The Data Terminal remained silent for a long time. Even with the composure of a PDA, it was utterly shocked.
Only after ten seconds did the terminal's voice come through the communicator. "You mean... what?"
"I'm transmitting the footage to you." As Hao Ren spoke, he shared the scene before his eyes. "Can you see it? These tentacles, and the equipment connected to them. The signals I gave you were intercepted from these cables. The server's host is a Firstborn... There's no way we can move the whole thing out."
"...Great God of the Dad, why do we always run into this kind of crap?" the terminal yelled from the other end. "Test some of the other lines. Maybe the signal is being transmitted through other equipment."
"I already tested them. Every cable is connected to the tentacles, and the signal source isn't these machines. It's all coming from the tentacles."
As he spoke, Hao Ren installed more sensors on the metal cylinders and cables. At the same time, he used a transmitter to fire several probes into the tentacles hanging from the cavern ceiling. The signals detected by those sensors left the Data Terminal speechless.
Vivian looked up at the tentacles and cables that had grown together symbiotically. It was obviously a thorough modification. Not only had the Zhuom people needed to design suitable machinery and equipment, the Firstborn had also needed to precisely control the growth of its own body to adapt to the human facilities here. Without the Firstborn's cooperation, this would have been impossible with mortal power alone. As unbelievable as it was, the truth lay before everyone's eyes: the Firstborn and mortals on this planet coexisted harmoniously, working together with astonishing precision.
"Could the Zhuom people have found a way to forcibly control the Firstborn's...