Scholar’s Advanced Technological System - Chapter 1319
Aware of this Lu Zhou, this idea scares a sweat in the instant.
How could that be?
The entire old universe has disappeared outside of time, and it is not certain whether humankind exists in that strange world, and he is more than a dust in that memory that’s all.
How could he feel that he belongs to the new universe itself?
Wait a minute.
At this point, Lu Zhou suddenly remembered that this old man in front of him is probably the prophet of Pak civilization – no, he must be the prophet.
In this instant, all the clues are all tied together.
Although it was only a rare possibility, it was only one that could be explained, which was in the old universe, and he realized that those eyes outside the time axis, whether “the spirit of the universe” or so-called “spiritual ceremony”, would be read by a person who had nothing to do with it at some point in the future.
This sense of being stared until Nova waged his hands off and stood there, and it was not dispersed even when the light came to the sky.
Follow the chosen man before him, the old prophet was silent for a long time until Lu Zhou felt that his feet had begun to leave the ground.
“Maybe I was wrong.”
“You are the chosen man.”
Heard old man’s words, that Nova slipped down and wrinkled.
“What are you talking about?”
As if it were old for a moment, the Prophet’s face slipped out of sorrow.
But what he didn’t say at all, he just looked forward to that incredibly confused face of getting out of the ground and waved the thin claws.
“Forget what I said.”
“Since it is the decision of the spirit of the universe, I believe that all this is the best arrangement.”
Looking forward to that old man with the blue grass, Lu Zhou with the Nova angle, breathed without autonomy.
If his reasoning is not wrong…
The last sentence of the Prophet was unique and should not be said to Nova.
It means to stand here and listen to it from the viewer’s perspective.
The eyes were openly opened, just like waking up from nightmares, Lu Zhou pulled up the bed board.
When the man he joined, who was called Nova, went to spaceship at the Star Center through the anti-gravity light, the entire memories were dispersed in a torn shadow like a fragmented soap bubble.
A drop of sweatwater has been made, Lu Zhou of the helmet has been lightly breathed, and his arm will slip into the sweat of his cheek.
Along with concern, Xiao A.I. controls a glass of water on the arm to Lu Zhou, and controls drone wu wu wu flying to his face, and sends him a cool cold wind with a tornado.
Master, are you all right? QAQ
“It’s all right.” Lu Zhou took a drink from the glass, looking at the color of concern on the LED screen, revealing a comfortable smile, “which is more moderate this time than the previous two sets of memories.”
Apart from the information on the history of the Pak civilization and on the first half of his life, Nuva, the “chosen man of God”, because of the direct inculcation of his brain, has created a certain load of his brain, and the rest of his memory has come to him in a fairly moderate atmosphere.
At least, the Void Memory A, which contains the mystery of a fog water, and Void Memory B, which gives the impulse of hair hair and marijuana, is a simple model.
For Lu Zhou, this was the first time that he had completed 100 per cent synchronization of Void’s memory without the need for a virtual realistic system of reading.
At the same time, however, it was the first time for him to experience so strange things in the memory of the old universe…
Xiao A.I.: [Master, do you need a copy to be landed in the “Blue Empire” game?
Think about this for a while, Lu Zhou light shook the head.
“… this time it will not be useful, and there will be no high calibration that needs help from the players, and it will be good to put the data directly in the database.”
Xiao A.I.: [Roger?
For Xiao A.I., which is in charge of quantum computers, the archiving of large data is only an instant exercise.
After losing it in the basement laboratory, Lu Zhou went back to the ground with an elevator and went to Caleen at the Higher Institute to settle a dinner.
On the road, those who saw him were respectfully greeting him.
However, for reasons of mind, Lu Zhou seemed somewhat distracted in his response so that he could find himself wrong even when canteen sat down.
After a hasty resolution of dinner, Lu Zhou returned home with a stomach suspicion and locked himself in the bookstore.
Take off the notebook that was stuck on the corner of the bookshop, Lu Zhou put it on the desk, and in the last page of the blank, he wrote his own message in Void Memory C.
“Parker civilization, labelling: only, authoritative/authoritarian.”
“… the warriors who prevailed in hundreds of struggles became gods, travelling to the centre of the stars at the direction of the Prophet, in search of ways to save civilization.”
“The natural disaster is another natural disaster. What is the so-called natural disaster? Is the same thing about the crisis that Parker and Blue Civilizations are experiencing? And the one who predicts the future, ceremony, how did that happen?”
Some painfully grabbed the hair, Lu Zhou locked his eyebrows and fell into deep thought.
The degree of civilization of these Parks is clearly far less developed and strong than blue civilization… At least from the old man mouth of that age, Lu Zhou don’t at all heard that they had done such an ambitious miracle as the world, let alone heard of the odd drop or similar description of the jump.
And what is called a natural disaster, just through a “spiritual ceremony” similar to a pocket.
Because of the perceived threat, they decided to send a spaceship, from the people selected by the universe, to the centre of the galaxy to find solutions to the crisis.
The whole plan is filled with the colours of ambition.
Prophet neither told the chosen man what to do in the center of the galaxy, nor told him what the so-called “natural disaster” was, but was convinced that doing so would lead to a reversal of a crisis that was destined to happen.
Such blind beliefs make the so-called journey to save civilization look like a pilgrimage.
“What exactly does the center of the galaxy hide?”
“And the spirit of the universe and the prediction of the future ceremony… is it really possible to do that?”
particular, Lu Zhou was disturbed by the prophet of that year, the last eyes at the end of the memory, and by the fact that that sentence was not like a confession to Nova.
Are you the one who chose God?
Lu Zhou was hesitant to look at the notebook, which had been written, and at the point where it was almost filled, and finally retained those lapses on paper.
“It seems that even LV10 physics can’t answer this question very well…”
“If you can talk to that man, it’s good.”
The man who called himself an observer.
it were him, you’d know something.
Although this intuition is not all the rationale, and that guy is not so good, it’s very reassuring that it’s full of intelligent eyes.
lightly lightly sighed, Lu Zhou will write this page in writing and stand up from the desk.
“Come here for a while, and I’m afraid not Physics, but mysterious and philosophical.”
Maybe you should find a chance to study Milo professor’s notes again?
Although Lu Zhou does not think that he knows more about the spirit of the universe than himself, the creator of the universe has theoretical ideas, and perhaps he has found something worth noting but neglected by himself.
At this point, Lu Zhou suddenly remembered that he seemed to have promised Senior Brother Luo to go to IMCRC today in preparation for the centuries of physics congresses.
As a result, today, all day after day, it was bubbled by the Institute of Higher Studies.
Look out of the window, the sky is completely dark.
It’s time to go up and find a place to stay.
Forget it. It’s too late now.
Let’s wait till tomorrow.
Think of it here, Lu Zhou stretched his hand off the lamp on the desk, and hit Ha owes to stand up from the chair, and went downstairs to rest.