Trickster Hunter.

Chapter 615 Tiredness

Just as Sun Hang was about to conduct some research on this old civilization research institute, the miniature terminal on his wrist suddenly emitted a piercing "beep beep" sound—this was a pre-set alarm clock. When the alarm clock rang, it meant that Sun Hang only had twenty minutes of "free time" left.

Whatever Sun Hang was doing at that moment, he had to put down what he was doing and take the ghost train back to Chunming City.

"Perfect, let's take this information back and analyze it to see what it means."

Sun Hang did not tell the other survivors in the settlement about the priest's death, and after seeing Sun Hang walk out of the temple unharmed, none of them dared to make things difficult for him—even the priest's assassins knelt respectfully on both sides of the road, their foreheads pressed to the ground, as still as statues.

"Let's go." Sun Hang waved to Nur. "Time is running out."

"Where...to?"

"The outside world you yearn for." Upon hearing Sun Hang's words, Nur's eyes blazed with excitement. He glanced back at the palace on Bone Mountain, then asked, "And what about the High Priest...?"

“It’s all resolved,” Sun Hang said.

A solution in a physical sense.

……

……

After swiping his card to return to Chunming City and handing Nur over to the group of researchers like himself, Sun Hang went to the Origin Palace and entered the room where the main brain was stored.

"Please wear this reading device on your head. You may experience some discomfort while reading information, but please do not resist it in any way. Otherwise, the information read will be distorted, and the analysis results will be completely different."

The robot presented a helmet to Sun Hang. Inside the helmet were countless electrode suction cups, like octopus tentacles. At the back of his head was a thick integrated cable that Sun Hang couldn't even grasp with both hands, giving the impression of some kind of bizarre torture device that could extract brain matter.

"No need, I can directly input that information into the mainframe."

Sun Hang waved to the robot, then walked to the large glass tank containing the main brain and placed his palm on the surface of the tank.

The next second, the liquid in the glass tank suddenly began to boil, and alarms went off in the room.

"Warning: A large amount of data input has been detected. Buffering is being activated... Please slow down the data input rate, otherwise the mainframe may suffer irreversible damage..."

"So fragile?" Sun Hang was taken aback. "This is the information I extracted from that priest's brain. If the brains of two mortals like him and me can withstand it, how could the main brain, which processes so much data every day, not be able to handle it?"

"Preliminary analysis indicates that this information is constantly multiplying... At the current rate of multiplication, the quantity of this information is approximately 465 million times its initial value..."

When does "birth" refer to?

"The moment you extracted memories from that priest's brain was the point in time when these information were created," the mainframe replied. "In other words, this information didn't originally exist in that priest's memories; rather, it arose from a 'mutation' of his memories within your consciousness. Currently, we are conducting memetic testing on this information to confirm whether it is a special type of eerie entity." "Is it an eerie entity?"

“No memetic response detected... It cannot be determined at this time,” the mainframe replied. “The self-replication rate of the information has slowed significantly after leaving your sea of ​​consciousness. According to estimates, the mainframe will receive all the information in 147 seconds, at which point the information will stop expanding and transform into a more stable state.”

"This information sounds like some kind of microorganism, and my brain is the petri dish where it can multiply wildly," Sun Hang complained.

"There is nothing wrong with your analogy."

"Okay... how long will it take to analyze this information?"

"This is an unprecedentedly massive project since the mainframe was built. It requires the mobilization of computing power and energy from across the entire Federation half a month in advance. At that time, there will be a large-scale network and power outage lasting three to seven days throughout the Federation, society will come to a standstill, and all public facilities and institutions will cease operation. In order to avoid chaos, contingency plans are also needed to deal with these situations..."

"Stop, stop, stop... Just tell me how long it will take to get the results."

"The most optimistic estimate... is two months from now."

“Alright.” Sun Hang breathed a sigh of relief. “In two months, I can visit two more settlements of the remnants of the Ming dynasty. Maybe I’ll make some new discoveries then.”

Before leaving the settlement of the remnants, Sun Hang did one last thing—he implanted a special toxin into Nur. This toxin would not have any effect on Nur's body, but it would prevent the hunter's mark on Nur's arm from healing. This way, when he returned to the desert next time, he wouldn't have to search for those immigrant settlements hidden beneath the sands like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Looking at the mainframe that had just received the information and data, Sun Hang felt a little tired for some reason—he rarely felt tired, just as he rarely felt hungry. Eating was just a way for Sun Hang to satisfy his appetite rather than a necessity for survival. Similarly, sleeping was just a way for Sun Hang to maintain a human routine... or rather, to make him feel like he was still a human being.

Only a workaholic like Yang Qi would wish for the superpower of never sleeping. For Sun Hang, rest is more like putting a period to a complete day, just like three meals a day, more like a ritual of being human.

But he had never felt this drowsy and sleepy as he did now.

His heavy eyelids kept drooping, and the muscles in his limbs began to relax involuntarily. Sun Hang felt that as soon as his will relaxed even slightly, his consciousness would immediately sink into a dream.

"Forget it, never mind, I'll just get some sleep first."

Thinking this, Sun Hang leaned against the large glass tank containing the main brain and slowly sat down.

Those apocalyptic images resurfaced, overlapping with each other, but Sun Hang no longer wanted to think about them—he was like a viewer watching a popcorn movie, completely emptying his mind and focusing all his attention on the images.

As for the meaning represented by the image, Sun Hang was completely unwilling to think about it... or rather, thinking about it was useless.

The overlapping images are like paint cans spilled on a canvas, with various highly saturated colors intertwining and covering each other, and bizarre abstract patterns and lines constantly flashing...

To put it aptly, it's like the hallucinations you experience after eating a certain type of mushroom.

(End of this chapter)