Chapter 86 (Minor Repair)
Shen Pingyan was the first to realize that something was wrong when Shen Jian "voluntarily" stayed away from the leader's room for a long time.
The leader reached an agreement with them, which would support the leader in mobilizing about 30% of the forces in the Tower of Invisibility to study all the equipment in the ancient laboratory.
The document that the long-haired leader brought out from the living room was engraved with the leader's personal seal, which Shen An confirmed.
Of course, they might not imagine that Shen Jian stamped this seal out of great compassion for the leader and the silver-haired god’s broken brains.
——Yes, until now, Shen Jian gave himself an acceptable reason: these two people are crazy.
It's useless to reason with Fengpi. Shen Jian comforted himself in this way, turning a blind eye and letting the two carry out this step of the plan.
Although it seems that Chen Jian is the most passive now, in fact, Chen Jian still holds the final say.
At that time, even if the two were dissatisfied, they still chose to confront Shen Jian face to face instead of making decisions directly on his behalf.
Now the two of them still took action after Shen Jian agreed.
Even now, Shen Jian seemed to be imprisoned in the living room, but it was also the product of his own tacit consent.
Shen Jian sat on the luxurious single sofa that was theoretically changed once a month, and comforted himself with a forced smile: At least they are working, aren't they?
The leader carries with him information about converters from countless worlds. He will be the first to interpret the conversion data and destroy it, which will achieve twice the result with half the effort. Good; the silver-haired god uses the technology of his own world that Shen Jian cannot understand to reinforce the world wall. Good.
This was originally part of Shen Jian's plan. If we put aside the reasons and only look at the results, Shen Jian can even be said to be slacking off now.
…Although the fish I touched now were a little prickly, at least I could get seven hours of sleep every day. Wuyan Tower, this was a paradise that Chen Jian dared not even dream of a long time ago.
After thinking this way, Shen Jian came alive again, leaving the two disobedient peers behind, and happily looked at the most important content of his current investigation.
"The existence of world consciousness".
Shen Jian paused his gaze on Xu Yinmo's letter for a long time, and knocked on the table calmly for a while.
Shen Jian put down his crossed legs, stood up, turned sideways, and turned his eyes to the electronic blue screen beside him.
He made two random marks and simply listed a few questions.
First, prove the existence of world consciousness.
Second, force the world consciousness to appear.
Third, …kill the “world consciousness”.
Shen Jian read through them one by one, his eyes becoming cold and calm, just like the night when the biological agent was released in the Middle Ages.
He knew very well that if this consciousness, the true "Him", was proven to exist, it must be killed with one blow.
The "truth" rooted in the fact that "the simultaneous existence of homologous entities throughout the universe will inevitably lead to world shocks" has been proven to be "false."
So why did "He" implant this "truth" in the minds of all living things?
Shen Jian's pupils gradually cooled down, his pupils shrank slightly, and he lowered his eyes silently for a long while, revealing a very gentle smile.
“If, you are really conscious.” The leader of the Wuyan Tower stood up, cast his gaze towards the distant sky outside the glass window, and spoke lightly with honorifics.
"…Then, answer me, by doing this," the young leader paused, "are you trying to stop me, or other Shen Jian, from traveling through the world?"
As long as this "truth" exists, even if they realize the existence of the "cycle" of the universe, no matter which Chen Jian, or other geniuses who are shocked by Yanyan, will risk the collapse of the chain universe and cross the world to find a way to break the cycle.
In other words…
It is the world, realm, consciousness, that is blocking, stopping, the universe, ending, cycle, and collapsing.
Shen Jian stood in the blood-red dim light that shone into the room at dusk, and his expression could not be seen clearly.
After a while, the young leader smiled slowly.
"It seems that you have the same ending as Jörmungandr?" The black-haired leader said calmly, "Is it because you have lived too long that you are tired of living?"
"It seems that my choice of mechanical evolution as a silver-haired me makes sense."
The silver-haired leader probably only has his original brain which is still thinking. Emotions like "boredom", "sadness" and "loneliness" will never appear in his life.
Shen Jian's mood was strangely calm.
In fact, Shen Jian thinks the second and third ones are not very difficult.
He had no emotional fluctuations about dealing with gods, only a little bit of pity for the world consciousness.
Isn't it? There is a god he has tamed -
Sorry, he was wrong. He tamed it several reincarnations ago.
Shen Jian paused and thought calmly.
He really didn't want to admit that this brain-dead peer was the collaborator he had chosen for himself.
The young leader readily blamed the mistakes on his past self, and readily forgot that the long-haired leader he had chosen was also of the same character.
He had no idea what his subordinates were doing that made him dizzy.
The leader took the document and mobilized a part of the staff of the Wuyan Tower, but as time went on, the number gradually increased from 30% to 40%, and then increased to 50% after discovering that the processor of the "converter" was too large.
Except for those researchers who did not go out unless necessary to maintain the core operation of the Immortal Tower and the weapons depot, all the researchers lived next to the converter. As soon as they opened their eyes, they began to obsessively touch the data and parts that outsiders could not understand but were too exquisite in their eyes.
Shen Pingyan sat in his office, as always rejecting Shen Xiuzhu's outrageous plan to apply for 300 billion funds to bomb the northern theater, and pushed his glasses calmly.
Then, Shen Pingyan took out a piece of paper and began to write a report to Shen Jian expressionlessly.
He couldn't bear it anymore. Shen Xiuzhu had been increasing his workload for a week, but that was not the most important point.
Look at the amount of money this guy requested!? 300 billion!?
If it wasn't for the confirmation that Mr. was still alive, Shen Pingyan would really suspect whether Shen Xiuzhu was going to "learn" from the isomorph in the other world and run away with the stolen money.
In fact, Shen Pingyan's main job was financial officer. During the four years that the leader was in Wuyin Tower, he replaced some of his responsibilities in order to send out some of his subordinates who had not yet had time to get to the core. However, after Shen Jian came back, he did not change his responsibilities for the second time.
Shen Pingyan put the report in Solomon's hands, as if he had seen it, and sneered, "Tell Mr...."
He suddenly stopped for a moment, realized something, and looked up at Solomon.
……gentlemen?
Shen Pingyan's pupils dilated a little.
[Mr. Shen Pingyan? ]
A question mark appeared in the upper right corner of Solomon's little expression display, and his big eyes blinked.
"..." Shen Pingyan paused, "How long has it been since you heard the master calling you?"
[If the person with the highest authority takes the initiative, then there shouldn't be any.] Solomon answered smoothly, [I will stop in front of the third door in the living room and put down the documents.]
Shen Pingyan was silent for a while, lowered his eyes as if nothing had happened, and said calmly, "Yeah."
In the hidden corner of the table, his hands began to tremble uncontrollably, and the fear in his heart almost burst out of the ground.
There was a moment when he really wanted to rush into the living room, kneel beside his husband and tell him all his plans.
Shen Pingyan clearly realized that, sir, since you came back, you haven't seen anyone from Wuyan Tower.
He remained silent, still maintaining extremely high efficiency as he reviewed today's documents, stacked them neatly aside, and then slowly dialed Shen An's number.
"Shen An." The seemingly gentle man with gold-rimmed glasses folded his hands and said to the phone, "Sir, you haven't seen Solomon since you came back."
"This is quite abnormal." He lightly stopped the question that was about to be raised by the other end of the communication. His expression seemed very calm, but his eyes were distracted.
“Shen An, I believe you understand that, to some extent, a mechanical puppy has a higher status in Mr.’s heart than us—Solomon had already developed animal entity projection technology before Mr. left.”
“It’s normal that the gentleman hasn’t met us until now, but he hasn’t even met a researcher, or even Solomon.” Shen Pingyan lowered his eyes, “Shen An…”
There was a dead silence on the other end of the communication. For unknown reasons, the person suddenly fell into the air with a slight panicked gasp.
"Let's go see what the master is doing?" Shen Pingyan paused and raised a miserable smile with difficulty, "If, it's really as we think..."
Shen Pingyan lowered his eyes, his expression no longer the calmness that he had when he was forcibly clearing his mind when he was correcting the documents just now, but instead was uncontrollably filled with a layer of confusion and fear.
What if... What if the gentleman stayed indoors because he didn't want to see them, gave up on them... and lost all hope for them...
A disappointment that cannot be made up for even...
Shen Pingyan's fingertips trembled, and his eyes revealed a pain and sorrow that could not be concealed.
As long as he thought about this possibility, Shen Pingyan inevitably fell into suffocation that could lead to drowning, and a terrifying darkness appeared before his eyes.
After a short pause, Shen Pingyan picked up the cup.
The next second, the cup shattered to the ground because of the uncontrollable trembling of the hand muscles.
The fragments fell on the ground silently.
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Shen Jian got the news about the progress of the plan outside.
After all, in the past few days, countless organizations have contacted him countless times, either openly or secretly, trying to figure out what the purpose of releasing thousands of researchers was, and their tone was more cautious and respectful than usual.
Organizations that maintained friendly relations with Wu Yan Tower even had their leaders personally write and deliver letters, and without exception, an ancient copper coin was placed in the envelope. The pattern of knives and swords intertwined on it particularly hurt Shen Jian's heart.
Doesn't he look like a tyrant who's ready to start a war at any moment!?
Shen Jian's mouth twitched, and his lips were almost worn out, before he could barely make the frightened organizations put aside the possibility that "Wu Yan Tower would open a battlefield again."
The leader, who has not yet truly returned to "daily life", could never have imagined that a war that could be described as an overlapping of power and a bloody cleansing would accumulate so much prestige and support for him by breaking through the class blockade.
The upper-level organizations may not care about the lower-level organizations, but they cannot ignore the lower-level people who unite and surge together into a tightly embraced group.
All research organizations vividly remember the last technological advancement that took place in the ancient century. Their ancestors reached into the human realm, and there was no distinction between humans and machines, as if everything in science fiction movies was within reach.
But the last technological advancement was a major technological regression.
Perhaps humans can break this barrier, but not now.
After hanging up the phone, Chen Jian once again worried about how to "prove" the existence of world consciousness. He could never have imagined that his behavior of staying indoors as a tacit approval of the actions of the two leaders would be interpreted by his subordinates as another completely unrelated self-consciousness.
The young leader, sitting alone in the living room setting up the chess game, would not realize that the next time he shows up and has a more legitimate reason, he can easily make the whole world submit to Shen Jian, worship him like a god, and kiss his robe fanatically and devoutly without any effort.
At this time when everything is still relatively calm, the young leader, who knows nothing about this, places his first chess piece on the chessboard on the table.
Shen Jian’s expression was still calm.
His final move has begun.
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