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Chapter 900 Shennong
"Although humans cannot upload memories like Shennong insects, the entire human society has collective memory. The experience of the predecessors is passed on to the next generation through education and various channels. The current of memory flows through everyone, using the individual as a medium to store the consciousness of the group."

"Have you ever heard of a theory: Shennong actually didn't exist?"

"The real Shennong is countless people."

"When humans first learned about herbs, they were groping in the dark. People who had eaten them passed them on by word of mouth. If someone died from eating them, the dead person's companions would pass on the knowledge. The efficacy, growth environment, and compatibility of herbs... these knowledge were passed on from one individual to another and gradually became specific."

"In the collision between different human groups, this knowledge spread to a wider group, intersected and merged with the knowledge of other groups, becoming more complex and comprehensive. Each of these people who carried this knowledge was Shennong."

"Finally, someone else categorized and summarized this knowledge, compiled it into a book, and used the book as a medium to spread it among the human community. Gradually, it became a consensus and an inseparable part of the human consciousness."

"When everyone is Shennong, precious experiences and memories will not be lost due to individual death. One Shennong eats the herb, and there are countless more Shennongs alive. They remember the knowledge of herb in their hearts and pass it on to the human group. From then on, everyone remembers what herb looks like."

"Everyone is Shennong, and everyone is part of the collective consciousness. We use individual existence to ensure the existence of the group, and use individual memories to accumulate the memory of the group, so that the entire human race will no longer suffer from the pain of 'heartbreak grass'."

"What's more, some experiences will be deeply engraved in human genes and become human instinct after each Shennong sacrifices himself."

"Since birth, these humans carrying the 'Shennong gene' know that brightly colored insects are poisonous. They are afraid of spiders, cockroaches, centipedes, scorpions... They clearly know that they can kill these weak insects with one foot, but the 'Shennong gene' in their bodies still makes them fear from the bottom of their hearts and keeps them away from those dangerous poisons."

"The Shennong gene makes them afraid of heights, turbid black water, confined spaces, sharp objects, crowded things, thunder and rainstorms... These genetic fears are also part of group consciousness. If humans are really a 'giant beast', this beast would be afraid of heights and darkness. It has weaknesses all over its body, but these weaknesses are the basis of its survival."

"In this era of abyss invasion, it is useless to stand still and develop blindly. Someone must become Shennong and taste those herbs. Only by tasting them can we know whether they are magical herbs that can cure all diseases or poisons that dissolve blood and bones."

"Only after sacrificing more Shennongs can new Shennong genes be engraved in the human body, and the giant beast of humanity will gain new fear and a new basis for survival."

"And I am Shennong!"

Martin suddenly puffed out his chest and looked extremely proud.

At this time, the electronic screen was sent out again. Martin quickly took it and took a look. There was only one sentence written on it:

"Knowing it's poison, why do you still want to try it?"

Seeing this, Martin shook his head: "I've already told you that you won't know until you try it. How can you tell if it's magic grass or poison just by looking at it?"

“Those herbs that look poisonous may actually be edible. Don’t look at these seemingly absurd worldviews with a negative eye. Maybe one of them is really the truth of the world.”

“Do you know why I believe so strongly that the world is a fiction?”

"I don't know, but somehow I feel that way."

"Call it intuition or superstition, I always feel that there is a thread pulling the pages of the book, turning the fate of all things."

As Martin spoke, he returned the electronic screen to Cube, and then looked up at the sky.

In the colorful sky, countless bright "paints" were surging, and as if sensing Martin's gaze, those paints began to change.

First, lines appeared like gaps between book pages, and then became more and more regular. The lines slowly spread out and became wider and wider, just like the pages of a book being turned. Under the pages, many square lines appeared, like neat words... "Did you see it?" Martin shouted excitedly, pointing to the sky.

"There are words on it. Something in the sky is responding to me!"

“He’s telling me: You’re right!”

Seeing Martin's excitement, Mo Ling also controlled his vision and looked up into the sky.

But even to the end of his vision, he did not see the words Martin said. All he saw was a vast fog. The chaotic colors were twisted into all kinds of strange patterns, as messy as a TV screen. The pixels were flickering and changing colors. There was nothing.

"Is it that I can't see it, or are those words beyond my field of vision and I can't see them?"

Mo Ling felt confused. Looking at Martin who was cheering outside the cube, he began to doubt himself again.

"Did he actually see the words?"

Or were it the fuzzy lines in the sky that caused Martin to misunderstand?
Actually, those are not words, they just look like words?

The pickles in Martin's glass jar were spinning wildly and slowly floating up. Some faintly visible colorful tentacles were surging in it, grabbing the pickles and then disappearing in an instant. But after the pickles disappeared, new pickles would appear in the glass jar, as if the pickles inside would split and be constantly replenished, becoming more and more.

As Martin became more excited, the "chemical reaction" in the glass jar became more and more intense. Looking at this scene, Mo Ling began to wonder whether Martin could see something that he could not see.

The text in the sky is one of them.

He controlled the cube to float up, wanting to see if there were any words outside his field of vision. But after flying for a while and changing the angle several times, he could only see a blurry color.

“Maybe I can’t see it.”

After hesitating for a while, Mo Ling decided to return the same way.

Even if I saw it, what would it mean? It doesn’t mean anything. Maybe the dream just turned into what I imagined.

The cube turned and flew towards Martin.

But at this moment, Martin suddenly pointed at the cube excitedly and kept shouting something.

"What is he saying?"

It was a bit far away, and Mo Ling could hardly hear clearly.

Only a few vague words could be heard:

"So you also..."

(End of this chapter)