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Chapter 694 A Young Man Named Qin Lun

There is no information about Olivia here, but the three have discovered more important historical records. If what is said above is true, it means that the several Dark Suns that flourished at the end of the Fifth Era, and the later Rho Mechanical Council, all originated from the inheritance in this spaceship.

The creators of the four Tianyi tribes and the mechanical sun Rou are actually descendants of the π Mechanical Council. No one would believe such an astonishing history, but it seems to be the case. According to the records of the service robot, only four members of the spaceship survived in the end, and they just happened to correspond to the four dark suns.

From displaced mortals to the sun that is on par with the gods, this gap is so huge that it is unimaginable. No wonder the members on the spacecraft at that time were in a trance and wavered, which led to various things that happened later.

After collecting the four crystals, Tilan slowly stood up and then carefully walked to the control panel of the spaceship. After some searching, she pressed one of the slots and ejected the memory chip.

She carefully took out the chip, somewhat worried that the data and records in it had long been eroded by time, and then handed it to Loloria.

“Can you reproduce the contents?”

At this moment, Loloria also looked serious. She accepted the chip carefully and cherishedly and inserted it into her wrist.

The rustling sound of data reading was particularly clear in this quiet space, and Celitia was now nervously awaiting the result.

"The content...is out." There was suppressed excitement in Loloria's voice.

"The data recorded here is more comprehensive, even including the process of the planet crashing." She read the data and continued narrating.

"Just like what was recorded in the recording just now, there was a serious internal conflict on the spacecraft, and many members died. However, in the middle of the fight, Senior Omo placed the data chip containing the Throne of God Project into a small mechanical body and launched it through an escape pod." Loloria projected the scene at that time.

The blood-soaked, staggering man knelt in front of a small hemispherical mechanical body and inserted the precious chip. Then he held it and placed it in the only remaining escape pod, allowing it to detach from the spacecraft and enter the vast sea of ​​stars.

Soon after, he fought and retreated, facing his companions who resisted and retaliated against his actions, step by step retreating to the cockpit, and finally controlling the spacecraft and crashing it into the lost planet.

The damaged spacecraft had no defenses at all when breaking through the atmosphere. Its outer shell was melted by the intense heat, emitting thick smoke, and finally crashed and broke into two pieces.

After an unknown amount of time, the computer here was started again, and the four surviving members came here. Like Tilan, they played the recording in the headphones. After listening, the four of them left after a long silence, and then the computer in the cockpit was shut down again, losing the data.

"Wait, those four people." Celitia anxiously asked Loloria to rewind the video and replay the four figures of different heights.

From the left is a handsome young man with glasses. He wears a plain white shirt and looks introverted and taciturn. The second is an old man with a neat hairstyle. He wears a straight suit and a research coat. The third is a relatively short girl. She holds a clipboard in both hands and has a rather rustic braid. She looks innocent and shy. The last one is a tall woman with long black hair and side bangs. Her eyes are slightly purple and she wears a fashionable jacket casually.

Before becoming a god, Xi Efulian was a woman, one of the third and fourth. The fourth one obviously fits the characteristics of the creator of the "Butterfly Eye Species", the Dark Sun Trikarans. In other words, the creator of the Silver Wing Species is the girl who looks inconspicuous and even a little cowardly.

This was the first time that Celitia knew what Siefflen looked like when she was a mortal. It was completely different from what the Silver Wings imagined. In the poems and records sung by the Silver Wings, Siefflen should have been a noble and beautiful woman like a princess. She created the equally gorgeous and noble Silver Wings based on her own appearance and temperament.

All the fantasies of the past were shattered, but the reality after disenchantment brought another different shock to Celitia. The West Evelyn in the past was so ordinary and simple, but the Silver Wing species she created later was so powerful.

Digesting the precious history of the past made the three of them a little dazed. It took them a long time to come out of this immersed state and recall what they were going to do.

"This shouldn't be Olivia's hiding place. Let's retreat first." Tilan used a special secret method, and pieces of transparent crystals condensed out of thin air as partitions, sealing off the area again. Then the three of them slowly retreated from the crashed spaceship.

A few hours later, they flew into the sky again, overlooking the huge pit and the flashing lights in it in the biting snow and wind, feeling filled with emotion.

The four dark suns and the Rho Mechanical Parliament all originated here. No wonder this planet has become a battlefield for many forces to compete.

After returning to the plane landing point, the group turned back again and retreated to the relatively safe northern continent.

"I think I need to rest for a few days." Celitia said to Tilan apologetically.

"It's okay, others also need to rest." Tilan comforted her.

After the long journey, everyone was a little tired. In addition, the last stronghold was in the sea, which was also the area with the largest number of mechanical clusters and floating motherships. The danger level was several times higher than the previous two.

At night, after taking a shower, Tilan leaned on the bed, her mind still lingering with the recording she heard during the day and everything that happened on the spaceship.

During the darkest period of the Fifth Age, the lingering members of the Pi Mechanical Council went through various difficulties. Through constant observation of the Dark Sun and research and exploration, they finally pieced together a new Throne of God plan.

If there had been no accident on the spacecraft, and the members of the Pi Mechanical Council had worked together, would they have been able to create a new future? Tilan pondered the possibility of this path.

However, even she felt that this path would not be optimistic in the end.

Yes, the Pi Mechanical Parliament can create a new solar crown, and even unite multiple suns to fight against the dark suns that have dominated the galaxy in the past, and even destroy the opponents, but what happens after that, after defeating the enemy?

Will the suns of the Mechanical Council disintegrate and perish, returning power to all ordinary members? Just think about it and you will know that this is unrealistic.

Firstly, human nature is difficult to measure. Secondly, after becoming gods, can they still maintain the personality formed in the short period of time in the past?

Secondly, if they really self-disintegrate like saints, and other dark suns appear in the galaxy, what will the Mechanical Parliament use to suppress and resist?

It is conceivable that these suns will not dissipate. They will only bring about the next Fifth Age and continue the darkness. Countless creatures will just numbly become the nutrients of the dark suns, without any vitality or energy.

A long sigh spread across the room. Tilan shook her head to wake herself up from her deep thoughts. She fumbled and took out the four special crystals she had picked up during the day.

The singer's talent allows her to sense the heavy emotional residue on these crystals, and her own power over time and space allows Tilan to try to glimpse fragments of past memories through these crystals.

Let's start with this crystal. She took out the blue crystal and placed it lightly against her forehead.

The golden sand spread, and everything around her seemed to come to a standstill. Invisible ripples softened the surrounding space and time, and the fine light sand emerged, then reversed again and shrank into the tiny crystal.

Countless lights and shadows flashed back and forth in the girl's mind, a bizarre world, strange and fleeting faces, and countless strange and distorted images.

Finally, everything in sight froze in an instant.

————The sound of dripping water, wet water drops dripped from his face and were roughly wiped away by fingers, and he raised his head.

This should be the bathroom. Tilan saw her appearance clearly through the simple mirror in front of her, a thin and bookish young man.

He groped the chest of his shirt, took out a pair of glasses and put them on. Then the world became much clearer, as if a high-definition image was turned on, which made people feel comfortable.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Tilan felt a lot more relaxed and at ease, and the pair of glasses on her nose were like a shield, protecting her and isolating herself from the malice of the outside world.

She had experienced similar situations in junior high school, so it was easy for her to understand this state of mind.

After tidying up his appearance and picking up the record board that was placed away from the sink, the young man walked out of the bathroom and passed through the brightly lit corridor. Along the way, he saw many researchers in white coats. They should be official members here, but the simple shirt on the young man showed that he had not yet obtained this identity qualification.

After walking for a few minutes, the young man came to an office and stopped. He hesitated for a few seconds, then carefully knocked on the door.

"Come in." A steady and clear voice came from inside.

Pushing open the door, the young man walked in a little nervously and saw the old man sitting behind the desk.

"Hello, Professor Helang. I'm Qinlun, the student who's here to apply for your graduate program." When he said his own name, he pronounced it unclearly, probably because he spoke too fast and wanted to skip.

"It's a very nice name, Roentgen. It reminds me of an ancient physicist named Roentgen." The old man seemed to be aware of the young man's nervousness and replied in a relaxed manner, which made the young man calm down a little.

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"Please take a seat. I have read the application you submitted. The essay is very well written. It seems that you have worked hard on your studies. This kind of meticulous perseverance is rare among your peers."

"Thank you, Professor Helang." The young man straightened his back.

"No need to thank me. It's too early to say that now. Even if I agree, your qualifications will still have to be assessed by the committee. The Mechanical Council is currently running out of funds, and the number of official members granted to our institute is decreasing."

"Oh, by the way, you just got here, you probably haven't eaten yet, I'll take you to the staff cafeteria at noon, the food there is so delicious, there is potato stew that can only be tasted on Earth, the flavor is excellent, no one I know dislikes it."

"Well, thank you, Mr. Helang."

The young man nodded again, and then his eyes unconsciously drifted to the bookshelf behind the old man, where many books related to entomology were placed. The yellowed edges of the books indicated that these books were not for appreciation, but were really read on a daily basis.

Teacher Helang was once a well-known insect researcher, and he presided over the gene editing and created several useful new insects. Eight years ago, he was invited to join the A8951 Research Institute and began to engage in the exploration and research of the Throne of God project. The young man recalled the information he had written down during the preparation.

Afterwards, the light and shadows in my vision became hazy and faded. I only vaguely remember that the stewed potatoes with meat I had for lunch that day was delicious, but the process was already blurry.

……

Several years passed quickly, and when Tilan saw her appearance in the mirror again, her temperament had changed significantly.

His loose hair was trimmed neatly and smartly, his glasses reflected the light above his head, his eyes were cold, he was wearing the uniform of a formal member of the institute, his fingers were slender after being washed, with clear and strong joints, he was a good hand for holding a scalpel and tools.

Taking the tissue from the sink and wiping his fingers clean, the discarded paper was thrown into the trash can. The young man picked up the clipboard and walked quickly and skillfully through the corridor. He passed by the members here skillfully, maintaining the most basic nodding interactions, and then continued to devote himself to the intense work, like an extremely precise machine.

However, this day must be special, otherwise it would not be so deeply engraved in my memory.

Returning to Professor Helang's office, there were two unfamiliar figures here today. A man was talking to Helang. Judging from his military uniform, he should be a combatant of the Mechanical Council. On the sofa in the corner of the office, there was a girl holding a schoolbag, looking uneasy. Her shy appearance reminded the young man of himself several years ago.

With mixed feelings of sympathy and disgust, he looked at the girl for another second, then walked towards Professor Helang.

"Then I'll leave Celine to Professor Helang." The man said, turning around and asking the girl to come over.

"Come, this will be your mentor from now on."

"Teacher Helang." The girl spoke timidly.

In response to this, He Lang looked somewhat helpless, but his straight brows did not completely soften.

"I still have to remind you that the final decision is not mine. She still has to pass the review of the institute."

"I know, I know, but this is the only daughter of my comrade, so, please, Professor Helang." The man bent down and bowed, forming a 90° angle.

Such a solemn salute silenced Professor Helang's final sigh, and he promised to do his best to help and make the girl his official apprentice.

"Qin Lun, her name is Sai Lian. I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you to take care of her during this period of time." Afterwards, He Lang found him alone and gave him instructions.

"I understand, teacher." The young man nodded, his expression still cold.

Professor Helang was obviously relieved and satisfied with his favorite apprentice. He stopped worrying about Celine's life for a while and left it entirely to Qinlun. But for Qinlun, the appearance of this junior schoolmate obviously disrupted his originally orderly life and work.

He understood Celine's timidity, weakness, and nervousness, but he also deeply hated this troublesome character, just as he hated his past timid self.

This kind of emotionally unstable and animal-like fragile personality requires extra energy and time, which are precisely the resources that he must use carefully in his work and career.

It would be great if everyone could be as meticulous and durable as a machine, the world would be like a perfect piece of music constructed by truth, everything would be efficient and well-organized, without noise or accidents, and every scale would be precise and just right.

He didn't hate Celine, he just hated the trouble she exuded, which required care and consideration.

He doesn't hate humans, he just hates the various restless emotions that are revealed in human nature.

This world needs calmness and reason to rule.

(End of this chapter)