Chapter 43 God-making Plan
Wu Fuyi has been a freak since he was a child.
Compared with other colleagues, his background is the most respectable.
He is one of the largest subspecies in the wasteland, with a strong background and pure blood. He has been trained as an heir since he was a child. The snow deer subspecies of the herbivorous tribe has difficulty reproducing, and because of this, he has been placed high hopes by the tribe since childhood. Everyone said that he would lead the tribe to the pinnacle of power and enslave other subspecies in this bloody wasteland world.
——But unfortunately, Wu Fuyi's hobby is not to play power games, nor is it to fight and kill.
He is a freak.
The inspiration for his hobby came from a few high-power discarded batteries he picked up from a warehouse when he was young. He put them in a glass bottle and connected them with steel wires, which would emit fine and dense electric lights like lines.
The child did not dare to make them at home, so he could only lie alone in the dim warehouse, with the flowing electric lights reflected in his pupils, which were almost crazy and slightly enlarged.
When he grew up, he would catch mice and frogs in the warehouse, dissect them, and then sew the internal organs back into their stomachs. He tried to make a simple little robot with discarded batteries. When the rough metal limbs were running, he stood in the shadows and watched the machines running around. He felt a secret and excited sense of relief in his heart.
It was a pity that this hobby must not be discovered by the tribe.
The young patriarch who would inherit the tribe in the future must not be a freak who was keen on dissection and useless scientific research.
"......"
"So, I really don't understand."
The first time Fu Jiao saw Wu Fuyi was in the dark prison of the sub-species tribe.
The young snow deer sat quietly with his knees hugged, his legs shackled, and his thin chin against his knees. Even when facing the woman who suddenly appeared in the darkness, he was not panicked or surprised at all - or rather, he seemed to have questioned his own existence.
After the fight within the tribe.
The Supreme God looked down at the young man who was so thin that he was unrecognizable. The angry Snow Deer seemed to have been hungry for many days, but he did not care about his physical condition.
"I really don't understand, I can obviously save them."
"Why... why don't you let me save them? Obviously I can..."
Before descending, Deng Baoying had already collected information about the young patriarch for her in an official manner.
He was deposed because he disobeyed the order of the patriarch and rescued those inferior subspecies who were plagued and dying.
In the dark wasteland era with unprecedented resource scarcity, most ethnic groups believed in the law of the jungle and conquered cities and plundered land. The weak subspecies who lost their homes would be treated as slaves for people to squander and play with, lose all human rights, and be regarded as private property and cheap labor tools.
As for those inferior subspecies who resisted, the slave owners would always use simple and effective methods such as cutting off the supply of food and water to make them remember for a long time.
Food shortages, water cuts, dirty and dark living environments, and high-intensity labor easily gave rise to mosquitoes and germs.
"I know."
The Supreme God bent down.
His bright, shining platinum-gold hair curled slightly on his shoulders, and he looked up in a daze, seeing God standing in the darkness, extending a soft and warm hand to him.
It was like a moment of sunlight coming in from a prison window, illuminating even the dirty, old walls.
"I see, you did nothing wrong."
"Humanity needs to get rid of the domination and support of fate and gods, and take control of the trajectory of civilization. In the face of illness, natural disasters and chaos, children cannot just hide behind their parents for protection - even though it will be an extremely long and difficult journey, are you willing to stand at the forefront of the development of human civilization and work diligently for the continuation of scientific research for the spark and power of civilization?"
Seeing the young man nodding in confusion and subconsciously, Fu Jiao smiled and pulled him up.
"Then it's settled."
"When the gods no longer pay attention to the world, you must also let your compatriots continue to move forward safely and steadily - prove to me that the existence of human beings is meaningful."
*
So, seven thousand years later, when Wu Fuyi proposed the "God Creation Plan".
Even he himself was a little hesitant.
"Humanity can no longer allow natural disasters to spread like this, and can no longer sit and wait for death like this - according to research reports, in a few hundred years at most, galactic storms and mutant tides will engulf all marginal galaxies, causing a devastating blow to the safety of federal citizens and federal order!! All of you here are well-known figures in the academic and scientific research circles. With so many people brainstorming, can't you think of even one solution?"
In that joint meeting attended by all the scholars in the entire scientific research community, Wu Fuyi sat in the top-floor box, watching his young and energetic students standing on the podium, speaking passionately.
I don't know when, a red figure has already stuck behind him.
"As expected of our Dean Wu Fuyi, the students he taught are so courageous... Hearing this makes me want to invest."
Guan Jiu leaned back in his chair and laughed softly, with a seductive charm as always: "But, he is not wrong... Doesn't the institute have a solution to the galactic storm? Do you really want to delay it for another 700 years? Or..."
The poisonous jellyfish blew into his ear and lowered his voice ambiguously: "Who else do you want to wait for to save you? Like a prince saving a princess?"
"Have you forgotten what you promised her?"
Wu Fuyi was already accustomed to the teasing of the slutty jellyfish. She was drinking water with a teacup and didn't want to pay attention to the other party, but when she heard the last sentence, she inevitably stiffened.
Guan Jiu saw him looking at him, and the corners of his eyebrows showed a hint of expected sneer.
"I know you have a plan that hasn't been announced to the public yet," Jellyfish sat down opposite him, resting his chin on his hand and looking at Wu Fuyi with a smile, "I heard that our dean worked tirelessly for two weeks to prepare for this plan, but destroyed the relevant records when it was about to be released... You are so secretive, I guess you must have something big to reveal."
"Remove the spies you planted here from me," Wu Fuyi said calmly, lowering his eyes and continuing to drink tea, "If you still want to continue to cooperate with the institute, don't keep sending little bugs to me."
"Also, if you want the plan documents, you can come and get them yourself... Don't you have a group of little mice?"
"How can it be more exciting to come and get it yourself than to listen to the dean's advice? You are not that crazy griffon, our dean is the most reasonable."
Guan Jiu smiled and did not avoid it. He just poured himself a bottle of the most expensive wine. His bright red curly hair flowed down his shoulders like a rolling flame.
"Come on, just talk to me as if we were old friends... talk to me?"
...
"God-making plan".
As the name suggests.
The Federation wants to create its own "god".
Wu Fuyi discovered the abnormality of Deng Baoying's gene chain through detection methods a long time ago.
——Obviously. The blood given to the griffon by the gods thousands of years ago still plays an indescribable role even after being diluted hundreds of times.
Compared to blood, the so-called "divine blood" is more like a kind of biochemical agent that causes high-intensity pollution and recombination of genes and cells. It
is highly concentrated and strong, and it unconditionally pollutes all living things that come into contact with it, causing their bodies and spirits to undergo mutations that are uncontrollable by the current Federation civilization.
"Through the technology of cloning and reorganizing cells, we can use the blood of God to create a brand new existence."
"This existence is not a 'God' in the true sense. Compared to God, it is more like a man-made biological weapon with stronger mental power and pollution than humans. It can affect the existence around it like 'her'. If nothing goes wrong, using this biological weapon, we can suppress the generation of galactic storms from the source."
"We can even... do more."
At this point, Wu Fuyi lowered his voice, but his pupils dilated slightly, showing an indescribable tremor: "That is the 'God' we created, which belongs only to humans."
"Just like the task she gave me at the time, even if the real God leaves, we can prove to her-"
"Prove the significance of human existence."
The box fell into silence, as if even Guan Jiu was shocked by this bold plan.
However, it took only a few minutes for him to come to his senses.
"If we want to implement it, we must not let the Griffin know about this plan... It is indeed a bit too risky, and..."
"Yes."
Wu Fuyi closed his eyes, pinched his nose and calmed down again: "We don't know what kind of pollution the divine blood - even after being diluted hundreds of times - contains. Once this humanoid weapon gets out of control, the situation will only get worse. This plan is too radical, I need to think about it carefully, and then discuss the exact arrangements with my colleagues..."
As he said, he opened his eyes and looked at Guan Jiu opposite him.
The gorgeous, fiery pupils of the poisonous jellyfish seemed to be filled with some different emotions.
From that moment on, many things could not be turned back.
*
After the academic meeting, the pirate movement was soon launched.
A few milliliters of blood sample stored by Deng Baoying in the research institute was missing, and the "God-making Project"* project report disappeared from his drawer.
Everything was displayed so clearly, and Guan Jiu seemed to want to turn his expectations into reality.
As an accomplice, Wu Fuyi did not participate in his crazy plan, but did not stop it, and even did not reveal it to Deng Baoying.
It is undeniable.
Xuelu also wants to know what kind of existence this plan will create.
Will it be as perfect as the Supreme God?
Will it lead the Federation to a new technological revolution?
If it really succeeded - would she blame herself after she knew it?
At that time, Wu Fuyi did not get a definite result because the Pirate Movement was severely besieged by the out-of-control Griffins. After Lynx had a prosthesis installed on one of his arms, Guan Jiu finally contacted him again.
This time, Guan Jiu did not seem to have the high spirits and pride of that day. From his expression, he seemed to regret it.
"The plan was successful, but it seems to be different from what we imagined."
Guan Jiu paused for a few seconds with his chin resting on his hand, and his expression was rarely hesitant and suspicious. After a long silence, he continued, "The project is declared permanently suspended. I will order people to hide it in the most unknown corner. It would be best if it is never found and no one ever wakes it up."
"That thing should not wake up."