Biological Computer Matrix Battle Body

"Evolution Paradise"'s teleportation mechanism came without warning, the process impossibly smooth, with zero delay sending Meng Yi back to the Hive City stage.

The cramped single-person dwelling, a half-eaten Nutrient Paste left on the table, a ninety-nine percent new puppet standing dumbly guard outside the storage room door.

"Time hasn't changed?"

Meng Yi picked up the Nutrient Paste to check—the taste was still as mind-clearing as ever. He reached out and touched the table's surface; no dust clung to his fingertips.

'Psionic Diffusion: Mental Detection!'

An intangible, formless, eerie wave pierced through the building's barriers. The scattered 'neighbors' within a ten-kilometer radius appeared in Meng Yi's mental vision, unchanged from before he entered the Selection Dungeon.

Those repairing hunting tools kept repairing, those venting kept venting, those reinforcing defenses kept reinforcing, those eating indescribable food kept eating... The Hive City Bottom was still so 'peaceful,' 'harmonious,' 'friendly,' and 'stable.'

"That's the flavor!"

After multiple verifications, Meng Yi confirmed his speculation.

One month in the Selection Dungeon, fifteen days in the Paradise Stay Period—a total of a month and a half calculated independently, not interacting with the Warhammer Worldview's timeline.

Meng Yi remained on high alert, not daring to slack off for a moment, vigilant against any possible 'uninvited guests.'

An hour later...

Two hours later...

No 'fat shut-in' invited him to taste the ten-ingredient tonic soup in the pot. No blood-armored madman on the Brass Throne asked him why he hadn't piled up heads and rivers of blood. No 'Blue-haired Fluttering Bird' kindly invited him to 'stay a while' in the Mutation Sky Crystal Labyrinth.

As for 'Slaanesh, the Dark Prince,' Meng Yi's compatibility with that gender-ambiguous purple-skinned beast was too poor. He figured Slaanesh wouldn't take a liking to him, a super Steel Straight Man strict with self-discipline.

"The beasts of the Nine Heavens of Chaos can't reach 'Evolution Paradise.' I left and returned—are They completely unaware?"

Meng Yi felt a little reassured.

'Omniscient and Almighty' had always been a false proposition. An 'Almighty One' would necessarily know everything, understand everything, and be capable of everything.

When four 'False Omniscient and Almighty Ones' interfered with each other, bickered, and held each other back, none could achieve 'Relative Omniscience and Almighty.'

This was verified by the Four Peddlers' frequent failures in the Material Universe.

Success came from the Warp, failure came from the Warp.

In the end, they were just a bunch of 'Earthbound Spirits' trapped in the Warp, throwing their weight around.

Similar examples included Firefly's Hometown's 'Imaginary Tree: Imaginary Space' and the 'Second-Generation Child of the Version: Aeon.'

A few more hours passed, and the Hive City Bottom still showed no change.

Meng Yi lowered his highest alert level—though if the Four Peddlers really came knocking, his vigilance wouldn't matter anyway.

He sat down on the shabby, worn-out, patch-covered sofa.

The sofa, likely older than Meng Yi himself, let out a strained 'creak.'

A month of rest couldn't be wasted. Meng Yi pondered how to effectively use this time to grow stronger.

The lack of the Selection Dungeon and 'Evolution Paradise''s superior research environment wasn't a problem—he could just handcraft things at the nanoscale with his cells.

During the Paradise Stay Period, after creating the 'Psionic Familiar: Red Queen,' Meng Yi had been studying whether he could load Red Queen's abilities onto himself, modifying each cell in his body into a 'Baiology Computer Version 1.0,' partially shedding dependence on Red Queen's Computing Power.

The modification plan was feasible. With the remaining time, Meng Yi had initially drafted a rough phased upgrade strategy for himself. But time was limited—he couldn't complete a full body version iteration during the Paradise Stay Period.

"Should I take down the Hive City and turn this lost planet into my Testing Ground?"

With a weapon in hand, murderous intent arises.

Meng Yi had a sudden thought, then immediately dismissed it.

Who knew if the elites at the Hive City's top had means to contact the Terra Empire?

A mad Psionicist wreaking havoc, with a civilization-destroying power comparable to a B (Beta)-level threat, was enough to warrant the Imperial Inquisition making a troublesome trip.

A starved camel is still bigger than a horse. No matter how much the Terra Empire struggled to survive, crushing Meng Yi—a Small Fry just starting to grow—was still no problem.

Moreover, if he spread the 'Virus Progenitor' too widely, causing its projection in the Warp to pique 'Nurgle the Affectionate Father''s interest, Meng Yi would have no place to cry.

"Calm down and develop—don't get cocky!"

Meng Yi decided to keep lying low. He'd endured eighteen years already; a little more time wouldn't hurt.

Once he used 'Evolution Paradise' to cultivate into a 'Shilipo Swordsaint,' invincible across the Warhammer Universe, He'd recite a poem: 'Today my sword points at the Warp, refining spirit, refining demon, refining heaven!'

Then he'd seize the Four Peddlers and instantly refine them, devouring the Warhammer Universe's Material Universe and Warp as nourishment.

A man needs ideals, or else what's the difference between him and a salted fish?

Having set his mind on the Cowardly Path Stream playstyle, Meng Yi, with his exceptional execution ability, decisively began his plan.

First, he had Red Queen devour and take over the ninety-nine percent new gang puppet that had suffered elimination.

Then, he instructed Red Queen to slowly take over other bases, exchanging for supplies in different 'gang territories.'

And to see if she could grab... cough cough... 'trade' for some Terra Empire Psionic Technology products.

Meng Yi no longer confined himself to the rigid framework of the human form—what was humanity but an inconvenient thing?

Countless black-and-red threads began to spread from his body, covering every inch of the cramped room.

The stored biomass energy was barely sufficient; holding out for a month wouldn't be a problem.

The "White Studies Device," whose aesthetic was even more grotesque than the Warhammer Cesspool, was constructed piece by piece. The style of Psionic Technology, after all—super dark fantasy, get it?

Meng Yi began the unfinished Body Modification plan—"White Studies Battle Body 1.0: Biological Computer Matrix"!

A conventional carbon-based lifeform, the human body, contains roughly 40 to 60 trillion cell structures.

The New Generation citizens of the Terra Empire have had their genetic structures optimized multiple times, far exceeding the "ancient human" stage.

With an average natural lifespan of 200 years, as long as nutrition is sufficient and exercise is proper, they can all reach the F+ grade Human Body Limit.

Though not comparable to the absurd species of the "One Piece King worldview," the average Terra Empire citizen boasts 100 to 120 trillion cell structures—twice that of ancient humans.

As for how Meng Yi arrived at the precise range of 100 to 120 trillion cells, credit goes to the "enthusiastic and selfless dedication" of his "neighbors."

Killing all the beasts of the Hive City Bottom might be off by a few, but killing ninety-nine percent would definitely leave many behind.

For Meng Yi, who had already transcended humanity, his cell count was a different matter entirely.

The number of cells depended only on whether he "wanted to," not whether he "could."

If he wanted, by absorbing biomass, splitting, and replicating, he could surpass the level of a viral mother colony, spreading across a village, a town, a country, or even an entire planet.

Unfortunately, an excessive scale would affect global control precision and information feedback speed.

At this stage, Meng Yi's "spirit" could not manipulate a body structure comparable to a country or planet with the ease of an arm.

The energy consumption, an astronomical number every moment, was far beyond what he could bear now.