Accepting Memories

Art Student now feared purely physical means. If he was hit by a purely physical attack, he would still be injured when he should be injured and die when he should die. None of this could be avoided. After absorbing a Star God shard, he was at most a superhuman, not yet at the level of a god.

After finishing his cigarette, Art Student continued lying on the ground, staring into the pitch-black space. It was not that he did not want to get up, but that he was still weak all over and could only lie there helplessly.

Art Student could not help but think about what path he should take in the future. Since he had already transmigrated into this world, he had to find a way to survive. Now that he had abilities, he needed to live even better.

He could not let this body's abilities go to waste, but he was not yet at the point where he could throw caution to the wind.

Art Student tried out the C'tan' physical distortion ability and got a rough feel for it. At present, he could only affect an area within a ten-meter radius. Beyond that, there was nothing he could do.

But for Art Student, this was still a good beginning. After all, he had only just acquired the C'tan' abilities. A range with a ten-meter radius was already very powerful. The Star God shard's ability had a maximum range of one thousand meters in radius.

Art Student pulled out the phone that had transmigrated with him from the pocket of his already torn pants. Holding it up before his eyes, he found that it was completely damaged and could no longer be used.

Moreover, the phone looked incredibly tiny in Art Student's hand.

"Oh-ho! The phone got smashed. If this were before, it would've been completely useless, but now there's no need to panic. I've got superpowers."

Art Student looked at the scrapped phone and spoke calmly.

For the former Art Student, if his phone had been smashed like this, he could only buy a new one. Now that he had transmigrated, there was nowhere to buy one. Fortunately, he now had superpowers and could repair it directly.

Art Student stroked the shattered phone. Now that he possessed the C'tan' powerful and unimaginable abilities, he carefully sensed and analyzed the phone's various components, as well as the principles behind the software it used.

It took Art Student around ten seconds to completely understand the phone's principles and figure out how to repair the scrapped phone.

There were even dozens of methods in Art Student's mind for repairing the phone, or even enhancing its performance. He could improve every aspect of the phone's capabilities by hundreds of times, making it comparable to a supercomputer in modern society.

Having already thought of a way to repair the phone, Art Student directly used his physical distortion ability. The damaged phone could be seen continuously restoring itself bit by bit, while its screen kept growing larger and thinner.

The phone, which had looked tiny in Art Student's hand, gradually became suitably sized. It grew several times larger, like a small tablet computer, and fit perfectly in his hand.

Art Student played with the fully repaired phone. All the information he had previously viewed and deleted had been extracted by him, and it could provide the current Art Student with some inspiration.

Art Student's phone no longer even needed an internet connection to operate on its own and handle all kinds of problems. Art Student had created a separate local network for his phone.

Now, only the phone's outer appearance remained. Inside, it had become Art Student's personal terminal, with incomparably powerful performance and incredibly fast startup response.

Although Art Student's brain had already been enhanced when he absorbed the Star God shard, becoming like a supercomputer that could rationally analyze and think through all kinds of matters on its own, as well as handle multiple tasks at once—

For Art Student, a phone was still more convenient. It could help record all sorts of things and serve as a backup.

The most important thing was that Art Student had not yet fully accepted the Star God's memories. The memories of a Star God shard were unimaginably vast. They were fragments of memories from countless billions of years of a Star God's existence. Absorbing those memories alone would take Art Student countless years.

For Art Student, who had only lived for a little over twenty years, the massive memory data contained within the Star God shard was an unimaginable treasure, but also a heavy burden. Those immense and chaotic memories had nearly overwhelmed his brain and turned him into an idiot.

Fortunately, Art Student possessed a special physique. The instant he transmigrated, his body had also been modified and became incredibly powerful. Only then had he withstood the impact of the Star God shard's memories and avoided becoming a fool.

That was a blessing amid misfortune.

Whenever Art Student thought of a piece of advanced technology from the Warhammer World, the principles behind that weapon and its method of manufacture would basically surface in his mind.

It was like having the answer placed plainly before Art Student's eyes. Like a math problem with the answer set directly in front of him, yet for the current Art Student, it was still profoundly difficult.

Moreover, he still needed to thoroughly grasp, understand, and apply it himself. That process depended on Art Student's own efforts. Otherwise, having abilities without knowing how to use them would be utterly ridiculous.

Take a Power Sword, for example. Its blade was made of monomolecular material. A miniature disintegration device, a miniature magnetic field containment unit, and a miniature controlled nuclear fusion power supply also had to be installed in the hilt. These provided the Power Sword with immense energy, making it capable of cutting through anything.

Only after all three devices were installed in the hilt would it become a qualified Power Sword. Without any one of them, it would fail to meet even the most basic requirements of a Power Sword and would merely be an ordinary monomolecular weapon.

This was why Power Swords were scarce in the Imperium during the 40k era. They could only be supplied to officers of certain Space Marine Chapters, while simpler chainsaw weapons were much more common.

After ten thousand years of changes, much technology had been lost in large quantities. Even a single power weapon required a highly skilled grease monkey to craft it by hand. These grease monkeys kept their techniques deeply hidden and basically never shared them with others, keeping everything for themselves. The more generous grease monkeys were called Tech-Sages.

Art Student also saw much advanced technology in the memories within his mind, such as controlled nuclear fusion, faster-than-light engines, spatial jump technology, laser lances, plasma shields, and more.

"Ah! All this advanced technology is laid out right in front of me, but there's nothing I can do with it for now. There's no rushing it. I'll understand it slowly."

Art Student looked at the advanced technological products in his mind, helpless "tears" spilling from the corners of his mouth. He could only keep comforting himself and tell himself not to rush for success.

Although Art Student could not yet make these advanced technological products, he could still easily create modern things.