Super God: I simulated the heavens and was broadcast live in public

Chapter 300 Not hesitating to collude with foreign enemies

She suddenly stopped, because she saw Yunming kneeling on the ground, the surface of the Holy Energy Crystal covered with cracks, and his left hand was becoming transparent.

"Yunming!"

Qi Lin rushed over to support him, tears dripping onto his fading arm. "What's wrong?!"

Yunming forced a smile and grasped her trembling hand with his right: "It's nothing. It's just that the resonance with the crystal drained too much of my energy."

He turned to look at Ge Xiaolun, who was giving a thumbs-up with his remaining half-arm. "This time... we won, right?"

Keisha's voice suddenly came through the communicator, filled with barely concealed anxiety: "Yunming! The spacetime fluctuations in Lingyuan are extremely violent! Yuan Tiangang's main consciousness is infiltrating the real world!"

Yunming struggled to his feet, and the Divine Martial Sword regained its brilliance: "Tell everyone to prepare for the real final battle."

He gripped the crystal tightly, feeling the power within him about to dissipate. "This time, I will not give Yuan Tiangang any more chances."

Before the words were finished, countless tiny cracks suddenly appeared in the void, and the crisp sound of jade pendants colliding rang out, like a countdown to death.

Yunming swiped his finger across the screen, bringing up a yellowed ancient war sand table model, where bronze chariots and leather-armored soldiers clashed and fought amidst the light and shadow: "Technology has never existed in isolation."

You think building a modern rifle will allow you to sweep away thousands of enemies? Let's not even talk about the lack of industrialized production lines in ancient times; just the purification and formulation of gunpowder alone, without sophisticated instruments and chemical knowledge, would have resulted in a barrel explosion that would have killed you in no time.

Ge Xiaolun stared at the charging cavalry in the virtual sandbox, his Adam's apple bobbing: "But as long as we can make a few key weapons, such as artillery, even if the quantity is small, the deterrent effect will be enough, right?"

"Whom are we deterring?"

Yunming suddenly froze the scene. As the smoke and dust cleared, a civil official kneeling on a chariot was revealed. "Ancient emperors were never short of capable people. When you took out a weapon that was ahead of its time, the first reaction was not submission, but fear."

They will mobilize the entire nation to besiege you, and may even collude with foreign enemies.

Do you remember the fate of the Ming Dynasty's Hongyi cannons? The craftsmen who mastered the technology were subjected to layers of control, and any slight deviation resulted in the execution of their entire families.

Zhao Xin clenched his fist and slammed it on the table: "Then we'll train our own craftsmen! Using the modern education system..."

"What will we use to train them?"

Yunming's voice suddenly rose, causing ripples to appear on the screen. "In ancient times, the literacy rate was less than 5%, and even basic mathematical and physical concepts were difficult to popularize."

Teaching a group of people who can't even read Arabic numerals to build a steam engine is like casting pearls before swine.

Not to mention the strict household registration system in ancient times. If a group of technical personnel suddenly appeared who were not under the control of the government, would the imperial court allow them to develop freely?

Ge Xiaolun stroked his chin thoughtfully: "So, even if you master technology, you still have to integrate into ancient society first?"

"It's not integration, it's infiltration."

Yunming pulled up a diagram of the ancient bureaucratic system, with densely packed nodes like a spider web. "Starting from the lowest-ranking village head, it took decades to build one's own network of power."

Before this, any leak of technology could have been fatal.

Do you think it's easy for the protagonists in those time-travel novels to make a fortune from glass and soap? When local powerful figures discover that you can easily reap huge profits, they'll either kill you to seize the secret formula or offer you up to the imperial court to curry favor.

Zhao Xin suddenly straightened his back: "Then let's infiltrate the court directly! For example... become the emperor's advisor!"

"Strategist?"

Yunming sneered, light and shadow swirling in his eyes like a surging river of history. "Do you think emperors are fools? If someone suddenly appears who can foresee the future, the safest way to deal with it is to 'support' them by their side—use gold and jade to shut their mouths, use beautiful women and delicacies to wear down their will, and once they have squeezed out all their value, a cup of poison will be the end."

Throughout history, which of those strategists whose achievements overshadowed their rulers didn't survive amidst the emperor's suspicion?

Ge Xiaolun frowned: "But if we are cautious in our words and actions, and only offer advice at crucial moments..."

What is a critical moment?

Yunming abruptly switched the sand table to a battlefield under the blood-red setting sun. "The Battle of Changping? The Battle of Red Cliffs? Did the outcome of these battles really depend on a single strategy? Logistics, morale, climate, geography—every variable is subtly tipping the scales."

You think you can change the course of the war with just a word like "fire attack"? Without prior espionage, supply allocation, and wind direction observation, even if Zhuge Liang shouted himself hoarse, he wouldn't be able to borrow the east wind!

Zhao Xin slumped back in his chair: "So, if we travel back in time, we won't be able to do anything?"

"It can be done, but not to become king or tyrant."

Yunming brought up images of ancient people farming, with farmers sweating profusely under the scorching sun. "What can truly change history is the subtle and pervasive influence of nature."

He started by promoting high-yield crops to improve people's lives; he established private schools to spread basic science; and he secretly cultivated a loyal following.

All of this must be measured in decades or centuries, and it must not leave any trace that is out of step with the times.

Ge Xiaolun's eyes suddenly lit up: "Then we can write a 'prophecy book'! Record future events in a cryptic way, for example..."

"Have you heard of the 'Tui Bei Tu'?"

Yunming interrupted him, pulling out a fragment of an ancient book, "The ultimate fate of these kinds of prophetic books is either to be collected by the emperor into a secret archive for strict control, or to be altered and used by people with ulterior motives."

What you think you've written is a panacea, but it might end up being the fuse that ignites war.

How many cults throughout history have used prophecies to wreak havoc on the world?

Zhao Xin suddenly sat up straight: "Brother Yunming, you've talked about so many difficulties, so what's the point of traveling back in time?"

Yunming's gaze deepened, as if traversing time and space: "The significance lies in witnessing."

Witness firsthand how those cold words in history books come to life, and feel the struggles and choices of everyone in the torrent of history.

When you truly immerse yourself in that era, you'll understand—history is never a solo performance, but an epic written by countless people.

Ge Xiaolun and Zhao Xin fell silent, while the historical images on the screen continued to scroll.

After a long silence, Ge Xiaolun asked softly, "If you really had the chance to travel through time, would you go?"

Yunming stared at the battlefield engulfed in flames on the screen and slowly said, "Yes, but I will not change any predetermined course."

I will witness, as an observer, the truths buried by time, and perhaps... leave some unknown footnotes for future generations.

"But what if it could save those who shouldn't have died?"

Zhao Xin suddenly spoke up, "Take Yue Fei, take Wen Tianxiang, we clearly know their fates..."

"You can save one, but can you save thousands upon thousands?"

Yunming's voice was somewhat heavy, "When you change someone's fate, it will trigger a chain reaction like the butterfly effect."

How do you know that saving Yue Fei wouldn't lead to an even more devastating war? Every painful chapter in history is a step towards new change; forced intervention could bring even more terrible consequences.” Ge Xiaolun pondered, “So, the only thing a time traveler can do is record history?”

“Recording is also a form of participation.”

Yunming pulled out a blank bamboo scroll, "but not to judge it from a modern perspective, but to tell the story in the language of that era."

When future generations open these records, they will see not only events, but also living, breathing souls.

This, perhaps, is the greatest value of a time traveler.

The room fell into a long silence, with only the light and shadow constantly shifting on the faces of the three people.

Zhao Xin suddenly broke the silence: "Brother Yunming, have you already tried time travel?"

Yunming paused slightly, a mysterious smile playing on his lips: "Some secrets are better left to time."

What matters is not where we come from, but whether we can maintain a sense of awe when facing history.

Before the words were even finished, the alarm suddenly sounded, and the screen instantly switched to a red warning display.

Yun Ming's expression changed drastically: "There are abnormal fluctuations in the spacetime turbulence. Prepare to activate the emergency plan!"

Ge Xiaolun and Zhao Xin exchanged a glance and stood up simultaneously: "What do you need us to do?"

"Preserve the spacetime coordinates!"

Yunming's fingers flew across the screen. "This fluctuation is stronger than ever before. There is a high possibility that an unknown force is interfering with the spacetime order!"

As the alarm grew more urgent, the entire room began to shake violently, and countless points of light flickered in the void.

A crisis concerning the stability of spacetime is quietly approaching...

Yunming stroked the metal tabletop of the tactical analysis room, his fingertips tracing the residual energy marks in the grooves. "First, physical training."

Superhuman genes require a powerful physique as a carrier, just as a top-tier sports car needs a sturdy chassis.

He suddenly flicked his finger, and the energy projection on the wall instantly switched to a dynamic human skeleton model, with blue blood vessels winding and flashing between the bones. "See these red nodes? These are the weak points in the fusion of genes and flesh. High-intensity training will cause overload pain, but it is also an opportunity for breakthrough."

Zhao Xin leaned closer to the projector, his nose almost touching the flashing red light. "Brother Yunming, this looks like self-torture! Last time I tried gene synchronization training, I was in so much pain that I was rolling around in the training pod."

He gestured exaggeratedly, but fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, clearly still shaken.

Ge Xiaolun slapped Zhao Xin's hand away, "Coward! How can you become stronger if you don't feel pain? Remember last time I was chased and beaten by Taotie in the virtual battlefield? My legs were almost weak with fear, but I still managed to kill him in the end, didn't I?"

As he spoke, he straightened his chest, deliberately revealing the charred scars on his collarbone that had not fully healed.

Yunming pressed the pause button on the model, freezing the scarred skeleton in mid-air. "Ge Xiaolun is right, pain is the catalyst for evolution."

But training can't be done blindly; I will create a customized training plan for you.

He brought up the holographic screen, and data streamed down like a waterfall: "Zhao Xin, your Fearless Halberd needs stronger explosive power. Three hours of quantum acceleration weighted running every day, combined with neural reflex training; Ge Xiaolun, your Galactic Force focuses on energy control, so you need to increase dark matter tide simulation training."

"and many more!"

Zhao Xin suddenly raised his voice, the metal chair scraping against the ground with a screeching sound, "Brother Yunming, I know training is important, but I always feel it lacks some practical significance."

We spend our days fighting virtual monsters in the academy, but our real enemies—those alien civilizations—we know absolutely nothing about their tactics and weaknesses!

He slammed his fist on the table, causing ripples to spread in the nutrient solution in the water glass.

Yunming remained silent for a moment, then reached out and turned off all the projectors, plunging the tactical analysis room into darkness.

His voice rang out from the shadows, carrying a suppressed heaviness, "Zhao Xin, do you think I don't want you to face real combat?"

The wall suddenly lit up, and the holographic image switched to a dilapidated city ruin, with twisted alien mecha wreckage floating among the broken walls. "This is a battlefield image sent by the Heavenly Court of Merlo three days ago. The angel warriors suffered a loss rate of 47% in the battle against the Triangular Civilization."

Ge Xiaolun jumped to his feet, his chair tipping over. "What? So many angels have been lost? What about us?"

His voice stopped abruptly, and his Adam's apple bobbed violently.

"Therefore, we need to be even better prepared."

Yunming pulled up a galaxy map, where countless red dots spread like a plague along the edge of the Milky Way. "These red dots are known gathering points of the Taotie Legion. They are transforming Mars into a forward base."

And we, in three months, will carry out our first interstellar combat mission—to destroy the dark energy reactor on Mars.

Zhao Xin's pupils contracted sharply, and his breathing became rapid: "Three months? With our current strength?"

He subconsciously reached for the halberd at his waist, the metallic feel calming him slightly. "Brother Yunming, didn't you say that technological development requires a foundation? What about our weapons and equipment?"

"Good question."

Yunming brought up a 3D model of the armory, with a silver particle lightsaber floating in the air. "The academy has launched an emergency research and development plan. Your weapons will be modified with a dark matter coating, allowing attacks to directly affect the enemy's genetic chain."

But that's just supplementary; the real key...

He suddenly approached the two, his armor gleaming with a ghostly blue light. "It's your understanding of the depth of the super-god genes."

Ge Xiaolun swallowed hard and mustered his courage to ask, "Brother Yunming, how can I deepen my understanding? Every time I use the power of the Milky Way, I feel like I'm fighting against the power within my body."

Yunming's armor gradually dimmed. He walked to the window and looked at the giant protective shield under construction in the distance. "Do you remember our first lesson? The super god gene is not a cheat, but a partner that needs to be talked to."

As he turned around, a shimmering energy crystal appeared in his hand. "This is the crystallization of the Angelic Civilization's heritage, containing the essence of battle."

In your next training sessions, you will fight against these consciousnesses within the realm of consciousness until you truly understand your own power.

Zhao Xin took the crystal, the icy touch spreading from his fingertips. "Fighting an angel? Isn't that suicide?!"

Despite his complaints, he couldn't wait to stick the crystal on his forehead.

The consciousness space descended instantly, and in the pure white world, the phantom of an angel wielding a flaming sword slowly materialized.

Zhao Xin instinctively raised his halberd, only to find his movements incredibly slow. The angel's sword light streaked across like a meteor, leaving a burning wound on his chest.

"stop!"

Yunming's voice pierced through the space of consciousness, and Zhao Xin slumped down in reality, his forehead covered in cold sweat. "Did you see that? Your reaction speed in the realm of consciousness is three times slower than in reality."

This is the bottleneck we need to overcome next.

(End of this chapter)