bioinnovel Chapter 496 Last Will!
Chapter 496 Last Will!
The light inside the Tiangong Hall was very dim.
The glow emanating from the runes from the dome was reduced to its lowest brightness, with only a few main circuits maintaining basic illumination.
It was Zhang Yan's request.
Too much light affected his thinking.
Guan Xing sat at the workbench, his fingertips repeatedly swiping across the data tablet.
She circled the creation time column in red and wrote a handwritten note next to it: "Twelve years after my death."
30,012 years ago.
Zhang Yan didn't rush to ask questions.
He reviewed the file properties three times, scanning every field.
The creator ID, permission level, encryption method, and storage location are all at the highest level; even the Guixu Elders' Council does not have the corresponding unlocking capability.
The only key to unlocking it is the Heart of the Gods and the bloodline of the Protector.
Guan Xing put down the tablet and took off his glasses.
A person who died twelve years ago left a document in the deepest part of the Guixu database, specifying that only you can see it.
She didn't continue speaking.
Stargazing never forces conclusions about things that don't make logical sense.
She would lay all the pieces out on the table and wait for the puzzle to appear on its own.
Zhang Yan turned and headed towards the exit of the Heavenly Craft Hall.
"Where to?" asked the stargazer.
"Find Mo Yuan."
Three o'clock in the morning.
The day-night cycle of Guixu is artificially simulated, and there is no one else in the corridor at this time.
The light patterns silently spread and closed beneath my feet.
The metal floor transmitted a faint mechanical vibration, the lingering sound of a distant power furnace.
Mo Yuan's residence is located at the innermost part of the Elders' District.
The door wasn't locked.
Zhang Yan knocked twice and then pushed it away.
The old man sat behind a low table, with a half-cup of cold tea in front of him.
There was no sign of him sleeping; it was as if he was waiting for someone to come.
"You knew I would come to ask." Zhang Yan stood at the door.
"sit."
Zhang Yan went inside.
The room was even smaller than his, with bare walls and no decorations whatsoever.
Only the cup of tea on the table still seemed to have a bit of life in it.
"What exactly happened to the first generation of maintainers when civilization was destroyed?" Zhang Yan asked.
Mo Yuan's gaze lingered on him for a long time.
There was no hesitation about whether to speak or not; I was simply organizing my thoughts.
"The official record states that he died on the spot," Mo Yuan said.
"For the past 30,000 years, everyone in Guixu has thought so, including me."
"until?"
"Until six hundred years ago." Mo Yuan pulled a thin metal sheet from under the table.
The edges are severely worn, and the surface texture is no longer visible to the naked eye.
"When the eleventh generation chief was inspecting the underlying system of Guixu, he discovered a piece of low-level code embedded deep within the operating protocol."
"The coding style is completely different from anyone else's in the Guixu technical team." Mo Yuan's fingertips traced the edge of the metal plate. "After repeated comparisons, it's confirmed that it's the work of the first-generation maintainer."
Zhang Yan took the metal plate, and the Heavenly Craftsmanship Heart automatically started scanning.
There was nothing inside the metal sheet; the information had already been read, leaving only an empty shell.
"What did the code do?"
"The Star Chariot's automatic escape program," Mo Yuan replied.
"When Guixu withdrew from the main city of the Mo family 30,000 years ago, everyone thought that the elders had activated the emergency plan."
"But in fact, the entire council of elders had already perished in the final battle."
"It was the evacuation initiated by the first generation of maintainers," Zhang Yan said.
Mo Yuan nodded.
"But he should have been dead by then. According to all the battlefield records, he took the full force of the swarm during the last overload of the gate network."
"No living thing could survive such an impact."
silence.
Zhang Yan's hands rested on his knees, and the Heart of Heavenly Craftsmanship emitted a faint warmth from his chest.
It's not an alarm, but more like some kind of confirmation.
"He is not dead," Zhang Yan said.
"Or rather, his body died, but his consciousness did not."
Mo Yuan raised his eyes.
"You just said that the underlying code was discovered 600 years ago, but that community vulnerability file has an even higher level of encryption than the underlying code," Zhang Yan continued.
"The chief discovered the code six hundred years ago, but couldn't find the file because the unlocking conditions for the file were much stricter."
"Yes."
"The first-generation maintainer sealed a fragment of his consciousness into the Heart of Heavenly Craftsmanship at the last moment," Zhang Yan finished speaking.
"In that state, he existed for another twelve years."
Mo Yuan did not deny it.
He slowly got up and walked to a dark wall in the corner of the room.
When you press your palm on it, the light wall lights up for a moment and an old-fashioned storage interface pops out.
"When I took over the chief position fourteen years ago, my predecessor handed this matter over to me as a top secret." Mo Yuan's figure looked a bit older than before.
"It's not exactly a secret, it's an inheritance, it's just that no one has been able to inherit it."
He turned around.
"Thirty thousand years ago, the first generation of maintainers used the remaining fragments of their consciousness to do three things."
Zhang Yan waited.
"First, an automatic maintenance protocol has been set up for the gate network." Mo Yuan raised a finger.
"All the system commands you've used so far, including compatibility protocols, frequency calibration, and network isolation, were written by him."
Mo Yuan raised his second finger.
"Secondly, we completed the analysis document on the weaknesses of community consciousness, the one you just saw."
"It was created twelfth year after his death, which was also the last period that his fragments of consciousness could sustain."
"He used up all his remaining computing power on this."
Mo Yuan raised his third finger.
"Third, set up an automatic escape program for the Starship to ensure the safe evacuation of the remnants of the Ruins without human operators."
Retract the three fingers.
"After completing these three tasks, the energy of the consciousness fragments was exhausted." Mo Yuan's voice was very low.
"Completely dissipated."
It was very quiet outside the Tiangong Hall.
The entire Guixu was asleep.
Zhang Yan remained seated, without moving.
Twelve years.
A fragment of a person's consciousness existed alone as a ghost for twelve years in darkness, without a body, without senses, and without external input.
It's not about surviving.
It's to pave the road.
From the underlying protocols of the gate network to the fatal flaws of the community, and then to the survival of 1,700 people, everything was written, arranged, and then disappeared.
No one knew he ever existed.
Zhang Yan looked down at his hands.
The heart of craftsmanship is never a cold, lifeless object.
It bore witness to a person's twelve years of loneliness.
"Does he have a name?" Zhang Yan asked.
Mo Yuan shook his head.
"The Mohist school had a different way of recording things 30,000 years ago. The maintainers only had code names, and no private names were preserved."
Zhang Yan hummed in agreement.
An unknown person did famous things.
He stood up.
"There's one more thing," Zhang Yan said.
"At the core of the Heavenly Craftsmanship, there is an encrypted record of consciousness projection access, with a note stating that it will be played when the last maintainer stands in the Ruins of Return."
Mo Yuan's eyes flickered.
"I didn't know about this," the old man said.
"No one has ever triggered this record."
"Because in the past 30,000 years, no one has ever met both conditions at the same time," Zhang Yan said.
"The holder of the Heart of Heaven stands in the Ruins of Return."
He turned and walked towards the door.
"I'm going to play it."
"Young Master," Mo Yuan called out to him.
Zhang Yan stopped.
"Whatever is in that projection." The old man's voice was soft, carrying a solemnity that had settled over thirty thousand years.
"That's what a person left for those who came after him, after scraping together their last fragments."
Zhang Yan did not turn around.
"I know."
He walked out of the elders' quarter.
The only sounds in the corridor were his footsteps and the faint ripples of light spreading outwards.
Guan Xing waited at the Tiangong Hall.
She tidied up the worktable, moving all the unrelated data tablets to a corner.
There was only a glass of water on the empty table.
It's for him.
"Should we wait until dawn?" she asked.
"No need to wait." Zhang Yan stepped onto the floating platform.
The holographic projection of the final stage of the Tiangong ceremony is still slowly rotating.
He stood beside the projection, closed his eyes, and let his consciousness sink deep into the heart of the divine craftsmanship.
It bypassed the firewall.
We've passed the encrypted zone.
They passed through a desolate area that had remained untouched for 30,000 years.
Deepest inside is a tiny storage unit with energy so weak it is almost undetectable.
Comments float on top.
This will be played when the last maintainer stands on the Ruins.
Zhang Yan's consciousness touched it.
The storage unit is lit up.