NCCnovel Chapter 420 Calculation
Chapter 420 Calculation
Southern Galaxy, Imperial Frontier, Storm Sector, Tessarel Sector
Second Terra
93rd calculation
Hai Wei'an's cold green eyes stared at the energy surging in the black stone pillar. The threshold was slowly rising and was about to break through the critical point.
This time, she hoped for a different outcome.
The control interface pops up a query option:
Should we deploy the Skinner?
As she hesitated, an undead body in the tomb was suddenly injected with energy and "came to life".
The machine, which had just emerged from hibernation, walked to Hai Wei'an's back with a strange gait and knelt down in front of her very stiffly. As it knelt, the joints of the undead creaked due to disrepair.
After kneeling down, the indicator light on the undead's eyes flashed a few times, and then a sound was made:
"Your Majesty Isis, Saleh has decreed..."
The Undead's data interface allows them to complete the transmission of massive amounts of data within a millisecond. They can simultaneously process all the language information of a planet over ten thousand years. However, unless the situation is critical, the Undead rarely use this ability, but prefer to communicate using traditional voice and text.
Because this is a way for them to pass the long years of waiting, and it is also one of the customs of the past that they stick to.
The undead had barely begun to speak when a torrent of data shrieked. In an instant, he seemed to be pressed to the ground by a tremendous weight. The electrical circuits in his body malfunctioned, catching fire and smoking. Air valve components broke and leaked, and high-pressure gas gushed out with a bang. He looked like he could fall apart and explode at any moment.
Originally, when the body was damaged, the Undead could easily transfer the data in the damaged body to another body, but now the higher-level permissions restrict the Undead's data transfer, so he can only continue to operate in this severely damaged body and endure the wrath of Hevian.
"Don't call me by that name! Isis is dead! And don't even mention this... traitor in front of me!"
The entire tomb world trembled because of the Emperor's rage, and all the undead that were still running could not help but converge their data flow.
The suppressed undead used his only functioning vocal system to speak with difficulty:
"As you command... Your Majesty Hai Wei'an... Please forgive me..."
The heavy pressure on his body disappeared instantly, and the forgiven undead climbed up from the ground, gasping for breath.
This cold mechanical body no longer needs oxygen to sustain life, but it still retains its previous physiological reactions.
A physiological reaction from the time when we were still flesh and blood.
"I'm sorry, I lost my composure just now." After being freed from her restraints, Hai Wei'an seemed a little reserved, like a child in trouble. Then, her tone softened as she apologized to the undead: "I hope I didn't hurt you. As compensation, I will send you one of the best-preserved machines."
"Your Majesty Hai Wei'an, how should we deal with the traitor's messenger?"
"Dismantle his active components and launch him back in the direction he came from. Have him tell that traitor that I won't be fooled by him again. If he dares to set foot on my territory again, I won't be so polite next time."
The undead who delivered the message left the dimensional palace, and Hai Weiyan once again set his eyes on the control console.
She stared at the world before her, which knew nothing about anything.
Should we deploy the Skinner?
There is no need to click to operate, just a slight movement of the mind and the command will be issued.
Cast the Skinner.
……
Early in the morning, Liu Peng woke up in his light-proof bedroom.
The first thing he did when he woke up was to turn on his cell phone, and the time displayed was exactly seven o'clock.
"Wuhu!"
He let out a small cheer because he was finally getting his sleep and sleep routine back on track.
Some time ago, he always stayed up late for various reasons, which caused a lot of acne on his face. Finally, he learned his lesson and decided not to continue to fall into depravity, so he began to adjust his work and rest schedule.
However, due to staying up late for a long time, his body has adapted to the completely reversed work and rest schedule. According to research, when people stay up late, the brain will release dopamine and cortisol to support the body's overload exercise. The original intention of this is probably that the brain says to other parts of the body, "Hold on a little longer, I will send you something energizing to wake you up." As a result, another area of the brain will become dependent on this thing, mistakenly thinking it is a signal of happiness, and thus staying up late will become addictive.
The human body is amazing, isn't it? Organisms are very backward, aren't they?
When he didn't have work to chase him, it took Liu Peng several days to completely change his schedule. Sometimes he really wished he had a switch in his brain. As long as he pressed this button, his biological clock would adjust according to his wishes, and as long as he pressed this button, his mind would be absolutely focused.
He once discussed with his gay friend late at night why the human body has so many limitations and loopholes.
My gay friend said that it is actually not that complicated. We should not think that the evolution of life is so perfect and mysterious. Many times, after life has evolved to the point where it can stably pass on genes, it just gives up. From the perspective of gene continuation, there is really not much difference between whether you are a smart person or a fool. Ten thousand years ago, the essence of human beings was no different from that of animals. The explosion of civilization caused by the accumulation of knowledge was an unexpected situation. In layman's terms, society has progressed, but genes have not reacted, and productivity has not kept up with development.
Liu Peng even remembered that his buddy said that our discussion on this matter itself was proof of human flaws, because the things we were discussing had definitely been studied by people more professional than us. We said that these things were of no benefit other than killing time and making ourselves more childish. Do you really fantasize about being a childish person forever until a beautiful girl from another world comes to you and says, "You were the chosen one"?
Thinking of this, Liu Peng, who had originally planned to stay in bed for a while, jumped up directly, because he remembered that his gay friend had agreed to have the same schedule as him, and now he was the one who had reversed his schedule, so where was this guy?
So Liu Peng walked out of his bedroom wearing his bear pajamas, walked to the bedroom opposite and knocked on the door:
"Waiwaiwai? Are you awake?"
no response.
Liu Peng shrugged. It looked like this guy was still asleep. Perhaps he had been playing games in his bedroom all night long after he had gone to bed and turned off the lights. He hadn't stayed up late, but this guy had.
So Liu Peng decided not to disturb his friend's sleep. Since it was nothing important, he would just wait for him to wake up after getting enough sleep and then laugh at him.
Trash, trash, we clearly agreed to adjust our schedules together, how lame...
Liu Peng had already thought of some sarcastic words in his mind, so he decided to use the tone of a female ghost.
After getting up, Liu Peng simply washed up, was too lazy to eat breakfast, and then started working from home.
He is a third-rate screenwriter who is responsible for writing plots for those garbage games that make money at first glance, so his working hours are quite flexible.
Liu Peng sat in front of the computer all morning, but he was mainly browsing his phone and chatting with people online. In the end, only two lines of words were added to the document. Including the deleted previous content, it was very good. His typing score in the morning was negative two hundred words.
It was noon, and Liu Peng took a look at his gay friend's bedroom. There was no movement inside.
What time did he stay up late last night?
But Liu Peng still didn't wake up his best friend. He had planned to show off his cooking skills at noon today, but since his best friend didn't wake up, there was no need to show off his cooking skills. He simply heated up the remaining food and opened a can of sausages to solve his lunch problem.
Let's wait until this guy wakes up in the evening before cooking.
But at night, when the moon was high in the sky, there was still no movement in my friend's room.
Did this guy send it?
With this thought in mind, Liu Peng came to his friend's bedroom again and knocked on the door again.
"Wait, wait, wait! The moon is shining on your butt. Time to wake up, right?"
Still no movement.
Did this guy really send it?!
If the thought just now was just a joke, now it has become a real worry.
So he knocked harder on the door and said, "Hey! Wake up and say something!"
After knocking on the door several times without success, Liu Peng's anxiety and impatience accumulated little by little, and finally, he started banging on the door.
Fortunately, the bedroom door was not very strong. After several attempts, Liu Peng knocked down the door frame and forced his way into his gay friend's bedroom.
My gay friend's bedroom is as messy as ever, with clothes and daily necessities thrown everywhere. My gay friend has his own opinion on this. He believes that mess is mess and dirt is dirty. If the bedroom just has items placed in a messy manner but there is no dust or dirt, then his bedroom is clean.
Under the pile of clothes on the bed, Liu Peng saw two human legs sticking out.
He called out his friend's name several times, but there was still no response, so Liu Peng could only turn over the pile of clothes and turn over his friend who was lying on the bed.
During this process, his friend's body was like an oversized doll that he could manipulate at will.
After turning his friend over, Liu Peng reached out his trembling hand and put it under his friend's nose.
At this moment, his gay friend suddenly opened his eyes and then strangled Liu Peng's neck tightly.