"But I don't recomnd you go to Egypt at this ti." Pei Zongjun's holographic projection sighed, "Consider this a personal request, I hope you can stay in Xiazhou for the foreseeable future."
"Why?" Sun Hang asked, puzzled.
"You should know what's happening in Lake Baikal City, right?"
"The death aurora?"
"That's right... The Sphinx prophecy ntioned that the Xiazhou Federation will undergo great changes in the near future." Pei Zongjun's holographic projection walked over to his own coffin, gazing down at his corpse through the transparent lid, "I saw soone walking slowly on a tightrope high in the air... one misstep, and below is an abyss."
"Is this sothing you also saw in the prophecy?" Sun Hang asked.
Pei Zongjun's holographic projection silently nodded.
"Then what does the appearance of yellow sand in the prophecy an?" Sun Hang asked again.
"It ans that I... can't stop you." The main brain's simulated holographic projection was extrely lifelike, and Sun Hang could even see a trace of deep helplessness and sadness in 'Pei Zongjun's' eyes.
"How can I be sure that your real intention is not to get to help you find the remaining half of the Sphinx's brain?" Sun Hang walked to the other side of the transparent coffin, squatted down, and carefully examined the preserved body inside, "After all, this is not the first ti you've 'sched' against ."
The body had undergone a very special preservation treatnt, showing no signs of decay; there were no corpse spots either, making it look as if the person inside was still alive, just asleep.
"You can read my mind, I won't hold anything back from you," the main brain said, "In fact, you can even devour ."
Truth be told, after learning about the abilities of the half Sphinx brain, Sun Hang was indeed tempted by it. But then he thought about how even this thing couldn't beat the Tri-ape, and his initial interest quickly dwindled.
"But I have one request, if you do devour , you must take on my responsibilities," the main brain said, "You must lead human civilization to continue walking on this tightrope."
"Not interested," Sun Hang refused without a second thought.
"You're not interested in power?" Pei Zongjun's projection stared at Sun Hang.
"No," Sun Hang decisively shook his head, "Power has very little attraction for ."
"Then what is it that you want most?" the main brain asked again.
"I want to figure out my past," Sun Hang pointed a finger at his forehead, "and retrieve those mories I once had."
"I once saw a scene in the Sphinx prophecy, but I don't know if I should give it to you."
"What do you an?"
"That scene is related to you, and very closely related," the main brain said, "but if I give it to you, it might very well bring about backlash... just like twenty-six years ago."
"What are the consequences of the backlash?"
"The main brain would be completely destroyed, Dubhe Tower would shut down entirely, and the entire Chunming City would be affected... Only the main brain's computing power can coordinate such a large city. Once the main brain crashes, countless incidents will occur in every corner of the city," the main brain said.
"You're not lying to ?" Sun Hang was a bit skeptical, "If it would really cause backlash, then when you saw that scene, you should have already been affected by it. What does it have to do with whether you show it to or not?"
"You have the ability to read my mind, there's no need for to lie to you," Pei Zongjun's projection ca to Sun Hang's side, "When I told you about this, I knew I couldn't stop you... you can see it, but there's one condition."
"What condition?"
"You devoured Lucas, so now the life force in your body is almost inexhaustible... I hope that while I show you this prophecy, you can continually inject life force into the main brain to ensure it won't die from the backlash."
"Can life force injection counteract that backlash effect?"
"The last backlash caused the cells of the main brain's biological structure to start dying rapidly under an unknown force. As long as the cell proliferation rate can exceed the rate of cell death, the harm caused by the backlash can be minimized," the main brain said.
"Then what are we waiting for?" Sun Hang quickly walked to the glass tank, placing his right palm on its wall, "What is the content of that prophecy?"
"Just read my mind directly," the main brain said.
In the next second, Sun Hang's consciousness plunged into a dreamlike world.
It was a shabby, dark, and damp attic, with a faint scent of rotting wood lingering in the air.
The only source of light in the attic was a handheld ergency lamp, but its power was almost drained, and its glow was very weak, not even brighter than the sunlight seeping through a small window covered tightly with newspaper.
On the attic floor were several plastic bags stuffed with empty instant noodle bowls. A worn-out Simmons mattress lay on the floor, with an old electric fan slowly oscillating beside it, letting out a teeth-gritting squeak from its rusted bearings with each half-turn.
Sun Hang found himself in the first-person perspective of soone, who was now squatting next to the mattress, devouring a bowl of instant noodles that hadn't fully softened.
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