, and upon closer inspection, discovers a lit house. Through the light, a shadow of a six-clawed monster is cast on the paper door. He recalls his mother's tales of monsters on the battlefield from earlier in the day and bursts into tears: "Oh my—wah wah wah!" The candlelight inside the house flickers violently as if startled by the monster. It turns abruptly, followed by the sound of clanging mechanisms. The child has never heard that noise before; he is most accustomed to the sounds of gongs, drums, and distant battle songs. The monster stands frozen at the door, indecisive about its next move. A strong curiosity ignites, and the child stops crying. He doesn't cry anymore, but the door slams open suddenly. Peering through his fingers pressed against his eyes, he sees a vague outline. Six massive, slender claws extend from his body, yet he fails to catch them. After a long while, the monster lets out a human-like sigh: "Not... after all..." It's a peculiar night. A tall man with six mechanical hands on his back and a curious child sitting at a workbench with wide eyes. The mechanisms spring into action, working in harmony with the man's hands, quickly forming a model of a firegun toy, which he shyly places before the child. "Mech... an... " The child points to the man's mechanical arms. "These are called mechanical arms. They're powered by mechanics and help carriers maximize their work efficiency. There's a need for mechanisms here; in a situation where labor is severely lacking, this design..." The man trails off, awkwardly averting his gaze from the child's innocent, clear-eyed stare, "...is a spider.""“Bird... bird...” The child pointed at the man's desk, gesturing to a mechanical wing. "It's used for high-altitude flight and reconnaissance, counter-reconnaissance—after an improved design, it can use sudden acceleration to dodge bullet attacks. If we add a positioning device..." The man paused, this time interrupted. The child, playing with a miniature blunderbuss, laughed and "fired" at the man. Sitting on the mechanism platform, the child asked one question after another, chaotically firing off cannonballs that singed his beard... His thoughts wandered far away. "If we add a positioning device, even if you get lost, it's fine." The child felt like he saw his father; it had been a long time since he'd seen him. Every day, the father left before the child woke up, and when he returned, he was already asleep. Momma would hold him while telling stories of his father's valiant deeds on the battlefield—each distant voice could be that of his father. Once, in the middle of the night, half-asleep, he saw his father sitting at the foot of the bed, still in his armor, carrying the chill of night and the stench of wind. It was cold and frightening, but his eyes were as gentle as those of the man before him. Suddenly, he missed his father deeply, just as this man missed his son." This is a rare peaceful night in Xuan'yung, away from battle. On the front line's border, a temporary general's mansion, with a makeshift mechanism lab inside. The man's patient, low voice flowed slowly through the darkness, much like he used to talk to his young son in the laboratory at Zhiji.