As everyone knew, carbon-based lifeforms were almost incapable of deconstruction and reconstruction. This was determined by the unique nature of biological organisms.
But nothing in this world was absolute. After all, the level of our civilization and technology was limited by the systems of knowledge we had received. Perhaps a higher-level civilization truly could overcome this obstacle.
Theoretically speaking, the human body was still composed of matter, and strictly speaking, both qualitative and quantitative changes in matter were reversible.
Just as water could be broken down into oxygen and hydrogen, hydrogen and oxygen could likewise be combined into water.
That was deconstruction and reconstruction. Most matter in the world could be reversed into something else this way, and logically, living organisms should be no exception.
It was just that we had yet to find the key to open that door.
What Ye Jinghong meant was that the key to opening that door was actually in my hands, but I had sealed it away—hidden it in a "place" that even I myself could not find.
And I had sealed it away myself. Then what had been my purpose in doing so? I would not have done something like that for no reason. It had to be because the technology and methods were unsuitable for the times, or because they carried some grave flaw.
There was no way to know.
But with the outsiders invading, the organization known as "Silkworm" eyeing it greedily, and all the trouble they had caused—all for the sake of this key—it was clear that even they placed great importance on this so-called high-level civilization.
"So you cannot let anything happen to you. At the very least, the things you possess cannot fall into those people's hands," Ye Jinghong said.
I frowned. "Other than the deconstruction and reconstruction