A higher-dimensional incarnation, starting by leveraging the stars.

Chapter 121 Sangbiao No. 1

The evening in Wuhan in March still carried a chilly spring breeze.

When Hu Biao came out of Shen Moxuan's office, his phone kept vibrating. Messages in the WeChat group were scrolling by quickly, all of them discussing his paper in Cell.

When the paper was published, it wasn't just Shen Moxuan who saw it; in fact, it was a big deal in the School of Biology. The news spread like wildfire, and within hours it had become an open secret.

"Sang Biao is awesome! He's ascended to the ranks of immortals!"

"I knew this kid wasn't human, and he really wasn't."

"@Hu Biao, please treat us!"

"Congratulations!"

These are messages from a few guys in the dorm. Oh, and the last one was from Lin Wanqing.

Hu Biao thought for a moment, then replied with "thank you" in the last message. He then sent a message to his roommates to meet at a local restaurant near the school. They ate a hearty meal together and settled the score for this grudge.

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In the days that followed, he stopped going to class and instead spent all his time in the library. He had no choice; he had too much knowledge in his head, and reading materials helped him digest it.

At night, instead of returning to his dormitory, he tinkered with some things at the underground research base in Siberia.

Three months later, deep in a rainforest in one of the Southeast Asian countries, within the territory of the Red October Order, in a huge underground space fifty meters below the surface, Hu Biao stood with his arms crossed, looking at his "masterpiece."

It was a black, oval-shaped "brain," like an egg, standing on the experimental table in the space. It was not immersed in nutrient solution, but was exposed naked to the air. It was more than a meter tall, completely black, and its surface was not smooth, but covered with deep grooves, like a parched and cracked earth.

At this moment, the egg brain was beating slowly and heavily, like a living heart.

With each pulsation, a deep purple, fluorescent pattern, like bursting blood vessels, would appear on the black surface, flowing instantly throughout the body along the grooves before fading away.

Countless "connecting lines" extend from the bottom of the egg brain and deep within its grooves.

Instead of being neatly bundled together, these cables cascaded and spread out in all directions in a chaotic and disorderly manner, like waterfalls or vines, pouring down from the high platform and intertwining on the ground like countless sleeping serpents.

Most of the cables eventually converge in one direction: a giant monitor that almost occupies the entire wall.

A monitor is supposed to be a cold, technological creation made up of countless screens.

But this monitor seems to be parasitized.

Those "vascular cables" extending from the black brain clung to the monitor's massive frame like ivy, even penetrating the screen's glass and merging with the internal pixels. Their ends split into finer capillaries, forming pulsating, seemingly growing veins on the screen.

Suddenly, the monitor lit up, and countless characters from the Eastern Kingdom refreshed the screen like code. Upon closer inspection, they were all slang and profanities from various parts of the Eastern Kingdom—very uncivilized indeed.

Seeing these abusive words, Hu Biao's face darkened. With a slight thought, the screen jumped, the text instantly switched to neat Song typeface, and the data stream began to scroll in an orderly manner.

System initialization complete.

[Core Consciousness Unit: Active]

External interfaces: 47 activated

[Storage Unit: In Integration — Estimated Completion Time: 72 Hours]

[Computing Resource Allocation: Adaptive Mode]

Hu Biao nodded in satisfaction.

This is the result of his month-long work: a truly biological computer.

The core is not a silicon-based chip, nor a quantum processor, but a "living" consciousness unit.

This is the result of his initial practical application of the Prophet System and his analysis of a portion of the Temple System.

It is not simply a computer.

It is a "living" consciousness.

However, this consciousness has no self, no desires, and no independent personality; it is merely a tool. The switch for this tool is itself. The opening and closing of this biological computer is done through its mental power, and the fluctuations of its mental power are the password for this computer.

With a thought, Hu Biao gently raised his hand, and a thin silver tube extended out, connecting to the internet interface in the underground space.

"Connect to an external network."

With a thought, the command is issued.

The data stream on the screen accelerated instantly, with countless windows popping up and closing simultaneously, so fast that the naked eye could not keep up.

[Connecting to the global internet —]

[Connection complete]

[Access points detected: 47 satellite links, 892 backbone nodes, 37 billion terminal devices]

[Index being built]

Indexing complete

System Status: Online

Looking at the dense stream of data on the screen, a slight smile appeared on his lips, and the screen remained silent for a second.

Then, tens of thousands of documents, papers, reports, news articles, forum posts, and even encrypted emails poured down like a waterfall.

A total of 173,842 relevant entries were found.

[Sorted by relevance]

[Will you conduct an in-depth analysis?]

Hu Biao waved his hand: "No need, it's just a test of the response speed."

The data stream on the screen stops scrolling, and the system interface returns to its previous simple state.

He thought about it again and then issued a second instruction.

Keywords related to "monitoring all parasitic monsters globally," "prehistoric civilizations," and "prophet systems" are included.

[Instruction confirmed]

[Monitoring Scope: Global Internet (including the dark web)]

[Keyword database: already established]

Hu Biao nodded.

Although he destroyed the lair of those symbiotic civilizations and took away their prophetic systems and faith crystals, this parasitic race, which has existed for countless years, could not possibly only possess the power of the sphere house. Heaven knows how much more power they still hide.

Meanwhile, he was interested in how the Western Eagle regime would react after being exposed right under the noses of its powerful figures.

After all, the recent calm in the West Eagle puzzled him. Could it be that these symbiotes have such great power in the dark that they can suppress such exposure?

He possesses a high-dimensional perspective, but there are many things that cannot be seen with a high-dimensional perspective. Unlike the internet, which, under the influence of modern technology, hides a great deal of secrets within the network and in the hard drives of countless server backends, his high-dimensional perspective cannot see these hidden contents. This is why he rushed to create "Sangbiao No. 1".

Yes, this biological computer is named "Sangbiao" No. 1.

"Sangbiao No. 1" is his online persona.

In the future, this place will also become a sacred site for the Red October.

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