Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

Same as last time.

The whole body of consciousness seems to have fallen into an infinite abyss, toward an infinite margin in a world where gravity is not felt.

Perhaps because the amount of information is too large, this time it has been “waiting to load” for a little while.

Just as the patience of the ark was almost exhausted, in that pitch-black abyss, a ray of grain-sized light finally appeared.

Waiting quietly for it to approach itself, waiting for the light point to zoom in.

Subsequently, a huge amount of gravity struck him from the light source and dragged him into it.

Shining light surfaced and the subconscious of the ark closed its eyes.

And when his eyes opened again, the endless darkness had faded out of his sight, replacing it with an empty and unfamiliar space.

The five senses returned and the feet touched the ground, but the feeling of gravity was rather thin.

After weighing around, the ship's first intuition suggests that this is probably the cabin of a ship, embedded outside a starboard window on the wall, just like a deep, dark sky.

In addition to standing here, there are twenty-five “people” dressed the same way as themselves, even at the same height.

In terms of temperament, their status should be military.

The streamlined exoskeleton armor exudes a seriousness, with an angular stick hanging from the chest, which should be something like a rifle.

Somehow, the Ark suddenly remembers the game he designed in virtual reality to test the performance of the system.

To think of it, he couldn't help but have a strange look on his face.

Did you get something wrong?

“Em...”

Called softly, without any response.

The ark frowned and the heart gradually raised a slight bad feeling.

Did the Virtual Reality Device not start successfully?

Or is the dream not synchronized?

Or... synchronization is synchronization, but because the neuromodulator he created was too simple, weaker in stimulation than the "system” above the human civilization's technical level, making it impossible for his poor devices to interfere with dreams.

To be honest, there's no way to cheat here.

Thinking about it, the deeper the ark's eyebrows get.

He had prepared for the project for a while, but didn't expect to start at a disadvantage.

“… can only take one step at a time. ”

As you can imagine, the ark began to look closely at the surrounding environment, especially the soldiers armed to the teeth.

Because of the shielding of the mask, the ark could not see the faces of these people, not even sure if they were “people," let alone what language they were using.

At this point, however, the noise in the ear communication channel dispelled his concerns.

The language that appeared in this “memory” was interpreted simultaneously and systematically into a common language that he could understand.

“Here we are. ”

It was almost the moment the voice fell, the ship captured by the gravitational field, and the hull shook slightly.

As if it had crossed a century of darkness, a glimmer of light had finally appeared outside the starboard window.

Immediately afterwards, the Ark saw one of the most spectacular and shocking scenes of its life.

It's not to far stars.

It's...

“Welcome to the heart of the Empire, which is the 'capital’ … perhaps the most prosperous place in this cluster. After all, until now, there is no evidence that aliens have visited us. ”

The phrase was spoken with a joke, and the atmosphere in the cabin was a little lighter.

It's just unfortunate that the Ark didn't get the laughing point.

Although the joke is not funny, the real reason is that he is now completely blinded by the world outside the starboard window.

It's a huge metal ring, and you can't see the end of it at a glance, and you can only see the star that's surrounded by it in the center. Countless spacecraft travel around it, witnessing him its prosperity.

The civilization that created this circle emptied all the planets in this galaxy and used these materials to create this circular world along the habitable zone and to thrive on it.

It's hard to imagine how powerful they are to do all this.

At least, in terms of technology, they have gone far beyond what human civilization can imagine.

“… incredible. ”

Seems to have heard him whisper slightly, or perhaps because he was the only one whose gaze was completely glued to the starboard window, and a slightly derisive smile appeared on the communication channel.

Unlike previous voices, this appears to be coming from private communication channels.

“Every new arrival in the ‘capital' produces a similar marvel. I've seen too many hillbillies from frontier planets, even knocking their chins on windows. Where are you from? An industrial planet? Or an agricultural planet? Don't tell me it's a mining station. ”

The ark opened its mouth and did not speak.

Because he had no idea how to answer this question, and had no idea that this memory clip was so “fireworks" and participatory, these NPCs were like living people, and he didn't come into the world as a bystander, but as a soldier and participated in the "plot"...

Seems to have lost interest in this “hillbilly" of Mune, the soldier standing beside him quickly gave up his gaze and ignored him.

At that point, the hatch in front of them suddenly opened, and a tall and bright soldier, also dressed in exoskeleton, stood in front of them.

At the same time, their “arrival” voice was mentioned earlier and sounded again on the communication channel.

“It's a pleasure to meet you, and to introduce myself, I'm your commander, Sains, from the C-12-27 section of the capital. ”

“Just a month ago, security received word that Professor Ryan of the c-12-01 Segment Institute was under unidentified threat. Terrorist organizations persecute, and their lives are currently in danger, allegedly because of a physics experiment about the secrets of the Empire. ”

“Leaving aside those irrelevant things, as soldiers, it is our duty and our duty to defend the order of the Empire. If anyone tries to play with fire in front of us, then we go extinguish it! Our task is to escort Professor Ryan from his hideout to the Imperial Council Chamber and to clean up possible attackers. ”

“Disclosable information has been uploaded to your mission briefs and from now on you will be under my command. ”

“Let's go! ”

With neat and consistent steps and a robust response, a group of people stepped out of the cabin in an orderly manner.

As he walked in the queue with the foot of an officer named Sains, the ship opened the mission briefing via the helmet's AR interface.

Very little information can be disclosed.

In short, a physicist named Ryan discovered an amazing secret in a physics experiment that could affect the future of the Empire for a hundred years - even longer than a hundred years.

The code name of this secret is labeled "The Oracle”. Just by looking at the name, you can't even guess what it is.

As for Professor Ryan, who was in possession of enough to influence the future of the Empire, he was naturally summoned by Parliament in the hope that he would go to the Imperial Chamber to elaborate his findings and debate his claims.

Although it is an empire, the system here is fairly enlightened.

It is only regrettable that this enlightenment is merely manifested in brightness and that there is still a tumultuous dark flow in the back. Some do not, for some reason, seem to want Professor Ryan to get there, or to want him to convey the "message” to the political centre of the Empire.

Professor Ryan?

Who is he?

What the hell is an Oracle?

And what was the physical experiment he was doing?

The name was silently noted in the heart, along with scattered clues, and the Ark shut down the mission brief thoughtfully.

Intuition tells him.

That physicist, Ryan, should be the key to that memory.

If he wants to gather the information that this memory wants to convey to him, he has to get in touch with this Professor Ryan to find out what that "message” really is.

Fortunately, the role he's playing now is to give this VIP bodyguard to each other.

If not unexpectedly, he should be able to see the professor, maybe talk to him, maybe exchange academic problems.

Of course, the latter, in fact, did not hold much hope, and the probability that the system would allow him to drill such an empty space was too low.

If this memory doesn't contain obscure, obscure theories of physics, even if he talks all night, he doesn't necessarily have the secret to transcending the speed of light from this Professor Ryan, or the knowledge of physics that only higher civilizations can master.

The ship docked at Starport.

Through a narrow corridor, soldiers boarded an elevator resembling a train.

Those around them cast awe at them and kept a certain distance from them.

Some of the ark's anxious loops finally revealed what the inhabitants - including himself - looked like.

In general, these residents still have a lot of similarities to humans, two arms, two legs, even five fingers, different only from the blue skin, and slightly narrower five officials.

I was curious about this amazing similarity, but the elevator under my feet had stopped just as the ark was preparing to study it carefully.

“We're at the station. ”

Simple orders prompted him to keep up with the team. To avoid unnecessary trouble, the Ark did not stop in the elevator and left with the team to arrive in an empty and magnificent building.

Not surprisingly, this should be the world of the Earth, or the world of the Ring.

The atmosphere is quite lively, with crowds travelling in and out of the hall, boarding the "elevator” to the station through the security entrance, or standing next to a narrow pipeline waiting for their luggage.

Through the glass window on the side of the corridor, the ark sees the world outside the building.

The labyrinthine complex complex stretches all the way to the end of the horizon, and the river's infinite vehicles rush into the air at speeds that give rise to fears of collisions.

Beyond that, what really interests the ark is the architecture here.

Perhaps it is the aesthetics that cater to this civilization's "highest efficiency”, where the architecture, apart from a small amount of decoration on the surface, is mostly square and correct in outline.

Instead of the brick-covered houses on the planet, they are more like "standardized modules” produced from factory pipelines, stacked in a specific pattern, like a piece of stacked building blocks, stacked one by one to their current height.

This sounds a little weird, but when you think about it, there doesn't seem to be much to be surprised about.

After all, the whole world is a huge artifact, and all the buildings situated in this circular world can be seen in the abstract as expanding spacecraft on the space station.

It would be incredible if it were still built that way.

After crossing the security corridor, the ark felt more intuitively how large the Empire's population was.

If the crowd next door hadn't taken the initiative, it would have taken a lot of time just to get out of this traffic building.

Through a panoramic screen hanging in the lobby, the ark was also informed of an unexpected message - that such an elevator, similar to the Barbeta, had 1-2 seats in each section of the entire ring world. Whereas the "ring” and the space station are commuted by elevator, the commuting between zoning and zoning, as well as between segments and segments, relies on a vacuum tube train located in the centre of the ring.

Although it is only some insignificant knowledge, it also gives the Ark a deeper understanding of the level of development of this civilization.

Here, everything seems to have been resolved perfectly.

No special effort is needed to get into this circle and live a life of Uwo.

This capital.

It's like a utopia...

Although interested in this form of civilization, unfortunately he now has a mandate and Commander Saynes has not given them any time for sightseeing.

After leaving the traffic building, they boarded a flying car parked at the entrance, merged into the river flow and quickly arrived at their destination after about half an hour of sailing.

Seven painted black vehicles bearing the emblem of the Imperial Army stopped in a quadripartite parking space in front of the building.

As he stepped out of the car with the soldiers next to him, the ark noticed a skinny, white coated, somewhat distracted man walking out of the open metal door with a small handbag.

“I'm being watched, I feel like I'm being followed! ”

Immediately after seeing Sergeant Saynes, the scholar ran to him and spoke of his panic at the moment with a panic.

The charming warrior listened quietly to what he had said and then soothed himself with a gentle voice.

“Rest assured, Professor Ryan, that you are now under the protection of the Imperial Army and we will escort you safely to the Imperial Council Chamber. ”

Perhaps because of the noble position of the army in the empire, this consolation seemed to play a part, and Professor Ryan's expression eased slightly, took a deep breath and quickly calmed himself down.

“… let's go, it's getting late. ”

“Okay," Sergeant Saynes nodded down, glancing at the car in the middle of the front of the queue, "please get in. ”

VIP was successfully recycled and the walker was on the road again.

The Ark was eager to be in a car with Professor Ryan, but unfortunately the car he was in was located behind the queue.

Although there is some urgency, there is no better way to do this than to wait patiently.

It would be even harder to reach Professor Ryan if he made some unnatural moves at this time, suspected of plotting against his will.

Seven vehicles slowly lifted up and returned to high-speed orbit.

Safe and boring ark boats can only watch the scenery out the window.

But at this point, the mutation suddenly occurred, and suddenly there was a fierce explosion behind it, and a dark red flame reflected on the mirror.

At almost the same time, the sound was heard from the communication channel when the heart of the ark suddenly tightened and the rifle hung from the unconscious grip on the chest.

“Vehicle No. 7 was attacked, causing damage of 95 per cent and fatalities in the vehicle. ”

“a Squad continues to advance and Squad b drops altitude in response to the ground. ”

“Copy that.”

It's like talking about a rare and normal thing, the sound coming from a communication channel, calming down to numbness in the scalp.

I don't know if it's this civilization's unique culture, or if they've unlocked the philosophy of supernatural life and death, they haven't shown any anger at the deaths of their comrades, not even the slightest ups and downs.

Yet it is this imminent calm that gives them the strength to fight.

Almost the first time they were attacked, all units reacted quickly, like gears on a spring.

The blue ballistic ballistics danced all over the sky, forming a fire grid in the air and tearing it up towards the fragile chassis engine of the rear vehicle.

Forced by the deterrence of fire suppression, the vehicles pursued in the rear were forced to descend in height along with the vehicles in which the ship was moving, forcing them to land on empty metal floors.

“Prepare to strike! ”

Led by the officer, trained soldiers quickly rushed out of the vehicle, using the vehicle beside them as a cover, erected rifles in their hands and began to fire back at the attackers.

Though not eager to fight, the ark is hard on its scalp in order not to be seen to be broken.

Learning the actions of others to turn on the insurance, desperately recalling the trickle cat skills taught by Dr. Yan at the training base, he pulled the trigger out of the bunker in the safest shooting position to provide suppressive fire to the teammates around him.

As for who can't fight, it doesn't matter.

It would be fine if he had a fixed target. In such a complex battlefield environment, he had no combat experience, and there was absolutely no quasi-point method of shooting.

The blue ballistics filled almost the entire area of engagement, leaving crater holes on the ground and surrounding walls, but surprisingly, the vehicles that served as bunkers remained intact.

Just as if some special force field covered the surface of the car's housing, dissolving the rays of horrific energy.

The muzzle sounded overheated.

A magazine quickly emptied the canoe and learned the movements of the other soldiers to exchange ammunition.

But at this point, he suddenly glanced at the empty battery that was dragging hot white smoke from the chamber of the gun.

Pupils contracted slightly, a sense of vision that looked familiar, and suddenly climbed onto the mind of the ark.

This battery...

Have you seen him anywhere?