bioinnovel Chapter 497 Entrustment!
Chapter 497 Entrustment!
The air above the suspended platform was slightly distorted.
It is not a holographic projection.
The blueprint image of the final stage of the project was automatically compressed into a corner, making room for the central position.
A ball of light rose from Zhang Yan's chest, very slowly, like a bubble rising from the bottom of the water.
Guan Xing took two steps back.
It's not fear, it's just giving this matter the space it deserves.
The ball of light stopped in the center of the platform, trembled a few times, and then began to condense.
Human silhouette.
It has no face, no clear features, only a blurry upper body with arms hanging at its sides.
But the sound was very clear.
It is very old, even older than Mo Yuan, with a kind of flatness that has been worn down to the extreme by time, like a pebble that has been washed by river water for tens of thousands of years.
All the sharp edges are gone, leaving only a gentle warmth.
"If you were standing here."
The sound echoed in the Heavenly Craft Hall, but the rune walls gave no response. However, Guan Xing noticed that a layer of fine particles had appeared on his skin.
"This proves that my journey was not in vain."
pause.
The projected outline tilted its head slightly, as if looking at Zhang Yan, or perhaps it was just a random fluctuation of light.
"I don't know who you are, what you look like, or what era you were born in," the voice continued.
"But I know you stand in the Ruins of Return, with the heart of a divine craftsman, and that is enough."
Zhang Yan stood still.
"I don't intend to say too much nonsense. The lifespan of the consciousness fragments is shorter than I expected. When I recorded this, it had already been eleven years and three hundred and seven days."
It was a very simple statement.
Eleven years and three hundred and seven days.
Alone in absolute darkness and silence.
There are three things you need to know.
The projected hand rose, and a blurry finger extended.
"First, the final assembly of the Heavenly Craftsmanship was missing a step in the blueprint. It wasn't an oversight; I deliberately omitted it."
The stargazer narrowed his eyes.
"After the star crystal is installed in the core power slot, a trigger is needed to truly wake up the entire system."
"The trigger is not any external material; it is 1% of the maintainer's own primordial consciousness."
Zhang Yan's fingertips tightened slightly.
"Active injection, irreversible. After injection, you will permanently lose the corresponding consciousness capacity."
"The specific manifestation is the complete disappearance of a certain memory; it is not forgetting, but simply erasure."
"You won't know what you've lost, and you won't feel any emptiness, but it's definitely gone."
The projection paused for a moment.
"I didn't have the chance to get to this point back then, but if I had, I would still have done the same."
"This is the price, but it's not too expensive."
The tone remained unchanged, no different from when he was talking about today's weather.
The projection raises the second finger.
"second."
"The seven core nodes of the community are not fixed; they can move."
Zhang Yan leaned forward slightly.
"In normal circumstances, the seven nodes are scattered in the deepest layers of the mother's consciousness; you won't be able to find them even if you go in."
"But there is one exception."
"When the mother body is in a state of extreme anger, to the point of losing its rationality, all seven nodes will rise and concentrate near the outer shell."
This sentence contains a lot of information.
The stargazer was already silently taking notes nearby.
"The time window is very short, about ten to thirty seconds. After this window, the mother body will come to its senses and the node will sink again."
"So your goal is not only to get in, but also to blow it up before you get in."
There was something different in the projection's tone; it wasn't humor, but rather the instinct of an elder trying to ease the oppressive atmosphere when assigning a dangerous task.
The projection lifted the last finger.
"third."
"The core of the sun."
Zhang Yan's breath hitched for a second.
"When you go to the core of the sun to retrieve the condensed crystals, you will find a man-made structure in the deepest part of the core region."
Guan Xing suddenly looked up.
"That's what I left behind." The voice projected on the projected screen had a touch more warmth to it.
"Thirty thousand years ago, when I still had a body, I used the full power of the Heart of Heavenly Craftsmanship for the last time to send something into the core of the sun."
I call it the last resort.
"If everything goes well, you won't need it. Just take the crystal and leave."
"If things don't go as planned."
The projection paused for three seconds.
"Open it."
There was no explanation of what it was or its purpose.
Zhang Yan had become accustomed to this kind of blank space. From his father's recordings to the punctuated sentences in his 1943 notebook, the information left by his predecessors was never complete.
Because they didn't have any extra energy left when they left their messages.
The projected light began to thin out.
After being sealed for 30,000 years, the energy of the fragments of consciousness was almost gone, and this recording itself was the last remaining amount.
"The last sentence."
The voice suddenly softened.
It wasn't delivered in a technically persuasive tone.
These are the private words spoken by a person who has lived, at the end of their life.
"Child, come back alive."
"Not for the world."
"It's for the person who's waiting for you."
The light has faded.
The platform was completely empty.
The blueprint projection of the final stage of the Heavenly Craft slowly returned to its original position and continued to rotate at a leisurely pace.
The Heavenly Craft Hall was very quiet.
The stargazer's hand remained above the data tablet, not falling.
Her eyes were red, not seriously, but they were red.
She turned to face the wall, took off her glasses, and wiped them with her sleeve.
They moved quickly, clearly not wanting to be seen.
Zhang Yan stood still.
The heat in my chest gradually subsided, returning to a normal sensation.
1% of the original consciousness.
The permanent disappearance of a certain memory.
He had no room for hesitation, nor did he intend to hesitate.
The price was a memory, but in return, the entire civilization survived.
Not too expensive.
Just like that person said.
He lived through eleven years and three hundred and seven days of darkness, and in the end, he didn't even leave behind his name.
Zhang Yan went through these three pieces of information in his mind one last time, packaged them up, and stored them in the core memo of the Heavenly Craft Heart, encrypting them so that only he could see them.
Then he opened his eyes.
Mo Ling arrived at some unknown time, standing at the entrance of the Heavenly Craft Hall, one hand supporting himself on the door frame.
Her expression was complex, containing respect, resentment, and a sense of relief that had finally arrived after eight thousand years.
She didn't ask what the projection said.
He glanced at Zhang Yan only once, then turned and left.
Zhang Yan turned to stargazing.
"Incorporate the second piece of information, the pattern of nodes rising with emotions, into the combat simulation model."
Stargazing has resumed; I've put my glasses back on and my fingertips are swiping rapidly across the tablet.
"Simulating the anger threshold requires historical emotional fluctuation data of the community. Does the Guixu database have this data?"
"Yes," Zhang Yan said.
"Let Mo Li investigate; there must be samples with abnormal peak values in the 30,000-year monitoring record."
"it is good."
Zhang Yan stepped off the suspended platform and paused briefly as he passed by Guan Xing.
"You were crying just now."
He didn't even look up from the stargazing.
"No, it's an allergy. The filter in the Guixu air circulation system needs to be replaced."
Zhang Yan did not expose her.
He walked to the exit of the Heavenly Craft Hall and stood still.
The light patterns of the Guixu corridor spread out beneath his feet, with the residential area to the left and the technical team's workspace to the right.
Zhang Yan turned to the right.
It's time to get started.