Chapter 747: Inferior Civilization

you don't know what that means

Once you start, you can't start again, the circles spread again and again

If fish swim in the scenery, you may be another you

As butterflies explode like metal one by one, burn and die

Wherever I see, only traces of you remain

——Excerpt from "October Water" by Zhang Zao

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Tens of thousands of battleships were ignited again, turning into tens of thousands of burning flying swords, heading for the depths of the distant universe.

Those flames with a faint blue luster are not the burning of real things, but more like some kind of light flow. It didn't take long for those burning flying swords to disappear without a trace, and they went to nowhere. There was nothing around the huge red fireball except the corpse dust of the extraterritorial demon.

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"Brood! That's the real brood! The defense is extremely strong, and the strength of the pulse attack can pass through the thickest alloy plate. To destroy it requires at least a squadron. I don't believe it will be killed by one person!"

"I've said it many times, he's a liquid metal robot, not a real human being."

"I have also said many times that this is impossible! Spectral analysis shows that his body is not metal at all, but is composed of an unknown element, and look at his skin and hair... Where can there be such a good bionic material? The biggest logical question is, if it is a liquid metal robot, why does it simulate the appearance and even the distribution of internal organs of a human being? This makes no sense. In addition, where is his microprocessor? You have scanned it more than 700 times. Have you seen a processor and found an information channel?"

"After receiving the information, the Academy of Sciences believes that he is very likely to be a relic of ancient civilization."

"Please, how many years has the ancient civilization been destroyed? Even if our ancestors had reached this level of civilization, how could it be possible to preserve a robot so well?"

The blue sky scatters uniform light outside the window, which feels unreal, but it is enough to illuminate the empty laboratory very brightly. Two scientists stood outside the transparent protective cover, watching what was arguing inside. After an unknown amount of time, the male scientist among them suddenly said, "Did you get the application last time?"

They tried all types of cutting tools in the planetary base, but the body of the experiment target was so tight and hard that it was impossible to take samples, so they had to report to the Academy of Sciences, hoping to send a dynamic field separator over.

The reason why it is necessary is because the Academy of Sciences will definitely agree to their request, but there must be many colleagues who have come over with the dynamic field separator.

Faced with such an astonishing discovery, no scientist would like to miss it.

The older female scientist with a gentle face shook her head and gave an unexpected answer.

"The dean was worried that it would damage the internal structure of the experimental target, so he called back the application... But don't be too happy, the dean will come by spaceship, and it may take another 20 days."

The male scientist sighed. He didn't know whether it was regret or fear. He looked at the experiment target on the stage and said, "To be honest, I don't even have the heart to cut off a single hair of his."

The female scientist was a little puzzled and asked, "What do you mean?"

"This is a work of art." The male scientist looked away, looked at her and said very seriously: "This is the most perfect work of art in the universe, and the slightest damage to him—even cutting off his nails—is a crime."

The female scientist looked at the experiment target for a long time, acquiesced to her companion's opinion, and said, "So he can't be a human being. Even if he does the ten most expensive genetic optimizations and receives the blessing of the priestess, he can't be so perfect."

"He is the most perfect work of art, but not perfect. The real perfection is incomplete. The most precise scan found a very small fine line at the corner of his eye, probably at the atomic level. You don't know how beautiful that fine line is under the lens of an electron microscope."

The male scientist was talking endlessly, his eyes couldn't help falling on the stage again, and he said with emotion: "If he is a living person, I will definitely fall in love with him hopelessly."

The female scientist said: "No matter from which point of view, if he is alive, he should be a man."

The male scientist spread his hands and asked innocently, "Is this important?"

Metal is everywhere in the laboratory, and under the warm light from the blue sky outside the window, it is glowing white, but there is no feeling of coldness.

There is a metal platform in the middle of the transparent protective cover. On the platform lies a naked man, both in appearance and body.

Suddenly, the man opened his eyes, looked at the two scientists outside the protective cover, and said without any emotion in his eyes, "Huh?"

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The retreat room at New World College is as quiet as the name suggests.

More than a dozen students sat cross-legged on the ground, closed their eyes, and remained motionless for a long time, but their eyelids kept trembling slightly, obviously their eyeballs were turning from time to time, as if they were looking at something.

After an unknown amount of time, a student opened his eyes, fell backwards on the floor in boredom, crossed his legs and said, "If it wasn't for Zhong Lizi's book, I would definitely not be able to read it."

Another student opened his eyes, rubbed his sore neck, and said, "But don't tell me, she can update 100,000 words a day, at least she can read enough, right?"

The previous student made a cut and said, "With consciousness capture, I can write 600,000 words a day!"

"There is not a single typo or spoken language, and there is no trace of intelligent modification. She obviously used manual input."

One after another, students opened their eyes and joined the discussion.

"Manual input can actually write 100,000 characters? When did she break through the realm? No, even if her realm is raised by three levels, it is impossible for her hand speed to be so fast."

"Her family's situation is not good, she may be in a hurry to make money, otherwise it would be impossible for her to turn gray at such a young age..."

"She and I are classmates in the first class. It is said that she had a problem during the second gene development."

"It's far away. Don't talk about a daily update of 100,000 words. The key is to look at the content of the story. What time is it? It's still writing about cultivating immortals. It's so old-fashioned and boring, just like the title of the book."

"That's right, the name Da Dao Chao Tian is too common."

"The title of the book and the plot are easy to say. The giant is quite cute, ten years old is very annoying, and the child's face is so pitiful... But the male protagonist is too boring, with a dead face all day long, flat characters, and no personality!"

"ah!"

Accompanied by the sound of drinking and slamming the door, a young girl walked into the retreat room.

The girl was about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a plain Taoist uniform, with silver hair tied behind her back, looking extremely sassy, ​​and shouted angrily at the classmates: "Cultivation is so old-fashioned! How old-fashioned! Can't a hundred thousand words stop your mouths! And you, what is characterless? You will give an explanation when you look back, and that explanation is so good, I almost cried when I read it."

A student couldn't help but said: "But it's easy to forget the front of this story after reading the back. Even if you explain it well later, what's the use?"

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The silver-haired girl Zhong Lizi was walking on the campus path, a little downcast, and the Taoist uniform fluttering in the wind also lost a lot of energy. When she came to the edge of the cliff at the end of the path, she looked up at the stars spinning at high speed in the night sky, as well as the high platforms hidden in the clouds and mist, with an expression of envy and yearning on her small face.

I don't know how long it took to watch, the longing and envy turned into exhaustion and helplessness, she jumped down the cliff, and the Taoist clothing was blown up by the wind, turning into a dandelion.

After floating for a long time, the light in the sky gradually dimmed, her speed also gradually slowed down, and she landed on the ground.

Compared with the cliffs where the college is located and the worlds hidden in the clouds and mist, the world here is always gloomy, and the lights in the buildings are so dim. Fortunately, it is not as wet, dirty and dangerous as described in those end-time movies.

She walked into an ordinary apartment building, returned to her home through scanning, reached for a glass of water and drank it in one gulp, and then collapsed on the sofa.

Looking at the closed bedroom door, thinking about the evaluation of the novel by her classmates today, she couldn't help shouting angrily: "Everyone says your novel is boring, even if you spend money to buy permission to put it on the Internet, you can't make money. Don't expect me to pay for it!"

There was no response in the bedroom, it was still so quiet, as if no one was there. She walked to the door and knocked hard twice, and said: "Now the academy website has been updated to see Tong Yan go to see Jing Jiu and Liu Ci to let them steal the Qingtianjian, the response is still very ordinary, what should I do next? I have read what you wrote later, and there is not a single climax! Even when San Yue died, she was a bit sad when she was born, and she couldn't cry happily. The last ascension was so dull, you are not strong enough! After the ascension, you have to write seriously!"

The door was still closed, and the people inside ignored her.

She couldn't help it, and opened the door forcefully.

A teenager in sportswear and a hat is sitting in front of the window, not knowing what he is looking at.

She thought to herself what a weird person, actually wearing a hat at home, and said, "I'm asking you, tell me first, where did he go after he ascended?"

The boy was silent for a while, then replied, "He just came to this world."

When Zhong Lizi heard this answer, he was stunned for a moment, then hugged his head and screamed.

"What a mess! This way no one will read it! Do you think the connection between the world of cultivating immortals and the interstellar era is very fresh! I don't know how many people have written it! This so-called fusion of themes is the worst choice! It's like a deformed freak! How dare you write like that! I don't care! You have to change it for me!"

After saying this, she slammed the door shut.

The boy ignored her reaction and still looked out of the window quietly.

It is very low here, far away from the starry sky, and only a tiny corner of the universe can be seen, and the starlight scattered outside the window is extremely faint.

The starlight fell on his face and became a little bit brighter, which was very beautiful.

It has been 1.6 million breaths since Jing Jiu came to this world.

Based on the time here, it should be twenty days.

He still hasn't fully figured out what's going on here.

The only thing that can be determined is that this is an inferior civilization compared to Chaotian Continent.

But the word civilization was only learned by him when he came here.

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