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53 崩 Beng Tie: What Should I Do If Fuli Hits Porcelain at the Beginning? Floating Life, Floating Life702k WordsOngoing 58.4kReads8.4Score5.1kShelves

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54 为 Best Wishes for the Future of Bengtie No Dreams1.3M WordsOngoing 6Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Collapse of Iron Future Line, You Should Look Forward Chapter 383 Extra: The Song of the Black Tower: Divinity, Reason and the Hammer (1) A place on the edge of the universe, a place on the edge of the universe, a place completely designed and built by the Black Tower, with countless "dolls" as the main "residents", called "Black Tower City", strange, self-sufficient, mobile, modular, and composed of countless precision machinery, energy circuits, knowledge databases, and countless "Black Tower" dolls Composed of a space city. Black Tower City is not a cold mechanical fortress. On the contrary, it is full of something strange and "vital". The streets are filled with Black Tower dolls of various models, sizes, functions, and even subtle differences in personality. Some hurried past with data tablets in their hands, murmuring something in their mouths; some were in small groups, arguing fiercely in the public "Thinking Square" about the meaning of the thousandth decimal place of a certain cosmological constant; some "casual" dolls were on the "simulated sun lawn", basking in the non-existent "sun" with artistic gestures that were completely inconsistent with the laws of physics, or playing with each other with tumbling ropes (using nanofibers) with precision robotic arms... The air is filled with the faint smell of engine oil, pheromones, and some kind of... Indescribable, "black tower" style, "rationality" and "chaos" intertwined, "vitality". At this moment, in front of the entrance to the "Narrow Room of Fate", the core, most secret area of ​​"Black Tower City" with the most violent energy fluctuations, the Black Tower's true body (her real body, or in other words, the one with the highest authority and closest to the "prototype", a unique "doll" with purple eyes shining with profound wisdom and "desire to explore" that far exceeds any doll), is standing there quietly. She was wearing a simple, dark research robe with subtle energy lines, and her purple eyes calmly stared at the constantly twisting and rotating area in front of her, which was composed of countless mathematical formulas, physical models, logical chains, and the brilliance of pure knowledge. It was an unstable entrance to a higher-dimensional "cognitive field" - the "narrow space of fate." This is a "window" or "channel" that she used the nearly infinite computing power of "Black Tower City" and her deep understanding of the "intellectual" destiny to forcibly open up between the real universe and the "intellectual" destiny. It is extremely unstable and dangerous, but allows her to observe more "closely" and even try to "communicate" with the star god who is in charge of "intellectual". Today is the 39,800th time she has tried to "visit". "Let's get started." The voice of Black Tower was calm and calm, as if he was just talking about a very ordinary thing. She took a step forward, and her figure was instantly engulfed by the twisted light of knowledge. Inside the narrow space of life, there is no space, no time, and no matter. There is only "information", "concepts", "logic" and "knowledge" itself that are endless, endlessly flowing, constantly born, destroyed and reorganized. They are like the nerves and blood vessels of the universe, appearing, flowing and colliding in their purest form here. When the consciousness of an ordinary life (even a powerful destiny walker) enters this place, it will be instantly washed away by the endless torrent of information into the most basic data residue, or it will be assimilated by an overly large and complex "concept" and lose itself. But the consciousness of the Black Tower itself is protected by a silver-purple, film-like halo composed of the huge computing power of "Black Tower City" and her own unique extreme control over information. She is "moving forward" in a certain "direction" with difficulty but firmly in this craze of knowledge. I don't know how long I have been "moving forward", it seems like a moment, but it also seems like hundreds of millions of years. The torrent of "knowledge" ahead suddenly became "slow down", forming a relatively "static" and huge "platform" or "hall" composed of the brilliance of pure reason. At the "end" of the hall, there is a "being" suspended. It was an incomparably huge mechanical head, made entirely of some incomprehensible, seemingly "solidified" knowledge and logic itself, exuding a constant, cold, emotionless, pale white light. It has no facial features or decoration, just the simplest, geometric, head shape that perfectly conforms to some ultimate "rational" and "efficiency" aesthetics. Its surface is constantly flowing with microcosms and torrents of all the knowledge and information that have been "recorded" or "deduced" since the birth of the universe, and possibly even before. Countless thin strips of light, composed of pure logic and mathematical symbols, extend from the "back of his head" and submerge into the endless void of knowledge around him, as if they are its "nerves" or "data lines", connecting the knowledge network of the entire "intellectual" destiny. The star god of wisdom and knowledge, the doctor. In other words, it is a "projection" or "interface" that is passively displayed here due to the "narrow room" and "audience" ceremony of the black tower. The conscious body of Black Tower (showing the form of her doll) stopped very far away from the mechanical head. Even with the computing power protection of the "Black Tower City", facing the Star God who is in charge of the origin of "intellect", she can still feel a sense of insignificance and oppression from the depths of her soul regarding "infinity" and "absolute". But in her eyes, there was more of a burning, undisguised, "exploration" and "desire." There was no salute, no humble greeting. She just raised her head, "gazing" at the huge mechanical head with her purple eyes that seemed to be able to penetrate all mysteries, and then, in a calm voice, but full of power and questions, she asked the question that she had tried 39,800 times, spent a lot of "Black Tower City" computing power, and even risked her own consciousness being assimilated, to get the answer: "What is divinity?" "What is it?" For reason?" Her voice echoed in this "hall" composed purely of knowledge and logic, but it did not cause any "ripples." It seems that her question is too "simple", too "meaningless", or... Too "complex" and "contradictory" for the existence in front of her that represents the sum of knowledge and ultimate rationality in the universe, so that it cannot be "answered" with existing logic that is consistent with "rationality". The mechanical head still floats quietly, the pale light flows constantly, and the torrent of knowledge on the surface continues to surge. No answer. There is not even a sign of "watching" or "perceiving" the existence of the Black Tower. Silence. Stifling, absolute silence. This silence is itself a kind of "answer". An "answer" that declares an absolute and insurmountable "person" and "gap". In front of the real Star God who controls the origin of "intellect", even a genius like Heita, her questions, her explorations, and her "rationality" seem so... "Human" and "childish". A cold "feeling" that seemed to completely freeze, engulf, and assimilate her consciousness, her "self", and all the "rationality" and "desire for knowledge" she insisted on into an insignificant speck of dust in this endless torrent of knowledge began to spread from all around. That is the coldness of "divine nature" and the indifference and potential assimilation of "absolute rationality" to "individual will". Danger. Just at the edge of the black tower's consciousness, the silver-purple protective halo began to fluctuate extremely slightly and unstablely, as if it might be crushed by the absolute silence and "divine" oppression at any time - an extremely weak, but extremely clear, and full of some kind of... Absurd, vitality, "sound", and "waves", unexpectedly However, along the computing power connection between her and the "Black Tower City", against the torrent of information in the "narrow path of life", it "passed" in tenaciously! Is that... Singing?

55 炼 After Refining My Energy for a Hundred Thousand Years, I Am Already Invincible Ding ChengjinEastern Fantasy209k WordsCompleted 125Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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