Chapter 943: Chapter 943: Believe Me, Scientists Are the Real World Destroyers—Just Look at What They’ve Made
(There’s a new month, and it’s said there will be double at the end of the month, but... but I’m really afraid you’ll forget by then, so who will remind me to ask for monthly tickets at the end of the month? Also, if you have guaranteed monthly tickets, you can submit them early, or if you really think you might forget by the end of the month, submit them early too...)
Sandora and I returned safely, perfectly completing the database rescue mission, and along the way, we might have stumbled upon a shocking secret that was just big enough to scare the wits out of you, turning our mission into a victory worth celebrating, like a triumphant return.
Although up until now, I still felt all sorts of discomfort all over my body, and I’m not sure if I really ate something bad...
Even before we came out, Taville was already prepared outside. The whole deconstructed space had been detached from the research center and pushed to the conceptual edge of Shadow Space. The moment Sandora, Lin, and I safely exited, she activated the space abandonment process, and the remains of the deep-diving ship about to explode, together with the entire deconstructed space, were pushed into the Void, disappearing completely from the Main Material World within a thousandth of a second.
Subsequent tracking data showed that the debris exploded twelve minutes after entering the Void as expected. The intense energy shock destroyed several Void Probes that were tracking and observing, and the "echo" from the information storm reverberated in the Void for a full sixty minutes before gradually subsiding.
The deep-diving ship, in every sense, was a product of Old Empire Era cutting-edge technology. Its astonishing energy system and information capacity might have remained an unsolved mystery for us for a long time, and such a precious thing self-destructing like this is truly a pity.
Taville was therefore quite downhearted. If you had to say who was most upset about the loss of the deep-diving ship, it would be the bespectacled lady right in front of us who almost planned to marry the lab. She had been dealing with the remains of the deep-diving ship for half a month, with all kinds of research on the brink of breakthroughs. Perhaps if she had been given just a few more days, she could have gotten a lot of research results, but all of this turned into a bubble because of the deep-diving ship’s fatal accident. Such a huge blow, even the Xyrin Apostle couldn’t accept calmly. I understood this, but there wasn’t much I could do to comfort her. Perhaps the only thing that might reassure Taville a little is that at least the database was preserved, so some part of the research on the deep-diving ship could still continue.
After a tense half-day, everyone took a short break in the research center. Lin made an achievement today, though Yelsen mocked this Dragon God Girl, saying her only contribution today was flexing her muscles for half a day, but Lin still seemed very happy. Even her voice was a bit higher when she spoke: you have to know that Lin was usually a standard total bottom, who dared not raise her voice above ten decibels with anyone, and looking people in the eye for a moment could almost claim this timid spirit’s life. Yet now, she wore a bright, cheerful smile, happily greeting everyone. Seeing this, I couldn’t help but feel a little moved: just how bullied has this child been under normal circumstances...
"Lin was useful this time, wasn’t she?"
The Dragon God Girl seemed to have boasted enough to her mates, and eventually, she was sent over by Monina, who really couldn’t stand it, and thus she simply leaned over in front of Sandora and me, softly speaking with a proud tone, "I can complete missions too."
"So, have you never completed a mission before?"
I raised my eyebrow, looking at this somewhat dumb Dragon God Girl.
"Sometimes I mess things up," Lin embarrassedly scratched her head, as if afraid of being reprimanded and quickly apologized, "I know I’m a bit clumsy, but I really try to do well. Actually, I’m just strong, so if it’s just physical work, I’m really good!"
Somehow, I don’t quite agree with this statement, being strong might be considered an advantage, but this girl’s strength has evidently surpassed the scope of "advantage." During her days crashing at our place, I even thought this brute girl’s strength primarily served to drive local market needs and stimulate industrial development—do you know how many appliances we had to replace each month with a brute girl at home?
Of course, Lin performed well this time; she did indeed complete the mission outstandingly, but I think this was mainly because that energy plug was sturdy enough, had it been anything of slightly lesser quality that Lin fiddled with for an hour, we wouldn’t be celebrating now, but instead, surrounding her in a circle to hold a denunciation meeting for this dumb Dragon God.
"Speaking of which, how do we extract that database?"
After chatting with the Dragon God Girl who finally succeeded in doing something great, I turned to the somewhat downhearted Taville, bringing up the topic most likely to draw her attention.
Taville sat not far away on a sofa ahead to the side of Sandora and me; it took some persuasion to get her to sit obediently before us. At this point, she immediately leaned forward and replied, "Extracting the database isn’t difficult. All you need to do is enter the Void State again, and you’ll be able to sense the ’alien object’ within your spirit world, which is the database."
"Seriously, no matter how many times I hear it, I still find this thing extraordinary."
I curled my lips, feeling that Taville’s explanation was littered with oddities. Well, not just her explanation; my own psychological feeling was also somewhat peculiar. A database, a bizarre, table-sized object now hidden within my spirit world—according to Taville, it’s something I swallowed. The more I think about it, the more I feel weird about it. So, where exactly is that thing located on me?
I crazily started groping myself, fiddling for a bit when Qianqian curiously spoke, "Ah Jun, did you get heat rash?"
I was stunned, while Lin Xue seized the moment to quip, "He swallowed a database and feels he’s a bit allergic..."
Everyone: "..."
"Ahem, Your Majesty, you needn’t worry about such things," Taville coughed twice with a peculiar expression, "Due to the informational disruptions in the Void, the database was transformed into an information set after contacting you, stored in your Void state. This state is akin to how Alaya resides in your spirit world, without physical material-level impact, so you might as well pretend it doesn’t exist. As for extracting the database, that should happen in a few days. Based on the intel I have, it will temporarily decompose after being disrupted by the Void, then restructure as a mathematical model. This process takes five to seven days—at least that’s the theory."
"Just let me know what to do when the time comes, so I’m mentally prepared."
I said, thinking that vomiting medicine probably wouldn’t be necessary, as I hadn’t actually swallowed the thing, and Qianqian, beside me, had been gnawing on her fingers in thought for quite some time before poking my arm, "Ah Jun, should I scratch it for you?"
... This girl was already convinced I had a heat rash, and she probably wouldn’t be able to focus on anything else for a while.
"As long as we re-enter the Void Form, the rest can be left to my subordinates. I will guide it to the Material World."
Sandora, who had been silent and deep in thought, finally lifted her head and looked at Taville: "How much more do you know about that database? Please explain to us as simply as possible."
"As you wish, Your Majesty."
Taville nodded, stood up, and unfolded a large holographic projection screen in mid-air, instantly striking a pose that reminded me of my middle school math teacher — those glasses really had that headmaster vibe. Though, come to think of it, if my middle school math teacher had been one-tenth as beautiful and well-built as Taville, perhaps by now I would have been a college student in some prestigious university. Hmm, it turns out that when one’s mind relaxes suddenly after being highly tense, it’s easy to get sidetracked.
"The specific intelligence comes from the Red Moon Cube," Taville pointed to a large, indeterminate geometric shape on the holographic screen and gently adjusted her glasses, "After Lady Lin Xue issued a warning, the work on restoring and deconstructing the technology within the Red Moon Cube has been halted, but data extraction continues. We’ve obtained a lot of distorted technological data from it. These data are all based on fanciful mathematical models and implement them by wantonly twisting laws. The database discovered by the two Majesties is one such technological sample that has materialized in the real world. Although it has not passed mass production verification, as a prototype, according to the records in the Red Moon Cube, it has been completed for installation and trial use. It seems it was installed on the deep-diving ship.
This is the model of the database recorded inside the Cube, and it should be very similar to the database you discovered. As the data shows, it has no physical properties, thus no mass or hardness. It belongs to neither matter nor energy. Aside from confirming its existence, it cannot interact with the material world. From the outside, it looks like a crystal clear piece of Crystal with a silvery illusion — in reality, it has no color. The shape is not fixed, but with prolonged observation, its shape changes to follow a rule that only fluctuates between a regular octahedron and a regular hexakaidecahedron, which is the ’Phantom Database’s surface characteristic.
Now, about the storage principle of this fanciful creation, which is the most fascinating and surprising part: it records data through dimensional differences!
Its essence is actually in an ’absolute higher dimension’ that can only be explained by a mathematical model. This ’dimension’ does not exist in the real-world space, and can only become descriptive by piling up specific amounts of information and mathematical models. The database is this small segment of information located within this theoretical dimension, capable of storing information and outputting it into the real world after dimensional reduction — this description is quite abstract, so please wait a moment, subordinate will explain in detail.
In short, this is a very complex model, even though I’ve reviewed all available materials, now I only understand the rudimentary principles, but I can confirm that this thing has an infinite capacity."
"Infinite capacity?!" I burst out in surprise. If you had said that this thing had an astonishing capacity, even stating a number indescribable by mathematics wouldn’t shock me, as that would at least be imaginable. But you’re now saying there’s such a thing that isn’t networked, has a fixed size, can’t self-upgrade, yet holds infinite capacity, which is truly baffling — an infinite-capacity thing implies it could record endless content. How could such a database still be readable?! How do you retrieve information from it!
Taville seemed to have anticipated my astonishment, merely gave a faint smile: "Yes, infinite capacity, although this concept can’t be explained through the laws of reality, if established using a perfect mathematical model, the concept of ’infinity’ easily emerges. The technology within the Red Moon Cube is such that they are all founded on fanciful perfect models, alluring but destructively undermining the stability of the existing world. Take this database, it achieves infinite capacity through dimensional differences. To give an easy-to-understand example, in the world of mathematics, we can view a ’point’ as the most basic unit, then a line can encompass countless points because a point’s ’length’ is zero, a surface can encompass countless lines because a line’s ’width’ is zero, a volume can encompass countless surfaces because a surface’s ’thickness’ is zero, a higher dimension’s object can effortlessly record the unlimited amount of information from a space below one dimension, as regardless of how much these gather, the ’storage space’ they require, which is significant for a higher dimension, is zero."
The dimensional difference database is such a scientific miracle that can only exist in theory, constructed on mathematical models, a perfect device theoretically existing only in imagination. It connects to reality through a series of complex formulae, determining the main dimension of the current reality, then by metric conversions in the mathematical model, places itself in a layer of dimension higher than the current dimension, thus possessing infinite storage capacity for information from the real-world — like using a single plane to record how many lines it contains — infinitely, the sum of widths of infinite lines is still zero."
"I see why regular methods can’t interact with the database."
Sandora suddenly exhaled, a look of realization on her face.
"Things based on mathematical models certainly don’t align with the real world, and the database’s incompatibility lies in its dimension, it perpetually resides at a dimension one higher than current levels, in three-dimensional space, it’s a four-dimensional object, in eleven-dimensional space, it’s a twelve-dimensional object, no matter the interaction means, unless you’ve mastered the unique read-write frequency from the database’s inception, you’ll never reach it. Naturally, the Void is the only thing that can ignore any conditions to interact with the database, as the concept of dimension isn’t valid in the Void, in contact with the database momentarily it will ’solidify,’ then decompose into the most fundamental information...if this wasn’t a dangerous technology from the Red Moon Cube, it would indeed be the safest and most powerful storage device in history."
"But is that even possible?" I barely understood these abstract concepts, yet was still skeptical about the superdimensional database’s existence mechanism, "Look, no matter how developed the Imperial Technology, there’s a limit at any point in time, indicating even the early scientists had restricted control over dimensions, even if they created a twenty-dimensional world, there would be a twenty-first dimension limit. This database, however, can disregard any boundaries to increase its dimension over the current world by one, which is creating something uncreatable? I mean, isn’t this a paradox?"
"That’s why it’s the technology recorded from the Red Moon Cube; it’s full of paradoxes," Taville sighed, "A mathematical model is the only thing hard to limit by extremes; things impossible in the real world can exist in hypothetical models, that’s the terrifying aspect of Red Moon Technology, turning all paradoxes into possibilities. Utilizing a segment of closed information’s self-acknowledgment, this dangerous technology can distort the existing world’s rules, creating these things that pose significant hazards to world stability. According to my verification, while this database has successfully been created and can operate independently without compromising world completeness, it’s deeply flawed — another copy cannot be made. In theory, that’s how it is."
"Huh?" Sandora immediately glanced at Taville, "What’s the situation?"
I hurriedly cleared my throat: "Ahem, you wouldn’t truly plan on making another copy, would you? It is technology from the Red Moon, after all."
"Why not?" Sandora shrugged, "Technology in the Red Moon Cube was discarded merely due to the disparity between success rates and potential world harm, not an absolute impossibility of success. This database has been successfully created, indicating it belongs in that one percent feasible scientific technology, therefore shouldn’t be frivolously abandoned."
"But this indeed lacks replicability," Taville shook her head, "An object eternally exceeding current world dimensions cannot be constrained by it, meaning the database has uncontrollable ’overflow’ in the current world, ignored by the world barrier’s constraints, if a second database then emerges, regardless of their distance or whether they belong to the same world, they would cause a fatal conflict: which dimension is higher? The result is catastrophic. In theory, that’s how it works."
This whole discussion finally led to a sentence I could comprehend the best...
Sandora sighed in resignation: "Alright, let’s set aside the database matter for now, consider this incident resolved, I’ll leave the follow-up to Sivis. Lin Xue, sorry to trouble you, please check if the Red Moon Cube poses any new threats, every time we delve into knowledge related to this, trouble follows, so it’s better to be cautious."
Lin Xue waved a hand to signal understanding, muttering as she did, "Can’t throw it away, and can’t keep it, really frustrating."
Thereafter, Sandora arranged the post-event matters in detail, once certain there were no oversights, she announced for everyone to return home and search for their mothers.
With the incident resolved, everyone started gradually leaving the room; it should be around evening now, Big Sister has to return to attend dinner invitations, Lin Xue was ready to continue freeloading food, and the entire family scattered without a trace, even Sandora vanished lured by dinner. I’m genuinely curious about what kind of material my family is made of to remain so calm and quick in such a major event: how do they manage to switch from Hollywood to Good Food House mindsets in seconds?
"Your Majesty, please wait!" Just as I was preparing to leave, Taville suddenly called out from behind, I turned around curiously to see an anxious expression on her face, "Sandora Your Majesty distributed post-event matters, but I... what should I do?" (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian () to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation.)