My Hair Can Create a Demon Country
Chapter 113 - 102: Mechanic
CHAPTER 113: CHAPTER 102: MECHANIC
Previously, he was still thinking about expanding the production line.
But once here, expanding the ant colony is always a risk, even in the gang’s basement it can be dangerous. After all, once a colony expands, it will lead to civilization, variables.... And the outside world might find out,
Now, there’s no need to worry anymore.
"Moreover, there are many ways to play! A mere sevenfold speed still isn’t fast enough for civilization development; I can now instantly push the timeline of civilization forward!" Fu Qingjun secretly pondered,
It’s just that this thing consumes too much Spiritual Power.
Estimating with his fully loaded Spiritual Power, throwing ten thousand ants into this space, at most, can only advance a month’s speed in a day.
Not to mention, what about hundreds of millions?
Unless you are a true deity!
Otherwise, interfering with time requires too much brainpower.
The brain is simply not enough no matter how you think.
"Forget it, can’t use it on a large scale, can only treat it as Spirit Time House. For now, treating it as a clock assembly line is quite good."
"Usually inside, time is frozen; the ant craftsmen turn into statues.... Once Spiritual Power is infused, they begin madly working, dropping a large number of clocks outside."
Portable factory.
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...
He came to the cafeteria, ready to have breakfast.
A group of big men were bustling around, very happy and lively.
Fu Qingjun sat down, looking at several gang leaders, eating together, and occasionally listening to some miscellaneous talks around.
"I heard the front line is a bit tense."
"Yes, I heard the Ten Blades Association was attacked again recently."
"It’s too miserable, it had been six or seven years since the ceasefire, and the Austria Empire suddenly developed very powerfully, researching powerful technology, reportedly found prehistoric ancient records."
"No, I heard some of them are Martian reincarnates, bringing terrible prehistoric technology."
"No no no, I heard they dug out prehistoric humans, wearing grass skirts, tall and mighty, members of four tribes, simply ultimate beings."
...
"Quiet!"
Baiyu shouted, "The more you talk, the more ridiculous it gets; you’re all spreading rumors like old ladies gossiping on the street, just wagging your tongue."
Fu Qingjun chuckled.
But indeed, the front line was somewhat in crisis.
That’s also the reason why Jiang Yang and others went back so quickly.
Actually, this kind of thing had always been brewing, only to say that in tumultuous times, waves rise...
Fu Qingjun directly produced a large batch of clocks, handed them to Baiyu, and then resolved some gang development issues.
After a few days, everything was quiet, more people buying pocket watches, the reputation indeed spread, Fu Qingjun visited a few times during this period, and found them indeed popular.
After half a month, everything seemed to be on the right track.
...
In these three days, during the Divine Demon Night Banquet, in the well-lit laboratory.
"I’ve finished." Yudula finally brought good news.
She modified the chip casing.
Fu Qingjun studied it for a bit, good heavens, a nano-scale chip!
Even abroad, they’d call this insider knowledge.
After all, from the aspect of modifying the gene sequence, using the method of writing DNA genetic sequences, crafting each transistor, the microstructure of biology is truly wondrous.
Going even further...
Isn’t the human ultra-precise brain also a kind of super chip?
"Master, I am sorry, my skill is limited." She was very ashamed, it was too big.
Obviously, it could be made as small as the smallest material in the cell.
"People are meant to grow; though not as good as predecessors, I see hope that you can surpass them." Fu Qingjun smiled, taking out the prepared circuit blueprint, "Next, produce such a pattern.... Modify the round circuit of a snail shell like this, no problem, right?"
Fu Qingjun directly inserted a computer motherboard inside.
Anyway, the blueprint was given, the remaining skyscrapers of transistors depended on Yudula.
"Finished." Late at night again, Yudula suddenly said.
Fu Qingjun was again surprised; Yudula indeed was fierce, understanding the snail people species to the extreme, "Very promising, the mechanic profession, your future expansion will be at great heights."
"Teacher, what do you mean?" Yudula was puzzled.
This was the teacher’s species.
Fu Qingjun laughed: "In the face of great existence, the past and future times are uncertain! You’ve evolved civilization species now, it might become the distant past!"
Yudula was thoughtful.
Does it mean, although I helped in co-evolving this species, when it is placed into a certain time dimension, there will inevitably be a day when I meet it?
I’m the ancestor of snail people, and in front of me is the snail people’s subspecies, that will return to my embrace.
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...
Earth ruins.
Rare white fog enveloped the earth.
Groups of buildings loomed indistinctly, surrounded by silence, exuding an eerie taste.
Below the building, a huge black creature slowly stood upright like wriggling black mud, wearing a black cloak.
"Apocalypse..."
Fu Qingjun turned his head to look at the Extraordinary Wizard resident building before him.
Magnificent.
Even the outskirts had been transformed beyond recognition, covered thickly with fine black metal.
Like a tall Demon Realm Tower, a dark tower built with a sword tip stands on the rooftop amid fog.
"It feels like the Demon Realm Tower in the mist of the Demon Realm, the abode of the Demon King."
In just a few days, with sufficient resources, the Ant Queen’s rate of rapid multiplication was unimaginable.
Thousands in one brood.
Moreover, the Ant Queen had already crossed into the fourth realm, becoming non-human.
"In the blink of an eye, the population has reached tens of millions." Fu Qingjun shook his head, "They are even planning to start expanding the sewers and underground pipelines."
Under Fu Qingjun’s psychic sensing,
the Demon Realm, centered on this apartment building, was spreading out in the underground pipelines like "network veins," expanding to an underground area with a diameter of a hundred meters.
At this rate, it’s likely that the entire city’s underground pipelines might become a complex subterranean Demon Realm.
"They play their underground Demon Realm, I have no interest in cleaning the city’s underground pipelines and revamping them." Fu Qingjun instinctively bypassed the building and walked towards the distant road.
Thud thud thud.
Silence underfoot.
The fog was so thick one couldn’t see their hand in front of them, the visibility was extremely low.
"Liana is holed up in a supermarket five hundred meters away, barely surviving and beginning to develop a Martial Dao civilization."
Fu Qingjun slowly organized his information and walked into a clothing store.
The surroundings were messy; he picked up an Adidas jacket from a hanger and draped it over his shoulders, put on a hat, and tied a tie,
"The range where I can move is gradually expanding."
In reality, he couldn’t move too far away.
The coverage area of their dwelling was the only area where his soul could reach; only in the densely covered space of their souls could he have a signal, control the Daimao creatures to descend, although they were now hair creatures.
"However, there’s really no one here."
"Is this really... Earth?"
Fu Qingjun wandered the streets, walking and stopping, entering various shops to find them all deserted.
The cars on the ground looked as if they had been crushed by some giant beast, incredibly terrifying.
There were faint traces of blood on the distant ground, but it seemed as if something had even cleaned up the blood stains, and it took careful observation to spot them.
"According to the building’s instructions, at night, the doors and windows had to be sealed, even Liana’s exploration team indicated that something terrifying would appear at night, and one had to hide not to be discovered..."
"Evil entities? Ghosts, vengeful spirits?"
"It seems the nuclear explosion was aimed at these things? To blow them up?"
He continued to walk forward, stopping at the edge of the signal range, entering a computer city, "This will do, for good luck."
As for more advanced clocks and even mobile phones, Fu Qingjun had thought of taking them back to sell.
He felt that he was already conspicuous enough, and these mechanical creations that surpassed the era would only attract more attention if they appeared, which was completely unnecessary,
He spread out an arm of black hair and dropped a few snails.
The snails’ shells were pure black, appearing smooth and round on the outside, but in reality, they housed many integrated circuits.
They were like small handheld devices, yet this "super console" had no camera or speaker.
However, the snail’s eyes served as the camera, and its mouth as the speaker.
Soon, after some rummaging, he indeed found that the phones in the store had no passwords, there was even a laptop, Fu Qingjun tried to power it on, "It indeed still has power."
After all, new phones are turned off, and can be turned on when sold as new.
"Next, it’s time to create a program."
Sitting in front of the computer, Fu Qingjun took out a specially modified snail plug, began to detach a data cable, plugged it in, and then connected it to the snail shell.
"Sure enough, the electricity was successfully connected."
Fu Qingjun smiled, plugging it into the snail shell, and began programming and writing language.
The computer city had everything needed in terms of electronic materials.
As for the computer language, he used a witch text language, needing to create a relatively primitive programming language, which he could manage.
Seventeen years were not learned in vain.
Soon he wrote a simple activity program, "As a beast-like snail without intelligence, the instincts of eating and crawling, movement, they all have... What I need to do is to add extra logic."
"For example, patrolling."
Fu Qingjun added a movement command, directing it to crawl from the living room.
Sure enough, this snail began to crawl forward.
"Just as I thought, it’s a robot, with directives written in its brain, it can move." But he found it quite challenging, spending the next few days reprogramming the brain.
Mainly enhancing storage and writing smart learning programs.
He was familiar with mechanisms like AlphaGo’s intelligence.
Being a programmer, he naturally knew the future was a great era of 5G, the intelligent AI era.
"Snailmen have biological instincts, beast-like wisdom... If this low-level brain is assisted by a secondary brain connected to help process events and store information, it might truly unlock wisdom."
AlphaGo lacked emotions because it wasn’t biological, but snailmen are biological; how it exactly would turn out was hard to imagine.
However, soon, after just half a day.
Fu Qingjun realized the progress was quite slow; even with an assisting brain for thinking, the snailmen learned very slowly, needing day by day accumulation.
This wasn’t a biological entity that could be rushed like before.
The first-generation AlphaGo required a long time to learn, and though subsequent generations’ algorithm enhancements greatly accelerated learning speeds, Fu Qingjun had no expertise in that advanced technology.
What he was doing now was the most basic and primitive.
"Why not throw it into that space for a while, let them develop themselves." Fu Qingjun thought: "Learn, evolve... brain capacity!"
Biological evolution could take eons.
The speed at which a biological brain evolves might be measured in billions of years, but the speed at which this new secondary brain evolves intelligence is unpredictable.
He arranged all the computers, furnishings, and desks into this room, and began to push the timeline.
Boom!
Time began to accelerate crazily.
The room-sized world seemed to become magical.
Previously, Fu Qingjun had spent seventeen years as a bald programmer inside this room, and now he stood outside, watching the snails inside start their own bald programmer journey.
"On to the next future."
Fu Qingjun suddenly smiled.