Rejecting Tsinghua and Peking Universities: I Will Lead Harbin Institute of Technology to World Lead

The expeditionary force that Lin Feng had dispatched finally plundered a river system at a crucial moment.

Ten hours after the outbreak of war, an urgent communication signal was transmitted back to the solar system from the depths of space. It was the voice of the Fifth Expeditionary Force, who had successfully conquered an unclaimed supergalactic system tens of millions of light-years away from the solar system. That galactic system was a hundred times the size of the Milky Way, containing the origins of hundreds of stars, enough for the will of the universe to bestow upon it a new cosmic origin.

"General Lin! The Fifth Expeditionary Force has succeeded! The Origin of the Universe is bestowing its blessings!" The communications officer's voice echoed in the command center, trembling with relief after surviving a catastrophe.

When Lin Feng received the thousandth portion of the Cosmic Origin, his body trembled slightly, and that familiar, invisible power surged into his mind. The thousandth portion of the Cosmic Origin silently merged into the core of the Gate of Time and Space and the Space Jump.

A thousand sources resonated simultaneously. The frequency of that resonance pierced through the barriers of the spacetime gate and spatial jumps, directly connecting to the source of the universe's origin. Lin Feng closed his eyes, his consciousness following that resonant power, traversing the spacetime gate, crossing spatial jumps, and traversing dimensions never before touched by human civilization.

He saw the true face of the origin of the universe.

Looking at the portal to space and the spatial jump before him, he finally understood the origin of the universe.

In the pale, simulated space of the system, Lin Feng stood in the void, before him a scene of resonance generated by the fusion of a thousand cosmic origins during the fusion of the spacetime gate and spatial jump. Those invisible ripples spread through the void, circle after circle, layer after layer, each ripple carrying the secrets of the deepest level of the universe.

The origin of the universe is not something too profound; it is simply the essence of the universe.

The universe is not composed of countless independent galaxies, nor of countless stars and planets, nor woven from time and space. The universe is a whole—a vast, complete, and indivisible whole. Every star, every planet, every nebula, every ray of starlight is part of this whole. Every life, every civilization, every war, every destruction is part of this whole.

The origin of the universe is the unrestricted compression of its power to an invisible energy level.

The origin of the universe is the form in which the power of the entire universe is compressed to its extreme. The power of a star, compressed to its extreme, can form the origin of a star. The power of a galaxy, compressed to its extreme, can form the origin of a galaxy. And the power of the entire universe, compressed to its extreme, is the origin of the universe.

The primal forces hidden within the portals of time and space and the jumps in spacetime are the power that the will of the universe has compressed from the entire universe. Each primal force is equivalent to the energy of a galaxy compressed to its limit. A thousand primal forces are equivalent to the power of a thousand galaxies, condensed invisibly and hidden deep within the cracks of time and space.

It can be said that the entire universe is filled with the origin of the universe, but the origin can only be obtained by compressing the entire universe to its extreme.

Every inch of space, every wisp of energy, and every fluctuation in the universe is a component of the universe's origin. But to extract them, to condense them into the origin, space must be compressed to its limit, energy to its limit, and fluctuations to their limit. This is not ordinary compression, but rather the condensation of the entire universe's power into a single point, like compressing an ocean into a drop of water, or a sky into a ray of light.

"I see."

After learning all this, Lin Feng immediately began researching a device capable of compressing the universe.

He stood in the void of the system's simulated space, his eyes gleaming with the light of sudden enlightenment. The origin of the universe is not something to be plundered, nor is it something to be bestowed by the will of the universe; it is omnipresent. The entire universe is the origin, and the origin is the entire universe. Human civilization does not need to fight for those gifts, nor does it need to conquer galaxies. It only needs to create a device that can compress the power of the universe into the origin, and human civilization will possess an infinite universe origin.

Lin Feng began his frantic deductions. He needed a device that could compress space, compress energy, and compress fluctuations. He needed a device that could condense the power of a star field into a single source, condense the power of a galaxy into an even more powerful source, and condense the power of the entire universe into an infinite source.

He pushed the spatial compression principle of space jumps to its extreme, creating a compression field capable of compressing an entire galaxy to its limit. He optimized the energy condensation principle of death shockwaves to its extreme, creating a condenser capable of compressing energy to its source. He applied the time control principle of spacetime gates to its extreme, creating a time accelerator that can complete the compression process in an extremely short time.

The design blueprints for the compressed universe device gradually took shape in the system simulation space.

As time went on, the enemy grew stronger and the human population dwindled, yet humanity continued to resist tenaciously, despite their deep fear.

The war has lasted for a full twenty-four hours. The outer defenses of the solar system have been completely destroyed, and of the ten thousand Death Shockwave Cannons, less than a thousand are still barely operational. Of the one million Death Ships, less than two hundred thousand remain, and each one is badly damaged with near-depleted energy reserves. Of the three million Death Armor, less than five hundred thousand remain, and each one is severely damaged; the pilots have been fighting continuously for a day and a night, and their physical strength has reached its limit.

Above the solar system, an endless stream of enemies continues to pour in. The Twelfth Expeditionary Force's ten thousand warships and one hundred thousand armored vehicles still stand at the forefront of the enemy. They were once humanity's most elite warriors, but now they have become humanity's most fearsome foe. Those resurrected comrades, those heroes who once sacrificed their lives on the battlefield, those brothers who were eating, chatting, and fighting together just yesterday—now piloting repaired warships and maneuvering reconstructed armored vehicles, are launching an attack on their former compatriots.

Human casualties are impossible to accurately quantify. Hundreds of thousands of warships were destroyed, millions of armored vehicles shattered in battle, and tens of millions of soldiers perished in space. More than half of those fallen warriors have been resurrected, standing in the enemy's ranks as the vanguard in their invasion of the solar system.

Fear filled the eyes of every human warrior. Not fear of death, but fear of assimilation. They weren't afraid of dying; they were afraid that after death they would become enemies, that they too would fire on their comrades, that they too would become accomplices in the destruction of human civilization. They feared that their lives, their beliefs, their souls would be completely erased after death, leaving only a manipulated shell used to harm everything they had fought so hard to protect.

But they continued to fight. Two hundred thousand death ships still arrayed themselves in space, unleashing death shockwaves with their last ounce of energy. Five hundred thousand Death Armor units continued to weave through enemy lines, using their final strength to halt the enemy's advance. One thousand death shockwave cannons still operated amidst the ruins, using their last firepower to guard the last line of defense for the solar system.

They need to give Lin Feng enough time to eliminate these monsters.

Every soldier knew that Lin Feng was researching a weapon that could change the course of the war. Every soldier knew that if Lin Feng succeeded, there would be hope for human civilization. Every soldier knew that their mission now was not victory, but perseverance. Persevere until Lin Feng completed his research, persevere until the Heavenly Emperor Weapon was born, persevere until the day human civilization turned the tide.

So they did not retreat. Even in fear, even in despair, even as their comrades fell one by one only to be resurrected as enemies—they still did not retreat. Because behind them lay the solar system, Earth, their home, and billions of fellow human beings in need of protection.

Finally, Lin Feng developed a device for compressing the universe within the system's simulation space, which was able to continuously produce the origin of the universe. At the same time, the Heavenly Emperor's weapon was also completely completed.

In the system simulation space, Lin Feng stood in the void, before him lay the complete design blueprints of the compressed universe device. It was an unimaginably massive device, requiring the resources of the entire solar system to construct. Its core was a space compression field generator, capable of compressing all space within millions of light-years into a single point. Its energy source was an energy condenser, capable of condensing all the energy released during compression into the very essence of the universe. Its control system was a time accelerator, capable of completing the entire compression process in an extremely short time.

Meanwhile, the design blueprints for the Heavenly Emperor's weapon underwent final optimization. With the infinite cosmic primordial energy as its power source, the Heavenly Emperor's weapon no longer needed to worry about energy consumption. If one shot required one hundred units of primordial energy, then ten thousand, one million, one hundred million units of primordial energy would be produced. When the Heavenly Emperor's weapon could fire infinitely, no enemy could withstand it, and no force could contend with it.

"If we can develop this device and manufacture the Heavenly Emperor's weapon as soon as possible, we will have hope."

Lin Feng exited the system simulation space and opened his eyes. The laboratory lights were somewhat dazzling, but his eyes shone even brighter. He stood up and strode towards the command center.

"Pass down the order." Lin Feng's voice echoed in the command center, hoarse but firm. "The design blueprints for the Compressed Universe Device are complete. The final design blueprints for the Heavenly Emperor Weapon are complete. Concentrate all remaining resources and manpower to manufacture these two devices in the shortest possible time."

"Once the universe compression device is activated, we will possess infinite cosmic origins. Once the Heavenly Emperor's weapon is manufactured, we will be able to completely annihilate these unkillable enemies. If we succeed—we will have hope."

"Yes!" Everyone answered in unison, their voices filled with a final resolve and hope.

Throughout the solar system, all factories were operating at full capacity, and all production lines were dedicated to manufacturing the Compressed Space Device and the Emperor's Weapons. Scientists worked day and night, workers produced with all their might, and warriors risked their lives to defend the last line of defense.

In the starry sky, the battle continues. Two hundred thousand death warships are still fighting a bloody battle against an endless enemy; five hundred thousand Death Grim Reaper armors are still using their flesh and blood to block the enemy's advance; and a thousand death shockwave cannons are still firing continuously amidst the ruins. The warriors of human civilization are using their lives to buy Lin Feng the last bit of time.

Lin Feng stood in front of the porthole in the command center, looking at the starry sky stained red by the flames of war, at the soldiers fighting bloodily, and at the ever-increasing casualty figures on the holographic projection.

It's almost here. The space compression device is almost complete, and the Heavenly Emperor's weapon is almost finished. Just hold on a little longer, just a little bit more time—human civilization can turn the tide, annihilate these unkillable enemies, and avenge all our fallen comrades.

Before that, humanity's warriors will protect their last hope with their lives. Before that, human civilization will fight to the very last moment. Before that, Lin Feng will use his wisdom to carve out a path to survival for human civilization.