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Chapter 114 A Huge Harvest!!
Chapter 114 A Huge Harvest!!
The essence of the prophecy system is a "translator".
It translates the runic logic of the Third Civilization into code logic that modern computers can understand and execute. It transforms the extraordinary energy of faith, which could originally only be processed by temple systems, into data that can be quantified, stored, and distributed by algorithms.
It abandoned the advanced functions of the temple system that Hu Biao still cannot understand, and only retained the most basic, practical and symbiotic modules: faith reception, faith storage and faith distribution.
This is why symbiotes don't need the complete original temple.
Because they don't need those extra features at all.
They only need a usable tool to sustain the mother's life and awaken their kind.
Hu Biao closed his eyes, and the connection between his consciousness and the prophetic system deepened.
He could feel every module, every line of code, and every rune of the system slowly unfolding in his consciousness, like opening a thick encyclopedia written in two languages.
On the left is the original logic of the Third Civilization, and on the right is the way modern civilization is realized.
In the middle is a bridge that countless symbiotes have painstakingly built over hundreds and thousands of years.
This is a complete, executable, and proven temple system implementation plan.
The original temple in his possession is the standard answer.
Now, he has both the standard answer and the solution process.
"This is fucking amazing!"
Hu Biao couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"We've made a fortune!"
As the analysis deepened, the Prophet's core permissions began to automatically open to Hu Biao's consciousness.
All the data, all the modules, all the runes and code were presented to him without reservation.
The temple system took over everything with practiced ease.
From this moment on, the Prophet System no longer belongs to the symbiote.
Its surname is Hu.
At the same time, through this analysis, Hu Biao also gained a method for reverse analysis of the temple system of the Third Civilization.
At this moment, the spherical space fell into a deathly silence.
All the symbiotes stood there dumbfounded, staring at the completely out-of-control screens on the control panel, at the eerie light that kept changing on the crystal of faith, and at the rune arrays that were flashing wildly out of control.
"The prophet has lost control."
One researcher murmured, his voice filled with disbelief.
"Impossible—how could this be—"
Someone was frantically banging on the rune array on the console, trying to re-establish the connection.
But all efforts were in vain.
The Prophet System vanished completely, as if it had never existed.
Instead, they were confronted with something entirely new, unfamiliar, and terrifying from the depths of their souls—code.
"What happened? What exactly happened?"
Inside the sphere, the symbiote, seemingly the highest-ranking member, roared. Suddenly, as if remembering something, he turned and looked at E-17, who had just been brought into the sphere.
"Elder, I—" E-17, or rather, Jack Ma, was also completely dumbfounded. He didn't know what had happened, but he vaguely knew that this might have been caused by him!
"It's you, damn it, you bastard! You exposed us, you—" The elder had completely abandoned all decorum, pointing at Jack Ma, his eyes blazing with golden light, furious—
Well, before he could make any further moves, an indescribable force enveloped the entire spherical space, the underground lake below, the mother organism in the lake, and the countless solidified symbiotes sleeping at the bottom of the lake.
Space is distorted —
next moment.
In the western part of Xiying, there is an unnamed town.
Three hundred meters underground, there exists a spherical space that has existed for countless years, along with the underground lake below, the matrix within the lake and countless solidified symbiotes, and all the researchers, equipment, and rune arrays within the space...
It vanished into thin air.
Instead, there was a huge, empty void.
The rock walls at the edge of the cavity were as smooth as a mirror, as if they had been neatly cut by some force.
Mars.
Utopia Plain.
A huge spherical building suddenly appeared on the rusty red barren land.
Half of it is buried in the soil, and the other half is exposed to the thin atmosphere of Mars. Its surface is covered with a complex array of runes, which gleam eerily in the dark red starlight.
Beneath the spherical structure lies a vast underground lake, its milky white waters as still as a mirror. In the center of the lake lies a gigantic creature, approximately forty to fifty meters long. The lakebed is densely covered with countless solidified symbiotic corpses.
Inside the spherical building, dozens of researchers in white lab coats collapsed to the ground, staring in horror through the broken dome at the unfamiliar and desolate sky outside.
A dark red star hangs low in the sky.
There was no blue sky, no clouds, only an endless, rusty red wasteland stretching to the horizon.
"This—where is this—uh—"
Before they could finish a sentence, almost all the symbiotes had already grabbed their own necks.
Clearly, the Martian environment is not suitable for their survival.
And so, just as Dr. Mori had been, inside the sphere, twenty-seven symbiotic monsters, including the Elder and Jack Ma, repeated everything Dr. Mori had done—
"Wow, that's a bit big!"
Blue Star, Eastern Country, Imperial University, School of Biology. Hu Biao rubbed his forehead, his head aching. There was just too much information; he needed time to process it. But before that, he still had work to do.
For example, the huge icosahedral faith crystal inside the sphere, as well as the faith crystals connected to the nodes of the various rune networks, are what he needs now. He wants to use these to improve the faith pool and faith system within the temple. Of course, there is also the most important thing: the Abyss Unit inside the sphere.
With this, he could finally catch his breath.
"Ugh, this is such a hassle!"
Thinking about the temple renovation project, he started to get a headache again. It was not something that could be completed in a short time. At the very least, he still needed to digest some of the knowledge he had just acquired.
Westhawk, Palo Alto, California.
SPACEX Medical Center, VIP ward.
The morning sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting warm dappled patterns on the white sheets.
The monitor emitted a steady "beep" sound, and the clear liquid in the IV tube dripped down, flowing along the thin tube into the body of the man lying on the hospital bed.
He opened his eyes.
The ceiling was a standard hospital white, with a slightly grainy texture. The air smelled of disinfectant, mixed with a faint, almost imperceptible floral fragrance. Sunlight fell on the back of his right hand, and he could feel its faint warmth.
Lord Ma, yes, now we should call him Lord Ma.
He blinked, then slowly raised his right hand and placed it in front of his eyes.
It was the hand of a middle-aged man, with slightly rough skin, distinct knuckles, and a faint white mark on his ring finger, left by a ring he had worn for a long time. His fingers trembled slightly, as if he had just awakened from a long slumber.
"I—" He opened his mouth, his throat was terribly dry, and the voice he made was hoarse and unfamiliar.
Memories flood back like a tidal wave.
It wasn't his own memory.
Or rather, not entirely.
Forty-seven years of life, the hardships of starting a business, the rise of SpaceX, the fervor of the Mars program, the eloquent speeches in front of the media, the exhaustion of working alone with blueprints in the office late at night, and those—those scenes that did not belong to him.
"Twenty-seven years?!"
"Jack Ma".
He murmured, his voice carrying an indescribable, complex emotion.
Anger? Yes. Anyone who knows that their body has been occupied by another consciousness for twenty-seven years would be furious.
But what if we look at it from another angle?
If his body hadn't been taken over by this symbiotic monster, would he still be able to become the current Ma Dugong?
This is a choice: start at age twenty, serve twenty-seven years in prison, and upon release become the world's nominal richest man and a master of arrogance, possessing an incredibly healthy body and immense power.
Can he manage it if given twenty-seven years?
Although he was also full of vigor and confidence at twenty, I really might not have been able to get to this point.