CHAPTER 114: CHAPTER 103: ONE DREAM, TEN MONTHS—LEADING CIVILIZATION FORWARD

Spirit Time House.

This is the name Fu Qingjun gave to the ship’s hull.

He himself lived inside for seventeen years!

In fact, after researching, Fu Qingjun did not want to use this thing.

This ship’s hull requires immense spirit to propel time navigation.

"Too much is impossible; the extreme limit is a thousand lives. A day in reality can push them ten months ahead here."

"The cost in spiritual power is immense, the capacity is small, it can only do short-term initial species cultivation."

He felt increasingly like an evil scientist, conducting various human genetic experiments after gaining hair abilities.

Whoosh—

Time began to be propelled.

The ship’s hull entered the navigation track.

Ten months may not seem to change much, but for these snail people, the iteration level is extremely fast.

Insects born in the morning and dying by evening already undergo plenty of changes.

It was this way before.

Moreover, ten months of physical reality time is already seventy months to them in their sevenfold bodily sensation.

A day will pass...

Six years!

In the first year.

Fu Qingjun seemed to push a cargo box along the timeline track forcefully.

Adhering to the principle of not wasting time, he entered as well, becoming a mechanical snail with a silly tuft.

After all, programming was his proud specialty.

He stocked the room with numerous books, computers, phones, cameras, charging various digital products... silently, choosing not to guide civilization, hiding among them as an ordinary snail.

He soon discovered that the snails in the rooms began to act, eat, reproduce.

Just like ordinary snails in nature, no difference.

Carrying a heavy main host secondary brain, silently recording everything like a movie.

Fu Qingjun feigned death among the snails, "Their intelligent AI logic should start analyzing, optimizing these beastly snails’ instinctive actions."

Indeed, his editing algorithm had no issues.

The snails began taking the shortest route to the food Fu Qingjun placed, optimizing life actions with the most convenient logic.

Yet, seemingly due to the absence of predators, after simplifying the logic, they no longer changed.

"There needs to be a predator."

Fu Qingjun pondered, threw in mutant cockroaches.

"Onto the next future."

In the second year.

Snails continued to be killed by mutant cockroaches, crazily eliminated.

A large pile of snail shells began to accumulate on the ground.

Fu Qingjun watched, heart aching, hidden among a heap of snails, shaking his head, "AI is truly handicapped, fine, just treat the ground of snail shells as a chip production line."

Snails were killed, chips still did not influence the snails’ actions, controlling their escape, or other actions.

Chips observed, even in death, they didn’t know how to change.

Because AI was so mechanical, seemingly lacking any self-created ability, only learning.

Snails retained beast-like intelligence, frantically fleeing just like in nature before.

Suddenly, amid endless slaughter, one snail accidentally used a scythe to cut into a cockroach.

As parasitic beasts, they naturally possessed the parasitic beasts’ long exploding scythes.

They just lacked the wisdom to use them... this was the reason they were sold as weapons on site.

Slash!

The first cockroach was killed.

And something strange happened, that snail’s intelligent AI shell began to act.

"Archiving, anomaly parsing—"

It started recording the snail’s behavior, replaying like a movie, seemingly understanding something.

Afterwards, this snail underwent a change.

Whenever a cockroach approached, the chip brain would send signals, instructing the snail to kill the cockroach this way.

The first logically anomalous snail appeared.

He began recklessly slaughtering cockroaches, scythes flying everywhere, slicing through a heap of flying corpses.

This scene stunned the other fleeing snails.

The other snails, after witnessing this image, began recording it, instantly all learned how to slaughter cockroaches.

"The entire civilization, beginning to mutate." Fu Qingjun hidden among them, quietly observed, smiling.

But the actions were identical.

That was merely a strike issued randomly at the time, extra arcs, awkward exaggerated angles, deliberately circling to lift the knife.

In a moment, the entire snail species learned such a silly waving stance! A normal intelligent life, watching this would see this as a dumb pose...

Yet this race uniformly learned.

"Get another batch of mutant cockroaches."

Fu Qingjun acted ruthlessly.

Numerous mutant cockroaches began crawling all over the house.

Soon, the massacre began, still in that naive uniform knife-wave stance, but gradually developed, in a one snail’s anomalous knife-wave, the track became more convenient.

"Recording—"

It was again quickly recorded.

Thus, amidst continuous iterations, an extremely concise, efficient knife technique was swiftly learned.

This set of blade techniques, continuously revised by AI using its own algorithm, instantly surpassed the previous witch civilization’s "parasitic beast blade technique" martial arts.

The blade technique seemed to open doors to a new world.

The AI version continued learning, increasingly optimized, creating a new version.

They began acting independently.

Started attempting to research the surrounding environment.

Reading the AI chips of the dead snails, understanding their pre-death image stories.

AI continually accumulated and communicated.

Some snails, not only reading the snail chips data on the ground, started reading the books nearby, laboriously flipping pages.

Their brains began to be frantically filled.

"Onto the next future." Fu Qingjun habitually called out.

In the third year.

Snails completely exhibited anomalies.

"Rustling..."

Snails attempted to parse and understand human language, imitating the stories’ speaking logic, behavioral ways.

In the fourth year.

Suddenly, a snail spoke:

"I am a human!"

He uttered human language, in Chinese characters.

He studied numerous written books, began imitating human actions within them.

Fu Qingjun startled, feeling a strange aura spreading.

The snail people underwent changes.

He opened his intellect.

"Just like those ant people before, cultivating Martial Dao, gradually unlocking wisdom."

"But these snails are special... their wisdom is anchored by the chip; once the chip is removed, they quickly revert to beasts."

"Rather than saying snail meat is the body, it’s better to say the snail shell is the greatest body."

Fu Qingjun remained tranquil, slowly crawling on the ground as a snail.

He quietly observed these snails learning human wisdom, books, and beginning development.

After a period, Fu Qingjun judged the situation was about right, "They already possess preliminary intelligence as mechanical snails, it’s time for me to appear."

Fu Qingjun, from among the mass of snail shells, slowly emerged, opened scythe-arms high and proclaimed,

"I have discovered the secret of our life!"

What?

Countless mechanical snails, writhing on the ground, incredibly surprised.

"It’s right here." Fu Qingjun directed everyone, opening a computer.

The screen lit up.

"According to my speculation, this is a prehistoric kin deity! The shell left behind!" Fu Qingjun solemnly stated.

What?

The surrounding mechanical snails, amazed, gathered around this laptop.

"So enormous? It practically blocks the sun!"

"Is this our prehistoric kin? Does it mean we can crouch on their shell, siphoning memories?"

They became excited, swarming on the computer, but nothing happened.

After all, they could read when on fellow snail shells... but on these computers, how could there be data cable connections?

Fu Qingjun pulled out the special data cable he previously plugged into the snail and himself, connecting it to the computer, "This way, you can understand the prehistoric deity’s mysteries!"

Fu Qingjun demonstrated and lent the scepter for others to use.

They plugged in, as if discovering a new continent, viewing countless movie images and data.

"Everyone hurry and learn!"

This snail shouted, "Here is the final secret of our life, computer fundamentals," "programming languages," "integrated circuits," among other books, too terrifying!"

This mechanical snail was dumbstruck and beckoned others to join.

Fu Qingjun watched by, observing his fervent companions, secretly smiling, "With this, these computers can self-program, self-produce, and self-improve."