Sorry, you scumbag woman, you can do whatever you want.

He had long been thrown onto Dr. Möbius's bed.

The first chapter, Chapter 81: The Cocoon of the End

silence.

No, it should be deathly still.

During the high-level meeting of the Fire Moth, no one took the initiative to speak, or rather, no one was confident enough to speak.

Until, in the position belonging to the Fire-Chasing Moth Speaker, a virtual image was projected.

She was a beautiful woman with long green hair and a voluptuous figure. Her gaze was stern as she surveyed the elites and powerful figures from all over the world present.

Then, a calm announcement.

"The plan has been finalized." She smiled with an undeniable authority. "I have a Fusion Warrior under my command who can open a portal to another dimension and throw the Herrscher of Machines into... the Quantum Sea when they're not looking."

“That sounds very good,” a female official from the Mu Continent asked Mebius with concern.

"But, will the Herrscher of Machines have the ability to return to our world? Also, can the opened interdimensional portal throw the Herrscher of Machines into another world?"

Speaking of this, she added one more thing.

"Furthermore, has our entire conversation been overheard by the Herrscher of Mechanics?"

Currently, the world's network has been taken over by the Herrscher of Mechanics, and no communication through the network can escape the Herrscher of Mechanics' monitoring.

Mebius smiled at this, looking up at the ceiling where the projector lights were off.

"Don't worry, the projection you see is the ability of my fusion warriors, and it's not connected to the outside world."

"That puts my mind at ease." The female official from the Mu Continent breathed a sigh of relief; she was almost in despair about this increasingly dangerous world.

I don't want to be hit with something for no reason again.

"Don't worry, as long as you keep it strictly confidential, there won't be any leaks." Mebius chuckled as he lied. "Outside of the internet, the Herrscher of Mechanics would absolutely not know what we're going to do."

The people present remained silent, unsure whether anyone would leak information to the Herrscher of Mechanics in exchange for a chance to survive.

Of course, saying this... would only cause the superficial alliance among those present to collapse.

Therefore, no one took the initiative to expose it.

"Getting back to the main point, the question of whether or not we can throw the Herrscher of Machines into another dimension is more of a last resort," Möbius said with a smile, asking the group, "Do you have any more reliable ways to defeat the Herrscher of Machines?"

No.

Although no one spoke out, the same answer arose in their hearts: that monster could not be defeated using modern methods.

Only a genius like Mebius, who defies the norms of his time, has the chance to defeat the Herrscher of Mechanics.

“It seems you… have no other plans.” Möbius nodded slightly, confirming that everyone present had no other plans.

Then, she continued to explain her plan to everyone.

"By the way, since modern communication methods are no longer working, in order to execute the plan, we need to... establish other communication methods."

"Even if we establish other means of communication, there's no way to defend against the Herrscher of Mechanics' hacking," someone said pessimistically.

Under such technological dominance, it is impossible for humanity to resist the mechanical forces' attempts to break through any other means of communication.

“That’s right, normal means of communication are impossible to defend against.” Möbius chuckled, pointing to his head. “But what about biological, or rather, mental, communication?”

"Just like the methods you used, Möbius?" A pretty young girl suddenly realized, and Möbius gave her an approving look.

"Technically, it is quite similar, but it is not a single projection; it is about building a private spiritual network."

"Within this spiritual network, you can use your spiritual connections to exchange information efficiently and learn more effectively."

She chuckled softly as she said this.

"Of course, this is with your permission. You can cut off contact at any time and return to a state of mental isolation."

"Is this technology safe?" someone asked, to which Mebius replied rather irritably.

"Don't worry, this technology... is a non-invasive brain-computer interface, which is much safer than knocking open a brain. Of course, this is only a temporary mental network. After defeating the Herrscher of Mechanics, this technology will be sealed away."

"If it's safe, why is it sealed off?" a woman asked, questioning why the safe technology wasn't being used.

This behavior is highly suspicious.

“Efficient information exchange will allow your knowledge system to be updated very quickly.” Mebius chuckled. “This will create a disguised barrier and oppression for ordinary people who have not entered the mental network. Therefore, this technology will be sealed after the defeat of the Herrscher of Mechanics.”

"Then why not let everyone in the world join the mental network?" the woman said, expressing her idea.

Mebius rolled his eyes at this.

"This would have too much of a shock to society and could easily cause many problems. It is not suitable for promotion in the short term."

"I see. As expected of Dr. Möbius, he has considered everything very thoroughly." The woman was very moved and felt that Möbius was a good person who was willing to limit the technology he developed in order to ensure social stability.

Mebius smiled gently at this. They had always wanted to break down the barriers to information exchange in human society, as this was a major constraint on the progress and leap forward of human civilization.

Therefore, from the beginning, she did not intend to restrict the mental network, but rather to wait for these human elites to experience the advantages and convenience of the mental network.

At that time, they would take the initiative to maintain the mental network and find reasons to prevent her from dissolving it.

When that time comes, she only needs to follow the momentum of the times and give it a little push to spread the spiritual network to all mankind.

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the other side.

In the world of snakes.

Operating room.

“Since the enemy’s strength has increased to an unprecedented level,” Mebius put on his mask, gazed intently at Kevin on the operating table, and chuckled, “young man, it’s time for you to level up too.”

"Won't there be a bunch of side effects?" Kevin asked with some concern, but then he saw Mebius's inexplicable smile as he conjured a sharp scalpel out of thin air.

"Don't worry, all the aftereffects will disappear. If there is any side effect, it is that your strength will be enhanced to the level of the strongest human in the true sense."

"At that time, you might have become a little arrogant, thinking that you could do whatever you wanted."

At this point, a look of worry appeared in her emerald green eyes.

"Hmm, should we preemptively eliminate some of your potential dangers, such as turning you into a beautiful girl so you can't harm others?"

"I'm starting to really not want to have the surgery." Kevin twitched his lips, contemplating whether or not to run away.

"Stop fooling around, and obediently undergo the surgery." With a light laugh, Mebius raised his hand to cover Kevin's eyes. "Take a short nap, and you'll find the world has changed, and experience what it feels like to be the strongest."

"..." Kevin sighed, closed his eyes, and accepted Mebius's surgery. Although his title of hero was given by Mebius, he was a true hero.

Given his personality, he will inevitably become a hero sooner or later, given the backdrop of the Honkai crisis.

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outside world.

The ever-growing number of Herrscher of Mechanics began invading human settlements, except for a very few areas that were too remote to be invaded.

Most of the human settlements have been occupied by the Herrscher of Mecha's clones. Fortunately, the clones of the Herrscher of Mecha did not carry out a massacre, but only controlled the humans.

And surprisingly, it also gently provides the most basic survival guarantee.

However, some people see further ahead and feel... wary of the Herrscher of Mechanics' gentle behavior.

"Humanity is becoming useless," May said, her expression turning somewhat troubled.

"I can survive without working." A cup of steaming coffee was placed on Mei's table.

“This is something countless people dream of.” Prometheus looked at his creator, his voice tinged with doubt. “Human technological progress is aimed at liberating people from tedious labor, or what is called 'uselessness'.”

“Technological progress is not about rendering humanity useless, but about enabling humanity to focus its energy on what it wants to do,” May replied. “It’s no longer about working just to survive, but about having the right to choose your future.”

"In the end, technological progress hasn't led most people to do what they want." Prometheus consulted the brain database and discovered that the nature of human work may be somewhat different now.

However, most people don't change much in essence and are not able to work hard for what they want to do.

Rather, it's about striving to survive.

"How to use technology to change humanity is something that humanity needs to think about." Mei shook her head slightly. "However, humans who have been replaced by the Herrscher of Mechanics can only be forced into uselessness, even more useless than humans raising pigs."

If the Herrscher of Machines had decided to wage war against humanity, provoking resistance, the situation might have been quite different.

However, the Herrscher of Mechanics' separate entities... merely restricted humanity and began to replace humanity's role in society.

From screwing in screws, building walls, directing traffic, cooking, judging, and teaching, all jobs and roles that required human intervention have been replaced.

In this situation, humanity is confined to small rooms by the Herrscher of Mechanics, becoming isolated islands, living a life of constant repetition: wake up, eat, eat, sleep.

Until one day, the people trapped on the island realize that they are meaningless and have no choice.

That person... became completely useless.

"So, the key point is the right to choose?" Prometheus nodded slightly as if he understood, but it was unclear what he was thinking.

However, there seemed to be some subtle changes.

"Prometheus, is there anything you wish to do?" May asked her creation, only to see Prometheus shake his head.

“No rush, you have plenty of time to think,” she asserted, even in a situation so dire for humanity’s survival.