At the Community's Supreme Academy of Sciences, a man with pale skin walked into the magnificent conference hall and came to the podium.
The hall was packed, and many important figures who did not belong to the Academy of Sciences were also present. There was silence in the hall, and the host said in a somewhat exaggerated aria: "Let us welcome the great Lord MacMillan back from the real dream! Lord MacMillan has made a decisive breakthrough in the real dream. This time he returns, Lord MacMillan He will tell us about the discoveries in real dreams and the extremely important significance of real dreams to us! Let us welcome the Great Lord again!!"
McMillan bowed slightly on the podium. Although he saluted, he was full of arrogance. He said in a somewhat strange tone: "Everyone here knows that I have insurmountable authority in real dreams. This is a gift given to me by the universe, or the real dream hopes that I can bring it enough hope. and salvation. After this world change, the long river of time has flowed back, the ruins of the past have turned into the current villages, and brand-new enemies, ape monsters, have appeared. We are all aware of these changes, but what we did not know before is that, Why is there such a change? Or from another perspective, what should we get from real dreams."
Several big shots looked like they were listening. What can you get from real dreams? In addition to new material forms and new structural formulas, is there anything else? I heard that the Federation has made major discoveries in real dreams, but the progress of the Community in this regard is far behind. Not to mention that it cannot be compared with the Federation, there is also a huge gap with the Dynasty.
Although MacMillan has countless reasons to be disliked, including arrogance, arrogance, arrogance, stupidity, weird aesthetics, and mental problems, he always claims that he can hear the voice of the Creator God, speaks unobtrusively, etc. , but in the increasingly important real dream, he has now become the only fig leaf of the community.
So far, the community is still at a loss in the development of the real dream, and they don't know what they want to do. It's just that they have to get involved in what the federation and the dynasty are doing.
Fortunately, McMillan, who was standing on the stage this time, didn't go too far. He just glanced at the audience with idiot eyes, and then gave the answer: "The real dream is to cultivate the kingdom of God!"
Amid the uproar, McMillan raised his hand and released a screen of light, making a holographic image appear in front of everyone. In the video, a group of ape monsters were besieging an explorer. However, the result of the siege was that the ape monsters were killed one by one, and some were even torn in half with their bare hands.
The explorer was naked from the waist up, and his steel-like muscles were extremely developed. The bulging muscles on his shoulders almost covered his entire neck. Despite his exaggerated muscles, his movements are still swift and flexible. He did not dodge most of the ape monster's attacks, and only blocked a few that were aimed at vital points. The ape monster's weapon could only leave a faint trace of blood on his body, perhaps less than one centimeter deep. But his counterattack was so fierce that he could crush the ape monster's neck bone with his bare hands.
"Maybe you don't recognize him anymore, this is Mark."
McMillan's words surprised everyone. Mark is McMillan's number one man, he is very powerful, and many people know him. But after all, his biological age has exceeded 70 years old, and his functions have inevitably begun to decline. How could he suddenly have such terrifying muscles and body?
McMillan said: "This enviable body of muscles is not a result of transformation or eating. It is just practiced bit by bit, after this change. This is Mark in reality."
The image switched to reveal a man lying in the medical cabin. He was still soaked in the nutrient solution and had obviously not returned from the real dream. At this moment, the data displayed in the medical cabin caused a small commotion in the hall. Most of the people present were top scientists. Those big shots who did not know the industry quickly understood the meaning of those dense numbers after the guidance of the experts.
Data shows that this man's metabolism is 20 times that of ordinary people, his muscle growth rate is 15 times, his comprehensive physical function index has increased by 17%, and his physical age has dropped from 72 to 65.
The reverse growth that human beings have always wanted to achieve has actually appeared like this.
"Although the evidence is not sufficient, I think I can already conclude: what real dreams want to give us is not technology, but extraordinary power from ourselves! Perhaps, we will see the birth of real gods in real dreams !”
Following McMillan's words, the image changed again, ending with McMillan smashing the head of an ape monster with his bare hands.
McMillan did not demonstrate his power live, but ended his speech with a mysterious and reserved smile.
Before the meeting ended, countless information poured into several training bases in the community, where candidate explorers were trained. There were originally more than a hundred candidates in the three bases, but they were all divided up in an instant. Even the last few people who were originally scheduled to be eliminated were booked by various forces.
Immediately afterwards, the heads of these training bases received calls, from companies, consortiums and even principalities. Each training base received a large amount of sponsorship, and the requirement was to triple the scale of training. At the same time, plans for a series of new bases began to be hatched.
McMillan was not surprised by this. He knew very well that what attracted people was not the exaggerated muscles and terrifying strength, but the sudden loss of 6 years of biological age. The people behind the scenes of many forces in the community are approaching the end of their lives, and nothing can make them crazy more than regaining their youth.
Real dream, swamp area.
The 10*10 mini camp has just survived a round of ape monster attacks. There are corpses of ape monsters everywhere around the camp, and the camp itself has also paid a heavy price. The sentry tower was knocked down and several gaps appeared in the walls. . In the small open space in the center of the camp, there were two sets of armors. This is a ritual among Federation explorers. Whenever someone dies after using up their last chance to fight, their comrades will bury their armor.
Everyone alive in the camp is injured. The seriously injured are treating their wounds, while the lightly injured are cleaning the battlefield and restoring vigilance.
The leader was sitting on the ammunition box, bandaging a wound on his leg. At this time, a soldier came over and said: "We have calculated that there are 600 corpses of ordinary ape monsters, and less than 100 have escaped. There are 12 of those particularly large ones, and they are all corpses. In addition, When we cleared the field, we found 16 spots and 22 returns."
The leader finally showed a smile and said, "It seems we will have new manpower soon."
The soldier gritted his teeth and said: "When the time comes, we will make more guns and more cannons to kill these monsters!"
At the Federal Center Base, Austin stood in front of a large map of the real dream, and the secretary next to him was reading the summarized report at high speed.
"...so far, there are 11 explorer teams with more than 3 people, and the largest team has more than 20 people. The surrounding teams have been ordered to move closer to them. Therefore, the teams have made gunpowder firearms, and some teams are developing artillery. . In the next development direction, 10 of the 11 teams will continue to develop technology and strive to achieve breakthroughs in automatic weapons. But the difficulty is still concentrated on the micro-master brain..."
Austin muttered to himself: "A cataclysm that occurs once every 10 days, a sudden appearance of ape monsters, and an early attack...Doesn't this mean we don't want us to develop technology properly?"
He suddenly turned around and ordered: "Send someone to the E24 contact point to inform Crassus and Kun that from now on, no gunpowder weapons are allowed to be used."
The secretary was surprised, but this was Austin's order, how could she dare to question it.
Austin added: "Is there no news about Hathaway yet?"
"No."
Austin frowned slightly, with a hint of worry.
At the same moment, the Dynasty base was in chaos. In the main base, a shrill voice kept echoing in the ward: "This is murder! Let me tell you again, I was murdered by my own people!"
The two uniformed men next to the medical cabin had to say: "If it's just what you just said, I'm afraid we can't confirm the crime you are charging."
The man was so excited that he sat up directly, but the weakness after the surgery made him fall down again. This made him even more excited and shouted: "How can this not be murder? He gave me something, I took it, and then he died! How can this not be murder?"
The two men in uniform looked at each other and said helplessly: "Okay, we have written it all down. You have a good rest first, and we will inform you when the investigation comes to a conclusion."
They left the ward and the doctor was already waiting outside the door.
"How is it?" asked the uniformed man on the left.
"The estimated damage is 7.5%, and the cumulative damage is 22%, which has reached the retirement standard." The doctor said.
Retirement is a euphemism, which means that the explorer is no longer qualified to continue entering the real dream world. The expressions of the two uniformed men immediately became much colder and they left in a hurry.
The person in charge of the second department was sitting in the office, looking at the stack of injury reports in front of him, his eyebrows almost knitted together. Since the world changed, the casualty rate of his explorers has exceeded 80%. In other words, most of the explorers have died once in just one disaster.
In front of him, there was a photo printed out based on the explorer's memory. On the screen, Chu Jungui and Lin Xi stood together.
The person in charge suddenly became irritated and slammed the photo on the table! He didn't understand, the real dream was so big, how could these two guys get together? So far, it is well documented that five of the second explorers died at the hands of Lin Xi. Although it was clear that only two people died at the hands of Chu Jungui, the person in charge suspected that most of the more than 30 unexplained deaths might be related to Chu Jungui.
He opened the communication channel, put on a smile, and his voice became enthusiastic, and said: "Old He? How many candidate explorers do you have for training? I want half of them first! What? They've all been ordered by one?! This It's against the rules!... In this way, Lao He, how many people are there in the base? Detain them all for me. I will send a warship to pick them up right away! I'll be there to support you! What? They were all taken away the day before yesterday?! One No one left?"
The person in charge took deep breaths several times before finally calming down a little and continuing the call: "When will the next batch of candidates be trained?"
A helpless voice came from the communication channel: "There will be no next batch... They took away all the training equipment..."
With a bang, the personal terminal hit the ground hard, and debris flew everywhere.
(End of chapter)
