Bloody Data

On the planet, the Collectors' testing continued. Although the solid-state brain had already produced a finished product, a finished product did not mean it could be put to practical use. It still needed testing, debugging, and data collection. Not everything could be used the moment it was made. Just like the Wright brothers' airplane—even though airplanes later became the rulers of the sky, it could not change the fact that humanity's first airplane had only flown to a height of 3.8 meters.

The test subject strode across the ground on its fanged limbs. It was in much better condition now than when it had started. At the very least, it was no different from a normal Collector and no longer trembled slightly as it walked.

"This time, we readjusted the neural interface, increased the number of nerve fibers. Do you still feel that strange sensation?"

Faced with its kin's question through the life-field, the test subject stopped moving, then suddenly leaped into the air. After landing, it lowered itself to gather strength and smoothly swung its fanged limbs, producing a deep, muffled whoosh.

Only after doing this did the test subject reply to its kin.

"No. It feels the same as before."

"Mm, very good. Next is the mental test."

The Collectors then sent a flood of messy questions to the test subject through the life-field channel. The questions covered everything imaginable, from mathematics, physics, chemistry, and biology to the personal cultivation required of a spy in hiding. Some were difficult enough to involve calculating the construction of gravitational rings within a binary star system, while others were as simple as asking what one plus one equaled.

The main thing was the sheer volume. If all those questions were written on paper, they would probably fill a space of five