Xingtie: Starting with an in-depth analysis of the Yellow Springs

Ke Xing was powerless; her current status was merely that of a research assistant she had hired, with no authority whatsoever.

"Why! You won't even let go of such a small amount of computing power!"

"I'm just one step away, the very last step!"

"It's my last hope, my only chance to turn things around, please."

"I'm going to fight you to the death!"

Pattvia's colleagues shouted indignantly and rushed towards the other side's laboratory, trying to stop the forced relocation.

Xing picked up the power cord of the Creation Machine and rushed into the territory of the Pure Creation School with the crowd.

They brutally knocked Xing to the ground, his face pressed against the metal floor, the low-temperature ice crystals piercing his cells.

You have lost, you have lost badly, and you are trapped in this tiny place. This cramped prison will not be opened until the relocation is over.

As the jump begins, the images on the screen vibrate like dancing strings.

Pativia's meticulously crafted laboratory collapsed within the space, and years of hard work died in the frantically fluctuating data charts.

An unnamed fire ignited in Xingxin's heart: "You will pay the price!"

I will wait for the right moment so that you so-called prophets may witness the anger of the mediocre.

[Star: Damn it, I'm being bullied by simulated data users! I can't stand it! Black Tower, let me in for testing, I'll nerf them!]

[Black Tower: Ahem, don't be angry. Those are just simulation data. It's normal that you don't have power.]

[#BlackTower34: Lady Black Tower doesn't want you causing trouble in her unknowable realm.]

[Black Tower: Who gave you permission to speak!]

[Bell: Weren't the scepters already divided? How could they just snatch them?]

[Doctor Truth: What the school of thought needs are interests and values; Parthia's experiments have been going on for too long without any results.]

[Himeko: The Futurology Conference is just a show. Only the school of thought that successfully produces a perfect scholar will have the last laugh; the others will forever remain in the background.]

[Screw Gummy: The School Wars have now reached their climax.]

[Gold Sand: This is humanity. Scholars are no more noble than anyone else, except Professor Latio.]

[Yae no Miko: Blinded by greed, how many can remain unaffected?]

March 7th: So cold... I'm so cold.

[Himeko: What's going on in March? Her symptoms have gotten worse lately.]

[Black Swan: It's really strange; my memories of March seem somewhat jumbled.]

[Star: Is it because we're getting closer to Onphalus? It seems like our health is getting worse as March approaches.]

[March 7th: Cough cough, just need a rest... The three of us... promised... promised to save them together.]

The series of failed experiments caused Parthia's project to lose its final investment.

Xing only saw a lonely figure, who was signing an agreement with the Scepter Management Committee, giving up one ten-thousandth of the right to use it.

But this is not an isolated case. The increasing number of mergers and acquisitions is bringing the situation back to a pre-written script, with knowledge flowing like money to the top schools of thought.

Xing realized that the initial allocation was just a dream, and it was time to wake up.

The fragile peace forged by the Futurology Conference collapsed, and behind the high walls of cooperation lay a... war between academic schools of thought.

The next volume, Onphalus.

Chapter 227 Inorganic Life

"What are you two still doing in the lab? This place no longer belongs to you, get out right now."

The school members brutally drove away Star and Black Tower, while Pativia had already reluctantly signed away.

The space roared as the engines gradually moved the scepters there.

Xing was furious and rolled up his sleeves, ready to fight.

Hei Ta rubbed his forehead, then reached out and tapped Xing's forehead, reminding her to step out of character.

"Assistant Black Tower, what are you doing!" Xing protested.

Black Tower rolled his eyes. "Stop pretending. Your acting skills can't even fool Pepe."

As he spoke, Black Tower walked toward the exit.

"I was planning to find a place to hide and read more information about the scepter, but Parthia was kicked out before she could even set off."

"She and I are both incredibly unlucky."

Xing quickly followed, "Even geniuses believe in luck?"

"To be precise, it's probability. When you encounter an outlier in a high-probability event, people describe it as luck," Black Tower sighed sarcastically.

"Of course, I've never been very lucky."

"You rely on your abilities, why would you care about luck?" Xing joked.

Staring at the star for a few seconds, the clear gaze silenced Black Tower.

"I've mentioned it before, haven't I? The knowledge circle—whenever I try to step out of it, something unexpected happens."

Black Tower said indignantly, "Database storage components fail at critical moments; core team members encounter shipwrecks while on vacation... Disasters always seem to strike at just the right time, shattering my efforts."

Wow, so it turns out that most of the disasters on Azure Star were caused by you.

However, the Black Tower also compensated those affected, and no one died as a result. Finally, it used its power to seal the star core, which is the one within my body.

Wendy: It seems working alongside geniuses is a high-risk job.

[Star: This is your simulated universe, and we've been bullied!]

[Black Tower: I don't understand why you're getting so hung up on a few data points.]

[Star: Because rules are meant to be broken!]

Xing's lips curled up in a mischievous smile as she said, "So this is how you became a savior?"

Black Tower stomped his foot in dissatisfaction, failing to grasp the underlying meaning of his words.

"Do you think I want this? I'd rather trade all my savior's reputation for nothing happening."

[Bai E: ...]

[Kevin: ...]

[The Fire-Stealing Traveler: ...]

[Star: It seems like some strange people have infiltrated, perhaps the Fire Thief?]

[Wan Di: So you have your own consciousness. Why did you follow Lai Gu Shi Gan? You just wanted to be a pawn.]

[The Fire Thief: Give me... fire...]

[Saifei: Don't try to persuade him. This guy only has the Fire Seed in his head. He's always looking up at the sky. He probably wants to get the Fire Seed of the Sky Titan but can't get up there. Haha, that's hilarious.]

[That Summer: Aglaia, do you think the Fire Chase is still necessary? Ha, it's pointless to ask you.]

[Xia Die: Teacher means that the purpose of the Ancient Ones is to recreate the world, and we should delay the Fire Chasing.]

[Tibo: Butterfly, it's no use. The Black Tide is oppressive; there's no better way than chasing fire.]

[That Summer: I will unravel the essence of re-creation; give me time.]

[Bai'er: Teacher, we believe in you.]

Dozens of scepters were connected by vacuum tubes; they wanted to replicate the power of the imperial era, but the cold scepters only responded with silence.

They are nucleusless neurons and do not possess the ability to think.

They lack prominent neurons and are not capable of communication.

The stars touched their skin, and a subtle vibration traveled through their fingertips; it was… sadness.

Lacking intelligence, this killing weapon, the Emperor's Sword capable of annihilating a star system in a mere millisecond, somehow sensed emotions.

My heart pounded, and tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.

"Why? They're inanimate objects," Xing wondered.

Inorganic life... may be no different from us.

In a daze, these emotions and thoughts vanished, leaving only a single tear on my cheek.

A chill ran straight to her head, and Xing felt a wave of fear; she seemed to have been affected just now.

With the assistance of the Interstellar Peace Corporation, the learner successfully decoded a message from the scepter: there is a core responsible for asking questions, a central hub for issuing commands, which once connected all individuals.

But the scepter provides no information about its core.

Location, function—everything is blank.

The prevailing view is that the so-called core figure is Rupert II.

[Black Tower: You're definitely different from us; you actually empathized with the scepter. Star, can you share your feelings?]

[Star: No, I haven't reached that point yet.]

[Black Tower: Hurry up, I'll speed up your simulation time flow.]

[Bell: The core of the scepter is the emperor, which seems to make a lot of sense; otherwise, it wouldn't explain why the scepter no longer makes real-time decisions.]

[Screw Goom: The Second Generation has been confirmed as a living, breathing organic being.]

[*Walter: So, an organic life form has gained the recognition of inorganic life? Unbelievable.]

The star re-enters the simulated universe.

Pain, my heart is pounding, and my whole body is enveloped in liquid.

Researchers have stated that "the rejection reaction in the experiment is gradually intensifying."

Xing accepted the information in his mind: he was a test subject of Maester Crouch, and one of the most heavily modified ones at that.

My damn luck.

"Injection of a harmonizing agent."

The pain gradually subsided as the medication was injected.

Xing could faintly hear people talking.

Crouch, a proponent of perfect evolution, is questioning the scepter.

"Is there an intermediate form that encompasses the advantages of both organic and inorganic, overcomes their shortcomings, and thus becomes the most suitable culture medium for the development of intelligence?"

During the Imperial Wars, people discovered that intelligent machines, as inorganic life forms, possessed unique intelligence.

Even if all knowledge of the universe were readily available, human lifespan would not be enough to sustain one outside the realm of knowledge.

Humans are born within a circle, and no matter how far they go, they are only bound by an even larger circle, making it difficult to escape.

Crouch and the star in the incubation chamber locked eyes, their breathing as steady as a mechanical engine.

"What traps humanity is not just lifespan, but also outdated organic brain tissue."

"Therefore, a perfect scholar needs an infinite lifespan... You! Tell me, how can I possess a life free from constraints!"

The grotesque face filled the entire screen, and the sense of madness overflowed from the screen.

A prompt came through my ear: Input variables: Rupert Empire mechanical gear, high-speed life-sustaining nutrient solution, primate-compatible promoter…

Initiating the combination, injecting the stability equation…

My vision started to blur.

Xing murmured to herself, "Judging from my self-awareness, I am an inorganic entity."

A bad thought grew wildly in my mind and took root deep in my consciousness.

The reinforced glass of the incubation chamber, like the fragile shell of a nut, shattered into pieces under a fist.

Xing rose and ran wildly into the depths of the scepter.

Chapter 228 The Silent Lord