"System rebooting..." "Host's current identity: candidate inheritor of the Civilization Flame. Secondary permissions granted..." "Error! Error!" "Reassessing host identity..." "Host's current identity: sole candidate for Lord of Civilization. Highest permissions granted. Automatic destruction module deleted." "External data packet detected. System repairs in progress..." "System repairs complete. Greetings, esteemed Lord of Civilization. Unnamed intelligent AI at your service."
If Li Yu had been bewildered before, then now he was completely dumbfounded.
The moment he heard that he had obtained the highest permissions, a vast amount of information appeared in his mind as well, including the origins of this system.
This system was one of the technological crystallizations of an unknown civilization—not the whole of it—and had been designed to explore the near-zero dimension.
That was right. In the understanding of that unknown civilization, this place was infinitely close to the zero dimension, hence the term near-zero.
As for why it was called an unknown civilization, it was because much of the system's data had been lost due to damage sustained long ago.
Just now, the system had even stated that, because too much data was missing, it could no longer start up normally and required repairs.
Fortunately, in the blink of an eye, that external data packet had repaired the system.
That was why he had gone stupid—not because of the system itself, but because the system had been repaired.
Before this, he had already felt that Zhao Cheng stood incomparably high above him. When Zhao Cheng said he could not even describe how many feathers he amounted to, Li Yu had still harbored the faintest trace of disbelief. He had been unwilling to admit that he was a single-celled organism, or perhaps a paramecium.
But now,