Biological Computer

Just like that, Orochimaru and Danzo reached a collaboration of sorts.

The Root research base became Orochimaru's new paradise.

As agreed, Danzo would provide the necessary experimental materials and equipment; whether it was the cells of the First Hokage or Sharingan, everything was now within easy reach.

Not only that, but Danzo's collection far exceeded Orochimaru's expectations.

Root, as the most secretive violent apparatus of Konoha, had spent years secretly hoarding a vast amount of illicit "spoils of war."

Various secret technique scrolls were sealed away in a special storage room.

Cell samples from Kekkei Genkai users of the Mist Village, Rock Village, Cloud Village, Sand Village... and even those from smaller ninja villages, were categorized and placed in refrigerated cabinets, shimmering with a cold, metallic luster.

It wasn't just from other villages; there were plenty from Konoha as well, such as the secret techniques of minor clans like the Akimichi Clan and the Aburame Clan.

Beyond that, even more important were the missing experimental data sets from the Second Hokage, Tobirama Senju.

Just as Orochimaru had suspected, these experiments were quite inhumane. For instance, in order to explore the destination of the soul after death, the Second Hokage had once used living people as test subjects to observe the flow of Chakra after their demise...

Looking at these materials, Orochimaru could almost feel every cell in his body trembling with excitement.

With these resources, the research into deciphering Chakra would undoubtedly accelerate significantly...

"Very good..."

Seeing Orochimaru's reaction, Danzo nodded to himself, a malicious smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

It seemed Orochimaru would be a decent partner...

Meanwhile, in a distant, different universe.

In the Marvel World, New York, inside the underground laboratory of Harry Osborn's private villa.

Unlike the gloomy and oppressive atmosphere of Root, this place was filled with the feel of modern technology...

Smooth alloy walls reflected soft lighting, and the air was permeated with a faint scent of disinfectant.

Harry Osborn, dressed in a white lab coat with his hands in his pockets, stood quietly before a massive glass cultivation tank.

Inside the tank, submerged in pale yellow nutrient solution, was an exceptionally large, complex brain.

Countless fine bio-electrodes were connected to the cerebral cortex, extending to an external console where the screen displayed complex brainwave activity patterns.

"Prometheus I..."

Harry looked at the masterpiece before him, a satisfied curve forming on his lips.

This was the crystallization of the joint efforts between him and his "selves" from the EVA world and the Kryonaut world over this period.

The theoretical upper limits provided by the Apostle cells from the EVA world—structures that were nearly divine creations—combined with the experience in biological modification technology from the Kryonaut world, had completed the key path to realization.

It was precisely through the collision of knowledge from different worlds that they had finally succeeded in deriving and practicing the relevant theories of biological computing.

In the process, the status of his other selves in their respective organizations had also risen accordingly.

By combining this theory with special induction techniques, they differentiated cultured human stem cells into highly specialized neurons and simulated the brain's structure to construct this biological computer, the only one of its kind in the world.

"Although it's just the first generation, its performance hasn't yet opened up a generational gap compared to top-tier electronic supercomputers..."

Harry watched the data streams jumping on the screen, feeling quite helpless.

After all, this world lacked biological samples of the caliber of Apostles as base materials.

Or rather, they existed, but he couldn't reach them yet... after all, those god-like aliens hadn't appeared on a large scale.

And the transmission speed and computational density of human neurons ultimately had their limits.

This meant that the performance of Prometheus I was currently inferior to electronic computers of the same scale, and compared to the MAGI of the EVA world, there was a gap of several orders of magnitude.

But as a neural computer, its advantage lay in parallel processing and artificial intelligence.

Simulating the structure of a brain gave it an innate advantage that electronic computers could not match when it came to processing massive amounts of information, performing fuzzy logic, and pattern recognition.

This was what he truly valued...

He never intended for Prometheus to run a Windows system or play Minesweeper.

Confirming that all parameters were stable, Harry walked to the console and tapped the touchscreen lightly with his finger.

"Hum—"

The mechanical structure beneath the cultivation tank began to operate, and the massive brain was slowly lowered into a more complex apparatus.

More electrodes were precisely inserted, as if injecting a soul into a sleeping giant.

The main screen of the console lit up, lines of code flashing by rapidly before stabilizing, displaying a concise string of text, as if a newborn consciousness were organizing its thoughts.

"Tell me your identity."

Harry leaned against the console and asked with great interest, as if conversing with his own child.

The text on the screen began to change, and at the same time, a mechanical arm connected to a camera turned flexibly, aiming the lens at Harry.

A slightly mechanical, yet clearly distinguishable voice rang out:

"I am the artificial intelligence created by Mr. Harry Osborn, Prometheus."

"It is a pleasure to serve you, Mr. Osborn."

"Not bad."

Harry nodded with satisfaction.

The speed of image recognition and voice generation was quite fast, which proved the potential of biological computers in the field of AI.

"Very well, Prometheus."

"Now, help me create a new project database, project codename: X-Kryonaut."

Harry issued his first official command.

"Then, input all the data regarding the X-Gene that I have transmitted to you into this database."

His eyes grew deep and thoughtful.

Prometheus was only the first step.

What followed would be the real main event.

If this world followed the timeline of the Marvel Cinematic Universe, there were only four years left until the 2012 Battle of New York.

The Chitauri army would descend upon Earth, and it would be a disaster that swept across the globe.

Before that happened, he had to obtain enough power to protect himself, or even influence the situation.

The wealth and technology of the Osborn Group?

In the face of those alien warships and the world that was about to undergo drastic changes, it was simply not enough.

Fortunately, the network of [Zhang Qi] was not just for show.

The "him" in the world of Kryonaut had quite good luck.

Relying on his foresight of the plot, he had found the ancient ruins of the Creators ahead of time and, through a series of maneuvers, successfully obtained control and research access to one of the "Unit G" sets.

And now, it was time to synchronize that creation to this world.

Of course, technical data of this level could never be stored on an ordinary server.

The Osborn Group's network?

S.H.I.E.L.D. or some other force would eventually set their sights on it.

Only Prometheus, this biological computer that imported data through a special interface and achieved complete physical isolation at the network level, was the safest vault for storing this forbidden knowledge, thanks to its unique biological information encryption characteristics.

"Command received."

Prometheus's voice rang out.

"Creating project database: X-Kryonaut... Database created."

"Accessing your specified external data interface... Connection successful."

"Loading X-Gene related data... 0%... 1%..."

A progress bar for the data transfer appeared on the screen.

Harry watched the slowly increasing percentage and waited patiently.

This was the result of his work during this period, having established a corresponding X-Gene database based on the Mutant biological tissues provided by William Stryker.

Processing data of this magnitude required powerful parallel computing capabilities, which was the fundamental reason he had built the biological computer.

Just then.

"Beep! Beep! Beep!"

A harsh alarm sounded suddenly.

A new window popped up in the corner of the screen, displaying the surveillance footage from outside the villa.

"SIR, an unknown visitor has been detected approaching!"

Prometheus issued a warning.

"Hm?"

Harry frowned slightly and looked at the surveillance screen.

He saw a black sedan parked outside the villa gate, and a bald man in a suit with a somewhat receding hairline stepped out, looking up at the villa.

"Hm? Coulson?"

Harry recognized the visitor instantly, his pupils contracting sharply.

Phil Coulson! A senior agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.!

"S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

Waves of shock surged in Harry's heart.

How did they find their way here?

Why?