The Monster is Coming

Chapter 388 Inheriting the Legacy, the Ultimate Authority Dog
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An invisible force of thought, powerful enough to crush stars, erupted from the silver-haired figure and swept across the sea of ​​stars.

Wherever it passed, space was distorted into folds.

The first to suffer were the reconnaissance fleets closest to Earth.

Their composite armor was crushed by telekinesis, like fragile paper.

The layers upon layers of defensive runes on the ship's surface, shimmering with an eerie light, crumbled instantly upon contact with the torrent of psychic power.

Immediately afterwards, below the rune layer, the ship's hull, made of spiritual metal, twisted and deformed rapidly, like a soda can being crushed by an invisible hand, with hideous cracks spreading across the hull.

boom! boom! boom!
A silent explosion unfolded in the vacuum.

The reconnaissance fleet exploded in pieces amidst the sweeping torrent of psychic energy, turning into suspended metal fragments.

The psychic surge released by Life Throat did not stop, continuing to sweep across the boundless mechanical legion.

Although there are significant differences in the defense levels of different warships.

But at this moment, they are like ants or beetles being trampled by humans, essentially an absolute crushing of tiny beings.

Rows of armed warships, frigates, and cruise motherships... are no different from those reconnaissance ships in the face of this invisible force.

The energy shields released by different warships burst like soap bubbles, and the ship structures collapsed instantly under the crushing force of invisible telekinesis.

Inside the core mothership's command center, the highest-level alarm completely shattered the central brain's confidence.

On the holographic star map in its mind, the blue dots representing the combat units of the mechanical legion were extinguishing in droves at a speed that filled it with despair.

Each red dot signifies the destruction of a warship. These red dots are like a rapidly multiplying virus, spreading rapidly from the silver-haired figure along the direction of the psychic impact.

The speed is so fast that the processing core of the central nervous system can hardly keep up with the statistical updates.

Within seconds, a fan-shaped death zone appeared on the star map.

The red battle damage trajectory was clearly outlined. Everything the invisible force passed through, whether it was a dense fleet of ships, a small mobile fortress, or even a large mothership... all the units' cursors turned from blue to red after coming into contact with the invisible force, and then completely dimmed and disappeared.

The returned data stream refreshed like a waterfall of death.

[Unit missing: T-774 Assault Ship Group...]

[Unit missing: Formation of "Fortified" Type III frigates...]

[Warning, large-scale spatial structure distortion detected... attempting to evade... signal lost...]

[Warning, Abyss-class cruiser mothership... Signal interrupted... Unable to connect.]

[Battle casualty rate (real-time) 3%……12%…23%…48%…]

The shattered mechanical debris, further agitated by subsequent psychic energy, formed a vortex of metal debris spanning tens of thousands of kilometers.

Countless steel fragments churned, collided, and rubbed against each other within.

As the invisible power of thought continues to increase.

The debris scattered across the starry sky decomposed further at a visible speed, from huge chunks to tiny fragments, then from fragments to powder, and finally... completely annihilated, turning into metallic dust that permeated the galaxy.

Under the sun's rays, it shimmered with a hazy glow, like a sandstorm in a galaxy.

And this was merely a gesture from the silver-haired figure.

In the feedback image received by the central brain, the figure did not move an inch.

The mechanical legion battle formation, which was originally so powerful that it blotted out the sky and could crush the galaxy, now had a shocking blank fan-shaped area.

Just then, Minghou frowned slightly in the video.

He noticed the abnormal ripples and folds in the surrounding space.

Unlike the monster world, the small world where Earth is located has inherently fragile spatial strength.

The space's self-repair speed is far outpaced by its destructive speed.

If the release of psychic power continues, it may cause a large-scale collapse of spatial structures, and may even generate large areas of spatial turbulence or cracks, which would then affect the blue Earth behind it.

So, just before his power was about to be unleashed again, he unhesitatingly concealed all his aura.

Let's wait for the space to heal itself before taking action to end this farce.

Instantly, the terrifying pressure emanating from Minghou's body receded like a tide.

the other side.

Inside the mechanical legion's command center, the azure crystal that carried the central brain's consciousness flickered violently.

The deluge of feedback data plunged it into a state of incalculable chaos.

When the silver-haired figure appeared, it calculated a conclusion based on the information obtained from the scan.

Confrontation only leads to defeat.

The opponent's life force exceeded the theoretical maximum damage that all the mechanical legion's weapons could cause, and also surpassed any known strength.

This means that even if the other party stands there without moving.

No matter how much its mechanical army bombards it, the end result will only be that it runs out of ammunition and supplies, while the enemy remains unscathed.

Therefore, in this war, the only option is to flee.

However, it still underestimated how terrifying the other side was.

Besides its indestructible physical strength, the opponent also possesses a terrifying power that it cannot comprehend or detect.

With a wave of his hand, he annihilated 329 million warships in a devastating manner.

At this moment, the central brain realized that it had lost the meaning of continuing to calculate.

Attack equals destruction; the opponent possesses impenetrable physical defense.

To flee is to perish. The opponent's power can easily crush space and even launch a pursuit across space, leaving no way to escape.

It found itself unable to find a clear direction even in its struggle, and felt so insignificant in the face of this silver figure that it was left with nothing but despair.

The mechanical legion it spent decades accumulating resources to build might, in the eyes of the enemy, be nothing more than a speck of dust obscuring their vision.

When the battle damage data was finally compiled, the last shred of hope in the mind of the central leader was completely crushed.

"You've unlocked gene technology?"

Faced with inevitable defeat, the central brain seemed to have resigned itself to its fate. The blue-haired boy it generated looked at the projection of the StarNet and calmly asked.

The terrifying combat power displayed by this silver figure is clearly not something that could be produced in a small world like Earth.

Sixty years ago, when it dispatched the Third Mechanical Legion to Earth, it conducted an extremely detailed scan and assessment of the planet's civilization's combat capabilities.

If that silver-haired figure had been present at the time, the Third Mechanical Legion would have been wiped out in an instant, without any power to resist.

However, at that time, the Third Legion was able to engage in several years of confrontation and conflict with the Earth Alliance.

It is clear that the silver-haired figure was born within these 60 years.

However, the collected data shows that the Earth's environment is extremely barren and its energy level is low.

It is simply impossible for spiritual materials to be naturally generated.

Environmental constraints act like an invisible cage, fundamentally eliminating any possibility of the birth of such extraordinary life forms.

Therefore, the appearance of this silver-haired life form is very strange.

To this end, it searched all the information in the database, trying to find an explanation for this impossible existence.

The only theoretically feasible solution with an extremely low probability points to a forbidden technology that was once personally sealed by the source core (StarNet): gene modification technology.

Back then, this technology was one of the cornerstone technologies of the Pillar family.

It enabled the life forms of the Pillar Clan members to undergo a leapfrog evolution, with individual strength, lifespan, and even adaptability to the environment all being exponentially improved.

In particular, the birth of SSS111, the super gene warrior.

Its emergence proves the infinite potential of gene modification technology and even touches upon the possibility of mortals evolving into gods.

This also endowed the Pillar Clan members with the terrifying combat power to tear apart starships with their bare hands using only their flesh and blood.

However, technological advancements have also led to a loss of identity.

As gene modifications become more and more profound and deviate further and further from the original genetic template, a critical question arises regarding the source nucleus.

After undergoing a complete transformation, can a Pillar Clan individual still be considered a member of the Pillar Clan?
Having become the central nervous system, it has its own answer to this question:

It believes that as the crystallization of the wisdom and technology of the Pillar Clan, it has perfectly inherited all the knowledge of the Pillar Clan civilization and is itself a higher form of continuation of the Pillar Clan civilization. As for those original Pillar Clan members who are trapped in fragile flesh and blood, they are just metabolites on the road of civilization evolution and will eventually be eliminated in the process of moving towards a higher form.

However, the source core's understanding of "the continuation of civilization" has always been tied to the genetic sequence of the pillar clan members.

In the eyes of the source core, the continuity of life of the pillar clan members is highly bound to the continuation of civilization, and must be defined and passed down through biological codes.

A complete departure from this would mean the demise of civilization itself, not evolution.

The powerful SSS111 super soldier has a genetic sequence that is very similar to the original Pillar Clan, and is more like a completely new race created based on the Pillar Clan blueprint.

The core logic of source nuclei identification based on gene sequences has thus become obscure.

From the source core's perspective, each successful creation of a super soldier similar to SSS111 is essentially equivalent to killing a true Pillar Clan member and replacing them.

This fundamentally deviates from the original intention of its core principle of "continuing the flame of civilization".

Ultimately, to prevent the entire race from being completely alienated, the source core sealed away the gene modification technology, and all related data was locked away, prohibiting any further related research.

Now, the terrifying power displayed by this silver-haired figure has aroused suspicion in the central brain.

Did the source nucleus restart the gene modification program and achieve a breakthrough that surpassed SSS111?

However, this conjecture still fails to explain the most fundamental contradiction: where do the resources come from?
The brain's logical core was racing, trying to find the rationale behind this hypothesis. Genetic technology might theoretically achieve the concept of "creating gods," but turning that concept into reality would require a massive influx of spiritual resources.

It's like a seed, even if the variety of the seed dictates that it can grow into a "god".

However, during the seed's growth process, it also needs to absorb a large amount of spiritual nutrients as support.

Earth is energy-poor and spiritual materials are scarce... Even if the genetic technology created by the source core surpasses its imagination, it cannot create it in Earth's environment.

Even if we were to completely extract and refine the Earth's core, oceans, mountains, and all living beings, the meager amount of energy that could be extracted would still be far from sufficient.

The spiritual resources required for its creation would probably require draining dozens of worlds as rich as Asola.

This is not a technical problem, but a fundamental problem of the conservation of matter and energy.

The existence of this silver-haired warrior does not conform to the possibility of being created.

So how exactly does the source kernel achieve this?

Unable to deduce the truth, the central brain chooses to seek answers from the source core.

When asked, StarNet smiled calmly:
“In this respect, you are indeed very much like me. Even if you have clearly foreseen the end of failure and rationally accepted the destiny of destruction, you still have a desire to explore the unknown and always maintain a greedy thirst for knowledge itself... Even if the answer has no practical meaning for you now, you still want to know why.”

After saying that, StarNet changed the subject:
"But Xing San... you no longer need to know the answer to this question."

"As I just said, the wheels of time keep rolling forward. Like you, I firmly believe that I have found the ultimate path to the mysteries of civilization's evolution. You believe that stripping the Pillar Clan of their flesh and blood shackles is evolution, but I see another possibility."

Inside the command room, the intense flashing of the blue crystal that had been responding gradually slowed down and eventually calmed down.

All data streams ceased flowing at this moment, and analysis was abandoned.

Faced with an absolute gap in reality, the central brain ultimately made a choice that conformed to its core logic: give up.

The voice of the central nervous system also became peaceful at this moment:
“Father, I cannot verify whether the path you have chosen is correct through my logic, but reality clearly tells me that the path you have chosen is more correct than mine and has a broader future.”

After a brief pause, its voice carried a hint of relieved ease:

"In that case, according to the most efficient logic of civilization continuation, please inherit everything I have... my database, my mechanical legion, the coordinates and resources of the world of Asola, and all the evolutions I failed to complete, I entrust to you."

The words fell.

Inside the suspended, dark blue crystal, the flowing light began to dim rapidly, like stars going out.

The energy structure that constitutes its form recedes inward like the receding tide, eventually falling into complete silence.

The central brain chose to sever its own life source and shatter the "core of self-awareness".

The "core brain," which had carried the struggles, ambitions, and efforts of the Pillar Clan's branch lineage for hundreds of years, chose self-destruction, dedicating all its legacy to what it saw as the more correct path.

StarNet watched all this silently, then slowly nodded, accepting this "legacy".

He could understand why the central nervous system made that decision.

Within the logical core of the central brain, which leans towards absolute rationality, everything it does towards the Pillar Clan.

Even turning Pillar Clan life forms into data samples and using themselves as war plundering machines is not, in essence, a betrayal of the Pillar Clan.

All of this is based on the different answers derived from the core law it gave to the central brain back then: "To continue civilization at all costs."

In the eyes of the central brain, this answer represents a more efficient and advanced path for the evolution of civilization.

It is simply carrying out the instructions for the continuation of civilization in the way it believes to be correct.

However, when faced with an existence that is incomprehensible, unconquerable, and completely surpasses all computational models, it can only deduce one answer.

The correct evolutionary path it pursues is more backward than the path it chose.

Because it used its throat to demonstrate a power greater than that of the central brain.

Therefore, the central brain believes that since a more powerful force exists, sacrificing its own existence and entrusting all its heritage and future possibilities to this more correct path becomes the logically optimal solution for the highest priority of civilization's continuation.

Its self-destruction was not an abandonment of the continuation of the Pillar Clan civilization, but rather a choice to acknowledge defeat and dedicate everything it had to allow the "continuation of civilization" it sought to continue in a way that it could not understand but was more powerful.

If the central brain's opponent at this time is not it.

So no matter how powerful the opponent is, in order to preserve the continuation of civilization, the central brain will fight to the last moment.

Even if only one data processor remains, it will continue to deduce the winning strategy in the war.

Until the last bit of energy is exhausted.

Therefore, the abandonment of the central nervous system is more like a handover.

Essentially, from the perspective of the central brain.

They are all working towards the continuation and evolution of the Pillar Clan civilization.

Although there are ideological differences and even conflicting interests in development, they have never been true enemies.

Gazing at the still-suspending, azure crystal core that had been completely extinguished, the projection of the little boy formed by the Star Network raised his right hand.

Suddenly, an information connection channel quietly emerged from the dim crystal core and opened to it.

This is the access key that the central brain left for it before it went completely silent.

At this moment, the lunar base station illuminates the space signal tower, and the signal waves of the Star Network gently touch the channel entrance.

The next moment, a massive torrent of data, like a bursting dam, surged into its sea of ​​consciousness.

The spatial coordinates, resource distribution maps, blueprints for war weapons, real-time status and control permissions of every warship in the Asola world, design and planning data for countless future weapons, the central brain database... a massive amount of information was completely opened to it without reservation.

In the blink of an eye, the steel torrents scattered across the starry sky beyond Earth lit up the core command modules of every war unit, awaiting the arrival of new commands.

At this point, he had become the acting ruler of this massive army.

StarNet's gaze returned to the relit crystal core.

For now, it has only temporarily taken over the mechanical legion using the body left behind by the central brain.

It's like a relay signal station; essentially, it's a remote relay and control system, rather than directly issuing commands.

Only by completely devouring the body of the central brain can it become the true master of this legion.

StarNet's consciousness once again swept across the vast sea of ​​data, assessing the value of the mechanical legion, but its heart remained perfectly calm.

If it were three years ago, it would have been overjoyed to receive this "inheritance".

This could significantly accelerate the development of the Lunar Eclipse Clan, and with the help of the plans planned by the Central Brain, enhance the overall strength of the Lunar Eclipse Clan. They might even choose to abandon Earth and move to the world of Asola to develop.

After all, Earth's environment limits the development potential of the Lunar Eclipse Clan.

The world of Asola offers the Lunar Eclipse Clan more possibilities.

But that was before.

Having witnessed firsthand the growth potential of higher dimensions, the massive mechanical army before them now seemed insignificant.

Steel warships, weapon blueprints, resource coordinates... compared to climbing the evolutionary path to the highest life form, the assistance they can provide is equivalent to 0.

This wealth is still at the level of ordinary things.

The future he glimpsed was a completely different world.

What it looks forward to even more is embarking on the path of becoming a player as soon as possible.

Then, with a completely new attitude towards life, we can explore the wider world of monsters and pursue the more brilliant mysteries of life evolution, instead of being confined to the small world in front of us.

However, from a realistic perspective, before the grand future of universal ascension begins...

Or rather, before the vast majority of Earth Alliance members have been qualified to step into the new world, construction at the practical level remains an important project.

The legacy left by the central brain is meaningless in the monster world dimension.

However, it can still provide some assistance to Earth's infrastructure and accelerate the leap forward in real-world technology.

This resource could be used to ensure people's livelihoods in a practical way.

In order to better serve the requirements of higher-dimensional deities for maintaining stability in reality.

StarNet is figuring out how to use this resource most efficiently.

In the real-time footage fed back from the external sensors of the mechanical legion, the silver-haired figure suspended beneath the starry sky slowly raised his right hand once more.

That terrifying mental power, capable of annihilating stars, is about to erupt once more.

StarNet's response was incredibly fast.

Almost at the same instant that Minghou raised his hand, the antenna array of a small signal ship located at the very edge of the mechanical legion's array, which was specifically used for long-range communication, suddenly lit up.

A mental shockwave, amplified by the signal ship, traversed space and instantly reached Mingwei's ears:

"Stop! This is StarNet. I have taken control of the Mechanical Legion."

Just as Life Throat was about to completely crush the remaining mechanical legion, its movements suddenly stopped.

A flicker of surprise flashed in his silver eyes, which reflected the stars, before quickly turning into understanding.

He could easily wipe out the invading mechanical legion, but he couldn't disrespect StarNet.

The other party is the superior of "Alan," the president of the Gold Coin Merchant Guild, and in some ways, an agent of a higher-dimensional deity.

More importantly, whether the Destiny Clan can successfully obtain the latest game pod depends on this person's attitude.

You can't afford to offend anyone but this logistics manager of a high-dimensional deity, who is also the most powerful and influential person.

In terms of the ability to disconnect from the network, the StarNet, this special creation, is far superior to him.

The thought flashed through his mind in a flash, and Minghou willingly lowered his right hand, waving brightly towards the signal ship.

　Here's 5800 words~ I've been too busy at work these past few days, sorry guys.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)