"The Planet Devourer is the 'last life' left over from the last cosmic epoch."

In the Vault Dweller's inner "planetary library", Mason admires the miniature galactic device in front of him, which has gathered all of Brainiac's intelligence.

He whispered to Ciri, who was beside him:

"At that time, Uncle Tun was trapped in the 'Ark of Doom' made by their tribe due to an accident, and he accidentally survived the change of extinction, and after countless hours, he woke up in a new era.

Because of the destruction and rebirth, Uncle Tun was given a certain 'symbolism'.

Can you understand? Healy.

The Devourer of Planets is the last man of the previous epoch and the first life to be born of the new epoch.

Therefore, in the current cosmic era, Uncle Swallow is given the authority to devour the planet by the will of the universe, which is his symbolic meaning of 'destruction'.

And when He is fully fed, he transforms from a symbol of destruction into a communicator of life, bringing a new era to the universe.

Brainiac is mimicking this process! ”

Mason glanced back at the Skurulls kneeling and pleading behind him.

Empress Vikran knelt behind Mason and pleaded, saying that she could give everything she could, hoping that Mason would not destroy their planet.

With Buttermoss already in control of the spaceship system, Mason only needs to say a word, and the complex system in front of him can be forcibly cracked to complete the "end of everything".

Ignoring the hateful and pathetic fellows, the captain went on to explain for the frowning Ciri:

"Lao Bu must find his perfect body, which can give him the possibility of surviving the destruction of the era, and then when the epoch change occurs, these worlds that he has properly collected will be released into the new era and become the first life in the new universe.

In this way, he will also be given the same symbolism as the Devouring Star in the destruction and rebirth of the universe.

In this way, he will become the cosmic deity in the next era of stars.

It's a neat approach, and it does have a certain amount of enforceability.

Once successfully executed, Brainiac can cross the limit of life forms that are impossible to cross, no wonder Lao Bu has put so much thought into this matter

I underestimated him.

This guy's ambitions are too big. ”

Mason lamented:

While others were still preoccupied with the impact time that would occur at the end of the epoch, Brainiac had set his sights on the future.

Worthy of being a level 12 intelligent being, he has carefully designed a path to godhood for himself, and I suspect that he joined the Hope Council to advance his own plans.

But that's also a flip proof of a point."

Mason looked up at the little light emitted by the operation of this "miniature galaxy" in front of him, so magnificent and magnificent, and he whispered:

"Brainiac's level 12 intelligence has calculated the final outcome of the shock event, no world will survive, and everything will be extinct.

Hopefully, the Council's brutal logic of 'the leftover is king' is wrong!

Brainiac has already sentenced this theory to death with practical actions. ”

"It's unimaginable."

The scene and Mason's explanation shook Ciri's heart greatly.

As a scheming doer, she struggled to imagine the full extent of Brainiac's grand plans, but what she saw was enough to make her pessimistic about the future.

Even with fear in his heart, he subconsciously reached out and held Mason's hand.

The captain glanced at her, feeling a hint of warmth in Ciri's cold hand between his fingers, and then he said to Buttermoss:

"Are you going to inherit Brainac's plan? Do you want to push this path to godhood to the final stage? ”

"No, I'm not so obsessed with becoming a god."

The god of hackers laughed, and he confessed:

"I just took a fancy to these worlds that were carefully selected by Brainiac, the eyes of the cosmic conqueror are very high, and the nearly 10,000 worlds that exist here have unique civilization characteristics and great potential for exploration.

And we're data life, Mason.

We don't need to rely on flesh and blood to survive, this trait gives us an advantage over you flesh and blood lifeforms, and we have a much better hope of surviving the impact to the end than you.

But we also need to think about the follow-up.

I mean, if we do survive this catastrophe, if there is really a next era waiting, then we can't start our lives in a new era as a data ghost.

We need carriers."

Bartmoss paused.

He manipulated the console in front of him to create an optical projection, projecting his human form next to Mason, holding a mug and pointing to the miniature universe in front of him, and said to Mason and Ciri:

"These worlds are the future I have chosen for all the data lives in cyberspace, and when we take over the system, we will start fine-tuning and transforming it.

Choose some of the worlds that meet the requirements to rebuild the 'downloader', and if we survive until then, then we will have a new world and civilization.

Will you stop us from moving? Mason. ”

"Why should I stop it?"

Mason asks rhetorically:

"Everyone is struggling to survive in this dark age, everyone has their own understanding of self-help plans, and I can't guarantee that my plans for the future can be implemented, so who is qualified to dictate other people's survival plans?

Actually, it's too late to see that you have your own complete plan.

Why don't we discuss? ”

He popped out a cigarette with one hand and put it in the corner of his mouth, jokingly saying to Buttermoss's projection:

"If I fail, if my world and I fall in the middle of the journey, we may be able to upload our consciousness to the world of Divine Opinion and join your 'Ark of Doom' project in search of a chance to survive.

You won't dislike us then, will you? ”

"We are absolutely welcome!"

Bartmoss replied in a serious tone:

"Actually, this is also the second purpose of my contact with you, although Ott has a high opinion of you, I have to meet with you in person to confirm if you are a good partner.

Although the options were different, the purpose was the same.

If your efforts fail, then we are happy to 'resurrect' you in another way, using your wisdom and courage for us.

When this is over, I hope you can visit Night City. ”

The god of hacking sent an invitation to Mason, saying:

"We'll talk about this when the time comes, bring your teammates and allies along, and let's talk openly and honestly."

"I'll ask in advance."

Ciri, next to Mason, looked up and asked:

"Do we need to plug a data interface into our head to do the 'data ascension' like you?"

"No, no, Miss Ciri."

Butmoss was amused, and the projection of the hacker god pointed to the surrounding machines, saying:

"Brainiac's bio-neuroscience can be used by us, and you can see how he uses his consciousness to control the entire fleet.

After this technology is popularized, the era of prosthetics in the brain will come to an end.

Of course, this will require the continued efforts of our scientific and technological staff, but I am sure it will not drag on for long. It's time for you to leave, I'm going to close the Vault Dweller ship for internal repairs.

The Sentinel had destroyed the engine, and it would be a big job to fix it.

Oh, yes, Mason.

You can sit on the Throne of the Machines and play before you go back. ”

The god of hackers waved his hands goodbye, and then squeezed his eyes and said:

"I'm also curious to see what level of intelligence you're going to be judged on, and besides, I've tried, I'm a level 11 intelligent life, one level below Brainiac.

It's disappointing. ”

"Okay, let's see."

Mason snorted, turned back to the Skrulls behind him, and said:

"I will not destroy your world, but you must not leave the crimes you have committed in the past as if they did not happen, Vikland, go and gather all your people and leave this world with me.

Next, you will have to give your strength and talent to another mission.

I'm willing to give you a chance, but if you don't cherish it yourself, then I don't mind handing you all over to Utopia, my compatriots are interested in you. ”

With that, Mason and Heery strode out of the place.

Harley was already waiting for the two of them at the entrance to the main control room, the cutie chewing bubblegum and carrying her newfound N-metal warhammer, looking unusually sturdy, and the two dogs lying at her feet and biting the mechanical arm of Brainiac's clone in their mouths to play with teethers.

At the sound of Mason's footsteps, Harley looked back with joy but then turned cold.

Mason looked at his girlfriend in surprise, and then looked down in hindsight, Ciri's hand was still in his hand, and he hurriedly let go.

This made Hallie snort and turn her head away from Mr. K.

She was angry.

The kind that has to be coaxed to be good!

"Let's take a look at something fun."

Mason stepped forward and pushed Harry, who pouted and could hang the oil pot, to the mechanical throne in the main control room, and he whispered a few words to Harley, and Robin looked at the strange chair in front of her with some suspicion.

Later, at Mason's urging, Harley climbed up on her own, and quickly came to the conclusion from the blue arc scan overhead:

"Standard humanoid creatures, low intelligence, mental diseases are difficult to cure, brain-opening, full of potential, and comprehensively judged to be a seventh-level conventional intelligent life."

"Huh? Only level seven? ”

Harley was immediately dissatisfied.

She knew that Brainiac was a level 12 intelligent being, and that the difference of five levels made her feel like a fool, so she scolded the machine for something wrong and brandished an N-metal warhammer to smash it open.

But soon, Hallie jumped down with a wicked smile and pushed her sweetheart to the throne, she wanted to see how smart her always smart little sweetheart was?

Maybe not as tall as her.

Mason was intrigued by this criterion for judging intelligent life, and Brainiac must have devised a very rigorous and ingenious set of criteria.

So he also lay down.

This time the blue beam scans took a very long time, as if Mason's "composition" was too complex to take more time to judge his description.

In the meantime, Harley had called out all the guys she thought were smart, and Doom, Reed, Zhang Parker, and others had all been called over by her to stand in a row waiting to set a standard for everyone's cleverness.

After nearly ten minutes of analysis, Mason's conclusion was issued:

"Non-standard humanoid creatures, chaotic bloodlines, long-term maintenance of mental high pressure, abnormal knowledge, medium degree of mental development, high potential, and comprehensively judged to be a ninth-level intelligent life.

The full potential unlocks at level 11. ”

"Ninth level, alas, it sounds so powerful!"

Harley's eyes lit up as she pulled Mr. K off the mechanical throne, and it was no wonder that her intelligence, which was two levels higher than herself, could coax her around, but Mason was not very satisfied with this judgment.

As far as he knew, under this standard of wisdom, Luthor was a ninth-level wisdom, and even the supersuper, who usually didn't use his brain at all, was evaluated as ninth-level.

But the potential to unlock the eleventh level of wisdom made him feel that he had a promising future.

But before Mason could be happy, Doom and Reed's wisdom judgments came out one after another, and both of these guys were level 10 wisdom, which made Mason's face fall suddenly.

Well, natural geniuses are awesome, no wonder they can join forces to break the data firewall written by Brainiac himself.

However, Zhang Parker is only at the ninth level to make people happy, and the guy who combines the wisdom of Peter and Dr. Otto is not smarter than himself.

"This judgment is obviously very vague."

Dr. Reed did not indulge in excitement because he had been judged high, but he carefully examined the criteria for judging intelligent beings, shook his head, and said:

"It's not just intelligence, but there are other influencing factors, so you can't just use data to judge who is smarter than whom, after all, everyone has their own areas of expertise."

"Non-standard humanoid creatures, low intelligence, polluted soul consciousness, magical body, mystical side knowledge, poor thinking, pessimistic mentality, complex feelings, gains and losses.

The comprehensive evaluation judged that it was a sixth-level intelligent life. ”

A new comment interrupted Dr. Reed's explanation, and everyone looked back speechlessly, the Hunter-sama lying on the Throne of Machines with a new limit of wisdom on his face.

With Harry's mocking eyes in her eyes, she gritted her teeth and pulled out the long sword at her waist to give the stupid machine a good look!

No matter how down-and-out you are, you can't be more stupid than Harley Quinn's neuropathy, right?

Everyone present was either level nine or level ten, and as a result, they were all level six, hey, this is the same embarrassment as being executed on the spot like a scumbag mixed with the top students, bastard!

"This thing must be broken!"

She screamed uncontrollably in a rare way:

"I'm going to give it a physical fix! How dare you laugh at me, unforgivable! ”

"A sixth-level intelligent creature is at the level of a normal person, it doesn't laugh at you, Ms. Ciri, calm down! Calm down! It's a science and technology twist. ”

A group of people comforted the irascible Ciri, and pulled the angry her out of the main control room, and then the Vault Dweller ship was completely closed and began to repair itself.

Ciri, who came out of breath, was full of resentment towards the world at this moment, and he didn't say hello to Mason, so he left angrily and went back to the Star Castle.

Hallie was happy with that.

She had always felt that there was some ambiguity between her little sweetheart and his long-legged female boss, but it shouldn't be like substantial progress.

After all, he is so cute and so well-behaved

"It's a fight! There's a fight over there! ”

Mason was about to leave when he heard the Phantom Cat, whose face was still bandaged, flickering, shouting to him:

"The two Hulks are fighting, Mr. Mason, you go and fight, that Black Hulk made King Hulk angry, and he said he was going to kill that imposter who was bent on death."

"Feel free to do it."

Mason had no interest in this, saying:

"Daddy Banner isn't that easy to get killed, and he still wants to kill himself. Strange, we need to talk. ”

He said to the sky.

In the next moment, a black shadow floated up and pulled Mason and Harley into place, and they rose out of the water and made them emerge in the dark realm.

Black Strange, who was sitting on the meditation carpet in front of him, stared at Mason with a very peculiar gaze, and then he raised his hands and patted them on his chest a few times, and said:

"Yes, a great performance, you did a feat that made me feel emotional. But I'm curious, Mason, and you have to restrain yourself from asking for help in a few crises when you only have to call me to end it.

Are you deliberately trying to show me what you're capable of?

Or is there something else going on? ”

"I just wanted to tell you, Stephen."

Mason stepped forward and sat down on another meditation mat, and said very seriously to the mighty Black Strange:

"I can do a lot without your involvement.

This is not a provocation, I just want to prove that our cooperation is equal, and there is no such thing as who asks for whom or who cannot do without.

This will also be our cooperation model in the future.

If you can accept it, the union between our two sides will officially begin? ”

(End of chapter)