High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 406 Shocking Changes in the Human Race, Warriors Stir and Request to Return to Team!

The Chosen Battlefield, the Human Race Stronghold.

A faint smell of ozone filled the air, the residual energy from the previous battle against the Eldar Chosen.

Qin Feng stood at the edge of the stronghold, his automated mining puppet factory running at full power, transporting truckloads of Crimson Flame Copper Ore to the conversion furnace, where it was transformed into energy foundations to reinforce the stronghold's force field.

For a venerable being who once stood at the pinnacle of the universe, this kind of rudimentary construction was tedious and boring, but Qin Feng carried it out meticulously. Because he knew that this seemingly simple stronghold was a beacon that all of humanity looked up to at this moment.

Just then, the cold notification sound of the God-Chosen System once again shattered the silence of the sky.

[Warning: High-energy reaction detected in the geological layer beneath the base.]

[Hidden quest triggered in the area: The Trial of the Lost Civilization.]

[Mission Description: 3000 meters directly below your base lies a logic lock core left behind by a "pre-era civilization." This core is accumulating energy and is expected to detonate in 15 minutes, with enough power to flatten the entire Crimson Flame Mine area.]

[Mission Objective: Crack the logic lock and deactivate the self-destruct program.]

[Restrictions: Brute force is prohibited (brute force will trigger an explosion). Only solutions requiring intelligence/computational ability are accepted.]

[Current Difficulty: Level A (Intelligence-based)]

No match was found for a hostile race.

This is an assessment solely focused on "cultural heritage".

The Real Universe, the Terra Council.

"Intelligence-based task?"

A gray-haired science advisor pushed up his glasses, cold sweat pouring down his face. "This is the most troublesome type! The logic locks in the Chosen Battlefield usually involve advanced mathematics, multidimensional geometry, and even chaotic algorithms. 15 minutes... even if all the supercomputing centers in our council were connected online, we might not be able to decipher the basic algorithm!"

"Venerable Qin possesses unparalleled combat prowess, but this puzzle-solving..."

In the video, Qin Feng moves.

He didn't panic, nor did he summon any advisors (although the rules allowed for off-field assistance). He simply used one hand, fingers together like a knife, to lightly slice through the rock beneath his feet.

The ground parted like ripples on water, and Qin Feng's figure instantly disappeared underground.

Three thousand meters deep.

This is a massive void, with a silver metallic sphere ten meters in diameter suspended in its center. Countless complex blue light paths flow across the sphere's surface, changing hundreds of millions of times per second, each change representing an unbreakable encryption algorithm.

This is called a "logic lock".

Qin Feng hovered in front of the sphere, and his "Eyes of Return to the Void," capable of seeing through illusions, slowly opened.

In his eyes, it was no longer a metal sphere, but a tangled mass of regular lines.

"It turns out to be a variant of the 'Metatron Cube' algorithm, which incorporates the energy cycle loop of a Type III civilization."

Qin Feng's voice echoed in the underground cavern, its calmness chilling.

"I took apart this kind of thing as a toy in the Ancient Ruins when I was still a planetary-level being."

He extended his right hand, but his fingers did not touch the sphere; instead, they moved rapidly in the air.

With each movement, a divine thought precisely cuts into a node of the light path.

External live broadcast room.

"Calculation in progress... The human chosen one's finger movements are at a frequency of 300 times per second. Is he inputting code? No, he's directly modifying the energy flow!"

"Warning: Logical conflict! His solution does not conform to the standard algorithm, but he is skipping the verification step!"

"That's impossible! It would require at least 1000 quadrillion floating-point operations per second. How could the brain of a carbon-based life form possibly withstand that kind of load?"

Qin Feng certainly doesn't need to perform calculations.

Because what he controls are the "rules".

Just like a primary school student needs to calculate step by step to solve an equation, a math professor can know the answer at a glance.

This is the difference in dimensions.

"open."

Qin Feng gave a soft shout.

8th second

The blue light on the surface of the silver sphere solidified instantly, then turned into a soft green light.

click-

The sphere bloomed like a lotus flower, revealing the core item inside.

【mission completed. 】

[Time taken: 8 seconds.]

[Rating: S-rank (Perfect analysis)]

【Rewards:】

Civilization Creation: Basic Anti-Gravity Engine Blueprint (Full Version).

Special resource: 100 high-energy compressed crystals (can be used as energy for defense towers).

Feedback on the nation's destiny:

Technological Leap: Humanity's research speed across the entire territory increases by 10%.

Clear Thinking: Logical thinking ability of the entire human race increases by 3%.

Qin Feng put away the blueprint that was emitting a blue light, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes.

"Anti-gravity engine... although it's a low-end version, it's exactly the piece of the puzzle that humanity is currently lacking most as it ventures into deep interstellar space."

He had no idea that this series of accumulated rewards was triggering a tremendous qualitative change in the distant real universe.

……

Location: Ninth Sector, wasteland colony "Gray Rock-4".

Character: Lao Xu, 68 years old, a first-generation pioneer veteran.

Limestone-4 is a planet plagued by acid rain and radiation. The sky here is perpetually leaden gray, and the land is a sickly purplish-brown.

Old Xu knelt in his own greenhouse, his knees sinking deep into the hard, dry soil.

His spine was damaged in a mining accident thirty years ago, and coupled with years of severe radiation sickness, he can only hunch over, looking like a withered shrimp.

"Cough cough..."

Old Xu coughed violently, looking at the few sparse "acid-resistant wheat" plants in front of him.

This is the family's food supply for this month. But because of the recent acid rain and the drop in pH level, the wheat leaves have started to turn yellow and curl, and it looks like they are about to wither and die.

"Gods..." Old Xu's cloudy eyes filled with tears, "Are you trying to cut off our path?"

at this time.

An invisible wave swept across the entire Gray Rock-4, across the dilapidated greenhouse, and across Old Xu's broken body.

This is the first wave of feedback from the Chosen Battlefield: [Food Production +5%] (a conceptual boost) and [Constitution +1%].

A miracle happened.

Old Xu stared wide-eyed in surprise.

He saw that the wheat, which had been on the verge of death, straightened its stalks at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The withered yellow leaves seemed to be infused with some mysterious life force, instantly turning into a lush green. The originally shriveled ears of wheat became full, golden, and drooped heavily within minutes.

This is not just a 5% increase in yield, but a leap in the essence of life—these wheat have adapted to acidic soil!
"This this……"

Old Xu was so excited that he wanted to get closer to take a closer look, but suddenly he froze.

He noticed that his line of sight had risen higher.

He instinctively reached for his lower back. The spinal joints, which had been throbbing with pain like rusty gears, were now feeling a warm, comforting sensation.

The warm current traveled along the spine, repairing the necrotic nerves and nourishing the parched bone marrow.

[Overall national physical fitness +1%].

For a powerful martial artist, 1% is insignificant. But for an ordinary person like Lao Xu, on the verge of collapse, that 1% is the line between life and death, the straw that broke the camel's back that became a life-saving rope.

Click.

There was a crisp sound.

Old Xu slowly, trembling, straightened up.

This was the first time in thirty years that he had straightened his back without using a cane.

He pushed open the greenhouse door and went outside.

The once gloomy world was now crystal clear in his eyes. He saw his neighbors running out as well, their cheers echoing across the barren land.

“We survived…” Old Xu looked at the sky in the direction of Terra. Although he couldn’t see the figure, he knew who was protecting them.

He raised his right hand shakily and gave a military salute that was long forgotten but perfectly executed.

"salute!"

……

Location: Human homeworld, Central Academy of Sciences, Third Physics Laboratory.

Character: Lin Qianqian, 24 years old, a genius intern researcher. The laboratory is piled with discarded draft papers, and the electronic whiteboard is covered with formulas.

The air was so stuffy it was suffocating.

"Or not."

The instructor angrily slammed his electronic pen on the table. "The energy overflow problem of the 'warp stabilizer' has been stuck for fifty years! If we can't solve this set of equations, our spaceships will never be able to leave the Local Group! Humanity is like a frog locked at the bottom of a well!"

Lin Qianqian huddled in the corner, staring at the set of nonlinear partial differential equations known as the "Locks of Death".

Her brain was a complete mess. After three consecutive nights of staying up all night, her thinking had become rigid; every number seemed to dance and mock her incompetence.

"Maybe the teacher is right... there are limits to human intelligence," Lin Qianqian thought despairingly. "After all, we are not natural-born computing machines like the mechanical race."

Just as she was about to close the notebook and give up.

The third and fourth waves of feedback from the Chosen Battlefield arrived simultaneously.

[Mental potential +2%]

[Newborn Intelligence +5] (Although she is not a newborn, the national fortune covers a slight increase across all age groups).

[Logical thinking ability +3%]

Research speed +10%.

hum-

Lin Qianqian felt as if a windowpane deep within her mind had been pierced.

The previously chaotic and noisy world of thought suddenly became crystal clear.

Those originally obscure and difficult formulas were now automatically disassembled and reassembled in her eyes, transforming into beautiful musical notes.

"and many more……"

Lin Qianqian suddenly grabbed the pen.

This feeling is amazing. It's like groping in the fog before, but now the fog has cleared, and a clear path leads directly to the destination.

Her pen tip glided rapidly across the paper without pausing.

Derivation, substitution, inverse operation, and reconstruction.

The computation that would normally take a supercomputer three days to complete was instantly done in her mind.

"teacher!"

Five minutes later, Lin Qianqian suddenly stood up, her voice hoarse with excitement.

"I've figured it out! It's not about increasing the energy shield, but changing the frequency! Introducing a third-quadrant variable of the imaginary number i... Look!"

The tutor walked over with a frown and glanced at him casually.

The next second, his pupils contracted violently.

His hands trembled as he picked up the draft paper, as if holding a Bible.

"Yes... a logical closed loop... perfectly self-consistent..."

The mentor suddenly looked up at the young girl in front of him, his eyes filled with unbelievable ecstasy.

"Genius...no, this is divine revelation! Quick! Notify the engineering department! The warp drive can be ignited!"

Outside the window, a huge holographic screen is replaying the scene of Qin Feng cracking the logic lock.

Lin Qianqian looked at that indifferent figure and clenched her fist.

"Thank you for giving me this light."

……

Location: Sector 7, Border Defense Line, 101st Field Hospital.

Character: Lei Dong, 45 years old, former captain of a special commando team, now a disabled veteran.

The ward was filled with the smell of disinfectant.

Lei Dong lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. His right arm was severed at the root; it was a medal he had earned three years ago while defending against the Zerg invasion, and also a curse that ended his path in martial arts.

Although the severed limb has healed, the meridians are severed, and the pain is excruciating on rainy days.

What made him even more desperate was that, due to his disability, his vital energy began to decline, and his cultivation level plummeted from the Sky Soaring Realm to that of a mortal.

"Useless," he muttered to himself with self-deprecation.

Today is the day all of humanity is watching the live broadcast of God's Chosen, but he dares not watch. He fears seeing humanity slaughtered, and even more so, he fears seeing his former passion completely cooled within his broken body.

Suddenly, the nurse in the next bed exclaimed in surprise.

"Look! Qin Shen has completed the fourth mission! Everyone's physical fitness has increased! And...and their logical thinking has improved too?"

Before he finished speaking, something strange happened.

Lei Dong suddenly felt a sharp, tingling sensation coming from the wound on his right arm, which had been severed for three years.

No, it's not just wounds.

It was his long-dormant dantian.

[National physical fitness +1%]

This number may sound small, but for a former powerhouse like Lei Dong, this 1% "fundamental repair" is like throwing a spark into a dried-up oil well.

boom!
A long-awaited surge of warmth pumped from his heart, instantly washing over his atrophied meridians.

Those acupoints that had been blocked due to years of bed rest were broken open like a hot knife through butter under the impact of this mysterious force.

"Ugh..." Lei Dong let out a suppressed growl, his bones cracking and popping.

The hidden injuries in his body, those genetic damages that even the top-tier medical pods couldn't repair, were actually healing!
Although his severed arm could not regenerate, he felt that his remaining left arm, as well as his legs, were filled with an unprecedented explosive power.

More importantly, his mind became incredibly clear.

Some of the obscure and difficult challenges I encountered when practicing combat techniques in the past have now automatically been solved in my mind.

The effect of "Logical Thinking +3%" is evident in martial arts, which also require logic!

"The bottleneck of the Sky Soaring Realm... has loosened?"

Lei Dong sat up in disbelief. He grabbed the edge of the bed with one hand and pulled hard.

creak-

He twisted the hospital bed railing, made of special alloy, into a pretzel shape!
"Captain?!" The doctor who walked in was so startled that he dropped his tray.

Lei Dong looked at his left hand, the ashen look in his eyes dissipated, replaced by two blazing flames.

"Doctor, please help me with the discharge procedures."

Lei Dong threw off the covers and strode towards the window, which was in the direction of the conscription office.

"Even though my hand is broken, I still have legs, teeth, and this life!"

"Venerable Qin is risking his life for us on the front lines, how can I lie here and be a cripple?"

"Ultraman Legion, Lei Dong, requesting to rejoin the team!"

……

These three stories, which took place in different corners of the universe, are merely a microcosm of the transformation of billions of human beings.

Unseen by Qin Feng, a seed called "hope" was being nurtured by the nation's fortunes with each of his victories, taking root and sprouting wildly.

The once weak human race is awakening.

The Chosen Battlefield, the Human Race Stronghold.

Qin Feng had no idea what kind of celebration the task he casually completed had brought to the tribe.

He was intently studying the "basic anti-gravity engine blueprint" in his hands.

"The structure is acceptable, but the energy utilization rate is too low."

Qin Feng ran his finger across the blueprint, instinctively wanting to make changes, but then stopped.

"Forget it, with the current level of human technology, this 'low-end version' is actually easier to mass-produce. Giving them overly advanced technology would be counterproductive."

He uploaded the blueprint to the "Spark of Civilization" core of the outpost.

The next second, this spark will quantize the blueprint information and directly synchronize it with the high-ranking humans in the real universe.

After doing all this, Qin Feng stood up and looked at the distant wasteland.

The fog there was thicker than before.

The Eye of the Ruins twitched slightly, sending out an ominous warning.

"It's a little too quiet."

Qin Feng muttered to himself.

Since killing the Spirit Race's Illusionary Void, the surrounding alien strongholds seemed to have evaporated overnight.

There was no probing, no harassment, and not even the roars of wild monsters could be heard.

This does not conform to the cruel rules of the Chosen Battlefield.

Unless... they're brewing something big.

(End of this chapter)