Chapter 261: Faya! Faya!
The lightsaber stabbed the Valkyrie's forehead without hesitation.
The young girl Posa is still in a coma, and she is welcoming her own end in this coma.
At this moment, she can no longer resist this lightsaber that embodies the Dark Star's top technology!
Yang Ming's eyes were almost spitting fire, and he acted without any hesitation!
The end of the lightsaber reached the Valkyrie's forehead. The toughness of her skin made Yang Ming feel great resistance, but the lightsaber had begun to automatically enter the vibration mode, and the accumulated energy was about to be released.
'forerunner.'
There was a sudden flash of light.
That feeling of the surrounding space being frozen appeared again.
Are you here?
Yang Ming couldn't move, but his mind was extremely active, and a blurry human figure was reflected in his pupils.
It was as if there was a human-like creature slowly walking towards us from outside of time and space.
At this moment when everything around him came to a standstill, even the operation of Lu's main brain came to a standstill, in this infinitely stretched moment, the halo of thorns slowly rose, floated slowly to the top of Yang Ming's head, and buckled down tightly.
Buzz——
There was a buzzing in Yang Ming's ears.
He suddenly became able to move, and floated off the ground quickly as if his soul had left his body. When he looked down, he could see himself kneeling on one knee and pressing down the Valkyrie with his shield, surrounded by hovering disc-shaped drones.
A strange voice sounded beside Yang Ming's ears.
At first, Yang Ming couldn't understand what the other party was saying. Every syllable of the other party seemed to be overlapping and contained huge information.
But after the slight noise, the voice became clear and turned into a normal baritone.
"It seems that I can communicate with him... Let me adjust the frequency of my brain waves... Oh, I will probably be punished. Not only is the project verification close to failure, but I also have to communicate directly with low-dimensional humans..."
High-dimensional human individuals from the Faya civilization?
Yang Ming had been influenced by the three old monsters, the Omnic Twilight, and had no fear of this kind of high-dimensional life forms.
He frowned and asked, "Who's talking?"
“Hi, I’m here.”
An almost transparent figure appeared in front of Yang Ming and waved to him .
He has the overall appearance of a human, but because it is blurry, the specific details cannot be seen.
Yang Ming's frown deepened, with undisguised hostility in his eyes, and he whispered, "Faya?"
"Yes, forerunner from Earth, I am very happy to talk to you in this way. I am from the Fayya civilization, which is the upper civilization in the galaxy where you are currently. My team and I are responsible for the development of a biological weapon.
“As you can see, the Valkyrie Posa is our precious specimen, the only mature product from the 3,621st experiment.
"She contains infinite possibilities, and this possibility is so precious that it is worth exchanging for a medium-low-level civilization with the potential for dimensional upgrading."
The figure spoke slowly:
"I can understand your feelings towards her. The oppression from your genes does make you feel full of crisis.
"But, can you please not kill her? I can take her to other large galaxy clusters to complete her self-improvement before upgrading. If she can upgrade in the form of a low-dimensional human body, I can advance to Class A.
“That’s very important to me.”
Yang Ming was silent.
"You should be able to sense my urgency, Forerunner," the figure said slowly, "We can't communicate directly because I can only barely understand the low-dimensional world. I have to take the trouble to describe my world to the way you can accept it."
"I can let her go," Yang Ming suddenly said, "My home planet, in exchange for the safety of my home planet, is far less valuable than a medium-low-level civilization for you."
"Oh, indeed. A planet that has not yet stepped out of the greenhouse and does not even have the foundation of a first-level civilization has no value in itself... but it's a pity."
The figure shook his head repeatedly:
"That was not the project I was responsible for. Interfering across projects was an extremely serious mistake made by my society."
"Why?" Yang Ming asked, "Don't you have any acquaintances in that project?"
The figure laughed dumbly: "You can't understand, my fellow humans in the low-dimensional world. We are individuals and fragments. For example, if the partitions of your brain interfere with each other, what will happen to you? You will become a fool. Hahahaha, this is really humorous."
The corners of Yang Ming's mouth twitched slightly.
This was even more ridiculous than the jokes he had heard at the big evening parties on Blue Star.
Yang Ming said in a deep voice: "I don't quite understand."
"Okay," the figure groaned for a few seconds, "Then I'll explain it in a way that you can understand. I have a name. The name itself is very long and contains my genetic information, but at the end, I have a number, 9587. Do you understand?"
There are obviously more black lines on Yang Ming's forehead.
The figure is a bit helpless:
"Okay! Okay! You low-dimensional humans, your imagination and the information density your brains carry are ridiculous! I am not a complete individual.
"Of course, I have an independent personality, I can think completely, and I can travel freely through the cracks in time. Except for not being able to change events that have already happened and are fixed by the light cone, I can do everything you think of as a miracle.
"Then I am essentially a thought, a thought body left behind by the guy without a number at a certain time.
"By the way, in our world, time is discontinuous."
Yang Ming asked: "Are you part of a true individual of the Fayya civilization?"
"That's right, but I don't like to describe myself using the relationship between part and whole. I am this individual, but I was left behind in this time domain. There are also more than 300 fragmented thinking bodies left in this time domain. When we think together and merge, it is the thinking of this individual in the current time domain."
Yang Ming: …
"Why make it so complicated?" Yang Ming complained.
"You think the Milky Way is a very large galaxy cluster, right?"
"certainly."
"There is only one administrator of the galaxy."
"Uh, you?"
"I am just a fragment of the administrator's thoughts left in a certain period of time. The project I am responsible for is the fusion of the ancient gods and the human bodies of the low-dimensional world. Of course, this individual has always been in a split-thinking mode. Our split minds form a social system."
Yang Ming asked: "What about your control over your bodies?"
"Body? We don't need a body!" The figure was a little anxious. "Oh my God, why do I have to talk to you about so many things you can't understand! Yes, I am a Fayya. We have a brilliant civilization. I control all the energy in the Milky Way and observe the rise and fall of these low-level civilizations."
Yang Ming: "Then can you help my home planet? I can let Po Suo go."
The figure almost broke apart:
"No! Absolutely not! Absolutely not! You little bastard! I cannot interfere with other thought fragments. My only mission is to train Posha to the point where she can upgrade her dimension! If I interfere with other minds, more minds will become confused, and that will cause a disaster in the galaxy!
"These civilizations in the Milky Way have not directly experienced the gamma storm from the center of the Milky Way on a large time scale. Guess who is responsible for this!
"I can destroy this place directly for this mission. I'm not kidding you!"
"Well, please don't be impatient, let's continue talking about Posha."
Yang Ming smiled gently.
He said slowly, "I respect the Fayan civilization very much, but I didn't expect that the power of a Fayan's mind could directly control the energy flow of the entire galaxy. This is too powerful."
The figure said calmly, "We can enter a higher dimension first, then expand ourselves, and we can encompass the entire galaxy."
Yang Ming asked: "I once saw a book in the Twilight of Omnics. Of course, I can't read the text directly. It was translated for me by the gravekeeper. It said that if you want to move from a low dimension to a high dimension, there are only three basic methods so far - mechanical ascension, mental ascension, and high-dimensional life migration. The Faya civilization is mental ascension, right?"
"Yes, we have mastered the secret of the information rules of this universe," the figure said with a smile, "You not only have powerful military force, but also have so much academic reserves, although these academics are so primitive."
"You don't have to lie to me, right? After all, you are like the father civilization."
"That's right." The figure's voice became much gentler. "Although I think much faster than you, I can't experience complete emotions, so there's no need for me to lie."
Yang Ming pinched his chin and thought carefully, then asked softly, "Is Po Su your experimental subject? Not Kigrov's?"
The figure laughed and said:
“For you, we exist in a gap in time, which can be narrow, opened up, or infinitely extended.
"It is very dangerous to directly interfere with low-dimensional space-time in the time gap. For example, if you take a pen and scribble directly on paper, the paper will inevitably be different from before it was scribbled.
"Spacetime is like this. The more interference there is from the outside, the lower the value of this spacetime becomes.
"In order to minimize the impact of my experimental process on time and space, I can only use various methods, such as cultivating some experimental embryos from fertilized eggs, which is what Posa did."
Yang Ming frowned tightly: "Has Professor Kigrove been influenced by you?"
The figure emphasized, "I minimized the impact on time and space, and I can prune experiments that might go the wrong way in advance by observing various possible future directions. I did not affect Kegrov. My biggest impact on the experiment was helping them preserve the Ancient God cells and preventing them from completely dying."
"What about me?" Yang Ming asked.
"You are an accident, or in other words, you chose the most risky path among your many options."
The figure said in a gentle voice:
"I can't interfere with the 'Civilization Game' project team, but I can observe that after you were selected, you were placed inside Hanton's body.
“You think this is you, but it’s not you. We have copied your mind in an incubator called Earth. You have actually died in the first possible experiment in the Earth incubator.
"Of course, we reset the incubator, just like pruning branches, so that the isolated space-time could complete a simple reversal. In fact, this kind of reversal consumes a lot of energy, but we have almost endless energy, which is truly endless, so we can do this.
"You no longer exist in the incubator civilization that started over, but your thought process has been written into Hanton's brain by the Civilization Game Project Team.
“At that time, you could have left directly, returned to the empire and started to improve yourself step by step.
“The thought fragments in that project team like to do this. They like to arrange three or five different forerunners into different political systems, give them the same promotion opportunities, and see if they can help their home planets quickly adapt to the environment after the assessment.
“To be honest, out of a thousand pioneers, only a dozen can do it.
"You actually chose to anger Kigrov instead of going to the lifeboat to prepare for your escape... We all thought it was a pity that a backward incubator civilization lost its forerunner, but we didn't expect that you would survive those few hours with the one chance of resurrection that every forerunner has.
"I thought at the time that you, a low-dimensional human, were very interesting."
Yang Ming: …
Holy shit! Do the Forerunners really have a resurrection armor?
His resurrection armor has been used up in the process of integrating the Valkyrie genes?
What the hell!
Don't be impatient. You can't really offend the leader of the Faya civilization.
The real thing is to find a way to get some benefits from him.
"In other words," Yang Ming whispered, "I was involved in both of your projects at the same time."
"That's right."
"This is not fair to me!" Yang Ming's voice trembled. "Do you know? I have paid so much and endured so much for my home planet and my family, but in the end..."
The figure laughed and said, "I can't give you another chance to revive. This is not my project. Your acting skills are too poor."
The corners of Yang Ming's mouth twitched a few times: "Then let's talk it straight. If I let Po Suo go, what can you give me?"
The figure groaned for a few seconds and said, "I can guarantee that Po Su will not come to you to take back your genes again, and then take her away, and give you the compensation that I can give you within my authority."
"No, I don't agree," Yang Ming said, "Po Suo may not listen to you. I have already forged a mortal enemy with her, a real mortal enemy."
"Tell me your conditions."
Yang Ming's eyes gleamed with brilliance: "I want to become a life form equal to her, and ensure that my personality will not be eroded by the power of the ancient gods. My current energy and genetic level should be able to accept the transformation of the ancient god's genes again."
The figure was stunned.
In the gap of time, he stared blankly at the man in front of him.
Why?
The Faya people's thinking fragments could not quite understand Yang Ming's request.
Yang Ming actually, actually, actually took the initiative to become the second experimental subject of his project to enhance his ability to resist experimental risks!
What kind of spirit is this?
This is a fearless spirit of sacrifice that transcends dimensions and contributes to higher-dimensional humans!
"I agree!"
The figure shouted immediately.
Yang Ming: …
Is his request too simple?
"I have other conditions."
"Of course, you can bring it up," the figure smiled, "but I can only talk to you like this once. This is against the rules. Although my supervisor has discovered it, he feels that our chat will not have any impact on time and space, so he did not stop it."
Yang Ming asked: "Before I am sure that Po Suo has no hostility towards me, I must imprison her under my hands."
"Of course," the figure said gently, "In fact, if you want to undergo a transformation surgery on yourself, her genes will be the bridge. I will find a way to get the Ancient God cells to you as soon as possible. I will put the specific experimental procedures in the main brain of your assistant."
Yang Ming grinned.
"Also, I can remind you that you are my experimental subject now. I cannot let anything happen to you. This is in line with my logic."
The figure seemed to be looking into the distance.
"If possible, try to avoid getting close to the Imperial Star...
“Oh, never mind. What I saw was a confirmed timeline, and you will definitely go to the Imperial Star.
"Your future seems to be full of twists and turns and dangers. Try to think more before doing things and rely more on your mechanical thinking body, the main brain... I have received a serious warning and can't say more. I will not violate the rules again to protect the experimental subject."
Yang Ming: …
"What about my home planet?" Yang Ming asked, "Can it pass Faya's game?"
"Compared to the other four greenhouse civilizations, your home planet has no competitiveness. The five-to-three elimination rule is an iron rule that cannot be changed. We treat all greenhouse civilizations equally." The figure shook his head gently, "But in this game, your home planet has a small chance of turning the tables, but that has nothing to do with you, Forerunner."
Yang Ming was stunned for a moment, then nodded, as if he understood something.
Thank you, Voyager.
The figure waved his hand gently, and Yang Ming felt everything around him was spinning.
The next moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and slowly moved the lightsaber away from Posa's forehead.
My first contact with the Fayats...
The harvest was quite great.
He began to have a headache as he looked at the girl in front of him whom he could no longer kill directly.
How to arrange this?
