Big Data Cultivation

Gobaf’s temper hasn’t worsened; rather, he believes this is how the foolish Human Race communicates.

Previously, he had to keep things hidden, but as the Divine race gradually erodes Xingzheng Star, he feels there’s no need to hold back anymore. If he needs to vent, he will - anyway, no matter how dissatisfied anyone is, they will soon be under our Divine race rule.

In order to make himself more aligned with the Divine race’s characteristics, not long ago, he even chopped off a dead girl’s thigh, secretly roasted and ate it. The taste wasn’t bad; the only regret was it might have been marinated for too short a time.

However, there was no helping it. As an active-duty soldier, his time outside is severely limited.

Today, he plans to worship the god for an hour and then search for more suitably marinated ingredients - even if he doesn’t eat them, what if the Divine race comrades need it in the future?

The place where he worships the Insect God is very simple, sometimes at a corner under a tree, or even in the dead angle outside the public restroom, as long as it’s not visible from cameras.

Worshiping the Insect God doesn’t necessarily require an idol - theoretically, it should, but he’s not an authentic Divine race. He was summoned by divine grace and naturalized, considering their identity is inconvenient. The Divine race allows them freedom of action.

Of course, this is an enormous gift!

The Insect God he worships is just a photograph, one inch in size, which can be placed anywhere conveniently.

Photographic things are very old. Nowadays, it’s all about electronic versions; who still uses photographs?

However, some people may materialize electronic versions into objects and 3D reality scenes, usually to record special moments—like getting married, having children, or, say... framing with someone important!

Anyway, for worshipping the Insect God Cult, the tools he uses are very small, and incense isn’t always necessary—using incense is best, of course, but the Insect God understands the difficulties of these attempting-to-naturalize races and allows them freedom of action.

However, as soon as he pulled out the image of the Insect God and placed it in the bushes, he heard a light laugh from behind, "So this is how Incense Fire Ascension is done?"

And then he forever lost consciousness. If he could protest, he certainly would—such ambush can’t be tolerated.

In truth, deep down, what he really wanted to know was: shouldn’t Incense Fire Ascension be done just like this?

Unfortunately, he will never know the answer.

After Feng Jun knocked him out, he began to adjust his appearance and irises, aiming to disguise perfectly.

He spent about twenty minutes on this, and when he finished mimicking, the Big Boss asked again, "Can I conduct Soul Search now? After all, it’s just waste utilization."

Feng Jun raised an eyebrow in surprise, "I’ve never seen you so eager before, Senior."

"Just curious," the Big Boss replied matter-of-factly, "I’m quite interested in knowing what effect that chip can have."

"Actually, I’m curious about this too," Feng Jun nodded, "Let’s trouble you, Senior."

About two minutes later, Gobaf’s body trembled slightly.

Immediately, the Big Boss expressed frustration, "Alas, he was too weak; with just one wave, he turned into an idiot, but... there’s some harvest."

Feng Jun asked in surprise, "What... harvest did you get, Senior?"

"For example, he’s eaten human flesh," the Big Boss casually replied, "And there’s his contemplation on Incense Fire Ascension. Are you sure you want to ask now?"

"Let’s discuss it later," Feng Jun donned a custom-made military uniform from Yiwu, "Since he’s eaten human flesh, his death is deserved."

He put Gobaf into the Spirit Beast Bag and quickly walked toward the distant checkpoint.

There were no issues leaving his own camp, but when entering the military department, he was investigated by three checkpoints.

The first checkpoint didn’t concern him much; he just needed to present the electronic plaque and pass. The second checkpoint asked what he was doing in the military department and where the temporary pass came from.

Feng Jun calmly stated that his pass was from a certain captain, who also told him there are devices needing repair inside.

This pass should indicate that the owner is deceased - even if it can’t be discarded immediately, marking it as deceased is normal.

However, this captain’s grandfather has a special status, being number nine in the military. A casual inspection of the pass number would disclose his grandson’s status, so the mark can’t be there.

The second checkpoint took this reasoning and let him through without further verification - which would be impossible to confirm.

The third checkpoint is the core area. Facing this unfamiliar face, they questioned him for a long time and even checked Gobaf’s current status, ultimately asking - why aren’t you carrying repair tools?

Feng Jun calmly responded that according to regulations, he couldn’t arbitrarily bring tools, and... perhaps the other party has tools.

These rules are all for the security of the military department, and he might just be assessing the problem, not necessarily the one to solve it.

Upon hearing this, the checkpoint raised another question, "Why would they send you to repair things; you’re just a private. Are you very skilled?"

"I also don’t know why they sent me," Feng Jun shrugged his hands, "My equipment repair skills are average, but I have my strengths."

The sentry raised his eyebrows, "Strengths... What strengths?"

"I’m sorry, Junior Lieutenant," Feng Jun saluted and answered in a deep voice, "We have our confidentiality probability!"

Don’t be fooled by the fact that he’s just a private, even an engineering soldier, each unit has its confidentiality probability. Even if the person is a lieutenant guarding the core zone, they can’t forcefully inquire.

"Probability..." The sentry raised his eyebrows again, then shook his head, "Go on in then, and be careful!"

After entering the core zone, the Big Boss couldn’t help but comment, "Today, there’s not even a mobile sentinel, seems they really care about you."

"Just as well," Feng Jun responded indifferently, "I also want to see what traps are there."

While speaking, he unhesitatingly headed towards Salina’s Office.

Meanwhile, the junior lieutenant at the third sentry muttered, "This little private, he really has guts, there are arrangements today, hope he doesn’t run into them."

He received orders, knowing there’s action in the core zone these days, but he doesn’t know the specifics of the operation, only knows "easy to enter, strict to exit," no one can leave freely, otherwise he wouldn’t let the soldier enter so easily.

Another sergeant pondered for a moment, then spoke in a serious tone, "I suggest you verify the pass... We’re not involved in the arrangements, but what if there’s a gain?"

The junior lieutenant’s eyes brightened at the suggestion, nodding thoughtfully, "Yes, I have an alumni... Don’t go spreading this."

Feng Jun swaggered to a two-story building and went straight in; the guard was dozing off on his chair and didn’t bother with him, showing that these people were indeed determined.

Feng Jun arrived at the first basement level, approaching Salina’s room, glanced around, then slowly turned to leave.

The watchers saw him and were a bit indecisive, "Was he discovered... should we act?"

"Wait," someone finally kept their cool, "Let’s see what he’s up to, remember, try to capture him alive."

Feng Jun walked back to the first floor; under the surveillance camera, he openly approached the snoozing guard, "Sergeant, please wake up, I have a question for you."

To avoid drawing unexpected attention, the pretending-to-sleep guard had to open his eyes, glanced at Feng Jun, then impatiently asked, "Private, who allowed you in here?"

"I’m here to find Officer Salina, we arranged it," Feng Jun said solemnly with nonsense, "But I just found out her room is empty. Do you know where she’s gone?"

"Major Salina?" The guard was stunned, he thought the person was just an indiscreet private, didn’t expect him to actually be looking for Salina. Did I encounter the real deal?

He was puzzled but managed his emotions well, "Sorry, I haven’t seen her."

Then he generously pressed the call button on his hand, "I’ll ask for you, has anyone seen Major Salina?"

"Try to stall for time," someone whispered in his earpiece, "Don’t alarm him, support is on the way."

The guard nodded while holding the earpiece, then looked at Feng Jun, "No one has seen the Major, can’t you just call her directly?"

"Never mind then," Feng Jun shook his head, turned, and walked out of the building, "I’ll come back later!"

"Private, halt!" The guard shouted while drawing out his laser pistol, "I need to see your electronic dog tag!"

Now he’s really clueless, wondering if Feng Jun is the real deal, but undoubtedly, he can’t let him go, and the military intelligence’s setup mainly relies on the mechanisms in Salina’s Office.

To prevent the suspect from becoming suspicious, there were no people ambushed beside the building.

And now these people arrived, it surely takes time.

The guard drew his gun quickly, but Feng Jun’s reaction was even faster; he dashed out of the building with lightning speed.

The guard blew his whistle without hesitation, "Squeal~ Squeal~~ Squeal~~~ Intruder, intruder..."

Immediately, the loudspeakers at the gate echoed, "Alert, alert... Someone holding a deceased officer’s pass has entered the command center, everyone be on guard."

This comrade confirmed through alumni that the pass holder has sacrificed, especially being the grandson of Command Center No. 9—military comrades can easily inquire into such things if they wish.

He was hesitating whether to intervene in this matter where he had no authority, but upon hearing the whistle, he naturally shouted along—after all, I didn’t alert the other side.

With the two alerts sounding, even outside the core zone responded, countless bright lights lit up, illuminating the night sky, countless footsteps echoed, combat commands were shouted incessantly.

Truly the elite of the Human Federation.