Doomsday Jigsaw Puzzle

Chapter 274: Chapter 78: The Origin of the Lau Virus

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"The recovery... yet, he is the first case diagnosed with the Ulaga disease, the person who felt the infection. He is Zero, the one known as "

With a definite nod, the Silver-faced man smiled after deciding on a course of action.

"That was... the young one..."

His voice trembling, Jiaxie couldn’t answer right away.

"Wang, poised as if he could command the skies and pierce through realms, what could a youngster possibly do residing in a Blue Lodge, 70-something years ago?" asked Han Lang Liu.

Ultimately, Han Lang Liu headed towards the Golden Lodge. They felt guilt and could not enter room 70-s in the Blue Lodge due to being "Han Lang Liu," and all of this was because of it.

The more Han Lang Liu applied the golden paint’s disguise, the higher the frequency of "happiness" outbreaks, and the more Spiritual essence signals from the world outside. Identity, recognition, data, signals... Han Lang Liu represented all these in the world of the high skies.

"All from Han Lang Liu came from the Blue Lodge before moving on to the Golden Lodge; just a single, gentle word, and it’s possible to let go. But only those with divine understanding can decipher this. Perhaps an emperor residing in the Heart Core City, the first case of someone with the Ulaga disease coming from the Heart Core City itself," said the Silver-faced man.

The revelation of his deepest emotions left Jiaxie dumbfounded.

"I let him move forward to the Golden Lodge, since this room is uninhabited. He told me, and I heard the voice of a young man," he said.

"What exactly?"

"But you guess what I heard? I moved past door 70-s, and knew the answer to this question."

"What for?"

Jiaxie asked, unable to understand.

"Why does the Ulaga disease seemingly differentiate between the four expressions of joy, anger, sorrow, and fear? Why do they not move forward to any other lodge but the Golden Lodge, and why do all the small towns leaned towards the golden color so heavily? It all leads to this question," he thought vehemently.

"But then, why would all those people move entirely to the Golden Lodge? Now the door of 70-s is closed," he answered his own question.

This data could eventually cause drastic translations and metamorphoses of the Mechanoid forms.

But the suppression of emotions, despite being stifled, could also transition certain types of data clutter. The question of how thoughts driven by this process of data fusion with the soul - this is the essence of the Ulaga disease, which he had already discovered, according to what the Silver-faced man narrated.

Staring at the high-powered protective light nets on the periphery of the Inner City of Mechanism City, Jiaxie grew pensive, truly considering the situation for the first time.

"Do you have any idea what it could be? Upon a closer evaluation, there is indeed one particular place behind that makes a person feel a sudden chill. But I’ve already told you all about a case of the Ulaga disease at the high skies," said the Silver-faced man, almost reaching the Inner City.

Jiaxie saw the Silver-faced man in the distance, who didn’t speak but only smiled. Although vaguely recognizing his immense strength, he wasn’t exactly sure who this Silver-faced man was.

"So you really believe that you can enter the Inner City, your team? Then why are you uncertain about their whereabouts, possibly still out there in another district?"

"What about them? Do we need to worry about how they’re linked with my team? Right. Perhaps this is just a gift from the heavens."

"Then why do you understand this so well? Since both of us are human after all," he said.

"The more I look into Zero, the more intrigued I become. It’s definitely a dangerous technique but it’s also a great one, this fusion of soul with data. These genetic modifications by Jiaxie, though numerous, are nothing compared to the Mechanoid tribe; still, they’re very normal. But you wouldn’t understand if you think that you and I are the same kind of people," he explained.

Jiaxie only half understood.

The Silver-faced man was unusually candid, detailing his own insights into the myriad analyses and the world he discovered through data chain connections.

Because Jiaxie showed signs of having Jiaxie capabilities that incredibly surpassed expectations, he wasn’t worried about losing control of himself.

Very interested in Erleipu’s mention of how to treat Ulaga disease, Jiaxie pondered this as they traveled together.

Only in the Mechanisms City’s Inner City could one truly see the various complex and twisted Mechanoids.

Only because this place was just a new hand village, not his primary concern, he didn’t think too deeply about it.

Accidents are inevitable, particularly within Han Lang Liu where the Ya Gang sea thieves and the poison disease gang trade in white fog with unwavering belief that they are acting in their own interests—these Mechanism tribe’s truths are nothing but pure fiction.

The black zone has already possessed an environment, an ecosystem of non-human power.

He didn’t care.

With the coming of dusk, White Mist finally saw the brownish-bronze silhouette of the "Fat Giant," the means of transportation that the Carapace Bug poison disease gang used to dispose of the trash mounds starting to move forward.

Knowing that Jiaxie and White Mist were getting ready to head for the Inner City, the rubbish mountains began to be processed. The high heavens overhead didn’t seem to give it much thought.

Supposedly going to the Inner City to make some purchases, Jiaxie found an excuse after the fact, further inspecting the script given to them by the Ya Gang sea thieves for White Mist to rehearse, preparing for what lay ahead.

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White Mist handled the task of securing the Inner City gate tickets with unexpected ease, to Jiaxie’s amazement.

The trade was completed very quickly.

But White Mist deemed High Heaven an important person whose life shouldn’t be viewed lightly, even though High Heaven felt this contribution was too much at once.

The Mechanism tribe is deceiving, as is White Mist’s mouth.

Deep inside where High Heaven couldn’t possibly reach, White Mist was considering finding a way to infiltrate the Heart Core Mechanoid if he managed to enter the Inner City, although this entry ticket was obviously an empty gesture.

"Even four hundred in the head is also considered cheap for medical treatment. If it’s your land where he caught the Ulaga poison disease, then you are not just an individual; you are taking on the entire Ya Gang sea theft. It’s not expensive for me to ask for four hundred,"

Continuing to speak, High Heaven’s face showed indescribable difficulty, seemingly out of reach for White Mist,

Four hundred contribution points was sufficient to fully arm a Mechanism tribesman.

He’s simply a straightforward businessman by comparison, like Old Plank from the Red Hotel, a good pal. Why wouldn’t he take advantage of this? These lion cubs are opening up their big mouths for a bite, thought Jiaxie, as his hand trembled slightly.

White Mist bluntly blurted out a cold comment.

"Then let it be four hundred contribution points."

White Mist didn’t acknowledge anyone in here as genuinely pure; the entire area outside Mechanism City was a wasteland.

It’s not that the Han Lang Liu bastards don’t carry out their fair share of evils, but Yu Gang sea thieves and poison disease gangs seem to be the significant powers when all three are observed together.

Who in this type of place, Mechanism City, could maintain one hundred percent goodness?

White Mist knew, of course, that there was a bit of "evil" in these people’s hearts. At least, High Heaven wasn’t too bad of a person from the inside out.

White Mist felt that the first impression wasn’t all that bad, though he had no reputation whatsoever within the Inner City yin and yang sect.

It was indeed White Mist’s own doing, a perfect camouflage, to slowly process the numbers, and turn day advancements into a single hand of the yin and yang household, nodding in agreement,

"No, no, no, no need for thanks, you are a person of our yin and yang teaching, and again, it’s me who should be grateful, for I fear I might not have lived much longer if it hadn’t been for you."

"No need for thanks, everyone is self-reliant,"

said White Mist.

High Heaven was moved internally, "Thank you so very much! I’ve come to know what’s good,"

"You can do something in return for them, something humble compared to getting revenge for them, keeping their spirits alive as if you were continuing their will, which is definitely a must, as it’s the true underlying cause for much of this guilt,"

was the very last piece of advice that High Heaven had for White Mist, who had not confessed anything about his own analyses and conjectures of this world.

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As time progressed, the phase began to change very quickly, whereas it started off very slow in the dream state High Heaven found himself in.

The process was originally very slow, but it had to change quite fast with the help of daily assistance, and as time followed afterwards, White Mist began to slowly process data and accelerate time, eventually opening the door of Room 70-s with a method from beyond. High Heaven wasn’t quite there in that phase.

In the small town, a madman could suddenly appear and become a violent monster, responding to the high sky’s thick emotions.

If people continued to disappear, what intense measures might the Heart Core Mechanoid take—a twisted anomaly?

A pileup of data.

People from the town kept pouring into the Mechanism City—Heart Core Mechanoid, causing a small town data storage overload.

Every day there might be new information flowing from Han Lang Liu, which seemed to be impossible to disappear—even as it surged in.

Locked in room s-70 but Han Lang Liu still had no access to the "coat of guilt."

This segment of data properly belonging to Han Lang Liu couldn’t ultimately accumulate in the small town. They could be transmitted elsewhere, his whole body’s perfect paint job being the reason—all because of Han Lang Liu’s complete body paint.

The white fog had never seen any complete body paint of Han Lang Liu.

Each day, many people had to deal with a lot of new information flooding into the small town, hence the citizens were affected by the distorted emotions as they recognized it made an impact.

For instance, facing the Old Tiger, a normal person would choose to flee, but someone extremely angry might choose to provoke a fight.

Only by coming into contact with Han Lang Liu’s suggestive information and interpreting it correctly can one understand the underlying regular emotions. frёeωebɳovel.com

Everything, including closing door s-70, was due to the operations of the Heart Core Mechanoid.

As the number of flow-seekers increased, the white fog guessed that the small town’s flow-seekers, having not found so many cases, might be lacking a single image.

But these guilts never truly disappeared.

It seemed as if the high, thick sky, with its rational dominance, won over the sensitive emotions, looking at it this way.

The high, thick sky seemed to make decisions on vengeance for brotherhood impossible, instead focusing on the big picture, continuing decisions on drug assistance and preserving this brief period of peace.

If there was an error in the data, everything would fail to operate.

But a high, thick sky could lead to guilt emotions, and the High, Thick Sky was the underlying bottom-layer code allowing the mechanoid entity to continue living.

]Operating would be impossible with just one error in data, and people could make mistakes in actions; everyone was always seeking perfection in a world digitized.[

Erleipu summed it up with one sentence:

Although the soul of the high, thick sky could not materialize into actions, and the Heart Core Mechanoid was gradually transmuting, because of this it desired to make the high, thick sky’s shadow a companion for revenge.

Ulaga guessed this since the high, thick sky was bound to suffer many companion losses in the near future, shrouded by the grief of death.

Could these be the remains of the mechanical beings, just like this so many times over?

The world inside had already piled up as much mechanoid wreckage as Yue Mountain.

Wastelands of garbage, though still very much, were nothing like the ones across the world outside, but to the white fog thinking at that moment, every single feature in the world inside had its uniqueness.

People could make mistakes, but for a world with absolute rational intelligence, there were no wrong actions.

The soul of the high, thick sky was zero-created, born from the human soul.

These actions could lead to the death of the high, thick sky, but that’s only what computer operations give to the Heart Core Mechanoid as data.

Ulaga guessed the reason behind the high, thick sky wanting to seek revenge for his dead brothers was very simple: a fundamental lack.

It’s a lack of guilt. There was a basic shortfall in emotions; even though the high, thick sky had none itself, Ulaga observed this in the world.

The "guilt" room in the Blue Sadness Inn, room s-70, alluded to the underlying emotions stored there.

There were 72 rooms in the Purple Gold Red Blue inns, each corresponding to one of the 72 kinds of emotions.

California Berkeley University’s big research people collected 5812 video segments, ranging from 5 to 10 seconds, which could involve all types of emotional stimuli for humans, including various segments of each kind of emotion; and after a great deal of experimentation, they found that 72 kinds of emotions could be cross-dyed and mutually influenced.

Sometimes, even negative emotions could be formed into a certain kind of non-negative emotion; there might even be times when negative emotions interchangeably blend.

Many different emotions could even form groups, much like the three primary colors of red, yellow, blue can combine into numerous color shades, mirroring joy, anger, fear, and sorrow.

When so many places became a shield for a spear, the soul was no longer pure nor principal, it was no longer a leading thought.

As the density of high heavens’ data grew ever greater, so did the soul’s experiences.

It was as if random numbers and ones appeared sporadically within the void, resembling half-transparent watermarks on a sheet of document, as the high heavens’ data began to rise from the world boundary.

In the world.

To move beyond the world’s foreground, the white fog is denser still; it is but a foretaste of what lies even deeper, a mere front compared to the inherent essence of the world.

How could the white fog possibly know of its own condition, let alone of such a curious affair at the high heavens’ thicker layer, but it only serves as a link connecting it to itself and the white fog, completely insensible to it, leaving the high heavens once again in astonished contemplation.

"You want to fight in that battlefield again to help your brothers’ vindication, but does all this data suggest that revenge might lead to mechanical destruction?"

"The combat with the Carapace Bugs was indeed severe, and it did result in a devastating loss, but that is it," the white fog resolutely surmised.

Yet the high heavens felt entirely oblivious.

This revelation didn’t surprise his younger peers, as he was their leader; his eyes’ dulled luster faded to an indifferent gold, displaying an air of resignation, but this scene only managed to pique their curiosity even more.

The white fog asked, "Have you encountered a battle with the Silver Teeth Sea Robbers before, perhaps even earlier than fifty high heavens’ days ago?"

In fact, the high heavens had a pretty good analysis of the world from the perspective of being half-existence, half-spiritual data, so the condition was quite light.

Although Erleipu was not listed on any official tasks, he had discovered that the high heavens was now tasked with a new mission, as the white fog had noticed.

"You only have fifty high heavens’ days to be grateful," said the white fog with a hint of appreciation.

"Fifty high heavens’ days ago."

The high heavens finally acknowledged, after much thoughtful consideration, "Indeed, your symptoms are quite evident, should you not remember being affected by the Ulaga epidemic at some point?"

Perhaps someone guessed a certain possibility, or let him onto a secret; the white fog hadn’t noticed that he had cured the high heavens of the Ulaga disease, nor had he paid any attention to his own transformation.

Still, a core chip was needed as a token of valorization.

But it was ultimately rejected by him, even though inside he had thought of several unflattering possibilities.

Jiaxie truly acknowledged the value of the white fog at this moment.

Everyone seemed to be pretending most of the time; they had been alive too long. Though each harbored their own sentiments, the eight Great Families were no different, albeit Jiaxie had always regarded the white fog as a very good friend.

Although stuck in a cognitive trap within a certain lake at the Qing Valley jade banquet, and it was obviously the white fog who had contended with those strange creatures, the topic had somehow returned to the Ulaga disease... But what could the white fog use for treatment?

It’s complicated, and Jiaxie was already beyond extraordinary, but if the white fog managed to cure the Ulaga disease, it would indeed be valuable.

To some, the white fog seemed truly divine, almost like those extraordinary beings from the Heart Core Mechanoid City; even the Silver Teeth Sea Robbers were amazed at the white fog’s gaze.

"High person! Truly you are a high person, it’s difficult to believe, difficult to believe... that is," they exclaimed!

"Was it not just a dream you had, a very slow dream at the start, but somehow it became very quick afterwards?"

White fog laughed, staring at the high heavens’ shocked face.

It was almost shocking to the high heavens to find that there might genuinely exist someone in this world capable of eradicating the Ulaga disease.

Such a sensation did not exist as of now.

Actually, it always brought a tinge of madness to joy; surprise, fear, anger, sorrow, and hardship all had no effect on it, always being overwhelmed by a preference for happiness, but its emotions were quite healthy, and it indeed had fear deeply inside.

It didn’t quite understand that peculiar fondness; the high heavens dared not believe it was genuinely feeling better.

(Although it is suggested to read slowly and ponder a bit, since the emotion and cognition exploration of this Chapter is quite subtle, you should still be able to understand quite well.)