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Chapter 534 Treasure
"What's wrong?" Li Sheng put away the book on the plague and uncleanliness, walked out of the sterile room, and took the tablet computer handed to him by the cube robot. The screen showed a rotatable 3D map.

The intelligent core explained, "The topographical map of the area surrounding the toy factory that you previously asked us to survey has been partially completed using automated drones. We'll explain it to you using one of them."

The factory's current defense system is at level one, capable of handling most threats roaming the wasteland on its own. However, such a large target still has the potential to attract extraordinary creatures, and even players.

The best approach is, of course, to prevent problems before they occur.

"Respected Factory Owners"

The blocky robot, dressed in a camouflage military uniform that looked exactly like its predecessor, spoke with such intonation that Li Sheng, who was living in Anhui, couldn't help but be speechless.

"I said stop,"

Li Sheng quickly waved his hand, saying with a pained expression, "Can you please stop using that Li Chunji-style tone? I feel like I'm getting a third-degree burn if I keep listening to it."

"Ok."

The blocky servant nodded hurriedly, and when he spoke again, his emotions were still strong, but for some reason he switched to French, "On this solemn day, I am filled with joy and tears in my eyes as I report to you, the factory owner who is as great and radiant as the sun, on the progress of our business."

Li Sheng was completely bewildered. The exaggerated tone was understandable, but what was with the French?

The intelligent core guessed his confusion and silently projected an old video. It showed an elderly black man in a suit standing on Changbai Mountain, reciting poetry in French with great enthusiasm and gesticulation.

Black people, Changbai Mountain, reciting poetry—these words seem unrelated, but Cao County did indeed host the Changbai Mountain Great Man Praise Conference in 2017, inviting international friends from dozens of countries, including Denmark, Australia, Nigeria, and Russia, to participate in the grand event.

At the meeting, the elderly black man, Guinean poet and president of the Guinean Mainland Literature and Thought Research Association, Abdoulaye Diallo, recited his own poem "The Glory of Changbai Mountain" with deep emotion, praising the three suns.

His presence completely overshadowed that of speakers from other countries.

It can only be said that the old African artists, and the myths created by the small peninsula, are all examples of this.

Li Sheng sighed inwardly. What could he do? His name really was Richeng. He had no choice but to grit his teeth and listen to the report.

The toy factory currently has two types of servants: cylindrical and cube. Neither was designed for combat. They are fine for patrolling the wasteland in armored vehicles, but they are not capable of venturing into the battlefield or mapping.

Therefore, they took a different approach, first driving a pickup truck to a location dozens of kilometers away from the toy factory, then launching a large drone equipped with optical fibers, which then flew out for another hundred kilometers.

The large drones, with a payload capacity exceeding 200 kilograms, will initially deploy high-powered base stations equipped with built-in batteries and extended capabilities. Once the base stations are operational, the drones will then fly back and forth along a predetermined route several times.
Solar panels are deployed where there is light, wind turbines are deployed where there is wind, and tidal generators are deployed where there is water to continuously power the base station.

Once completed, the base station will not only provide radio signals and charging services for drones, but also serve as a relaunch point, helping drones of various models to build more base stations in a relay-like manner, like playing checkers, to expand exploration boundaries and create 3D maps.

The toy factory only needs to continuously supply drones and modular building materials.

During Li Sheng's absence, the machine servants have expanded their exploration range to a diameter of over a thousand kilometers.

Except for certain dangerous areas, such as those inhabited by supernatural creatures, areas with gravity anomalies, vacuums, electromagnetic shielding, and terrain barriers, most of the remaining maps have been completed.

We also took some aerial photos of the most difficult-to-reach areas.

"It looks a bit like a large anthill."

Li Sheng rotated the screen with three fingers. The toy factory was located at the center of the anthill structure, and a total of three teleportation phone booths were discovered within the exploration range.

"The mechanism of transmitting telephone booths in the wild is that accurate transmission can only be achieved by first finding the telephone booth and discovering the specific complex code affixed to the microphone."

The number of phone booths in the entire killing field is countless, with only a very small fraction being widely used by players. The vast majority remain dormant.

The intelligent core explained: "Based on observations over this period of time, these three phone booths have not been used and there is no coding record on the Selector Forum."

For security reasons, we installed motion-sensor cameras in concealed locations around the phone booths. If someone is detected transmitting data, the cameras will immediately send back photos and initiate a self-destruct sequence to destroy all base stations and drones in the vicinity.

To prevent them from tracing the clues back to the toy factory. Is this acceptable?

"Yes, that's very thoughtful."

Li Sheng had no objection to this; after all, he wasn't some kind of demon, and he couldn't bring himself to be ruthless and destroy all the bodies of his fellow players who had mistakenly wandered into the area.

At most, they would capture them, electrocute their brains, and implant false memories. As for the content of those memories, it would be something like being accidentally injured, being rescued by a cute elf, a native species of the killing field, falling in love, getting married, and then being killed by a heat ray from an automated golem scattered throughout the killing field by the Clock Tower Guild.

The bell tower bears the burden, the bell tower shoulders the responsibility.

I believe you can do it, haha.

"And one more thing."

The AI ​​core said, "I have a preliminary guess about the pattern you brought back."

The so-called pattern is actually the only unanswered question on the bronze door in the "Reset" mission—more than fifty rays emanating from a single point.

"I browsed and summarized various information from player forums and found the coordinates of the ends of more than ten rays."
It bears a high degree of similarity to the publicly known hidden locations held by major guilds, as well as the coordinates of special locations already explored by players and recorded on forums.

The intelligent core projected a 3D image. Li Sheng was stunned for a moment, then instantly realized, "The distance between the coordinates of the ray ends is consistent with the relative distance to the special locations known in the forum?"

"Yes."

The intelligent core swayed back and forth as if nodding, "By repeatedly comparing video images with a supercomputer, we discovered subtle differences in the engraving depth of each ray."

The deeper the carving, the larger the scale representing the length.

The deepest ray scale corresponds to 3.69 light-minutes per meter. The next smallest scale is 61.8% of the former, and so on.

"0.618, the Fibonacci sequence."

Li Sheng's heart stirred. Mathematics is the universal language of the universe. Even if Sentinel Prime or astronaut Will, who left the pattern, did not know the Earth's definition of a second, a light second, and a light minute, they could still use the same standardized mathematical rules to transmit information.

"Based on the above information, the ray pattern is likely a map, with more than fifty special locations and hidden spaces as coordinates, pointing to the center of the ray."

The intelligent core spoke eloquently: "Even without considering what treasures might be hidden at the center of the ray, the special location coordinates revealed by this map alone are already beyond measure in value."

Indeed, Cai Anjie only controlled a semi-hidden room, yet it was enough to stir up the two major guilds, the Clock Tower and the Special Affairs Bureau, who were engaged in open and covert struggles around her.

A complete hidden chamber is far beyond what epics and legends can compare to.

Li Sheng took a deep breath to calm his mind. Tens of thousands of years had passed since Yu Tian Di's death, far too long for oceans to turn into mulberry fields. Moreover, the battlefield itself was subject to "plate tectonics," so the map coordinates might no longer be reliable.

He asked in a deep voice, "How far is the center of the ray from the slums?"

"Not far, 4.7 light-minutes."

Uh, 4.7 light-minutes is indeed very, very close on an astronomical scale, but the problem is that it is already farther than the distance between Earth and Mars, and about 220 times the distance between the Earth and the Moon.

"Where is the nearest known telephone booth?"

"The nearest telegraph booth, located within the jurisdiction of the GRU's superpsychology department in Russia, is approximately 1.947 light-minutes from the destination."

That's 91 times the distance between the Earth and the Moon, roughly 35 million kilometers, making it extremely difficult to reach directly from there.

"I understand, go and do your work."

Li Sheng frowned, dismissed the intelligent core and the blocky robot that was jumping around with tears in its eyes, and took out a message left by astronaut Will, which was heavy in his mind, and clicked to play the audio.

"I am not the complete Sentinel Prime, but only a fragment of his essence, and I do not possess all his memories. But I can vaguely recall that he buried something important at specific coordinates before he died. As a thank you, go find it; I can give you everything if you want."

Who is the Pirate King Roger?

Li Sheng slapped his forehead, sighed, and called Gray Rain back to the real world, still muttering about the distant, intangible distance to the unknown treasure, "3502.34, 3502.34."

"You've seen Lao Sheng too?" Upon hearing this string of numbers, Hui Yu nodded in agreement, "Dong Zhuo and Lü Bu were truly a pair of star-crossed lovers in a chaotic world."

Go eat a large portion with your ill-fated lover!

(End of this chapter)