To be honest, Su Mo was completely dumbfounded at that moment.
What was going on? A transmigrator detected!
Where had a transmigrator come from?
Wait, what did a transmigrator have to do with me?
Why was this dumbass system issuing a warning?
He had so many questions and felt so confused because he had only just woken up. Although his body was awake, his brain had not fully caught up yet.
A moment later, Su Mo, who was still lying in bed in a daze, suddenly sat bolt upright and cried out, "What the hell? A transmigrator!"
"What's going on? Why is there a transmigrator? Where did this transmigrator come from? Where are they?"
First came a startled cry, followed by a string of questions, showing just how shocked Su Mo was.
However, the rudimentary system Su Mo had built seemed like artificial idiocy. It did not answer his questions and simply kept reporting that a transmigrator had appeared.
Su Mo frowned slightly. Only now did he finally wake up completely and calm down.
A moment later, he appeared directly inside the Microcosm. Looking at the basketball-sized blue planet not far away, he could not help being stunned on the spot.
In just eight hundred years, this civilization, which had started from nothing, had actually reached the level of a Type I civilization, just like Earth, gaining the ability to withstand over ninety percent of the natural disasters on its home planet. How could Su Mo not be shocked?
Of the previous seven civilizations, never mind reaching the threshold of a Type I civilization in eight hundred years-some of the worse ones had not even reached Type 0.5.
Moreover, judging by how things looked now, they seemed to have already begun developing aerospace technology and exploring the threshold of a Type II civilization.
If they continued developing at this rate, they would not need a thousand years. In just five hundred, they could survive away from their home planet and become a true Type II civilization.
This was fucking absurdity knocking on absurdity's door-absurdity had come home!
He shook his head, throwing all those jumbled thoughts out of his mind. He had not forgotten why he had entered the Microcosm this time. The transmigrator was his top priority.
Everything else was insignificant. Never mind that this civilization was only Type I now-even if it truly became a Type II civilization, he could still destroy it in an instant if he wanted to.
Frowning, Su Mo carefully observed the planet, but after looking for a while, he found nothing unusual.
That made sense, though. In the brief time between his waking up and entering the Microcosm, more than half a month had already passed inside it.
Even if there really was a transmigrator, they would surely have hidden themselves by now, unless they were an idiot.
Su Mo waved a hand forward, and an image began to appear before him, like a giant movie screen. However, the images on the screen were rapidly playing backward.
Two seconds later, the images stopped rewinding, because he had already found the transmigrator.
To be honest, if this transmigrator had not appeared, Su Mo would have wanted to rewind time directly to when this civilization first emerged.
He wanted to see what was going on with this civilization that had allowed it to reach Type I in such a short time.
But it was merely curiosity. There were many ways for a civilization to rise rapidly.
They might have discovered alien technology, unearthed the ruins of the previous civilization, or experienced a technological explosion. All sorts of causes were possible.
But in Su Mo's Microcosm, only the latter two possibilities could be real, because only this one civilization currently existed within it.
So there was absolutely no possibility of aliens. They could only have found the ruins of the previous civilization, then experienced successive technological explosions on that foundation for something like this to happen.
Normally, something like this would have been enough to make Su Mo take a look, but with a transmigrator present, none of that mattered anymore.
Right now, he only wanted to know what was going on with this transmigrator!
Su Mo allowed countless possibilities for the evolution of civilizations, but transmigrators were not among them!
Having read plenty of webnovels, Su Mo knew that transmigrators normally came with golden fingers!
An ordinary golden finger would be fine. If he destroyed the world, the transmigrator would perish along with this civilization.
What he feared was this person having one of those insanely overpowered, immortal and indestructible systems. Would he even be able to keep his Microcosm then?
If that really were the case, even he, the creator god, could very well be killed by this guy.
So this was absolutely unacceptable, but for now, Su Mo still had to see what abilities this guy possessed.
If he was easy to deal with, Su Mo would simply destroy the world. If not, Su Mo planned to destroy this universe along with him. At worst, he would spend some time making another Microcosm.
Twenty days earlier in Microcosm time, in the afternoon.
The moment Liu Dajun arrived in this world full of cyberpunk style, he was stunned on the spot. Then he pinched his thigh, wondering whether he was dreaming.
But if I remember correctly, I was driving just now, wasn't I? Did I die?
However, the pain in his thigh told him that he was not dreaming.
But if this isn't a dream, what's going on? Has the underworld gone cyberpunk too?
A string of questions sprang into his mind. He lowered his head and glanced at his bright red hands. At first, he had thought it was blood from the crash and had not paid it any attention.
But a moment later, he realized that this was not blood. It was his skin!
After feeling all over his body, he finally confirmed one thing: he had transmigrated.
But before he could fully come to terms with having transmigrated, he was surrounded by a group of unknown monsters with three eyes on their heads and red-and-white skin.
After surrounding him, these people did not attack him. They merely hemmed him in, constantly saying things he could not understand.
At that moment, inside a research laboratory of the Ultra Empire, Ultra V, Zoffy, Original Ultraman, and the others all stared gravely at the images transmitted through the Eye of Ultra, their eyes fixed on the facial expressions of the person whose brain had been occupied.
Ultra V said, "Zoffy, what do you think?"
Zoffy said, "Judging by his behavior, expressions, and movements, I suspect he isn't the god we speculated about. Perhaps he's a life-form from another civilization. I even suspect that a short circuit in his brain is more likely than him being a god."
Original Ultraman said, "Yes. If this is the world-destroying god we've feared all along, then this god is far too laughable."
"He doesn't seem to understand our language. Have someone try and see whether we can connect to his biological brain now. Whoever he is, first try speaking with him and asking what's going on."
The message was quickly relayed. A moment later, Liu Dajun, who was still standing in place surrounded on all sides, felt a strange consciousness pour into his brain.
"Outsider, who are you, and why have you occupied the brain of a citizen of our Ultra Empire?"