The Sky's the Limit
After the meeting, the National Guardian Mage left using various methods. The three military representatives turned around and went directly into the dark green building next door. The official in charge of logistics pondered for a moment and followed the direction the military representatives had left in.
The other government officials exchanged a few pleasantries and then boarded their respective aircraft and departed. They were indeed extremely busy; with Civilization Development to this point, there were over 200 million people, dozens of cities, countless factories and research institutes, and countless matters to handle every moment.
The research representative did not leave.
He stood at the door of that low-ceilinged house, gazing at the bustling city in the distance, lost in thought for a while.
The assistant, a young man in his twenties, had been waiting for a long time before cautiously stepping forward and asking:
"Sir, shall we next inspect the Laboratories on the Cangyuan Continent?"
The research representative realized what was happening. "No, let's go back to the Frontier Academy of Sciences and have Researchers specializing in Dreamscape wait."
Board the aircraft and fly towards the electromagnetic transmitter.
The Frontier Academy of Sciences is not located in Changhe City; it is in space, the largest space building. Countless white machines can be seen scattered in an orderly fashion, with roads crisscrossing the area. It is where the most intelligent people of the entire Suguang Civilization gather.
The research representative leaned back in his chair, gazing at the scenery rushing past the window, and fell into deep thought once again.
[The Transmigrator Project]
This plan is really... tempting.
Sending geniuses from one civilization to inhabit other civilizations, stealing their technology and information.
The primary means of communication is the [Dreamscape Communication Technology] simultaneously provided by the Scholars – it allows for ultra-long-distance information transmission through Dreamscape, ignoring distance and barriers, and is impossible to intercept.
There are also various methods of Dreamscape manipulation that can help "Crossing travelers" better integrate into the target civilization.
The research representative was one of the people in charge of the program.
There were also two other people in charge: one was National Guardian Mage had studied Dreamscape for decades and was said to be able to Killing in their dreams; the other was...
This is Mu Ri.
That guardian of civilization who has become a god.
The research representative suddenly sighed.
"The Xiao San," he began, his tone somewhat enigmatic, "Tell me, I've been in this position for several years now, isn't it time for a change?"
The assistant, nicknamed "Xiao San," instantly broke out in a cold sweat.
"Sir, you're saying that... You've only been the dean for less than five years, how can you be replaced so easily?"
The research representative arrived at the Academy of Sciences, deep in thought, and began handling official business.
The Frontier Academy of Sciences was established approximately thirty years ago.
At that time, the [Scholars ] opened the [Special Store] on the panel for the first time, which was filled with various incomplete copies of technologies that were ahead of their time. Tracing Light devoted all his efforts to studying them, but he could only complete a few items in five years.
Later, with the Civilization Development, there were more and more talented people, and the speed became faster and faster.
In recent years, we have been able to complete several items in a single year.
However, those truly difficult things—such as [Dreamscape Communication Technology]—are still beyond their comprehension even when all the information is presented to them.
It's like there's a dimensional barrier.
Those technologies were far ahead of our time.
Even using finished products is extremely difficult.
The research representative sat in his office, finished reviewing the last document, put down his pen, and sighed again.
His name is Lin Yuan, and he is fifty-seven years old this year. Having never cultivated, his golden age of thinking has ended.
He didn't want to be the dean anymore.
He wants to participate in the [Transmigrator Project].
He wanted to become Crossing and personally go to other civilizations to learn—especially mathematics.
Back when he was teaching at Linyuan Civilization School, he was just an ordinary middle school math teacher. He spent his days teaching, grading homework, and occasionally watching the news about national and international events; he was quite content.
Then one day, he came across a mathematical conjecture.
He later learned that it was the first incomplete problem he had redeemed on the [panel], and he spent six months completing the full proof.
That was a turning point in his life.
He later joined the Frontier Academy of Sciences, becoming one of its first members.
Later, when the Time of Separation civilizations came, he, like most other researchers, chose to enter the realm of Tracing Light.
It's not that I have no feelings for Near the Abyss. It's just...
Near the Abyss's development is also quite good. Most mathematicians are mediocre, and it's not bad to watch that silly Evil God make people laugh.
But with the addition of Tracing Light, the possibilities expand even further.
Lin Yuan leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling.
"The Xiao San," he called out.
The Xiao San poked her head in from outside the door. "Sir?"
"Tomorrow, the election for the next dean will begin," Lin Yuan said calmly. "You make the arrangements."
The Xiao San's expression froze instantly.
"My lord, this... this..."
"Shut up." Lin Yuan waved his hand. "Go make the arrangements. Otherwise, I'll make sure you're the dean."
Assistant. "..."
"What the hell are you doing?!"
Yun Xiaoxiao struggled frantically, letting out a deafening roar.
The small metal body writhed desperately in Su Luo's hands, like a caught eel, kicking its limbs and shaking its head wildly, as if it had epilepsy.
"Treat minor illnesses, and if it's a serious illness, just die!"
Su Luo held Yun Xiaoxiao's body down with one hand, and calmly took off its clothes with the other.
Just now, Su Luo suddenly went crazy and started taking it apart.
As you can see, Yun Xiaoxiao's mechanical outer shell is extremely strange. The moment it was removed, the hard metal began to melt, turning into a boiling silvery-white liquid.
The liquids churned in the air, as if they were living things trying to Aggregation. But Su Luo's Outer Circulation Field had already isolated them.
Under magnification, the silvery-white liquids are revealed to be trillions of tiny robots, each smaller than a regular cell, operating at the nanoscale and forming the Yun Xiaoxiao.
Yun Xiaoxiao body is mostly made up of these things, which is why it can Myriad Transformations and is omnipotent—those Nanorobots can reassemble at any time and become any form needed. This is truly a technology belonging to the interstellar age.
"Pervert! Pervert!" Yun Xiaoxiao continued to scream, her remaining half of her body still struggling desperately, "Help! Indecent assault! Forced demolition!"
With [Enhanced Perception] activated, Su Luo thoughtfully observed Yun Xiaoxiao's body, considering how to make her move.
I disassembled Yun Xiaoxiao once before when I was in Yuncang. I couldn't understand it at all that time. Those Nanorobots and energy structures couldn't be broken down to reveal any useful information.
But things are different now.
After digesting the relevant knowledge provided by Yuncang No. 0, Su Luo decided to take apart Yun Xiaoxiao's knowledge bag, which she carried with her.
After all, with such sophisticated interstellar-age creations right before our eyes, it would be a real shame not to take a look.