Jiang Chan transmigrated from the apocalypse into a melodramatic novel filled with continuous natural disasters: drought, floods, locust plagues, epidemics... and even interwoven with various stran...
Each "spot of light" seemed to contain a tiny, chaotic fragment of information, flashing by like a broken piece of glass.
[Energy wavelength characteristics detected: high-frequency oscillation with chaotic annihilation properties...]
[Information fluctuation patterns detected: fragmentation, non-linearity...]
[Recorded morphological characteristics: irregular energy turbulence, dissipation of edge information...]
The system panel displays strings of data and terms.
Jiang Chan couldn't understand it, but she could sense that the system was frantically recording and analyzing this faint energy flow, trying to understand its "essence" and "appearance".
This analysis only lasted a short time before the backlash subsided.
But Jiang Chan felt as if her mind had been stirred up again, and she felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.
"No...too weak...not enough samples..." she gasped for breath.
In the time that followed, whenever she felt even the slightest ripple of backlash, no matter how weak, she would immediately seize the opportunity, enduring the extra pain, to let the system analyze and record it.
Once, twice, five times... each time was like dancing on a knife's edge, and the slightest mistake could attract the guards' attention.
After two days, her face became even paler and her eyes became even more "dull," but no one knew that the database in her mind was gradually being filled.
The system's characteristic model of the backlash energy from the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion is also being continuously improved.
[A preliminary model for the energy characteristics of the backlash has been established, predicting an error rate of approximately 35% for high-intensity backlash characteristics from the Sky-Gazing Mirror. Further calibration with more high-intensity samples is needed.]
35% error...
Jiang Chan's heart sank.
It's like trying to thread a needle blindfolded—the success rate is extremely low.
The torrent of power from the Sky-Gazing Mirror was hundreds or thousands of times faster than these sporadic backlashes. A slight deviation could result in a failed graft, which was a minor matter; if it was discovered, the graft would be crushed immediately.
what to do?
Where can we find "high-intensity samples" for calibration? Are we supposed to wait until three days later, when we actually face the telescope, and gamble on that 65% chance?
Just as Jiang Chan was extremely anxious, the heavy iron door of the prison was opened once again!
"Guihai...hurry up! What are you dawdling for!"
The impatient shouts of the guards came like whips.
Jiang Chan shuddered and almost reflexively propped herself up from the cold ground.
The "Guihai" brand mark on my wrist is painfully hard.
Beside her, a young man as thin as a bamboo pole with a numb gaze and an old woman with gray hair who was trembling incessantly also struggled to their feet.
Three days.
In just three days, the tearing sensation that penetrated deep into his soul did not dissipate; every time he concentrated, it felt like steel needles were being stirred in his brain.
She looked just as weak, numb, and resigned as the other two patients.
"Go!" The guard shoved them roughly and opened the heavy iron gate.
Once again, I embarked on the path leading to the Heavenly Gazing Palace.