Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

“Sneeze! ”

The underground lab of the Jinling Institute of Higher Studies, sitting on a bed plate next to a computer, suddenly sneezed without warning.

Seems to have been frightened by this sneeze, and the drone with the little TV hanging from the side whimpered over.

[Master, do you have a cold? Do you need Em to check your health? QAQ]

“No, I'm fine,” rubbed some reddish nose, the ark whispered to himself, "Guess who missed it again... let's go on. ”

[Okay. Q ('ω ")]

Though still somewhat worried, the orders of the ark were absolute, and the drone floating beside it flew back, replacing it with a robot connected to the wall and handing over a pitch-black virtual reality helmet to the ark.

Reaching over this streamlined helmet, the ark carefully put it on and then lay back on a soft mattress.

Now technology was getting more and more advanced, and he remembered that the VR helmets and motorcycle helmets from all the major manufacturers were clumsy just when the phantom system went live.

Now, Warwick, Rice and other companies have launched ultra-thin high-end products of their own design. They don't even feel uncomfortable lying on their pillows after wearing them, or even feel a metal shell over their heads.

Setting the start time of the neural access device, the ark with its eyes closed silently missed the “system” in its heart, and soon entered a pure white space...

……

Memory starts smoothly.

When the ark opened its eyes again, it was already a meadow.

Yet it is quite different from the grasslands on Earth.

The grass here is blue, like the ocean that looks out over the sky, shaking the waves of the wind passing by. There is a clear contrast to the blue of the horizon, but the sky is like a burning flame, emitting a breathtaking energy.

Meanwhile, on that distant side of the skyline, a flame-red gaseous planet countless times larger than a distant star occupies a third of the sky.

As if waiting for something, the man standing on this prairie did not move, but looked quietly at everything in sight, as if to deeply engrave the beauty of before dusk in his mind...

The limbs could not move, but the five officers were normal. They were attached to the ship as if it were a demonization, and it took only half a second to figure out what was going on.

This planet at its feet is supposed to be a satellite of a gaseous planet.

From that unwrinkled terrain, the geological activity of the current generation should be infrequent - or stable throughout the planet. Moreover, the ecosystem on this planet should be much simpler than the Earth, and no artificially developed traces can be seen.

At this point, the grassland wind suddenly became noisy.

Feeling the strong wind blowing across the street, the Ark couldn't help but close its eyes.

And almost at the same time, at the moment when he closed his eyes, a memory that didn't belong to him poured into his mind like a flood of irrigation.

The ripped image flashed over and stood in the ancient Roman ring arena, where he defeated a terrible opponent with an iron blade in his hand.

Blood splashes and the image continues to flash.

A man who looked like a referee stood before him, lifting his hands in the audience's cheers and announcing his victory.

Immediately afterwards, the scene turned again, not in the arena, but in a spacious hall.

A man dressed like a god servant put a stone with a green glow on his forehead, uttering a language that even the observer civilization could not translate, and then placed the stone in his spreading hand.

From that piecemeal fragment, the ark probably figured out what “something” the owner of this memory was, and some “story context” that preceded it.

To begin with, this memory does not belong to the Coke civilization, but to a group of pronunciators like Parker.

They are covered in plush, generally between one metre and five metres tall, with flexible claws and strong feet, as well as upright beast ears, like a large cat walking upright - without a tail.

It took them quite a while to move from the Iron Age to the Industrial Age due to the lack of metallic minerals in the home planet. And for a long time, they even achieved civilizational unity in the Iron Age.

Entering the industrial age with a single civilization is a disadvantage to them, even if it is an advantage.

The advantage lies in the fact that civil strife has largely ended in the Cold Arms Age and the long feudal era has injected the idea of great unity and authoritarian thinking into civilization, even though there have been several regime changes and ups and downs during that period, and the resulting turmoil has been steadily excessive in small scale local conflicts.

It can be said that the industrial machinery of the Park civilization has never truly entered the military realm.

Although their civilization contains the gene of the glorification of force, it is “transcribed” in a way that is completely different from that of human civilization.

For example, they prefer to solve problems through primitive cold-weapons duels to negotiations.

Instead of using ethics as a guideline for binding behavior, they tend to label honor.

For example, a brief average life expectancy gives them a glimpse of life and death, believing in regeneration and the afterlife… even if their science never really proves these two things.

At the same time, when reading those memory fragments, the Ark noted the existence of vast clergy and aristocracy in the Park civilization.

And as spiritual leaders of the clergy, a profession called the Prophet, plays an even more important role than the King in the whole change of civilization.

Centrism and authoritarianism, the level of science and technology is probably the mid-star age, development thinking and the powerful and authoritarian Coffee Empire are two distinct things.

Supported by high cultural identity and the idea of greater unity, they did not seem to expand punishment, as did colonies and home planets, even before they had mastered the means of communication at superlight speeds.

And as opposed to home-building, biologically habitual people tend to live alone, migrate towards distant and empty livable planets, and do everything possible to occupy more land - even in unexploited wastelands.

Just as the Cocaine loves to breathe the world's metallic air, these cats are as isolated as Parkers, who can spend all day in empty prairies.

This grassland planet at his feet, for example, is one of the hundreds of colonial planets of the Park civilization.

As for the body that the Ark is now replacing, it is a warrior with a pronunciation god who, just a few days ago, defeated his opponent in a duel against the name of God and became a glorious Chosen One.

As mentioned earlier, in the historical process of the Park civilization, the Prophet plays an important role, and the Chosen One is the right and left hand of the Prophet.

Through a special ceremony called the "Spiritual Ritual”, the Prophet “predicts the future”, tells “the best arrangements” to the "chosen man of God” as the sole knower, and instructs him to carry out his mission.

In fact, reading this memory, the Ark quite doubts the seriousness of this ritual and whether something like this can really be predicted through this unreliable method in the future.

However, Park civilization seems convinced of this.

Even if only a few times in their history, the Chosen One has done “the right thing” for the good of the world, having listened to the prophet's teachings.

From this perspective, these plush guys seem to be less aware of the lessons of history than humans.

However, at the technological level, these furry guys seem to be much more advanced than human civilization, and the ark doesn't have much to spit on. Their position is that...

At this point, the sound of footsteps came from behind.

Parker, who opened his eyes, turned around and looked back, and saw a soft beam falling from the clouds, a figure slowly falling along the light on the blue plains.

Gravitational rays?

Anti-Gravity?

Or… some kind of technology he doesn't know.

Whatever magical technique these Parkers are using to get back and forth from high orbit to planetary surface, the ark followed Nova's gaze and measured the dry, aging Parker from the beam of light, trying to find clues about this guy from scattered memory fragments.

Strange things happen, however.

In the Ark - or Nouad's memory - his name did not appear despite a rather lengthy memory of the old man.

Just as the ark was surprised by this strange situation, the old “cat man" suddenly spoke.

“Congratulations, a warrior named Nova. ”

He lowered his head humbly, Noah said.

“Thanks.”

“You don't have to thank me. Everything is the will of the Spirit of the Universe. ”

The old man smiled and looked carefully at the face of the young man in front of him and said softly, "Under its guidance, the bravest of our civilization came before me. To be honest, a long time ago, I was shaken by spiritual rituals and divine messages, and now I am absolutely convinced that all this is the best arrangement. ”

Nouad did not speak, but merely remained humble, waiting for the old man before him to speak of that prophecy belonging to the Chosen One.

This is almost a practice.

This time, however, the old man did not seem to intend to say much, and after a long time of elaborating on him, only a very vague description was used to summarize the whole prophecy, followed by a "best arrangement” belonging to the Divine Chosen One.

“Natural disasters are approaching, no one is spared, from the edge to the flames of the Holy Land… Your task is to go to the heart of this galaxy and find a way out of our civilization. ”

Surprised by that astonishing prophecy, Nouad briefly stunned for two seconds and immediately asked in haste.

“How do I find it--”

“Shh.”

Dry claws pressed against Noah's lips, the old man interrupted Noah's question, looked at him with a deep eye, and continued, "When you get there, you will naturally know what to do… it is only your task. ”

Perhaps it was listening to the elderly, or obedience resulting from piety, that Nouad nodded silently and did not speak again.

The young man in front of him listened to himself, and a praiseworthy smile appeared on the old man's face.

“The ship and luggage are ready. ”

“May you find that faint hope in the middle of this galaxy. ”

Speaking of which, the old man suddenly stopped talking.

After a brief period of silence, he changed his soothing tone and continued.

“… 10,000 steps back, even if you don't find it, you don't have to blame yourself for it. ”

“Your genes, your blood, your bones, your culture, your language, everything is proof of our existence. You carry all of us, and even if the great Holy Land eventually falls in this catastrophe sweeping the universe, we will not have spent our lives in the long haul. ”

“Holy crash? Impossible! That natural disaster... did you see something? No... I shouldn't have asked that question. ”

Mumbling to himself, Noah suddenly raised his head and placed his right fist gently on his left chest, looking firmly at the old man in front of him, promising, "I will definitely reach the center of this galaxy! Find a solution to the crisis! ”

Upon hearing this vow, the old man simply smiled softly.

“Don't be so confident, it's hundreds of thousands of light years of travel, not just threats from the universe itself, but you may encounter many travelers who are equally inspired by the universe. There are many of them who are far stronger than us, and not all travellers are philanthropic, and it is not easy to live. ”

“But I believe you. ”

The cloudy pupil was filled with mercy.

Just as he was looking at his child, the old man was meticulously detailing him, just as he wanted to remember the last side forever.

The same is true of Nouad, who looked at each other and let the wind blow gently on the meadow, playing this other prelude.

I don't know how many years it will take to get to the finish line.

And even if we get to the finish line, there's no chance we'll ever get back here again.

While silently accepting the farewell impulse, the ark was not brought into the plot.

So at this moment, his attention has been completely taken away by that prophecy about natural disasters.

However, just as the Ark was meditating on clues about the natural disaster, suddenly he found the turbid pupil, somehow sharp.

That sharpness is not easy to detect, but its existence is so obvious and full of irreconcilability.

Just like a sharp blade, straight into the bone marrow.

Some can't touch the head of the drama.

Just as the Ark pondered why the old man suddenly looked at the "Chosen One” with sharp eyes, a strange feeling suddenly climbed onto his scalp.

It is difficult to describe exactly what this feeling is and where it comes from.

Again, he glanced at the old man, and just as the ark tried to read some clues from his eyes, a terrible thought suddenly flashed through his head, causing him to react violently.

The old man...

Looking at “myself”!