Scholar's Advanced Technological System

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

Lu Zhou was shocked. He burst into a cold sweat at this thought.

He knows I’m here?

How is that possible?

The entire old universe had disappeared into the Void. He was nothing more than a spectator in this memory.

How could the old man know that he belonged to the new universe?

Wait a minute…

Lu Zhou suddenly remembered that the old man in front of him was probably the Prophet of the Puck civilization; no, he must be the prophet!

Suddenly, all of the clues were connected.

There was only one possible explanation. Which was that, inside the old universe, the old man felt someone observing him. Whether through the “spirit of the universe” or the “psychic ritual”, he had a feeling that someone would see this in the future.

This feeling of being stared at did not disappear until Noir waved goodbye and stood on the beam of light in the sky.

The Prophet stared at the Chosen one for a long time. Lu Zhou felt his feet starting to leave the ground when the Prophet spoke.

“Maybe I’m wrong…

“Maybe you’re the Chosen one.”

Noir was slightly stunned. He frowned and asked, “What are you talking about?”

A trace of sadness flashed across the face of the Prophet.

But he didn’t say anything. He looked at the puzzled face gradually leaving the ground and waved his skinny paw.

“Nothing…

“Forget what I said.

“This is the decision of the spirit of the universe. I believe that all this is the best arrangement.”

Lu Zhou looked at the old man standing on the grassland. He involuntarily held his breath.

If his reasoning was correct…

The last words of the Prophet were not addressed to Noir.

It was addressed to himself…

…

Lu Zhou opened his eyes suddenly, as if he woke up from a nightmare. He bounced off the bed.

After the Chosen one named “Noir” stepped onto the spaceship heading to the center of the galaxy through an anti-gravity beam, the memory fragment popped like a soap bubble.

There was a drop of sweat across his forehead. Lu Zhou took off his helmet and panted gently. He raised his arm to wipe off the sweat that had fallen to his cheeks.

Xiao Ai controlled the robotic arm and handed a glass of water to Lu Zhou’s side. The drone flew in front of him; the airflow of the drone motors sending him a refreshing cool breeze.

[Master, are you okay?]

“I’m fine…” After taking a sip from the water glass, Lu Zhou looked at the LED screen. He had a reassuring smile as he said, “Compared to the previous two memories, this time, it is a lot milder.”

Other than the history of the Puck civilization, which caused a certain load on his brain, the rest of the entire memory was only a gentle story.

Compared to Void Memory a, which contained confusing puzzle-solving elements, and Void Memory b, which contained action shooting, this story-only memory was quite calm and simple.

This was the first time Lu Zhou had completely synchronized the Void Memory without using the file reading system of the virtual reality system.

It was also the first time for him to encounter such a weird thing…

Xiao Ai: [Master, Master, should we add this to the “Calan Empire” game? (>▽

After thinking about this problem for a while, Lu Zhou gently shook his head.

“No need this time. There are no difficult parts that require the help of players. Just file the data directly in the library.”

Xiao Ai: [Received. (๑•̀ᄇ•́)و✧]

Xiao Ai was in charge of the quantum computer, and archiving this huge amount of data was a piece of cake.

After staying in the underground laboratory for a while, Lu Zhou took the elevator back to the ground and dropped by the cafeteria of the Institute for Advanced Study for dinner.

Along the way, people who saw him greeted him respectfully.

However, because of the things on his mind, Lu Zhou appeared absent-minded when responding. When he sat down in the cafeteria, he realized that he had even ordered the wrong meal.

After quickly eating dinner, Lu Zhou returned home with a stomach full of questions. He shut himself in the study room.

Lu Zhou took the notebook tucked in the corner of the bookshelf. He spread it out on the desk and wrote down his experience in the Void Memory c on a blank page.

“Puck civilization, label: idealism, authoritarianism…

“The warrior who has won hundreds of duels becomes the Chosen one. Under the direction of the Prophet, he goes to the center of the galaxy to find a way to save civilization.

“The natural disaster… Another natural disaster. What is the natural disaster? Are the crises encountered by the Puck civilization and the Calan civilization the same thing? How did the psychic ritual predict the future?”

Lu Zhou scratched his head in distress. He frowned and fell into thought.

The Puck civilization was obviously far less developed and powerful than that of the Calan civilization… Lu Zhou hadn’t heard about them completing any magnificent projects like the ring world, let alone creating quark stars.

The natural disaster was foreseen through a “spiritual ritual”.

Faced with an unknown threat, they decided to send a spacecraft to the center of the galaxy to find a solution.

The whole plan was full of idealism.

The Prophet didn’t tell the Chosen one how to go to the center of the galaxy, nor tell him what the so-called “natural disaster” was. However, he firmly believed that doing so would surely prevent a crisis that was doomed to happen.

This journey of blind faith seemed like a pilgrimage.

“What is hiding in the center of the galaxy?

“And the spirit of the universe and the ritual for predicting the future… Is it really possible to predict this kind of thing?”

What disturbed Lu Zhou was the old Prophet’s stare at the end of the memory, and that his words didn’t seem to be addressed to Noir.

You’re the Chosen one?

Who is that…

Lu Zhou looked at the notebook that had been filled. There were question marks everywhere. Lu Zhou hesitated for a long time and wrote.

“It seems like even level 10 physics can’t answer this question very well…

“It would be nice to be able to talk to that man.”

The man who calls himself The Observer.

He must know something.

Even though this didn’t make much sense and that the guy was not that easy to get along with, his deep and wise eyes were very reassuring.

Lu Zhou closed the notes and got up from his desk.

“Enough for the time being… It’s not physics anymore; this is occult and philosophy.”

Maybe I should find the opportunity to study Professor Miro’s notes again?

Even though Lu Zhou didn’t think Miro knew the spirit of the universe better than himself, the creator of the animism of the universe might have discovered some clues that were noteworthy yet ignored by him.

Lu Zhou suddenly remembered that he seemed to have promised Luo Wenxuan to go to the ILHCRC today to prepare for the Century of Physics Conference.

However, he spent the entire day in the Institute for Advanced Study.

When he looked out the window, the sky was already completely dark.

If he went to Shanghai now, he would have to find a place to stay the night.

Forget about it; it’s already so late now.

Let’s wait until tomorrow…

Lu Zhou reached out and turned off the lamp on his desk. He got up from his chair and yawned. He then went downstairs to rest.