Hearing Jingwei's words, Shen Feng could not help narrowing his eyes.
Become a god...
According to Arthur C. Clarke's Third Law, any sufficiently advanced technology was indistinguishable from magic at first glance. With the Grey Tide technology and quantum force-field technology he had mastered, along with this large-scale hypnosis technique, it would not be difficult for him to impersonate a supernatural god in this Dark Apocalypse where civilization had already been lost.
He could even mass-produce lesser "gods" by granting control permissions over the Nanomachine Swarm, using them as his assistants and servants.
Of course, he would also have to destroy books left behind from the pre-technological era on a massive scale, utterly extinguishing the scientific spirit of this world and plunging everyone into superstition and ignorance, leaving them with nothing but endless worship and blind obedience toward him.
Using the cloning technology and powerful biotechnology he possessed, he could continually replace his body, even upload his consciousness, and thus achieve immortality.
By then, he could rule the entire Earth as the sole god of this world.
All new technological inventions and creations would be strangled in the cradle by the omnipresent Grey Tide and artificial intelligence.
Perhaps things like steam engines and internal combustion engines would be rediscovered, and even electricity might be restarted amid the ruins. But Shen Feng would swiftly snuff them out, as easily as extinguishing a flame that had sprung up in a house.
As the sole deity who controlled the light, he would stand high above and look down upon the Myriad Will of living beings—perhaps until the day, billions of years later, when the Sun became a red giant and swallowed the entire solar system, bringing everything to utter destruction...
But was that really what he wanted?
Shen Feng gave a dark chuckle