Abyss Solo
Chapter 391 - 183 Ship Name: Dongfeng

Chapter 391: 183 Ship Name: Dongfeng

Swelling, numbness, pain.

When Yang Ming opened his eyes again, these three sensations flooded his entire skull in turns.

The points of knowledge had magically become a part of his memory, leaving Yang Ming astonished yet unable to hold back his amazement.

There were many ways to erase memories, such as targeted destruction of neuron structures, interference with brain bio-signal transmission, or more crudely, directly scraping off part of the brain tissue.

But to stuff so much information into his own brain and even construct a long-term memory, allowing him to obtain related common knowledge just through ’thinking and recalling,’

this...

Damn, if this technology had existed when he was struggling through nine years of compulsory education, wouldn’t it have been much more convenient!

Uh, not quite right; after developing such technology, there would be no need to struggle with education, as the level of knowledge and cognition among the populace would be comprehensively improved.

This was probably the prototype of a high-civilization societal form?

Yang Ming thought again of that superficially intelligent mechanized Twilight in the "Abyss"—just a city, with the city itself hiding some technologies and special materials.

Now, it finally seemed like a bit of advanced inheritance.

Before Yang Ming walked out of this building, he deliberately wandered around half a circle inside.

—This was a good habit he had cultivated in gaming, looking for treasure boxes in life scenes.

There was nothing unexpected here.

Inside the building, apart from those pools behind him, there were bookshelves filled with equilateral triangle elements.

He saw many books, but when he tried to pick up a book to read, his fingers passed through it, and then a circle of ’stars’ spread out around him, streams of information like murmuring streams flowed into Yang Ming’s mind.

Finished reading.

Yang Ming:...

According to their basic theory, in the material world, matter and energy are different ways of interpreting information, but many concepts of information are defined, the essence of the universe is information, but the universe itself has no truly valuable information, everything is a randomly appearing sequence of rules in a chaotic, unordered backdrop...

Yang Ming closed his eyes and thought quietly for a while, soon casting aside these things not helpful to his current stage.

At the current stage, the caliber of cannons and the number of ships were more important.

Yang Ming planned to leave this building and then find the examiner for a chat.

The first time he came here, he had wheedled for months, just to get more benefits to strengthen himself.

—Otherwise, how could the Feinan be so useful?

Now he had grasped the lifelines of the three old machines, mastering the ’technology password,’ so long as he spoke with them for a few days and nights, he might obtain unexpected gains.

Unfortunately, the examiner, Tomb Guardian, and Patroller did not give him a chance to repeat his old tricks.

As Yang Ming stepped out of that equilateral triangular door, a light screen appeared before his eyes.

He immediately stepped back half a step, and the light screen moved forward on its own, directly ’filtering’ Yang Ming in.

Again, that familiar loss of sensation.

A few seconds later, Yang Ming opened his eyes, already in a silver-white space.

Under his feet was a translucent floor, crisscrossed with fibril conduits like capillaries, through which colorful points of light flowed.

This was... the bridge of the Star Patrol Ship earlier?

Yang Ming looked around.

It had completely changed, with no rearward-captain’s platform or the Sherman Empire’s warship’s iconic ’fire control room,’ an extremely streamlined style.

It was as if the bridge area of the Feinan had expanded three times.

Ahead were two control consoles with simplistic panels.

Due to the powerful firepower of this ship, must the firepower control system be isolated independently?

Looking from the left driver’s console counterclockwise, he could see some familiar instruments; the requirements he raised the first time had been perfectly integrated into this ship, occupying only a small part of the bridge.

The left corner was designed as a semi-isolated rest area, later furnished with a set of U-shaped sofas, two stereo projection devices, and a rotating small coffee table, it could bring a nightclub atmosphere aboard the ship.

Of course, these were unimportant details.

The Particle Transmission Machine no longer took the central position, designed and placed in the right region, flanked by two emergency medical cabins.

Was it Yang Ming’s illusion or did the Particle Transmission Machine seem much larger now?

Could it transmit two at once?

This required Lyu to explain.

"Lyu?"

Yang Ming called out, but received no response.

Had she not completed her learning?

Yang Ming was not in a hurry, walking to the front control console and peering outside.

The ship was still near the entrance, outside were evenly dispersed tiny particles, looking down from the large forward window, Yang Ming’s fist suddenly tightened.

Excitingly tightened.

Below was that somewhat exaggerated arc-shaped ground ship structure!

Main cannon?!

If this arc was part of a circle or ellipse, the main cannon’s caliber already exceeded seventy meters!

Yang Ming almost jumped up, left and right in front of the forward windows, constantly confirming the main cannon caliber of this ship.

Since Lyu had not returned yet, Yang Ming dared not tamper with the operations and could only assess it through this primitive visual inspection.

He ran out of the bridge, exploring along the left and right circuits, finding the symmetrical ’wing’ areas.

Those Mechanical Guards had no changes, also undertaking standby procedures at this moment. —The little thoughts of Lyu were naturally easily seen through by the three old machines.