Abyss Solo
Chapter 350 - 166 Target: Intelligent Mechanic Dusk_2

Chapter 350: 166 Target: Intelligent Mechanic Dusk_2

"Of course, it’s all up to you to decide. I’m just your little assistant."

Lyu said softly,

"I must remind you that although the three mentors came from a once high-dimensional civilization, that civilization has long disappeared in the course of cosmic development. The three of them might not have observed the Milky Way closely, nor are they omniscient and omnipotent Mechanical Gods."

"Lyu is somewhat more perfect compared to them," Lyu objectively commented.

Yang Ming was uncertain for a moment.

He was in a good position now. Whether it was developing the Luofeng Empire or Dark Star, he could ensure smooth passage through the first two assessments.

However, creating a third-level civilization before the third assessment posed quite a challenge.

—Referring to the current Milky Way, only the core regions of the powerful Four Great Powers could steadily pass the third assessment of the Intelligent Mechanic Dusk.

The longer the development time, the more likely it would be to pass the assessment later.

Of course, it was unlikely that the intervals were as short as five years. Civilization development does not result from overnight work, much less from a few years or decades.

Yang Ming carefully pondered once more, crossed his arms, slowed himself down, and slowly analyzed each point.

He paced for a while and then said slowly,

"If we want to uncover the truth, there’s actually another route—to go to older nations like the Sherman Empire or the Guel Alliance to find some relevant information.

This is not the first time that a low-level civilization has undergone trials and integrated into the main civilization of the Galaxy.

Even if high-dimensional civilizations cover everything, they might still leave some traces, such as a nation suddenly gaining a densely populated Administrative Star."

Lyu nodded affirmatively beside him.

Yang Ming continued, "But I can’t wait too long, spending time searching for these possibly existing records."

His eyes shone a bit as he spoke in a low voice,

"Lyu, I need to know the truth as soon as possible.

Only by confirming that everything I do is meaningful can I unwaveringly continue forward.

I’m willing to bear the extra pressure for my impatience in this matter."

Lyu said, "Boss, if my memory isn’t wrong, you have actually indirectly asked the three mentors."

"Yes, they just smiled and didn’t give me any answers, which makes me even more convinced that they must know something," Yang Ming said, "but I didn’t directly ask them at the time. I concealed my true secret: the fusion of individual consciousness in low-level civilizations."

Lyu shrugged, "You’re the boss; you decide. I support you unconditionally, and I’m also eager to see what new technologies of the Second Level and third-level civilizations those three mentors can provide."

"Let’s head out today."

Yang Ming said, "Clear the Feinan, set off from everywhere at any time... Hmm?"

Yang Ming turned to look at the cabin door, where 026 appeared in his sight, wearing a miniskirt and a midriff-baring bustier.

She had a brightly colored wig on her head and held two cheerleader pompoms. Upon seeing Yang Ming, she subconsciously covered her navel.

"Boss! Do you, do you want a cheer-up dance? I’ve learned cheering dances!"

Yang Ming:...

A few minutes later.

stood at the tail cabin of the transportation ship where Hera was, her lips quivering, almost on the verge of tears.

Although the boss ordered her to protect Miss Hera,

wasn’t this effectively an eviction order?

looked down at her attire, barely able to see her toes, and sighed in disappointment.

Tsk, too aggressive.

...

Allison was in a good mood.

He quietly sat in the corner of his usual old restaurant, slowly put down the book in his hand, and turned to look at the street scene outside the window.

His bodyguards blocked part of the scenery, which somewhat dampened Allison’s spirits.

Allison liked this corner of Minter City.

Minter City housed a staggering population, having truly achieved a layered structure from 300 meters underground to 1,200 meters above ground, separated by floating lanes.

This was very similar to his hometown.

Of course, the technological development of his hometown at that time couldn’t support the construction of extremely tall buildings.

But at least the bottom, the corners of the city’s edge, had the same atmosphere as the environment he lived in back then.

"Sigh—"

Allison squinted and smiled.

That Pikachu made him feel quite good, as the other party maintained sufficient vigilance.

When Allison deliberately used his hometown’s language to probe with the phrase "We have different divisions of labor between us," the person visibly flinched, then understood.

This was the best proof.

This test, meticulously designed by Allison, was launched suddenly, without warning, and the other’s reaction was completely reasonable.

There was no shock and no bewilderment, only frowning and slight reproach.

Not using the language system of his hometown is a subconscious protective behavior for his hometown.

Now that he confirmed the existence of a companion, what could he do?

Allison thought quietly.

It was evident that he could only chat with the other party, share worries, alleviate some anxiety, as the path he was on and the route he was managing were not suitable for sharing with the other party.

Allison had always pondered a question.

After his civilization formally joined the main civilization of the Galaxy through a supplementary exam, what kind of situation would it face?

Exploitation, war and slavery, brain drain...

He had to prevent this from happening.

In the New Federation’s political sphere, over the next twenty to thirty years, he would ascend to a position of real power step by step and form his own faction. Building a protective faction for an Administrative Star using the New Federation’s strong influence was not a difficult task.

Allison felt that this was the purpose of the existence of the Pioneer.

Buzz, buzz!

Allison’s network terminal vibrated continuously.

He didn’t like being disturbed at this time.

After checking the network terminal, Allison’s expression suddenly froze.

"Boss, our website has a third visitor. Here’s her information."

Allison concentrated on looking.

It was a young woman, with a few hints of confusion in her expression and eyes full of hesitation. Her surroundings were chaotic, likely a game hall.

The progress of the questionnaire below showed...

A 98% accuracy rate!

The only question she got wrong was the tactical question of the "Abyss" game.

"The third one?"

Allison’s eyes grew even brighter.

He had a bold idea... On his mother planet, that warm yellowy-brown glowing planet, a group of humans survived.

This was simply the blessing of the Constant Star God!

He was not alone!

Allison immediately sent a message to his subordinates, "Arrange to meet her in the Afterlife, using the way I used before."

"Got it, boss."

A few minutes later, Allison got into the back seat of his hover car.

His subordinates reported a message to Allison:

"Boss, the other party said she can’t go to the Free Federation; it’s too far for her, and the network equipment doesn’t allow it."

Allison frowned in thought.

Is she doing so poorly?

Allison contemplated carefully for over ten seconds and gave a relatively reliable order: "Set up a server for me, use virtual images to connect directly, and raise secrecy to the highest level."

"Got it, boss, we’ll start right away."

Meanwhile,

aboard the Feinan flying through the silent deep space,

as Yang Ming listened to Lyu’s urgent report, he felt a bit dizzy.

The third "player" had appeared?

The guy hiding in the New Federation’s Minter City cast a bait and caught two big fish?

Lyu laughed,

"Boss, I’ve already located the area where the third player is, inside the Guel Alliance. Should we go find her?

Her self-protection measures are a complete mess, and I’ve even dug up some tabloids about her personal doctor."

Yang Ming asked, "Finding her, can it help us understand the truth of this matter?"

"Most likely, it can’t," Lyu said, "she doesn’t seem to be in good mental health."

"First, head to Intelligent Mechanic Dusk," said Yang Ming, "whether these people are my rivals or my enemies, I’m confident to face them. What I need to know now is whether they are friends or foes; this is the priority."

"Understood. The course has been adjusted, and I’ll monitor her thoroughly."

Yang Ming smiled and looked at the familiar route map before him, slightly curling his lips.

The last time he went to Intelligent Mechanic Dusk, it took a lot of effort, walking and stopping, constantly searching.

But now, thanks to the excellent performance and powerful warp stability of the Feinan, it only took a few Galaxy Time to reach the airspace where Intelligent Mechanic Dusk was located.

I hope those three old men can provide some constructive advice.

"Activate the sixth warp as soon as we’re out of the nearby gravitational field."

"Yes."