The 24th Century Warrior Became a Fake Heiress novel Chapter 283

Chapter 283 Pure Output

That gorgeous blue hue was living proof of the raw power packed inside her grandfather’s prototype.

It was far from an ordinary cell—it was an ultra-high-density power source outputting immense voltage spikes.

Put bluntly, it functioned almost like a miniaturized fusion core, releasing astronomical levels of energy!

Yet because its output was so violent, the experimental alloy housing couldn’t contain the charge.

No wonder the lab detonated eight years ago.

The structural tolerance of the casing was outmatched by the power density, failing to contain the charge and exploding upon intake.

Isabella finally understood what Raymond meant by lacking a specialized composite alloy.

In all his recent trials, the cells either failed to activate or self-destructed the moment current flowed through…

The housing simply couldn’t withstand the load!

Making a stable replication in that era was practically impossible.

A sense of helpless amusement washed over Isabella:

Yet once the diagnostic bottleneck became clear, a faint smile graced her lips.

Fortunately, this was a problem with an effortless fix.

In the world she hailed from, high-entropy composite alloys were as common as everyday bread.

After all, survival in that era depended entirely on cutting-edge materials science.

Flashes of countless high-grade alloy formulas scrolled through her memory in an instant.

She didn’t know which formula would best pair with her grandfather’s architecture just yet.

Once his technical blueprints arrived, she would analyze the load tolerances in detail.

If anything needed calibrating, she could tweak the composite ratios on the fly.

‘Isabella finalized her plan in her thoughts.

Just then, her phone buzzed with an incoming text notification.

“Bella, come hang out!

“I’m taking you to an awesome spot.”

It was a message from Noah.

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Arching a brow, Isabella typed back, “Where to?”

Westbrook Academy had scheduled a brief break after midterms, and Isabella hadn’t spoken with Noah’s group for days.

The moment she sent the reply, Noah fired back almost instantly.

“You’ll see when we get there.

“Hurry up, I’m waiting outside the front gates of Carter Manor.”

Noah knew Isabella practically lived at the Carter estate these days.

Besides, Margaret insisted on cooking for her every evening, keeping her around the clock.

Reading the text, Isabella pocketed her phone after a brief pause and walked toward Carter Manor’s front gates.

Noah was idling on a side road just past the main gate.

Wearing a matte-black racing helmet and a sleek leather jacket, his long legs straddled a massive, menacing black superbike, his eyes lighting up the moment Isabella stepped outside.

A roguish grin tugged at the corner of his lips.

vving the throttle, the heavy superbike roared to life, surging straight toward Isabella with a low rumble.

rr!

de executed a flawless drift, sliding to a halt inches from Isabella before nodding toward the pillion seat, Hop on.”

Tossing a matching black helmet into her hands, he added, “Strap it on and let’s roll.”

Show-off.

Isabella raised an amused brow, strapping the helmet on before swinging her leg over the seat, prompting Noah to smirk, “Hold on tight.

“Today, you get to witness true track mastery!”

Noah was brimming with pride.

Having aced his midterm exams, his father had nearly thrown a three-day celebration banquet, granting him days off with strict orders forbidding Ethan from curbing his fun.

He co

show off his riding skills in front of Isabella.

with military duties anyway and couldn’t stop him even if he wanted to!

y given him the green light.

s with a half-smile, Isabella recalled how Noah had convinced Steven to bring Kevin

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Arching a brow, Isabella typed back, “Where to?”

estbrook Academy had scheduled a brief break after midterms, and Isabella hadn’t spoken with Noah’s group for days.

The moment she sent the reply, Noah fired back almost instantly.

“You’ll see when we get there.

“Hurry up, I’m waiting outside the front gates of Carter Manor.”

Noah knew Isabella practically lived at the Carter estate these days.

Besides, Margaret insisted on cooking for her every evening, keeping her around the clock.

Reading the text, Isabella pocketed her phone after a brief pause and walked toward Carter Manor’s fron

gates.

Noah was idling on a side road just past the main gate.

Wearing a matte-black racing helmet and a sleek leather jacket, his long legs straddled a massive, menacing black superbike, his eyes lighting up the moment Isabella stepped outside.

A roguish grin tugged at the corner of his lips.

Revving the throttle, the heavy superbike roared to life, surging straight toward Isabella with a low rumble.

Skrrr!

He executed a flawless drift, sliding to a halt inches from Isabella before nodding toward the pillion seat, “Hop on.”

Tossing a matching black helmet into her hands, he added, “Strap it on and let’s roll.”

Show-off.

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