Devouring World Dragon.

Chapter 305 Intermission Science Management Office Part 2

A completely fantastical creation.

The technical details of this technology are quite complex; the Institute of Science and Technology Management generally refers to it as the "Authority of Creation." However, to outsiders, it's known as the "Universal Wish-Granting Machine."

It requires no external energy and can realize any fantasy. Creating worlds, distorting life and death, overturning the rules of physics, making one's words come true... all sorts of unimaginable desires can be fulfilled.

Its subordinate technology can be called reality distortion, which distorts reality to achieve its purpose; while the Creator Authority is absolute, without any logic, and whatever it thinks is reality.

Therefore, it is the "complete level", meaning an absolute fantasy without limits.

For this reason, Class C technology is labeled as "a disaster with highly uncertain consequences," because even the Science Management Agency does not know what will happen after an uncontrolled Class C technology appears.

Fortunately, C-level technology is ultimately just C-level technology. Although it was accidentally captured by the young man who had escaped his mental prison from the immeasurable ocean of information, he ultimately hadn't had time to realize it. After that flash of inspiration and the Planck time, the young man was captured by the [unclear - possibly a typo, possibly a reference to a specific entity or entity] that constantly monitors the entire universe.

The young man probably didn't even understand why he was spacing out and daydreaming one second, and the next second he was suddenly imprisoned in the Science and Technology Management Center.

Although it's quite tragic, the Science and Technology Management Center's attitude towards these escapees whose creative ideas have broken through restrictions is to monitor and imprison them.

Since he was able to break through the limitations of his mind once, who knows if he won't do it again?

Just as the elderly people breathed a sigh of relief at the successful containment of the C-level technology, a silent man suddenly spoke up.

"Judging from the frequency, the number of times the mind prison is being breached is increasing."

……

The atmosphere turned cold.

The group looked at each other, but no one spoke.

"Although the number of incidents has increased, our defenses remain very successful. In the last seven years, there has not been a single incident of technology going out of control."

It was a man with a serious expression who tapped on the table and spoke earnestly.

However, the old man codenamed F disagreed with the serious man's point of view.

He scoffed.

"Success? Defense? Containment? Wake up, Q, do you really believe that?"

"140 years ago in the Federation calendar, we had never experienced a mind escape. In 142 years of the Federation calendar, the first unplanned mind escape occurred, and the H-class technology, the faster-than-light engine, was discovered 1000 years ahead of schedule."

"After that, a mind break would occur every few years, a technology would be accidentally discovered. Fifty years ago, that number jumped to thirty mind breaks a year. And what about today, fifty years later?"

F slammed his fist on the table in anger.

"Wake up, everyone! Stop hiding in your sandcastle and playing dumb! The mind prison is failing sooner than we anticipated. We can't wait until the prototypes' planned eight quadrillion years from now!"

"The prototypes say that we will experience a full-scale technological explosion in eight quadrillion years, and only then will we, as planned, enter into euthanasia."

"But how long has it been? Only 300 years! The first Class C technology has already successfully broken through. At this rate, will we even live to see a peaceful death eight quadrillion years from now?"

For some reason, F clenched his teeth, his eyes filled with grief and indignation.

"Gentlemen!"

F said loudly.

"The prototypes have deceived us! They're a bunch of liars! We can't continue following their plans any longer; we have to save ourselves! I propose that we abandon their plans now and do things our own way."

F spoke with great passion, displaying a fervor that older people often lack.

But the elderly people present were unusually indifferent to F's words. Some showed surprise, some showed regret, and so on, but none of them agreed.

At the head of the round table, A remained silent, his hands clasped behind his back, his handsome, godlike face devoid of words.

Looking at F in front of him and the silent crowd around him, the expectation in his eyes gradually dimmed.

After a while, A lowered his hands, stood up, leaned forward, and looked at F almost looking down at him before speaking.

"F, I'll confirm again, so you're saying you're going to openly defy the prototypes' decisions?"

A's cold voice echoed throughout the conference room.

Hearing A's words, F raised his head, straightened his body, and looked directly at A in front of him.

"Yes."

His voice was strong and clear.

A didn't ask any more questions, but slowly sat down, then crossed his arms again and spoke.

"Now, let's proceed with the voting. Those who agree to execute F, please raise your hands."

As he spoke, A raised his hand.

"A agrees to the complete execution of F..."

A's voice rang out.

As if a button had been pressed, sparse sounds rang out one by one, and hands were raised.

"J agrees to F's complete execution..."

"M agrees to the complete execution of F..."

"You agree..."

F looked around and saw that everyone had raised their hands.

No matter how good their relationship was normally, at this moment, everyone chose to abandon their feelings and rely on rational decision-making.

25: 1.

Everyone except F agreed to execute F.

Although F already knew the answer in his heart, he still sat down wearily and leaned back in his chair.

F paused for a moment, then raised his hand.

"F...agrees to execute F completely."

26: 0.

Passed unanimously.

……

After the complete execution, all causal relationships concerning the subject will be erased, and it will cease to have ever existed.

Looking at the empty seats, one of the 25 people asked a question.

"Who was executed?"

An elegant and composed woman asked the question.

Looking at the empty seat, she knew someone had been executed, but she didn't know who it was, whether it was a man or a woman, or why.

All information about that person has disappeared.

"Judging from the number, it's F."

An old man answered.

"Then let the reserve personnel take over."

One person said.

As he spoke, a smiling adult appeared in the light.

"Greetings, esteemed elders. It's a pleasure to meet you all..."

The polite man bowed slightly.

Just as the man was about to introduce himself, an elder casually raised his hand.

"Alright, welcome to the new member. But don't stand on ceremony. From now on, you're one of us. Your code name is F; no need for a name here."

Upon hearing this, the smiling young man nodded.

Then, one of the elders flipped through the documents.

"However, there's not much more to say after that. The dangers have all been nipped in the bud. The only problem is that there's still an F-level otherworldly incident."

"A game company has connected to another world and launched it as a virtual world. Although there is no apparent danger at the moment, and it does not fall under any restricted events, the Federation still wants to ask for our opinion after discovering it."

Several elders glanced at the document and began to discuss it in hushed tones.

"A world with gods and monsters? It doesn't seem to make much of a difference."

"Should we send an exploratory army to pacify it?"

"It's just a non-forbidden world, let's just treat it as an amusement park for young people, why make such a fuss?"

"Let the federal government handle this themselves. Just say the Science and Technology Management Institute has no objections..."

With just a few words, the fate of another world was decided.

The meeting ended, and the crowd dispersed.

Just as the young man was smiling and trying to leave, A called out to him.

"F, wait a minute."

The young man... no, now it should be F, F looked at A with a puzzled expression.

A, handsome as a god, looked at F and nodded.

"Would you like to get to know the Science and Technology Management Institute better with me?"

……

In the seemingly endless corridor, A was accompanied by F.

A remained silent as always, while F always wore a smile, as if he could continue to smile no matter when or where he was.

"F, how does it feel to be here at the Science and Technology Management Institute?"

A opened his mouth.

His voice was deep and authoritative, with a certain inexplicable charm.

F thought for a moment, then smiled and said.

"Hmm...it feels different from what I imagined. It's quite ordinary. I thought it would be very serious and advanced, haha."

F smiled broadly, looking very relaxed and happy.

A, however, was not infected by this joy and instead said indifferently.

"The Science and Technology Management Institute is a place for storing secrets. It mainly stores and preserves various old things. It's not a military stronghold, so it doesn't need to be so advanced."

Then, silence fell again.

The two walked slowly, and then A suddenly began to talk to himself.

"F, you were also born before the year 0 of the Federal Calendar, and experienced the world before the Federal Act was enacted. Those young people won't understand, but we all know... all the old people know how many efforts and reshapings this world has undergone."

"We tell young people that after the old humanity perished, we came into being. The new humanity spent a hundred years flattening the galaxy and another two hundred years conquering the universe, as if we were the chosen ones."

"But... there's no such thing as a chosen one."

A revealed a mocking smile, laughing at the naivety of the young people, and also at himself.

"In this world, we flattened the Milky Way in just a hundred years. But afterwards, we were forced to face a predicament. That monster was still there, still watching us intently... It's laughable that the prototypes abandoned us here, promising us eight quadrillion years, but what was the result? Only three hundred years, just three hundred years..."

A's voice was low, but there was a hint of resentment in it.

Long, long ago, a race was born, and they tried very hard to survive, to survive the clutches of a monster.

After countless efforts, they miraculously succeeded and defeated the monster.

So they began to reshape the universe, removing all the strange and unusual things, and eventually, they even escaped the story by some means.

Only... remains were left behind.

Each old person has their own prototype, and each was once a god in the past. The old person was them, yet not them, like a snake shedding its skin.

In this newly born universe, they may appear to have only lived for two or three hundred years, but in reality, they all have memories spanning tens of millions of years.

This is why the elderly are the elderly; beneath an outward appearance no different from that of young people, their hearts have long since withered.

That so-called federal bill is essentially a bill that separates the original prototypes from their remains.

Before that law, the new humans were gods, gods who had miraculously defeated the monsters.

But after that bill, the new humans escaped the story using some means that even the older generation couldn't understand... a story destined to be swallowed up by monsters.

The prototypes of gods have departed, while the remains of humans remain.

Even with shared memories, gods are still gods, and humans are still humans. Humans can only try to survive these last eighty quadrillion years according to the grand plan left by the gods.

This is the essential difference between the elderly and the young people mentioned in the bill.

Don't be fooled by the fact that it may only be a second apart; the former was someone who had fallen from a divine throne, while the latter was just a mortal.

However, in just three hundred years, the grand plan fell apart...

What exactly happened?

(End of this chapter)