Chapter 99 (Catching Bugs)
The place where the consciousness body is placed is the basement. When Chen Jian went there, the surface building above the basement was empty. The messy bunk beds were crowded together, and the fast food objects on the ground were still emitting faint heat.
With just one glance, Shen Jian knew what they had done.
Obviously, they ran away. Not to go out, not to look for food, but to escape.
The leader looked at the messy slum almost gently.
He could understand why they would abandon the "God" who had protected them for so long and run away. Life is still the most important thing in the hearts of most people.
Even though the god was their enemy, in fact, he was really nice to this group of civilians. They were not unaware of the existence of this "god" and had tacitly accepted his protection, but they still chose to escape in the end.
The data showed that he may have protected the city in Area A for thirty years.
At the moment of life and death... Shen Jian thought for a while and felt that he might still forgive some of his subordinates who betrayed him. What he meant was that it would be better if they didn't meet. If they met, they would definitely be given the fastest and most painless death.
The leader thought with great tolerance that he hoped they could run farther away and never be found by him.
But it was clear that his subordinates didn't think so.
"..." Shen Xiuzhu glanced at the scene calmly. The mechanical body quickly occupied a favorable position. He sneered, "Deserter. Your leader is still down there, and you are down..."
He kicked open several berths, and the echo of his military boots on the concrete floor was crisp. Shen Xiuzhu quietly observed the floor under his feet for a while, and suddenly raised his hand to summon a hot weapon.
The robot moved at the command, and the blade broke through the temporarily blocked hole like chopping cabbage. The telescopic arm unfolded and caught the floor that was broken into neat squares, revealing a 4-square-meter entrance underneath.
“Don’t say that, Shen Xiuzhu.” Shen Tu shrugged as he stood closest to Shen Jian, his coat already draped over his arm.
"Maybe they don't regard that thing as a leader?" He said briskly without even looking at the hole, but then he realized something, his back tensed again, and his face changed slightly.
He quickly glanced at the expressionless Shen Jian and bowed his head slightly: "Sir, I mean, our loyalty to you is clear to all."
Shen Jiandan leaned on the scepter and glanced at Shen Tu.
He knew that Shen Tu was trying to liven up the atmosphere, but Shen Jian was not in a very good mood, so he decided not to answer: “I don’t believe it.”
Shen Tu's face fell, and instantly turned into a depressed dog head.
Shen Xiuzhu seemed to have anticipated this, and replied very respectfully: "I hope you won't include me in the group of 'we' in Shen Tu's sentence."
Shen Jian also glanced at Shen Xiuzhu, and then replied calmly: “I don’t believe it.”
Shen Xiuzhu: “…”
Seeing that his subordinates were more frustrated than himself, Shen Jian's mood quickly improved by a few percentage points. With a relaxed look, he went over in his mind the speculations and countermeasures he and his two peers had made.
Just two hours ago, under the gaze of Shen Jian, the silver-haired god made a hypothesis for him that only needed to be proven: as long as it is confirmed that "world consciousness" can construct a certain virtual space, or can manipulate the "thinking consciousness" of intelligent races, then "He" must not belong to this world.
Unless He has the same determination to die as the leader, after all, as long as the proposition that "the existence of two isotopes will inevitably lead to the destruction of the world" is rooted in their hearts, the interests of the world itself will be harmed.
In other words, the beneficiaries are…
Shen Jian stopped thinking about it, raised his hand and pressed the chip hidden under the gloves and skin, and said softly, "Let's go, my lords."
The subordinate stared at the endless descending stairs for a while and murmured sarcastically: "Is this useful?"
Shen Jian stood at the entrance and tapped the snake-shaped scepter in his hand as a walking stick, looking unsurprised.
"This is the safest way to hide in Area A." Shen Jian explained gently, "The most expensive material in this area is the concrete core."
"Oh." Shen Tu blinked in surprise. He was not surprised at all that the leader knew something he had not seen in the documents. "Then, I need to say it again: the death of the control console is not unjust."
Shen Jian paused for a second, but quickly continued.
The leader turned his head slightly to look at his subordinates, and chuckled for a while: "In fact, no one is wronged."
"If Wu Yanta dies one day, it won't be unfair to Wu Yanta."
As soon as he finished speaking, the faces of his subordinates behind him changed one after another. Almost all of them turned their heads to the side, subconsciously showing an attitude that they were unwilling to hear such words.
Shen Jian was a little helpless, but he just shook his head.
.
Even though the scene he simulated was the leader's room, Shen Jian did not sit in the leader's seat. At the beginning, the person sitting there was [Xu Yinmo].
Shen Jian stood where Xu Yinmo once stood.
The unclearly patterned carpet absorbed all the leader's cold thoughts. He looked coldly at the person who was smiling at him, and thought calmly that if Xu Yinmo could still survive after everything was over, the first thing he would do was to kneel on the ground in shock and panic and ask Shen Jian not to give up on him.
...taking the position of leader, even if it was not his own intention at the time...
Shen Jian almost doubted whether this [World Consciousness] was torturing his mentality or Xu Yinmo's mentality.
Of course, this was effective. At least when he first saw Xu Yinmo, he did have some uncontrollable subtle emotions. This was not a provocation from him, but a sense of territory engraved in his bones.
A kind of discomfort caused by a reversal of status.
Shen Jian glanced at [Xu Yinmo] opposite him, without expressing any opinion, and waited indifferently for the other party to speak first.
The other party sat there with a smile on his face, looking almost identical to the person in Shen Jian's memory. He seemed confident about the only negotiation that was about to take place.
Obviously, this world consciousness has never thought about the possibility of failure.
He was exactly like Mo Yi imitating Shen Jian's expression, his eyes curved, and a smile appeared on his numb mouth, "How is it? You know, your universe is about to collapse and perish like this room."
He opened his hands and gently snapped his fingers.
The water waves are surging.
The butterfly on the specimen struggled to flap its wings nailed to the frame, tearing its own delicate and beautiful weapon, carving sharp bone spurs on the wall. The artillery fire passed by Chen Jian's hair at an angle, burning a strange black hole on the carpet at his feet, and the bottomless abyss made people's desire to vomit infinitely expanded.
The expanding black and white overlapping circles rotated towards Chen Jian, like a picture of a pressure test, flooding into his mind from all directions. Chen Jian was in a trance for a moment, but when he opened his eyes, he saw that the leader's room was still normal. The nausea, as if he had been thrown around a thousand times, went straight into his brain nerves, directly isolating all solutions from the most fundamental place.
The god wantonly displayed his new technology that was different from that of the weaker world. He was eager to prove to the opponent in this alien world that even if his own body could only fall heavily into the ruins, he could still destroy him effortlessly.
Shen simply stared at the things that the human brain fears the most.
He didn't even move, calmly clearing his mind of all the relevant matters, staring at Xu Yinmo for a while, and curled his lips.
He thought that he might know what technology this "god" mastered.
A metaverse that is simulated by brain nerves, neural currents and other technologies that they have never touched upon, and is...
Semi-finished product.
This technique couldn't even break through the habitual defense that Shen Jian's brain automatically formed.
Shen Jian simply couldn’t control the joy that surged from his heart.
His fingertips were trembling. A strong sense of hope surrounded him from all directions, much faster than the familiar feeling of nausea. He almost wanted to laugh out loud.
But the leader managed to hold back.
"Perhaps, you don't know how much pain the human brain suffers from continuous long-term concentrated thinking." Shen Jian held his breath and stared at Him for a while, then quickly shifted his gaze away, as if he didn't even want to keep his eyes on that person. He sat on the small sofa, indifferent to the dizziness in his subconscious that could drive a person crazy.
He was stunned for a moment, as if shocked that Shen Jian could still think rationally and clearly. He opened his mouth and then closed it tightly.
"How could a technology that acts on the brain nerves or intelligence control range of a living being fail? That's what you mean." Shen Jian lowered his eyes, crossed his hands on his knees, and glanced sideways in annoyance.
Regardless of the man's sudden standing up, the leader was almost amused: "Perhaps these dizziness and pain have been lasting in a person's brain for a long time?"
"Impossible." Xu Yinmo was expressionless at this moment, like a machine. He frantically searched all the cases in the past thousand years, and finally gritted his teeth and said firmly, "In my database, no one has ever won against me in the spiritual realm."
How could a creature be able to do that?!
He calculated mechanically that the limits of intelligent creatures were only stagnant before spiritual research!
The leader curled his lips silently and did not comment on it, as if it was really just a trivial matter not worth mentioning: "Now I have it... But it's not important."
He said it easily.
It was as if his brain, which had been in precise calculations almost all the time since the opening of the Tower of Invisibility, had never spent all night calculating arcane formulas and research data; as if he had never sat up from the bed countless times to force himself to maintain the speed of his brain's thinking by correcting documents; or perhaps he had never concealed from everyone his headaches and nausea that were getting worse day by day.
Only twice did Shen Jian, still a teenager, allow the leader to touch his forehead.
The leader's palm was close to his blood vessels through two layers of skin, and his beating heart was jumping on his forehead, traveling through countless time and space to briefly comfort two tired and desperate souls.
The leader did not seem to realize how great or shocking he was. He simply described the probing as a performance before the negotiation and started the next round without hesitation: "I am curious about how you, as an intelligent creature, can have self-awareness..."
The leader spread his hands, seemingly not caring at all that he was still in the territory constructed by the other party. The empty space in front of him was reflected in his black pupils, and the light was diffuse and peaceful.
"Perhaps you could tell me about it?" He lowered his voice very low. "I'm very curious about you."
He stared at Shen Jian indifferently for a while. The leader's back was pressed tightly against the sofa, as if he could only maintain his sitting position with this support. His fingertips were still trembling slightly, and sweat was slowly dripping from his chin, which was wiped away by his hand without making a sound.
His face was much paler than when he first entered this space, and even his eyes, which were as bright as the night sky, had dimmed a lot.
Does he look like he's alright? He twisted his unknown emotions and thought maliciously, so what if he's the most "valuable" leader of a new universe?
Even if other races have fallen to the point of having to survive in other universes, the technology they possess is enough to crush everyone!
"certainly."
He looked like he was watching a cute little ant persistently pulling at his trouser legs and begging him to tell him why he wanted to kill his companion. With a faint sense of pity and condescension, he said, "Humans are not the only intelligent species in the universe. Mr. Shen Jian, you should be able to guess it, right?"
The corners of Shen Jian's mouth flattened imperceptibly for a moment, his eyes still staring straight ahead at the place that seemed to be a wall and a black hole. His black gloves had been half-pulled down, and he put his fingers in, maintaining the same movement.
"So what?" To be honest, Shen Jian didn't want to listen to the other party's nonsense.
No matter what intelligent species there are, or even if an interstellar war breaks out, it has nothing to do with Chen Jian right now - the capable ones will go first, and this kind of thing will first fall on the head of the silver-haired god, or at worst on the tens of millions of more powerful Wuyan Towers in other worlds. It has nothing to do with them, who are ordinary, weak, helpless, and have been pitifully circulating in a cycle for thousands of years.
If the other party only has this technology to build a semi-finished metaverse... although it is unlikely...
The black-haired man knocked on the handrail a little impatiently, but still glanced at Xu Yinmo resignedly.
Since the opponent didn't kill him right away, it meant that this thing didn't have the ability to directly launch a destructive force.
But it's also very difficult.
Shen Jian couldn't even bet on whether He had the ability to pull the entire world or even the universe into this virtual realm. Just because he was used to these vomiting and dizziness didn't mean that others wouldn't be driven crazy.
Sometimes, "losing the ability to think" is far more terrifying than "losing life".
Shen Jian's left hand still reached into the right glove and fiddled with the palm twice, rubbing it thoughtfully.
He just wanted to know one thing so badly that he had to deal with the other party.
"What can you say that can affect my interests?" the leader said with a smile.
He smiled and shook his head, “Chen Jian, I don’t believe you will really surrender to my clan, but… of course I can tell you.”
"The more the world twists, the higher the probability of collapse, because they are in the cracks of space-time, which is equivalent to another state where energy is continuously emitted inward, forming something similar to a black hole."
"So, they're very high energy - that's how you put it, don't you understand?"
Xu Yinmo's expression was very happy, his long black hair fell on the table. He seemed to be getting more and more adept at using this body. His dark blue fingertips tapped on the table, easily turning a dark blue color.
Shen Jian's brain froze and refused to continue thinking. After barely connecting to the nerve endings, he realized what those bruises were.
...It's not a bruise. A living person's body would not have such a dark blue color.
He lowered his eyelashes again to hide the subtle emotion that unconsciously flashed in his eyes.
Still a little angry. Shen Jian thought carelessly.
[Xu Yinmo] suddenly felt a fear that made this body shudder.
It was like the tip of a knife licking blood slowly extended out and smoothly pierced into a piece of fresh flesh. The person who had no intention of killing but had actually carried out the crime retreated behind the scenes with a smile of satisfaction, and then the boss behind the scenes walked out from behind the long curtain, applauding.
The young leader suppressed the urge to knock the thing off the leader's seat.
He laughed, took the knife and stabbed it into the wound again, speaking in a gentle but firm tone, "Are you the only one left in this tribe?"
The smile on Xu Yinmo's lips suddenly disappeared.
A huge and invisible mountain fell and pressed down on Shen Jian. The air was squeezed from all sides to the center. A feeling of suffocation lingered around Shen Jian. He soon held his breath, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not get oxygen exchange and it still eroded him at the fastest speed.
...nausea, lack of oxygen, dizziness, and an unbearable feeling of falling into the abyss.
“This is the virtual space I constructed, Shen Jian.” The guy sneered, with a trace of sadness and resolute anger in his pupils, “There is a saying in your universe that people have to bow their heads under the eaves, right?”
"Oh, sir." Shen Jian raised his eyes, and even the posture of folding his hands on his knees did not change. He seemed to be completely unaffected by the changes in the gravitational field and matter. Even his smile was a familiarity that the world consciousness read from "Xu Yinmo's" brain.
The young leader looked cheerful as if he were a host entertaining guests. "This is my world. You should respond to this."
He made the right bet, Shen Jian thought calmly. The other party was indeed just born, and although he had great strength, he did not have the wisdom comparable to that of a leader or a god.
The young leader even took the time to look at the rubbish in Xu Yinmo's skin across from him, his oxygen-deprived and sluggish brain maintaining minimal thinking capabilities.
He stood there for a moment with unsteady breathing, then suddenly walked to Shen Jian and grabbed his neck, his voice hoarse like a misfired dynamite, "Bullshit - forget it, how did you know?"
If their clan had not needed to consume a huge amount of energy to survive, they wouldn't be the only one left.
"Don't do this to Xu Yinmo's face." Shen Jian narrowed his eyes and said in a light tone, "I will have a slight urge to take you to the blocking punishment area."
"He's dead." The god sneered mercilessly, "By the way, how about destroying all the people in your Wuyan Tower as well?"
A dagger tempered with a dark green liquid appeared from the leader's sleeve, and he used his thumb to quickly poke at the tendons of the arm that was pinching his neck.
The feeling of the blade cutting through flesh was like dissecting a cold corpse. The dried black blood stuck to the blood vessels like a sticker and fell down in pieces like black confetti.
It was like a small black snow.
It was clearly his own knife that dropped first, but in the end it was the leader who attacked and stared in shock at the debris that fell on his body.
Shen Jian suddenly realized something and lowered his head deeply to hide his expression.
[Xu Yinmo] glanced at the thin, crisp skin on his wrist that was splitting like torn paper, "I thought your relationship between the monarch and his subjects was good, but it seems that you must confirm whether he is dead or not."
Shen Jian didn't say anything, just put his hands in his pockets, stood up and looked at Him silently.
Shen Jian said with some weariness, “Is this hard to guess, sir?”
"Let me sort out the whole story for you: you devoured other members of your tribe and survived. Your so-called 'fellow tribe', ah, if I'm not mistaken, will all be devoured by you in the future."
Therefore, all the technologies he obtained were semi-finished products, including the metaverse technology, weapon energy invalidation technology... and cloning technology that he has demonstrated today.
Shen Jian examined Xu Yinmo's expression for a while, then smiled warmly, "It looks like I guessed right."
"People always call creatures that are a thousand times stronger than themselves gods," the young leader smiled. He was able to piece together everything from the other party's expression with just four or five sentences, but his brain was left exposed to the long, scorching sun.
The coordinates of the moment when the huge rock fell on Xu Yinmo's head kept flashing through his mind.
…Where is it?
"But I don't think you need to be called 'He' by me. Your species relies on electronic devices to survive? I think."
His expression suddenly became ferocious, and the leader's room was stuffed into a drum washing machine, twisting and spinning. Half of the simulated wall shattered as if it felt anger, and the exploded fragments passed across Shen Jian's face, but he didn't dodge.
The bright red liquid slid down the side of his face, hanging thickly at the corners, precariously.
...This person is also acting too emotionally.
Shen Jian raised his hand and wiped off the blood with his glove, once again sentencing this visitor from another world to death in his heart.
Xu Yinmo must have realized this, because the last message he sent back was "maybe we can't move", not "no movement". Then, in order to prevent this from being leaked, the invaders from another world detonated the collapse.
Shen Jian said calmly, "You don't act like a god at all."
At least the silver-haired god in Shen Jian's family treated everyone impartially and indifferently, and didn't even bother to give the emotional module a bit of energy.
However, this "god" has always relied on his own simple emotions.
[Xu Yinmo]’s expression completely disappeared, and he looked at Shen Jian as if he was looking at a dead person, “Your delusion.”
He turned around and walked to the leader's position, his face still showing the coldness that he could not possibly lose, "Well, it seems that the memory of your subordinates is fair, and it is indeed the world's intelligent brain. But, so what, I..."
Shen Jian interrupted him calmly: “Guess what, if my subordinates outside do something bad to you under impulse, oh, maybe…”
The visitor wearing Xu Yinmo's shell laughed softly, not threatened by Shen Jian at all: “How do you think your subordinate died?”
Shen Jian stopped talking, his mouth flat, and he quietly stroked the scepter at the side of his hand.
"You brought a lot of weapons, but they will be ineffective under the force field." [Xu Yinmo] smiled and leaned back in his chair, subconsciously imitating the way Shen Jian in his memory turned the pen.
"In other words, the technology of this world is just a pile of scrap metal to me."
He was satisfied to see that Shen Jian's face had become even paler, and a small wound on his face had not stopped bleeding because of his deliberate control. In a short period of time, a pool of blood of moderate size fell on the ground.
Shen Jian stood there in silence, with only the photo frame with half of the butterfly's wings left in his eyes.
In the mental illusion, the half wing flapped tenaciously, trying to release itself back to the sky. The dried pattern broke away from the butterfly wings, enlarged and enlarged again, and rubbed against Shen Jian's clothes affectionately.
Thirty seconds.
Shen Jian counted his heartbeats almost calmly.
The figure in front of him suddenly appeared behind him. The long-haired subordinate covered him from head to toe like a shadow. He spoke in a low voice, as if bewitching, "How are you going to resist? If you accept my proposal now, I can let Wu Yan Tower go."
"Then why don't you kill me?" Shen Jian asked calmly, his dark pupils as calm as a well.
He did not move the astronomy button in his hand, but gently turned his head to look at the face that was only a few feet away from him, "...You can't move, let me think about it."
"You've been affected by Xu Yinmo's memories, right?"
[Xu Yinmo] took a step back suddenly, and his expression immediately became stiff as if it was deliberately controlled.
The leader looked at him and smiled calmly, then said calmly, "Kneel down and try, little dog?"
He deliberately used an extremely insulting word, and his tone was held tight due to some emotion.
[Xu Yinmo] felt his body's muscles trembling uncontrollably as if there were some residual memories. The things he could ignore backfired and wiped out his original consciousness. An impulsive joy burst from the cracks between his bones into his cells, and his knees bent little by little.
He was stunned for a second, then frantically calculated to eliminate this memory, staggered back two steps, and urgently distanced himself from Shen Jian.
"Just consciousness, eliminate..." He muttered for a while, suddenly realized something, and looked abruptly at the leader who was standing motionless in front of him.
Awareness, elimination? ? His? ?
"Ah, did you find it?" Shen Jian said gently, apologetically: "Consciousness is gradually disappearing? Sorry, but why don't we have weapons that are not affected by your position?"
"Blood loss will cause a slow heartbeat. The heartbeat is connected to a signal-sending sign. It's simple." The leader shrugged and waved his hand casually in front of Xu Yinmo's unwilling unconscious gaze. "Goodbye, my lord from another world."
The domain exploded with a loud bang, white light flashed, and Xu Yinmo's body shattered in the cracks. Shen Jian was forced to close his eyes, so he did not see him for the last time.
When Shen Jian opened his eyes again, he was standing in the center of the entire ruins of the basement. The sphere that was originally suspended in the sky fell to the ground. He stood on the only open space, and in front of him were his subordinates who just formed a concentric circle.
Each of them held a sword, a faint blue light covering the blade, and their faces were expressionless.
After a moment, Shen Tu was the first to put his sword back into the sheath, and walked to Shen Jian in the silent silence of the group of people, knelt down, and bowed his head.
Instantly, all the officers sheathed their swords, almost dropped their knees to the ground, and lowered their eyes.
"gentlemen."
"Welcome," he said devoutly.
The leader just hummed.
He took the disposable disinfectant wipe and wiped his hands: "Where is the consciousness?"
The Tower of Invincibility was unable to kill this parasite, and they were unsure whether it would be reborn on another machine.
This kind of thing needs to be handed over to two peers who have some level of experience.
Shen Xiuzhu also put away his sword, “In Shen Lanhe’s hands, it is initially estimated that it is a race that relies on data and energy equipment to survive, not an upgraded god.”
"Um."
Chen Jian threw the wet wipes into the ruins expressionlessly and issued the first order after everything came to an end: "Go pick up Xu Yinmo."
Shen Xiuzhu was stunned for a moment, then looked up suddenly: “Mr.?”
"He's not dead." Shen Jian said. "The body used by this god is a clone, a semi-finished product that was dragged from a two-dimensional plane to a three-dimensional one, and even the blood is fake paper."
"He read Xu Yinmo's memory, and our capable cadres personally mixed some explosive materials into the memory."
"...someone who even fooled me." The leader allowed his men to straighten his cloak, carefully adjusting his gloves and untangling every wrinkle.
After a pause, the young leader laughed very softly.
Shen Tu said nothing, narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the cadres present.
They all had their eyes downcast, and it was impossible to tell what they were thinking.
The leader calmly announced Xu Yinmo's assignment: "Very good. It seems that he is very suitable for the position of second authority."
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