Meng Yi instructed Red Queen to integrate the technical concepts behind Longevity Type 1. It concerned whether he could make one last big haul before leaving.
The purpose of Evolution Paradise was "evolution." Which was superior: individual evolution or the evolution of group civilizations?
The evaluation was "World Origin Condensate."
Then, if he helped the entire world undergo ascension and completed a version update that shed the old for the new, what level of evaluation would he receive?
After asking about Red Queen's memory and storage capacity, he received an answer that left Meng Yi utterly dejected.
Before he transmigrated in his previous life, Huaxia's Tianhe-I supercomputer matrix had a memory capacity of 262 TB and total storage capacity of 2 PB.
(PS: Storage units from lowest to highest are B, KB, MB, GB, TB, PB, EB, ZB, and YB, with a conversion ratio of 1024:1.)
Super Red Queen, which was only the size of a tablet computer, had a memory capacity of 2 EB and total storage capacity of 20 EB.
Using compression technology that Meng Yi could not yet understand, even after calculating 93.125% of the Blue Star Civilization's knowledge, it occupied only an insignificant fraction of the total storage capacity.
Red Queen's durability was equally unscientific.
Even after operating at full power for a hundred years or a thousand years, the accumulation of redundant data would not reduce her computational efficiency.
The only flaw he could find was Red Queen's material. Its strength had yet to exceed the upper limit of materials that could be cut by lasers.
Meng Yi would have to be an idiot to use Red Queen as a shield.
Had the Blood Rebirth he had painstakingly mastered been a joke?
Did he need Red Queen as an auxiliary tool to tank damage?
Evolution Paradise's Hidden Permission would not bring players an immediate boost, but its inconceivable methods were absolutely effective.
The Hidden Permission had increased the efficiency of utilizing the D-Rank World Origin Crystal by an extent beyond the limits of comprehension.
After ordering Red Queen to do the grunt work, Meng Yi once again found Firefly and Luo Ji, whom he had not seen for a long time.
The two "teammates" from the Selection Dungeon remained as they were.
Umbrella Corporation's food was too good. Luo Ji had visibly grown broader, and his face had become considerably rounder.
Firefly still could not gain weight no matter how much she ate. Her flat little belly was like the four-dimensional pocket of a blue-skinned fat cat.
By contrast, Meng Yi had undergone a complete transformation. He was now strong enough to face Firefly from the Manhattan Period in battle.
"Brother Luo, our Selection Dungeon will end in another twenty-four hours."
"You really don't plan to obtain some Body Strength enhancement from me?"
In the large lounge, Luo Ji, who had been curled up on the sofa reading, closed his book and calmly shook his head.
"No need. I thank you for your kindness, Young Master Bai, but I have made up my mind."
Third time's the charm. Meng Yi did not try to persuade him again. Everyone had their own aspirations, and he respected Luo Ji's decision.
Without Luo Ji as a hidden line, it merely meant that he would have one fewer choice in the future.
When the Trisolaran fleet pressed down across the Solar System and the Singer Civilization used its Two-Dimensional Foil to paint a space mural, Luo Ji would have plenty of desperate moments.
By then, Meng Yi, who had grown stronger by any means necessary, would probably be able to seal the gate through which the Nine Heavens of Chaos touched the Material Universe. He could stuff even the "ultimate abominations" of the Warhammer Worldview's Material Universe into a laboratory and turn them into specimens, becoming unrivaled throughout the cosmos.
If he could still remember Luo Ji by then, Meng Yi would not mind "extending a helping hand" and going to the Three-Body Worldview to "discuss the Dao" with the Returner Civilization.
"Firefly, let's go. Come with me to the laboratory."
"Huh? We're going again?"
Firefly pointed at her cheek in bewilderment. The dungeon was about to end, yet she had not expected that Meng Yi still had not given up.
Meng Yi's gaze was unwavering, and his tone brooked no argument.
Poor Prison Firefly once again lost the staring contest. She unhappily stuck out her tongue, pulled a long face, and rose helplessly to her feet.
"Oh, got it."
Meng Yi and Firefly left one after the other.
Watching their retreating figures, Luo Ji, who was in his thirties, closed his eyes. After a long while, a sigh echoed through the large rest area.
"Young Master Bai... You give people far too much of a sense of security. You protect your teammates too well..."
"Teaming up with you is certainly easy, but you calculate everything. When have you ever given others a chance to grow?"
The gloom in Luo Ji's eyes cleared. He sighed calmly, "The universe is a dark forest. In the end, the only person one can rely on is oneself."
Which choice between him and Meng Yi was right or wrong? Which was just or unjust?
It was impossible to tell for now. Only time could answer that question.
This was a temporary high-end laboratory that had been cleared out. The previous, more advanced laboratory had been wrecked by Meng Yi and could not be used for the time being.
Moreover, the previous laboratory contained more than thirty years' worth of White Soul Rings "provided as a friendly gesture" by Albert Wesker. Using it felt inauspicious.
Out of personal respect for Firefly, as well as to prevent any potential resistance on her part,
apart from the patient Firefly and the doctor Meng Yi, no other assistants participated in this research into Entropy Loss Syndrome.
(Red Queen: ...Huh? I'm not human, so that's fine!)
Blood drawing, testing...
C+ Rank Psionic Power, combined with the perspective of a high-precision microscope, allowed him to observe the Microcosm Domain at molecular precision in advance.
Under the dual field of vision provided by the mind and the microscope, every basic molecular unit of every cell in Firefly's body was wrapped in azure "threads," causing the modified person's physical structure to slowly disintegrate.
This technique's side effects were extremely severe. The subject remained in a state of pain and burning at all times, waiting for a slow death...
By contrast, the positive effects brought by Entropy Loss Syndrome were equally outstanding.
At the most basic level, even without driving completely compatible external armor, a Genetically Modified Human's physical strength far exceeded the human limit (F+).
By turning life into fuel, it forcibly pushed a Genetically Modified Human to a normal level somewhere between E- Rank and E+ Rank.
Moreover, a Genetically Modified Human who had undergone the procedure could accelerate the rate at which their vitality burned, thereby unleashing even greater strength. This was a "burst mode" achieved through scientific means.
"Not a bad technology."
"Red Queen, calculate the solution to this formula."
Meng Yi produced a string of Baiology Formula that probably only he and his bound equipment, Red Queen, could understand.
In less than 0.00001 seconds, Red Queen, whose computational efficiency was astonishingly high, provided the answer.
"Chairman, the answer is: 1379."
A batch-produced Genetically Modified Human that burned through all its vitality in one go could unleash an extreme burst output 1379 times its normal level.
The consequence? Their oil would run dry, and they would simply die.
"Firefly, your Glamoth Empire should have methods for replenishing vitality, right?"
Hearing Meng Yi's question, Firefly lay on the examination table and stared blankly at the fluorescent ceiling light. After thinking for a long time, she said uncertainly, "Probably. Maybe. Possibly?"
"A basic model like me would be scrapped after burning through its vitality. I wouldn't qualify for supplementation with the Empire's advanced technology."
Meng Yi nodded in understanding. He had figured out the source of Firefly's "shatter the planetary core" output.
An E+ Rank body with physical strength multiplied 1379 times by burning away all its vitality, an endless supply of Imaginary Energy provided by the "Imaginary Space," a certain multiplier of leverage from the Doomsday Path practiced in her moment of despair, and the Sam Mecha serving as an external energy-release device.
Each link was indispensable. Only by multiplying all four could she unleash the physical destructive power of a "single strike that shattered a star."
Note that this was multiplication, not addition.
It was impossible to calculate how many times the "leverage" provided by the Doomsday Aeon King multiplied her strength. Meng Yi had no understanding whatsoever of the abstruse Idealism System's Path Strider.
If Firefly tried to replicate the "single strike that shattered a star" again, even with the foundation of burning her life, abundant energy, the Path of Destiny Lever, and the mecha's release mechanism, she would have a hard time pulling it off.
The Idealism System placed excessively high demands on one's state of mind. Its upper limit was high, its lower limit low, and it fluctuated constantly, making it extremely unstable.
Where was he supposed to find the mental state Firefly had possessed when the Glamoth Empire was destroyed and the Celestial Front collapsed?
He speculated that only an Emanator who had received authority from a C'tan could stabilize the Path of Destiny Lever within a relatively high multiplier range, making every move carry immense physical destructive power—in other words, the "star-shattering level" in the conventional sense.
"Commander, do you think I can still be saved?"
It was not difficult to hear the intense yearning for "life" in Firefly's words. She did not want to die. She wanted to live.
After pondering for a moment, Meng Yi gave a wry laugh.
"If you had come to me a few days ago, the answer would have been no."
"But now? It might be worth a try."
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