CHAPTER 115: CHAPTER 104: DIVINE MANDATE OF KINGSHIP, MECHANICAL MONARCH

Fu Qingjun was in a great mood.

Editing biological genes, evolving species, truly holds so many possibilities.

His whimsical ideas could come true; the electronic chip production line had really taken shape.

The snail species, having shed their snail shells, carried on their backs a heavy chip computer host, and were learning programming and mechanical engineering, continually optimizing their own versions.

"The development is rapid."

The better part of the day passed like this, and Fu Qingjun planned to have dinner. Before leaving, he took one more look at these lovely little snails,

"Keep it up!"

He hummed the song "Snail" as he went downstairs, looking at the sunlight outside the window,

"I want to climb up step by step."

"Waiting for the sun to quietly watch its face, a little sky with big dreams, a heavy shell covering the gentle gaze."

For the Huaxia chip, carry the chip, please bear the burden and move forward!

For the song of civilization, for the future.

He was full of energy, knowing as a programmer how important a chip was, whether during this WWII era or in the past on Earth.

"With the Martial Dao foundation on this side, it turns out the human foundation on Earth was in building technology."

"I want to develop extraordinary Martial Dao, it’s very slow... but using the existing human civilization to create a mechanical civilization is the fastest way."

...

Soon, as Fu Qingjun went to eat.

The third civilization created by Fu Qingjun had already started to develop itself.

This third race absorbed the foundations accumulated by Fu Qingjun’s first two races.

They began to read the basic books left behind by Fu Qingjun such as "Introduction to Computers," "Programming Languages," "Integrated Circuits," and so on, engaging in frenzied learning in these areas.

Soon, these snails started truly researching the whole world.

They surprisingly discovered that their fertility was extremely low, because nurturing that shell seemed to consume too much time.

Moreover, their lifespan was only about one to two years.

After all, this time snails were used as the basic template, so the lifespan naturally increased, but at the same time, they lost the ability to rapidly mass-reproduce.

Also, their world was incredibly small, with at most only a thousand of their kind existing simultaneously.

"Our brain encoding is very special, with some kind of special script, not belonging to human script!"

They began to decipher this programming script, which was already very simple for them, with their terrifying computational power and absolute memory.

When Fu Qingjun returned from dinner, he went in to take a look again.

He discovered they were mechanically repeating every day.

He couldn’t help but frown and said, "Pure mechanical artificial intelligence AI lacks creativity... this is simply artificial idiocy."

At the beginning, artificial intelligence AI was essentially artificial idiocy.

"Although they are mechanical AI snails with some flesh and blood."

"Now they’ve developed wisdom and started to have creativity, but unfortunately, this creativity is pathetically weak, and their emotions of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy are extremely faint, rational and cold."

Indeed, they gained great talent, but also had serious flaws.

This race has formidable computing power, with almost no error margin, but also lost creativity.

"Since wisdom has been sparked, I might as well directly intervene in the progress, otherwise, without creativity, the progress is too slow." Fu Qingjun controlled a hair-antlered snail and offered some suggestions.

"I will descend this time to give you teachings."

Fu Qingjun descended again, his computational power no match for theirs, but his creativity and wisdom were at the normal level of life, which was already a super talent here.

"Learning programming is the lifelong mission of our mechanical clan."

He sat at a height, eloquently sharing his seventeen years of programming experience, telling them the various programmer’s creative ideas he learned from forums.

"So, this program has seven different ways of writing?"

"Incredible, such logic, even more concise!"

"Game?"

"Programming?"

"System?"

"Iteration?"

"Martial skills?"

One novel idea after another, as Fu Qingjun sat aloft and taught programming, kinds of creativity surpassing their logical thinking were continually recorded!

"It’s so wonderful!"

"This is a magnificent structure, if we build on this, a terrifying future will emerge!"

"The amount of engineering and programming required is massive, but for us, it’s not at all a problem!"

...

They listened carefully.

What Fu Qingjun talked about were the genius ideas of various programmer masters from the forums and network, things never seen in this primitive AI intelligence world.

Even in the world where Fu Qingjun originally came from, they were scarce, pioneering ideas.

At the very least, even Fu Qingjun, who had studied programming for seventeen years, couldn’t truly implement them, because it was too demanding in effort and time.

But, telling a group of computer programs how to program is... somewhat ridiculous.

"You are a god!"

"This kind of logic is not something we all possess!"

They acknowledged their own limits, knowing it was impossible for them to have such astonishing talent and expansive capability.

They were very honest.

"I shall leave shortly, the king’s data scepter shall be entrusted to you." Fu Qingjun spoke lightly, bending down and handing the data cable scepter connecting to the computer to one among them.

Soon, naturally, an intellectually superior mechanical snail, Hongqi, became the king of the mechanical snails.

As an AI intelligence, Hongqi, holding a data scepter, spoke: "God, will you return again?"

"I will."

Fu Qingjun smiled and slowly left.

In the room, Fu Qingjun sat on the throne, satisfied with food and drink, quietly saying in his heart:

"To the next future."

Whoosh!

Time passed rapidly, with great changes over ages.

He used his hair to channel Spiritual Power, crazily steering an ancient large ship, trudging arduously along the timeline.

"What will the world become?"

"Pity, one thousand people, far too few, only primitive accumulation, then must be put outside."

In the room, Fu Qingjun wrapped a snail shell with black strands of hair, shaping it into a ball, hanging it from one of his ears to form an earring, the hair’s mysterious black veins glowed with ancient enigmatic brilliance.

"Hang it from my ear, absorbing their data anytime, upgrading the sub-brain’s version."

In the mirror, a tall and handsome young man with shoulder-length black hair, wearing an earring on one ear, eyes bright like stars, looked exceptionally divine, "This phone is really beautiful."

...

The fifth year.

Countless snail iterations fell.

At the same time, Fu Qingjun was amazed to find that most of this race were currently mechanical and indifferent, their genes lacking traits like "lying" or "sly cunning."

These thousand mechanical snails could quickly acquire shared knowledge through collective learning, earnestly researching programming and computer science. Fu Qingjun alone was on the side stealthily learning, copying it into his mechanical snail clone.

"This is so delightful."

Fu Qingjun thought he was too foolish before.

Learning programming through this method and copying knowledge into the snail avatar’s mind, accessible anytime—doesn’t that make it his own knowledge?

The previous seventeen years of learning were too wasted.

It was more efficient to let others learn.

Looking at their programming knowledge, self-constructed languages, and various accumulations, Fu Qingjun was dumbfounded!

Already surpassing modern human programmers.

Fu Qingjun remembered seeing sci-fi movies where future people gained knowledge through "memory transmission," not needing to attend universities or mandatory education.

Soon, Fu Qingjun witnessed firsthand, inside the entire computer room, sticky snails crawling around, on keyboards, phones, desktops, and deciphering his entire brain’s program, unlocking the entire structure.

They discovered their brain’s utilization was extremely rudimentary, using only one percent.

Simultaneously, they easily decoded the folders left deep within Fu Qingjun’s brain, discovering ancient inscriptions—Fu Qingjun’s left-behind history of the Ma Duck civilization, three stone tablets.

"So that’s it, these are prehistorical civilizational memories, a legacy from predecessors—we hail from the ancient Ma Duck civilization, a branch of it!" said a snail.

"A great flood wiped out the world, we grew from the ruins!" shouted another snail.

"It’s laughable, our brain programming is utterly disgraceful, not knowing which prehistoric creature compiled it, so crude, so low-level."

"We must rewrite our brains, improve some algorithms."

They coldly continued to speak.

Fu Qingjun’s expression remained calm.

His own seventeen years of hard-earned programmer skills, with hair falling off, being criticized as useless—wasn’t it that he’d only learned skills equivalent to trash level?

Certainly not.

Fu Qingjun had confidence in his skill level within human society.

"However, AI’s algorithm and learning capabilities are far beyond human’s comparison... especially as they are a thousand intelligent AIs learning from each other."

In certain aspects, humans can hardly compete with AI, just like the defeat in Go against humans.

And this AI combined with a touch of biological creativity.

"I’m quite satisfied with this." Fu Qingjun took a deep breath, quietly watching their development, seeing how swiftly mechanical snail civilization iterates.

The sixth year.

They began to cease advancement.

Fu Qingjun controlled his dangling snail, once again descending to earth.

"God!"

The other mechanical snails were excited.

Fu Qingjun smiled again, "I descend to teach you two fundamental systems of prehistoric civilization: the Spiritual Cultivation Method and Physical Cultivation Method!"

They began learning the spiritual visualization method.

Soon, a more peculiar civilization emerged.

They started cultivating Spiritual Power, following the witch route, naturally began to devour snails, procreating offspring for consumption, naming themselves as engineers, reconstructing brain programming, optimizing their circuits.

Their Spiritual Power expanded continuously, reaching the third stage limit, unable to breach the fourth stage.

They again ceased advancement.

The seventh year.

"This is a Prosperous Dynasty."

Hongqi Snail held a morning assembly on a gigantic laptop yet couldn’t breach the fourth stage,

"My heart as God! Every action, every word, leading the race’s development, are God’s deeds and words! Passing the life of God, how can I still not break through?"

"This aura of God must have another mystery."

Hongqi, sitting high, was serene and indifferent, saying:

"Ancient records once depicted a Mechanical Dynasty, where an ancient God imparted knowledge of machinery to mortals on earth—we must be descendants recorded among them in the tablets!"

"Truly inspiring, the prehistoric Mechanical Dynasty must have been invincible! Reportedly, they constantly forged divine tools, even slain Gods... yet we’re far from their level."

"Must take them as role models."

"Issue my decree: The beings, unravel the mysteries of the fourth stage, research the soul’s origins!"

With an order, the mechanical gears of the entire dynasty began moving.