CHAPTER 33: CHAPTER 31 BRIGHT RELIGIOUS ORDER COUNTRY: WHERE DID OUR MINDS GO?

A day later, in the greatest World Tree symbolizing civilization, a huge Empire research center had already been hollowed out.

The sages are having a dispute.

"Impossible!"

"I disagree with doing this, I don’t think creating a brain of this shape can extend life!"

"I even more disagree with you doing human experiments! The brain blueprint we designed is the orthodox one!"

...

Simply put, these single cells evolved to this stage, and at this moment finally began to realize a very serious problem: It turns out they don’t have a brain at all!

Therefore, they wanted to build a home for their soul.

Otherwise, if this situation continues to develop, their consciousness attached to this cell, like a wandering ghost, will gradually dissipate.

But what shape the brain should evolve into, they began to explode in debates.

"The brain structure of the Holy Dragon is correct! That is God’s revelation to us! Integrated consciousness brain is the inevitability of our evolution!"

"What? Are you crazy? Do you know what this means?

Not to mention whether it’s successful, even if it can be done, are you connecting the brains of our tens of thousands of clansmen together?

Collective consciousness, will we still be ourselves?

If we can be the dominant consciousness within, devouring the consciousness of others to form neurons, won’t it mean that for us to survive, one person has to devour tens of thousands of clansmen?"

"Yes, this is a crazy idea and should be forbidden!"

"I think the normal path is to evolve a brain that can normally accommodate biological consciousness, with a normal soul container, which is the righteous solution!"

"No! Our integrated consciousness brain is the revelation of God, the Holy Dragon is the evidence! God deliberately sent down the Holy Dragon to let us imitate its structure!"

"No! Our normal consciousness brain is the revelation of God, the Sand Giant Beasts larger than the Mite Giant Beasts are the evidence! God deliberately sent down those armored giant beasts in the sand to let the mortals on earth imitate their brains!"

"Our side is the evidence of divine revelation!"

"We are the true revelation of God to the mortals on earth!"

Both sides were furious.

Each side believes that they have the true guidance from God and should study their own type of brain!

So they even went to see the Emperor.

The Emperor didn’t know what to do either and went to see the Pope.

The Pope was also baffled, even now suddenly realizing: "Are we originally brainless? Are we mortal?"

Asking him to scheme and preach, play politics, and care for his subjects is easy, but he was bewildered by these things, so he went to find the Holy Dragon.

The Holy Dragon, however, was like a pig, with a cute and docile personality, but didn’t like to think, eating and sleeping, sleeping and eating, also confused, he wanted to contact the God of Light, but found he had no means of active contact.

The whole meeting broke up in discord.

The entire sages were no longer united, differences appeared due to philosophies, and groups began forming, each studying their own brain structure.

Soon.

A sage secretly formed several small groups and began conducting sinister life experiments in secret.

They secretly captured a civilian, altered his structure, added a large number of sensory nerves, making his body extremely sensitive and juicy, and began to constantly torment this civilian’s spirit.

Fifteen hours later.

This civilian died in agony, his soul died, brain dead.

These engineers saw firsthand: the birth of a meat sludge demon monster.

This eternal single-cell corpse in the pilot’s seat, after losing its soul, began to crawl unconsciously and devoured his exoskeleton mecha—Fish, self-reproducing disorderly, this cancer cell spread throughout the body, devouring normal cells.

This Fish turned into a disgusting meat sludge demon monster Fish Person with a Clive Barker style, constantly writhing.

"Demon! Demon!"

This batch of engineers was so frightened that they kept retreating, "Is this what our eternal bodies look like after our consciousness dies? In the end, we all become demon monsters!"

Click.

The door was opened.

A few sages from other factions broke in: "You dare to do such evil deeds in secret? Murdering civilians to research their bodies after death, quickly arrest them!"

The other side also became angry: "You are too insidious, is this something you learned from Atabia? Watching us, let’s see who dares to arrest us!"

...

Li Qing worked at sunrise and rested at sunset.

After breakfast, he did not, as usual, routinely wait by the Crystal Wall floor-to-ceiling window for the Pope to convey messages to him.

Instead, he began a new way of observing civilization:

His consciousness was attached to the soundly sleeping Holy Dragon, sitting on the chair, leisurely looking over the recently reported information.

Li Qing pondered the recent information and found it very intriguing.

I asked you to tackle cancer cells properly, and you ended up sideways, questioning whether you have a brain or not?

Truly worthy of engineers, able to draw inferences from other cases.

He kept observing, a strange smile curled up at the corner of his mouth:

"Really impressive, capturing people to evolve pain sensory nerves, then torturing the consciousness to death, then after death, they actually became a kind of disorderly eternal cancer cell?"

Very capable.

But Li Qing also did not know what kind of brain was the most practical to evolve.

He merely thought it’s good that they have philosophical disputes, as long as they remember to solve the cancer treatment technology for him in the end.

Furthermore.

Li Qing not only didn’t clarify the ground’s dilemmas for the people but also increased their workload.

He left, and in a dream delivered a divine revelation to the Holy Dragon:

1. Let them perfect the cancer cure technology.

2. By the way, optimize the Tower of Babel technology to perfect the genetic life blueprint of an Elf Giant God.

Li Qing’s requirements were not high, similar to what then-Emperor Atabia had required.

Muscle atrophy, being short of breath after walking a few steps was fine, the main thing was it had to look good, to impress people.

Back then, when he first laid eyes on it, those pointed ears, that green hair, tall slender perfect body, it was like a perfect mythical creature from the movies, he just felt like he wanted it.

He was anything but conventional, he was a macho man who liked figurines.

A previous plan to create a small Giant Dragon failed, now that there was ready-made technology, how could he not have a life-sized figurine.

It wasn’t because he was lonely in reality, looking for a doll.

But he wanted to create an Elf Avatar for remote control, convenient for playing deity tricks. After all, cancer treatment makes money, couldn’t possibly involve himself for real?

The Elf Race in mythology, fits perfectly with local mythology.

People believe in this!

One could try to weave a modern narrative: A modern beautiful rich second generation encounters an ancient Elf from the Otherworld who traverses worlds, the Elf sees the benevolenfume of the wealthy and cures her cancer, leaving enough to collect only a few dozens of kilograms of gold as symbolic payment, a movie plot conceit.

The specific plot still needs further detailing.

If possible, introduce some Blood Race, Dragon Race, Demon Race, God of Light, increase the suspense atmosphere densely, let this Elf’s transmigration unfold mysteriously.

These wealthy people.

In the face of death fear, believing in deities and monsters is normal, since they have watched a lot of Marvel movies, there is potential.

Then, just casually convince them that as long as they have enough contribution points, in the future there might be a chance to acquire half-Elf lineage, achieving immortality, naturally, they will become fanatical.

Money is one aspect, power is another.

After all, he ultimately is living on this planet, he is Monk Tang’s flesh, if he doesn’t want to be dissected after being discovered, he must be prepared, find ways to protect himself, and cover up.

Establish an "Umbrella Medical Corporation," secretly to provide himself, the behind-the-scenes operator, with comprehensive support, to cater to his needs, providing resources and materials to create a world, is the most crucial objective.

"Since this world doesn’t have that Umbrella Corporation studying zombie viruses Ning Guochang mentioned, then I’ll create my own Umbrella Medical Corp."

"Members joining are various elites, wealthy, geniuses from all fields, peripheral members, initially three or four people are enough! They are free, as long as the contribution is sufficient, they can exchange for things from the Otherworld, bloodlines of various powerful races, longevity, miracle medicine, there’s nothing inconceivable I can’t make up."

"Even, as long as the contribution level is high enough, these three or four people can ’leave’ the earth and traverse to each of the Multi-Dimensional Crystal Walls of the Otherworlds, starting a new life."

"The only limitation for them is they cannot leak a single shred of content externally, because of the Three Corpses Brain God Pill."

Under Li Qing’s approximate planning, the prototype of a secret organization serving himself, propelling the progress of civilization appeared.

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