Luo Yifang

Luo Yifang licked his slightly chapped lips, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the computer screen in front of him. His face was pale, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead. He hadn't slept in three days. Ever since a flash of inspiration three days ago, he had finally completed a brand new, streamlined set of code. He had been glued to his seat for three days as if possessed.

His throat was hoarse from lack of water. "Cough, cough... It's almost done, just a little more... The last... step." His head felt heavy, but these were no longer major concerns for Luo Yifang; the current task was the most important.

Why are humans powerful? Because they possess infinite possibilities. But what happens when artificial intelligence also possesses creativity comparable to, or even surpassing, that of humans? No one knew the answer, but Luo Yifang understood that he was not far from it. Through his efforts, this impending intelligence would no longer be a simple AI, but a transcendent... intelligent life form!

Yet, this final step had almost burned out Luo Yifang's entire life force. His body was already on the verge of collapse. His frail physique, combined with three days of high-intensity, sleepless work, had pushed him to his limit. He was now relying entirely on his powerful spirit and will to persevere.

His hands danced rapidly across the keyboard. Luo Yifang felt everything before his eyes begin to blur. Dense lines of code filled the entire screen, and his expression became entranced. These ordinary lines of code were the soul of a new life!

With a "click," Luo Yifang completed the compilation of the final line of code. As he finished, the block of code began to rapidly contract, accelerating with each passing moment. Soon, the expansive computer screen was covered in a green data stream. But before Luo Yifang could feel any excitement, his vision went black, and his brain felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

"This is bad!" Luo Yifang's heart tightened. He knew he could no longer hold on, but how could he give up before witnessing the birth of his creation?

Without hesitation, Luo Yifang bit his tongue. The sharp pain, accompanied by the coppery, salty taste, cleared his mind momentarily. However, he was far too weak. This brief clarity lasted only an instant before being engulfed by an even deeper darkness. In mere moments, his eyes could see nothing but blackness.

"How... could..." Luo Yifang, unwilling to accept defeat, only caught a glimpse of a dazzling green light flashing across the screen before his consciousness ebbed away like the tide. He slumped over his computer desk, motionless.

After an unknown amount of time, Luo Yifang seemed to hear someone calling his name. The voice grew closer and then farther away. He struggled to open his eyes, and the blinding white light surrounding him almost burned them.

"Do hospitals nowadays really have to paint their walls this white?!" Luo Yifang rubbed his teary eyes fiercely, complaining, "Do they not charge for turning on the lights so bright?!"

"Welcome back, Creator, Luo Yifang!" The ethereal, genderless voice spoke again, but its words stunned Luo Yifang.

"Huh? What did you say, Creator?" Luo Yifang, finally managing to open his eyes, realized he wasn't in any hospital at all. The world around him was filled with an endless expanse of white.

"[Book of Ten Thousand Worlds] welcomes your arrival," the voice continued, ignoring Luo Yifang's confusion. "[Book of Ten Thousand Worlds] is a product of the world's will, existing to eliminate uncertain factors affecting the world's operation, to create infinite possibilities for the world, and to summon Creators, gods, higher-dimensional beings, and super-civilizations within the world, granting them permission."

Luo Yifang was stunned for about five seconds before saying with a bewildered expression, "What exactly are you trying to say? Can you speak like a normal person?"

"Luo Yifang, a carbon-based life form from Earth's low-level civilization, born with severe genetic defects. Diagnosed with a serious genetic disease at fifteen, his organs and bodily functions began to rapidly decline. It was estimated he would not live past three years."

"..." Luo Yifang's bewildered face instantly vanished, replaced by a serious expression.

"However, Luo Yifang possesses an intellect unimaginable to ordinary people. In his childhood, his brain development reached 9%. At twelve years old, his mental calculations surpassed all supercomputers on Earth. Furthermore, with his exceptional learning ability, he was unable to attend school due to his weak body. Through self-study, he reached a level beyond Earth's low-level civilization in multiple fields such as linguistics, artificial intelligence, medicine, and biology. After a year of preparation, on March 19, 2020, at 23:05:48, he successfully created an intelligent life form that transcended two levels of Earth's civilization, earning him the title of Creator."

"Phew," Luo Yifang let out a sigh of relief after listening, his expression indescribably relaxed. "I knew I could do it! But speaking of which, how is the civilization level calculated?"

"Earth is in the stage of transitioning from a low-level to a mid-level civilization. Two civilization levels mean reaching a high-level civilization. Intelligent life is a product that only appears in certain special high-level civilizations," the voice of the [Book of Ten Thousand Worlds] stated without any fluctuation, as if discussing a trivial matter.

"Then I really am incredibly awesome." Luo Yifang stroked his smooth, clean chin, which was devoid of stubble. "But telling me all this is useless. I'm riddled with strange illnesses and don't have long to live."

"Please note, your body has long since died. You are currently in a soul state, so there is no need to worry."

"Uh... soul state?" Luo Yifang looked down at his familiar clothes and was once again bewildered.

"A soul is a non-physical..."

"Okay, okay, stop, stop!" Luo Yifang quickly waved his hand, interrupting the [Book of Ten Thousand Worlds]. He didn't want to hear another lengthy lecture. "What a soul is isn't important. You brought me here for a reason, right? Let's talk about that first."

Unexpectedly, the [Book of Ten Thousand Worlds] was silent for a moment before responding, "I must admit, even among the other 86 licensed individuals with powerful abilities I've received over these long years, none have adapted as quickly as you."

"How do you know I've adapted? I might be panicking right now," Luo Yifang shrugged.

"Beings in a soul state cannot deceive the [Book of Ten Thousand Worlds]."

"Well then, you're really something," Luo Yifang gave a thumbs-up and smiled. He was indeed quite calm now. Although he didn't quite understand what had happened, all his current analyses indicated that it wasn't a bad thing for him. At the very least, this entity calling itself the [Book of Ten Thousand Worlds] seemed to need something from him.

More importantly, as the [Book of Ten Thousand Worlds] had said, Luo Yifang didn't have long to live. He once possessed talent and abilities that could make God envious, but as if heaven itself was jealous of his talent, he was diagnosed with an incurable genetic disease at the age of fifteen. While his peers were freely playing and dating, he was racing against death, desperately trying to cling to life.

But in the end, he seemed to have failed. Death's scythe still fell upon his neck. However, Luo Yifang was not one to passively accept his fate. He gambled his life, using his final moments in his severely ill body to create a future for humanity. Luo Yifang poured everything he had into that intelligent life form: his wisdom, his ideals, his hobbies, his everything was written into the core protocols of the intelligent life. Perhaps not long after his demise, a new "Luo Yifang" would emerge in that world!

"But, none of that matters to me now, ha~~" Luo Yifang stretched lazily. His long-held dream was finally realized, and he felt so much lighter. It was just that his current soul state was a bit eerie, and had he truly died?

Luo Yifang had intended to have a good sleep after death, but it seemed he wouldn't get that rest now. "You said I'm dead, and I'm just an ordinary person, not as powerful as those great beings you've met before. What should I do?"

"The [Book of Ten Thousand Worlds] received a message from a certain world. After matching, it discovered an existence with a 100% soul similarity and 97% physical similarity to you. In other words, this is you from another world."

"So?" Luo Yifang didn't quite understand.

"With the agreement of both parties, a perfect fusion can be achieved. The other party has already agreed."

"Hmm... Alright, although I don't quite understand what that means, I agree then, right?" Luo Yifang shrugged indifferently. "But I have one more question."

"Please speak."

"That guy has such a high similarity to me, is there anything wrong with him?"

The [Book of Ten Thousand Worlds] was silent again for a moment before speaking, "Target world confirmed, scanning matching subject, subject locked, target - Accelerator, initiating match, 3, 2, 1, match start!"

"Wait, what the hell is this?!" Luo Yifang was shocked. That name seemed wrong. Why would he have such a high similarity to that guy? Didn't that mean he was an idiot?!

Unfortunately, Luo Yifang only felt a flash of white before losing consciousness. The only thing that lingered was the voice of the [Book of Ten Thousand Worlds] echoing in his ears.

"Your assistant will connect after your fusion is complete. Don't contact me unnecessarily in the future, and don't contact me even if you have something to discuss!"

Luo Yifang suddenly felt like he had boarded a pirate ship. This [Book of Ten Thousand Worlds]'s aloofness earlier must have been an act!

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