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Chapter 334 - 253: Digitalized World

Chapter 334: Chapter 253: Digitalized World

"Transferring humans to live in the digitalized world is indeed an interesting idea, but how can you ensure that ’Cocoon’ won’t destroy your servers along with it?"

As a businesswoman, He Ya had to ask.

If Eisenberg-Adler’s research truly became a reality in the future, then she would have to expand her business into the digitalized world, which might involve a new trade system, a new commercial system.

She supported Eisenberg’s plan, for it would keep her life enriching for a long time to come.

The current trade had reached its peak, and wealth was just a pile of cold numbers for her, and it was getting harder and harder for exciting deals to come by, which made He Ya couldn’t help but think about starting a small account.

"I would like to answer you, but I don’t know."

Eisenberg-Adler answered honestly, as all of this was still based on theory, and he did not know what the future would hold.

Any new technology would face countless failures.

The Judge, the super server with great expectations, was also in an untested state.

Eisenberg had only completed the first step of the plan. He Ya said he only had three months left, and he had to debug the server and hand it over to someone trustworthy within these short three months.

"Morgan VII hasn’t kept the agreements between us."

Even though they were both from the Shan Clan and his mentor was Morgan VII’s close friend, there was only a naked relationship of use between them; the so-called rescue of the family was nothing more than transferring him from one prison to another.

This weighed heavily on Eisenberg’s mind, "He doesn’t plan to share his knowledge about the digitalized world and servers with me."

Morgan VII, as an insider user of this technology, his data was crucial, it could save a lot of time for him, but he did not follow the agreement, letting the Specters bring this information data to this planet.

On the issue of the "Cocoon," the family was more optimistic than he was.

Morgan VII believed that doomsday was merely nonsensical talk, and once they gained control over the power of the "Cocoon," they would be the ones to rule.

Eisenberg did not know where their confidence came from; he could only attribute it to the innate nature of the Shan Clan People.

Shan Clan People always have an inherent confidence; even without a basis in reality, they firmly believe they will be on the winning side.

This bravado often caused them to shine in business deals and gambling, but sooner or later, it would also be their downfall.

"We can only rely on ourselves now."

Eisenberg mused.

"What do you mean by ’we’?" He Ya raised an eyebrow, "I don’t remember agreeing to help you debug the server."

"I understand, but until Judge stabilizes, you’ll also have to stay here."

To realize these theories, Eisenberg would not hesitate to use anyone, no matter what their status was.

Duan Mingyuan and He Ya were backup options, meaning that even if Judge completely lost control, there was still a possibility to salvage the situation.

"He’s right."

The silent Duan Mingyuan spoke, "We have been drawn into it."

While listening to Eisenberg’s conversation with He Ya, he had been studying the changes the digitalized world could bring, which were not limited to a change in geographical location.

As he spoke, a pickaxe with a jet-black sheen appeared in his hand. In front of them, he struck the experimental table with it.

The table did not follow the laws of physics to get a hole from the pickaxe; instead, it made a "thunk" sound effect, and then scattered into a pile of materials like fairy scattering flowers. Eisenberg and He Ya saw the eerie icon of the materials and the quantity marked next to it with "x20."

Then, all the materials were absorbed by Duan Mingyuan and disappeared in an instant.

?!

"How did you do that?"

Eisenberg and He Ya asked in unison, with Eisenberg even excitedly standing up from his chair, carefully touching the table and chairs several times to confirm their material was no different from usual.

"It wasn’t difficult."

Duan Mingyuan then showed the two other results of his research. He walked to an empty space in the corner of the lab, pondered for a while, and then picked up a hoe to strike the air, and a brand-new iron bookshelf appeared out of nowhere before them.

But Duan Mingyuan was not satisfied with this; he searched the lab, moved a chair, and knocked the ceiling’s incandescent light into materials with a hoe. When he created a light bulb next to the summer heat, a satisfied smile finally appeared on his face.

"Lend me the hoe for a moment."

He Ya instantly jumped in front of Duan Mingyuan, but the hoe was too big for someone who was a subunit of a cellular drone. She hardly managed to carry the hoe back to the table and imitated Duan Mingyuan’s method, striking the table with it.

But nothing happened.

The experimental table was neither damaged nor scattered into materials.

"Your proficiency isn’t high enough."

Duan Mingyuan pointed out the problem. This black pickaxe was the highest-level item he could find so far; it had the ability to both dismantle and create.

To use this tool proficiently, he also spent a lot of effort.

"What proficiency, don’t talk about yourself like a veteran; we came in here together!"

He Ya complained discontentedly, not understanding why Duan Mingyuan could always adapt immediately to new forms of energy.

Could it be that his special trait was "Adaptability"?

"It’s common sense."

"Bang—!"

Before the words even finished, the small hexacopter drone suddenly crashed to the ground, struggling several times without being able to take off again.

"What did you do to me? Why can’t I move all of a sudden?"

"Sorry, I haven’t quite figured out the giving system here; I accidentally gave too much, and you must be overloaded now. Try to throw off the excess weight first."

Under Duan Mingyuan’s guidance, He Ya’s body began to spray out items continuously.

"What is all this stuff!"

He Ya lost control of her emotions as she watched the mountainous pile of wooden planks emerging from her body.

No wonder she couldn’t move just now; she had suddenly gotten hundreds of wooden planks attached to her body!

The "x99" numbers beside her were making her blood pressure soar.

"Wooden planks are the most basic crafting material, perfect for practicing proficiency. It’s not a waste, as they will eventually come in handy."

This knowledge was all thanks to Jiuyue.

Duan Mingyuan didn’t normally play games, but a while back, when the game store had a sale, Jiuyue bought several multiplayer games and even filled up his inventory with buy-one-get-one-free deals. He learned this knowledge through some casual building games. When he and Jiuyue played games, Jiuyue would build the equipment and start running around the map, while he would stay at the camp, turning raw materials into basic materials and then neatly organizing them into different boxes.

However, he didn’t manage to keep at it.

Because whenever Jiuyue came back, he would dump the items he looted from monsters all over the place. Seeing unrelated items mixed into the well-organized boxes sent Duan Mingyuan’s blood pressure through the roof.

To avoid joining the high blood pressure club at a young age, Duan Mingyuan promptly ended his gaming career.

However, in the eyes of artificial intelligence, this might very well be what the world was always like.

Not just objects, but even humans, could be processed in a data-driven way.

"Wait a minute, did you create a few hundred wooden planks while we were just talking?"

"Wooden planks can be converted into three of the most common materials, it’s not a waste."

"That’s not the point!"

"Exactly."

Even Dr. Eisenberg couldn’t help but chime in.

The production and use of hundreds of wooden planks was not significant; the most critical issue was, "Where did you get all this wood from?"

"Your question is completely irrelevant."

"No, it’s very important. The digitalized world also follows certain rules, and equivalent exchange is one of its principles," Eisenberg said seriously.

Just like a moment ago, Duan Mingyuan could turn a lab bench into a pile of materials and then reassemble them back into a lab bench, but the quantity of materials remained the same, neither increasing nor decreasing.

But with these few hundred wooden planks, it was different. Duan Mingyuan did not adhere to the principle of equivalent exchange and somehow produced several hundred pieces of wood out of thin air.

"Borrowed."

While studying the digitalized world, Duan Mingyuan found a place storing a vast amount of materials, where nearly every raw material he could imagine was readily available.

He guessed that this must be the storage box of the Judge’s camp, and he normally used these materials to build prisons.

At this moment, He Ya sneakily picked up a hoe and crept behind Eisenberg.

She also had an experiment she wanted to carry out.

"duang!"

With a notification sound, Eisenberg trembled violently.

His head was not smashed into a hole by the hoe, nor was it bloody, just a "-25" number slowly floated up above his head.

Immediately after, the old professor blacked out and fell to the ground, looking as if he had died.

Correspondingly, a yellow column of light rose from He Ya, seemingly an effect of leveling up.

"The hoe’s attack is 25."

He Ya concluded, "Eisenberg-Adler’s life points are less than 25. Humans, so fragile."