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Chapter 547 I Am Not a God (Part 2)

Zhou Yun stared at Belissau Caul's work on the table, falling into a somewhat silent silence.

Kaur had previously asked Zhou Yun if he could conduct research on the items Zhou Yun had exchanged for.

Although Zhou Yun agreed, he truly didn't have much hope.
The technology of the 22nd century is more miraculous than a miracle to this universe. Even though many of the items Zhou Yun exchanged were inexpensive civilian goods, discounted products, or even children's toys, they were still technologies that this universe could not comprehend.
It's like a children's watch that's regressed to the Stone Age. Even if its technology is insignificant in modern civilization, merely a scrap of industrial production, it's still beyond the comprehension of primitive people.

But Kaul actually produced results, and these results even had considerable practical applications, which gave Zhou Yun a bit of a chill down his spine.

He slightly raised his head and looked at the mad clock hanging in mid-air.

This was something Kaul acquired from Zhou Yun in exchange for a large portion of his accumulated wealth over the past ten thousand years.
A quick glance reveals that Caul allows a significant amount of time to pass inside his lab while only a few seconds pass outside, thus gaining more research time.

I just don't know how many times Caul usually drives it, or how much time he spends researching it.
Judging from the weariness and pain on his face, it must have been a long period of suffering.

But even with a mad clock.
Zhou Yun glanced at the 'body repair clay' on the table, pinched off a bit, and stuffed it into his four-dimensional pocket.
[Item Name: Body Repair Clay]
[Origin: Explorer's King]
[Evaluation: A clumsy technique mimicking body clay. It uses a powerful psychic energy impact to puncture the growth layer within the body clay, stimulating it to self-replicate. However, due to the substandard and incorrect cultivation process, the body clay is highly degraded. While this greatly reduces the difficulty of cultivating body clay, it also leads to a severe decline in its properties and makes it difficult to shape. Although its growth potential can be used for limb repair or organ transplantation, its practical value is limited.]
[Production Time: 002.M42]
[Status: Deteriorated]
[Value: 1500 yuan]
Although the reviews of the four-dimensional pocket are clumsy, simple, and degraded,
Even the hypercube labyrinth used by the Necromancer to trap the Star God, representing the pinnacle of galactic dimensional technology, is, in the evaluation of the four-dimensional pocket, merely simple and suitable for children's toys.

The fact that this thing that Kaul cultivated received the evaluation of "not very useful" in the four-dimensional pocket is enough to prove the value of Kaul's brain. After all, not being very useful does not mean it has no value.

Furthermore, judging from the description of the four-dimensional pocket...

The principle behind this body-repairing clay is that Kaul used some kind of psionic technology to break the self-replication limitation of the body clay, allowing it to self-replicate. However, this also caused the body clay to lose its ability to be shaped by hand.

However, Kaul found another way: by using extremely complex electrical stimulation, he manually shaped the clay little by little, and then, because the body clay could self-renew, it could automatically grow together with the human body.
Zhou Yun, filled with curiosity, picked up the red Belisarius metal again.

To be honest, Zhou Yun was really startled when he saw this thing.
This thing looks a bit like it's all metal.
All-metal is the cornerstone of almost all secret gadgets, a virtually omnipotent material, but its production is extremely difficult, and it remains a nearly non-renewable resource even in the 22nd century.
If Kaul had quietly succeeded in synthesizing all-metal alloys, he would probably have been invited to become an academician as early as the 22nd century.
Upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that this polygonal metal only somewhat resembles solid metal.

Full Metal is orange, while this metal is red. Full Metal is almost entirely crystalline, while Belisarius Metal largely retains its metallic appearance. Each facet of Full Metal is a perfect pentagon, but Belisarius Metal is a bunch of irregular polygons.

More importantly, Kaul said that this metal was developed from the Phantom Thief DX suit, which is one of the few suits that doesn't use all metal.
It uses Pipula metal.
Pipula Metal is a type of metal created by Dr. Pipula, a research partner of Dr. Hartmann, who manufactures all-metals. It can be transformed from any common metal resource, yet its functions are similar to all-metals. Unfortunately, the manufacturing technology is not yet perfect.
Therefore, only a small portion of the props are made of Pipula metal.

Caul's Belissau metal likely reverse-engineered part of the technology used to manufacture Pipula metal. This is because, like Pipula metal, Belissau metal can be synthesized from any common metal.
With a guess in mind, Zhou Yun stuffed the Belisarius metal into his four-dimensional pocket.
[Item Name: Belisarius Metal]
[Origin: Explorer's King]
[Evaluation: This is a metal produced through reverse engineering of Pipra metal. It is a poor imitation of Pipra metal and can be synthesized from any metal, but it has almost completely lost the versatility of Pipra metal, retaining only its relatively easy processing and relatively high hardness. Furthermore, its production requires extremely high temperature and pressure for a slow reaction, making it of little practical value.]
[Production Time: 002.M42]
[Status: Identified as a complete piracy]
[Value: 15000 yuan]
It really is a reverse engineering result of Pipragma! What the hell is Caul thinking?! He's a genius!!
Yes, from a 22nd-century perspective, Belissau metal is a poor imitation, having almost completely removed all the functions of Pipula metal, leaving only its relatively easy workability and relatively hardness—qualities that are not even particularly outstanding among 22nd-century materials.
But according to Kaul, this stuff is easier to process than Radiant Gold, easier to produce than Radiant Gold, cheaper to produce than Radiant Gold, and even harder than Radiant Gold. In this universe, it's practically an unbelievably perfect material.
Make power armor for Space Marines or just put a layer of it on the outside of Imperial starships. Caul is a fucking genius.

Zhou Yun's gaze towards Kaul immediately became fervent.

His purpose in seeking out Caul was to request that Caul conduct some research on 22nd-century technology.
He specifically exchanged for two props for this purpose.
In front of Kaur, Zhou Yun took out a thick stack of production manuals, almost as thick as Kaur's height.

Kaul paused for a moment, glancing at the title of the manual lying in front of him: "The Anywhere Door Making Manual"!

This caused Colton to widen his remaining eye, and his massive metal body trembled slightly.
He looked at the stacking manual with the same gaze he would give to the greatest relic in the entire galaxy, as if he were looking at absolute truth.

Zhou Yun then took out dozens of materials for making the Anywhere Door from his four-dimensional pocket and threw them in front of Kaur.

That crafting manual was generated by the Inventor Machine that Zhou Yun had exchanged. As long as you prepare the materials and follow the instructions exactly as they say, you can create any item.

However, items like the Anywhere Door are extremely difficult to create, and many of the materials used in them are not available in the Warhammer universe; they can only be generated using another item's material box.
Zhou Yun's hopes were not just for Kaul to create dozens of Anywhere Doors; he had other needs.

"I want you to modify the Anywhere Door to be usable by ships, whether it's building an oversized Anywhere Door or some other method, as long as you can do it," Zhou Yun said, looking at Kaul.

The Anywhere Door is great, but its problem is that it's too small. A single use would be almost impossible for a starship to pass through. Therefore, Zhou Yun hopes that Kaul can modify the Anywhere Door so that it can support large-scale fleet navigation.

This should be feasible; theoretically, the size of any door can be changed.

"This item is a three-function selection version. It can enhance one of your intelligence, physical strength, or appearance. While enhancing one, the other two will decrease. This might be useful to you."

"Besides the Mad Clock, I'll also leave you plenty of High Efficiency Pills, and you can also take the Speed-Up Clock."

Belissau Caul seemed to realize something as he listened to Zhou Yun's words.
"My lord?" he asked in alarm.

"I may need to sleep for a while," Zhou Yun said softly.

Kaul's reaction was more intense than Zhou Yun had expected.

Belisarius Caul, who had endured ten thousand years through sheer willpower and spared no effort in shattering his own consciousness to fulfill the mandate entrusted to him by the Emperor and Guilliman, was so terrified that he shed a single tear.
He suddenly prostrated himself, almost kneeling before Zhou Yun, and murmured in a pleading tone:
"My lord, have we disobeyed your will? Or have we made the same mistake, forcing you to sacrifice yourself for us?"

"You will also leave us behind to face this deep, dark galaxy alone."

“I’m not a god, you know that.” Zhou Yun couldn’t help but say with some distress, as Kaul’s reaction was truly beyond his expectations.

In his view, Caul was an extremely proud person.
Unlike many others in this galaxy, Caul truly believed in humanity and the wisdom of mortals.
Moreover, this is not unfounded arrogance, but rather confidence derived from the wisdom accumulated over a long career.

But now Caul's expression revealed what could only be described as fear.

"Of course you are not!"

“You are not, nor is the Emperor—Om Messiah.”

"Your lowly servant has lived in the Milky Way for ten thousand years and knows all too well how cold and ruthless, how chaotic and fickle the gods of this Milky Way are. All the darkness in this Milky Way is the hand of the gods playing with pitiful mortals."

"They despise mortals, causing them to fall into superstition and ignorance, abandoning wisdom for false faith, abandoning reason for barbaric thought, and wasting the wisdom that Om Messiah and you have given to mortals."

Belissau Cole said sadly:
"Only you and Om Messiah, one after the other, have come to this dark galaxy to guide us, to make us believe in us, to make us believe in the light of reason, and to tell us that the wisdom of mortals can also follow in your footsteps. When will the gods be as merciful as you and the emperor?"

"But we mortals are weak and foolish, and through a series of mistakes, we allowed Om Messiah to sit on the golden throne. He has remained silent for ten thousand years, and we have willingly fallen into superstition, becoming pawns on the chessboard of the gods."

"Until you walked among men, I saw your figure and realized that you resembled an emperor. You are undoubtedly the primal force, the hope for humanity to regain reason and wisdom."

"But now, have we made the same mistake again, so that you too must leave us?"

Caul's words made Zhou Yun freeze slightly; he had never seen Caul show this side of himself before.
Zhou Yun was silent for a moment, then said to Kaul, "I'm just in a temporary slumber. I'll be back, Kaul." "You swear!" Kaul shouted almost instantly, raising his head.

“I swear,” Zhou Yun said with a wry smile, raising his hand slightly.

Then Caul suddenly lowered his head again: "I beg you to understand the fragile emotions of mortals. Over the past ten thousand years, I have witnessed too much superstition and madness. Reason seems to be just a distant afterimage depicted by Om Messiah, but your reward seems to have made reason possible."

"As long as you are still alive, the mere fact of your existence makes people feel the possibility of a rational age arriving, therefore you are irreplaceable."

"Anything can be sacrificed, but you cannot be sacrificed; anything can die, but you cannot die. We cannot repeat the Emperor's mistakes."

“I ask you to promise that you are willing to sacrifice everything to protect yourself, but you will not sacrifice yourself to protect the human race like the Emperor did.”

"Human races can be reshaped, but we will not have another Om Messiah or the Primal Force."

Zhou Yun opened his mouth slightly, unsure how to respond to Kaur.

Perhaps it was because he hadn't fully adapted to this universe and still retained some of the morality from his previous life; or perhaps it was simply that many people in this world already held enough weight in his heart, and he simply couldn't bring himself to tell Kaul that he was willing to sacrifice everything, even the entire human race, to save himself.
Only God has this right; He is just a human being.

Zhou Yun was speechless in the end. He sighed softly, turned around, took out the Anywhere Door from his pocket, and left the Explorer King through the door.

Kaul lay prostrate on the ground, clutching the prop Zhou Yun had handed him tightly, his face filled with nothing but sorrow and pain.

Before the golden throne, Zhou Yun stepped out of the portal and slightly raised his head to look at the desiccated corpse on the throne.

Meanwhile, Emperor Nobi sat silently on the steps beneath the golden throne, waiting for Zhou Yun.

"Is everything resolved?" The Emperor's will, residing within Nobita's body, raised its head slightly and asked.

"Solved." Zhou Yun nodded slightly, then took out a three-year-old Natsume's pillow from his pocket and threw it on the ground.

He seemed lost in thought, staring at the three-year-old Nentaro pillow for a while.

Zhou Yun remembered what Saint Gilles had said: when Zhou Yun woke up, his face showed bitterness.

The answer will inevitably be given by the three-year-old Nentaro pillow, and it can only be that the answer is not what he wants.
After pondering for a moment, he looked at Emperor Nobi and asked, "Did you know that you would end up like this after boarding the Vengeance Soul?"

Nobi Emperor was taken aback by Zhou Yun's question, then chuckled twice: "Even Saint Gilles knew his fate, do you think I wouldn't know mine?"

"So you still went? Did you consider the option of leading a portion of humanity to safety? Wouldn't that have been a better choice?"

"I did have the opportunity to do that back then." The Emperor did not deny it, and nodded slightly, saying, "I escaped with a small number of humans and built a pocket dimension to survive."

"But you still boarded the Vengeful Spirit, and ended up like this." Zhou Yun took out sheets and blankets, laid them out, changed into a comfortable position, and continued to stare at Nobi Emperor as he asked.

"Because if I board the Vengeance Soul, more people will survive."

“How many will there be?”

“Countless.” Nobi Emperor patted his knee and said with a smile, “So I went.”

Then Nobita couldn't help but laugh out loud. He rubbed his temples and said, "To be honest, I was scared by my own courage at the time."

"Actually, I'm a bit socially anxious and timid. Rather than being a monarch and enjoying honors and wars, I'd rather live a peaceful life, playing games, fishing, farming, and doing research."

"The entire Great Expedition and even the Great Rebellion were just a pretense to present the image of a great monarch."

"In many ways, I felt Makado was braver than me, but unexpectedly, despite all the stumbling and falling, I actually managed to play this role until the end. Hahaha!"

Nobita couldn't help but smile, a hint of pride quickly replaced by bitterness.
Recalling the Great Expedition and the Great Rebellion, he didn't even know if he had the right to feel even a little bit of pride.

"Actually, I've always wanted to ask you, my friend, in your heart, am I more good or more bad? Tell me honestly."

At this point, Nobita Emperor suddenly paused, only then realizing that Zhou Yun had fallen asleep leaning against the three-year-old Nemitaro pillow.

Emperor Nobi smiled helplessly. He glanced at the desiccated corpse seated on the throne, which seemed to be looking at him, but also at something terrifying.

Finally, he shook his head, then silently looked at the sleeping Zhou Yun.
"I already knew."

"Knowing that I will personally kill my chief son and witness my war general vanish into thin air."

"I will return in triumph, but there will be no songs of praise, only the cries of the masses."

“I will return to my golden throne, sweep away the ashes on it with my own hands, and sit on it for ten thousand years and ten thousand years.”

"I had no choice, but it was my own choice."

"I only pray that one day, when humanity no longer needs me, my bones will be torn from the throne and my life will be put to trial."

"Whether it is praise or condemnation, I will accept it with joy."

"When you wake up, tell me how to get to that day. I pray."

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