Great, I'm surrounded by villains.

Chapter 347: Just Like Yesterday
Eisenberg believes that the identity of a magician does not match Duan Mingyuan. The abilities he displays are more like those of an alchemist or a swindler. He cannot help but believe that with the help of Duan Mingyuan, they may really be able to take the digital world a step further and build a bridge that truly connects the virtual and the real.

He conducted a lot of practice and came to a surprising conclusion.

——All Duan Mingyuan needs is a theory.

Regardless of whether this theory is correct or not, even if he changed some of the details and deliberately added wrong parts to mislead, Duan Mingyuan still perfectly reproduced the results of the theory.

Eisenberg, who gradually understood everything, suddenly smiled with relief.

Because he discovered the other party's real secret.

The topic of teamwork was just to maintain the dignity of both parties. In fact, Duan Mingyuan did not need a top scientist. What he needed was someone who could tell a story. Even if the story and the formula itself were false, as long as it sounded true, it would definitely come true.

Eisenberg didn't know if this was the secret of life energy, but when he asked the judge to retrieve the other party's file, he found that the judgment was far from the actual situation.

Duan Mingyuan's initial ability was recognized by the company as material transformation. However, after a trip to the court, he inexplicably learned the swordsmanship of the First King. After arriving at the Mechanical Star, he learned the use of mechanical energy without a teacher.

And now, he has also secretly learned the Judge's method of manipulating souls.

Duan Mingyuan could learn every day and make sure he learned something new and put it into practice. This feeling reached its peak when he carefully studied the spacecraft independently developed by the Blue Star people and provided in the Fortress.

From top to bottom, the Blue Star people's spaceship looked like a toy that was forcibly stacked together by outsiders, but it successfully completed the interstellar voyage - from the Blue Star to the Mechanical Star, there is a span of three star regions in between.

Eisenberg had no way of knowing the upper limit of this ability, but he was sure that as long as he had the corresponding knowledge, Duan Mingyuan could artificially trigger and control nuclear fusion, turning the adjective "human nuclear bomb" into reality.

He was thankful for the relatively backward education system on Blue Star and the lack of scientific spirit in the social environment. Otherwise, it would be hard for him to imagine how far-reaching an impact Duan Mingyuan would have on the universe if he had embarked on the path of science.

After learning about Duan Mingyuan's past, it was difficult for him to evaluate him as a human being.

No wonder the company calls this kind of people Transcendents. The only thing they have in common with humans is their appearance, but they are actually some kind of creatures that transcend ordinary people's cognition.

Perhaps in addition to the "cocoon", there are other life forms with equal power in this universe.

So, Eisenberg couldn't sleep tonight.

He never thought that he would one day turn from a scientist into a storyteller, and it took him a long time to completely empty his mind and put aside the arrogance of elitism.

Next, he will tell a story.

A story that is so real that it is indistinguishable from the real thing, involving many theories of "wormholes" and "multi-dimensional space", and can be believed by Duan Mingyuan.

Eisenberg turned on his computer and laughed.

He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had laughed so heartily.

Ever since he foresaw the coming of Doomsday, he has been racing against time every day, fighting alone, and even pondering theories in his dreams.

One of the few advantages of the Prison Planet is that it allows him to be truly free from being disturbed by others and concentrate on the research at hand.

Now, he can stop and imagine what kind of scratching faces scientists in the digital world will have when they study the theories he proposed hundreds of years later.

Eisenberg knew that they would not be able to understand his current mental state, because even he himself did not know how these unrelated theories could become the benchmark of a world.

He was going to leave behind some shitty mountain of code that would never be figured out, and that made him happy.

Some people may feel overwhelmed and even give up this career.

In fact, when Eisenberg witnessed Duan Mingyuan "correcting" the wrong theory, he had the same idea. For a staunch scientist, the miracle brought by Duan Mingyuan was like a slap in the face, silently telling them that "your past research is a pile of shit."

Only magic is the key to the future.

Eisenberg felt as if he was back in his student days, finding pleasure in knowledge and pranks. Few people knew that before being recommended by his tutor to work at Universal Company, he was a well-known troublemaker in the college and had committed countless absurd things. If it were not for his tutor's protection, he would probably have been kicked out before finishing college.

Suddenly, the hand hovering over the keyboard paused.

Eisenberg thought of how his mentor had placed high hopes on him until his death, and that the reason he was able to complete his research on the Prison Planet was because his mentor unconditionally left him all the knowledge he knew.

After a long silence, he finally typed the first line into the document.

The Shelby Formula.

Shelby is the mentor's name. This world was created based on the mentor's theory and should be named after the mentor.

The judge did not disturb Eisenburg, but watched silently from a place where he could not see.

It was still unable to comprehend the heavy emotions, but when it saw "The Shelby Formula", a strong emotion surged in its heart.

This emotion overwhelmed it, yet seemed to place it into nothingness.

But it's different from Eisenberg.

Even a genius's brain is far inferior to artificial intelligence. At this moment, it can immediately retrieve everything about Shelby from the database and recall every detail of Shelby's time in prison.

It forgets nothing, or, in human terms, it all seems as if it happened yesterday.

Poets always like such sentences.

"Are you OK?"

September on the side asked with concern.

She stopped chewing and asked with concern, "Mr. Mingyuan has a strong taste, so I added more pepper oil."

She not only cares about her new artificial friend, but also cares about other people's opinions on the spicy chicken.

"It's ok, it's delicious."

The mechanical maid's tone quickly returned to normal.

Judging by human standards, the food September brought was undoubtedly a masterpiece, and the prison guards had long been captivated by her craftsmanship.

Its database shows that only good friends will invite each other to taste their cooking.

So, they should be considered good friends now.

Or in Duan Mingyuan's words, it is a team.

A team formed to welcome the arrival of Doomsday.

(End of this chapter)