The God of Light's Papal State: Where Did Our Brains Go

One day later, within the World Tree, the greatest symbol of civilization, a massive imperial research institute had been hollowed out.

The wise ones were arguing.

"Impossible!"

"I disagree with this. I don't think creating a brain of this shape can extend lifespan!"

"I disagree even more with you doing human experiments! The brain blueprints we designed are the orthodox ones!"

Simply put, after evolving to this stage as single-celled organisms, they finally began to realize a very serious problem at this moment: they didn't have brains at all!

Thus, they wanted to create a home for their souls.

Otherwise, if things continued to develop this way, their consciousnesses attached to these cells would be like lonely ghosts, gradually dissipating.

But what shape of brain they should evolve into, they began to erupt in arguments.

"The brain structure of the Holy Dragon is correct! That is God's divine revelation to us! An integrated consciousness brain is the inevitability of our evolution!"

"What? Are you crazy? Do you know what this means?

Setting aside whether it succeeds or not, even if it's possible, are you connecting the brains of tens of thousands of our kin together?

Collective consciousness, are we still ourselves?

If we can be the dominant consciousness within it and devour the consciousness of others to form neurons, wouldn't it mean that one of us has to devour tens of thousands of our kin just to survive?"

"Yes, this is a crazy idea and should be forbidden!"

"I believe the normal route is to evolve a normal brain capable of containing a biological consciousness, with a normal soul container, which is the proper solution!"

"No! Our integrated consciousness brain is God's revelation, and the Holy Dragon is proof! God specifically sent down the Holy Dragon to make us imitate its structure!"

"No! Our normal consciousness brain is God's revelation, and the giant sand beasts larger than Mite Behemoths are proof! God specifically sent down those crustacean giants in the sand for mortals on the ground to imitate their brains!"

"The evidence for the Divine Oracle is on our side!"

"We are the true divine revelation to mortals on the ground!"

Both sides were furious.

Each side believed they were in the right.

Everyone felt that their side was the true guidance from God and that they should research their own type of brain!

So, they even went to the Emperor.

The Emperor didn't know what to do either, so he went to the Pope.

The Pope was also troubled, and it was only now that he suddenly realized: "We didn't have brains? We're going to die?"

He was adept at proselytizing, playing politics, and caring for his subjects with joy, but he was completely clueless about these matters. So, he went to the Holy Dragon.

The Holy Dragon, however, was like a pig. It had a cute and gentle personality but disliked thinking. It ate and slept, slept and ate, and was also bewildered. It wanted to contact the God of Light but found that it had no means to do so proactively.

The entire meeting ended unhappily.

The wise ones were no longer united. Due to ideological differences, they began to form various factions, each researching their own brain structure.

Soon.

One wise one secretly gathered a few small groups and began conducting evil life experiments in secret.

They secretly captured a civilian, modified his structure, added a large number of pain nerves, made his body incredibly sensitive and juicy, and began to torment the civilian's spirit continuously.

Fifteen hours later.

The civilian died of pain, his soul perished, and his brain died.

These engineers witnessed firsthand: the birth of a Muck Monster.

This single-celled corpse, destined for immortality, now in the driver's seat, began to crawl unconsciously after losing its soul. It devoured its exoskeleton mecha—a fish—and began to reproduce chaotically. This cancer cell spread throughout its body, devouring normal cells.

This fish turned into a disgusting, Lovecraftian-style Muck Monster fish-person, writhing continuously.

"Monster! Monster!"

This group of engineers retreated in terror. "Is this what our immortal bodies look like after our consciousness dies? In the end, we all become monsters!"

Crack.

The door was opened.

Several sages from other factions burst in: "You are secretly engaging in such evil acts? Killing civilians to study their bodies after death? Arrest them at once!"

The other party also became enraged: "You are too insidious. Did you learn from Atabia? You've been spying on us, and I'll see who dares to arrest us!"

Li Qing lived by the sun and rested by the moon.

After breakfast, he did not, as usual, go to the Crystal Wall floor-to-ceiling window at a fixed time to wait for the Pope to transmit information to him.

Instead, he began a new way of observing civilization:

He possessed the consciousness of the soundly sleeping Holy Dragon, sat on a chair, and leisurely reviewed the recently reported information.

Li Qing pondered the recent information and found it quite amusing.

I asked you to focus on conquering cancer cells, and you completely went off-topic, leading to the question of whether you even have brains?

As expected of an engineer, he can infer many things from one example.

He observed continuously, a strange smile rising to the corner of his lips:

"Amazing, to evolve pain receptors by capturing people, then torture their consciousness to death, and after they die, they actually turn into a kind of chaotic, immortal Cancer Cell?"

His execution was swift.

But Li Qing didn't know what kind of brain would be more useful to evolve.

He just thought, their ideological disputes were fine, as long as they remembered to perfect the cancer cure technology for him.

Even.

Li Qing not only didn't enlighten the people on the ground, but he also increased their workload.

After he left, he sent down a Divine Oracle to the Holy Dragon in a dream:

1. Have them perfect the cancer cure technology. 2. Optimize the Tower of Babel technology and complete the genetic blueprint for constructing a Giant God.

Li Qing's demands weren't high, just about the same as the Emperor of Atabia back then.

Even severely ill patients with muscle atrophy who gasped for breath after walking a few steps would do, as long as they looked beautiful and could be intimidating.

Back then, the first time he saw it, with its pointed ears, green hair, and perfect tall figure, it was like a perfect mythical creature from a movie, and he immediately wanted it.

He wasn't a conventional person; he was a tough guy who liked figurines.

His previous plan to create a small Dragon had failed. Since the technology was already available, why not have a life-sized doll figurine?

Of course, it wasn't because he was lonely in reality and wanted a doll.

It was because he wanted a remotely controlled elven clone to pretend to be a god and play tricks. After all, he couldn't possibly go himself to make money from cancer treatment, could he?

The elves in mythology perfectly fit the local myths.

People believed in them!

He could try a movie plot: A modern beautiful rich second-generation heiress has a chance encounter with an ancient elf who traveled from [Another World]. The elf, seeing the philanthropist's kindness, is cured of cancer and symbolically accepts tens of kilograms of gold.

The specific plot details still needed refinement.

If possible, he could also add vampires, dragons, demons, or the God of Light to increase the suspense and make the elf's transmigration more mysterious.

Rich people, after all.

Under the fear of death, believing in gods and ghosts was normal. Besides, they had probably watched too many Marvel movies, so it might work.

With a little more trickery, as long as they had enough contribution levels, they might gain half-elven bloodlines and eternal life in the future, which would naturally drive them to fanaticism.

Money was one aspect, and power was another.

He was ultimately living on this planet, a piece of Tang Monk's flesh. If he didn't want to end up on an dissection table after being discovered, he had to plan ahead and find ways to protect himself and conceal himself.

Establishing a "Protective Umbrella Medical Company" to secretly protect him, the mastermind behind the scenes, and provide resources and information for creating worlds, was the most important thing.

"Since this world doesn't have the Umbrella company that Ning Guochang mentioned, which researches the Zombie Virus, I'll build my own Protective Umbrella Medical Company."

"The members will be elites, wealthy individuals, geniuses from various fields, and peripheral members. Initially, three or four people will be enough! They will be free, and as long as their contributions are sufficient, they can exchange for items from [Another World], bloodlines of various powerful races, longevity, and elixirs. There's nothing I can't create that they can't imagine."

"Even, as long as the contribution is high enough, these three or four people can 'leave' Earth and travel to various multi-dimensional Crystal Walls [Other Worlds] to start new lives."

"The only restriction for them is that they cannot leak even a tiny bit of information externally, because of the Three Corpses Brain God Pill."

Under Li Qing's general plan, a secret organization serving him and promoting the progress of civilization began to take shape.