Chapter 48

The teleportation mechanism of the "Evolution Paradise" came unexpectedly; the teleportation process was incredibly smooth, and without any delay, it sent Meng Yi back to the Hive City stage.

The narrow and cramped single-person residence, the half-eaten nutrient paste left on the table, and the 99% new puppet stood sluggishly outside the storage room door.

"Has the time not changed?"

Meng Yi picked up the nutrient paste to check; the taste was still as refreshing and stimulating as ever. He reached out to touch the surface of the table, and his fingers were not stained with dust.

"'Psionic Diffusion · Mental Detection'!"

The intangible and formless eerie fluctuations penetrated the barriers of the building, and the scattered "neighbors" distributed within a ten-kilometer radius appeared in Meng Yi's mental vision; there was no change from before he entered the Selection Instance.

Those repairing hunting tools were repairing tools, those venting were venting, those strengthening defensive facilities were strengthening defenses, those eating indescribable food were eating... the bottom of the Hive City was still as "peaceful," "harmonious," "friendly," and "stable" as ever.

"The taste is right!"

After multiple verifications, Meng Yi confirmed his hypothesis.

One month in the Selection Instance and fifteen days in the Paradise, a total of one and a half months, were calculated separately and did not interact with the timeline of the Warhammer worldview.

Meng Yi maintained a state of alertness, not daring to slack off in the slightest, vigilant against any "uninvited guests" that might appear.

One hour later...

Two hours later...

There was no "nerdy fatty" inviting him to taste the ten-complete tonic soup in the pot. Nor was there any blood-armored maniac on the Brass Throne asking him why he hadn't killed until heads rolled and blood flowed like a river. And there was no "blue-feathered fluttering bird" kindly inviting him to stay in the "Changing Sky · Crystal Labyrinth" for a few days.

As for the "Dark Prince · Slaanesh," Meng Yi's compatibility with this neither-man-nor-woman purple-skinned beast was too poor, and Slaanesh probably wouldn't look down on him, a super steel straight man who was strictly self-disciplined.

"The beasts of the Nine Heavens of Chaos cannot reach the 'Evolution Paradise'; I left and returned, yet they have no awareness of this?"

Meng Yi was barely able to feel a little relieved.

"Omniscience and Omnipotence" has always been a false proposition; an "Omniscient and Omnipotent Being" must know everything, understand everything, and be able to do everything.

When four "pseudo-omniscient and omnipotent beings" interfere with, bicker with, and hold each other back, it results in no one being able to achieve "relative omniscience and omnipotence."

This point can be verified by the fact that the four small vendors frequently flip over in the material universe.

They succeed because of the "Warp," and they fail because of the "Warp."

In the end, they are just a group of "earth-bound spirits" imprisoned in the "Warp" showing off their power.

Similar cases include the "Imaginary Tree · Imaginary Space" and the "Second Generation Version Son · Aeon" in Firefly's hometown.

A few more hours passed, and the bottom of the Hive City still showed no changes.

Meng Yi lowered his highest alert, although if the four small vendors were really blocking the door, his alertness would be useless anyway.

He sat on the dilapidated, patched sofa.

The sofa, which was probably older than Meng Yi, let out an unbearable "creak."

The one month of rest time could not be wasted; Meng Yi was thinking about how to effectively use this time to become stronger.

Lacking the excellent scientific research environment of the Selection Instance and the "Evolution Paradise" didn't matter; he could just use nano-precision cells to work by hand.

After finishing the "Psionic Dependent · Red Queen" during the Paradise stay, Meng Yi had been researching whether he could load Red Queen's abilities onto himself, modifying every cell in his body into a "Bai Xue Computer Version 1.0," to a certain extent getting rid of his dependence on "Red Queen's" computing power.

The modification plan was feasible, and Meng Yi had initially formulated a general policy for his self-staged upgrades in the remaining time. However, time was limited, and he couldn't complete the version iteration of his body during the Paradise stay.

"Should I take down the Hive City and turn this lost planet into my testing ground?"

When one carries a sharp weapon, the desire to kill arises.

Meng Yi had a sudden whim, but immediately denied his own idea.

Who knows if the powerful people at the top of the Hive City have a way to contact the Terran Empire.

A psionicist who has gone mad and is wantonly destroying, with a lethality to civilization comparable to B (β-rank), is worth the Imperial Inquisition going to the trouble of making a trip.

A lean camel is bigger than a horse; no matter how much the Terran Empire is struggling, it would have no problem crushing Meng Yi, a small fry who has just started to develop.

Moreover, if he were to spread the "Virus Progenitor" on a large scale, causing the projection of said "virus" in the Warp to attract the interest of "Nurgle the Kind Father," Meng Yi would have nowhere to cry.

"Stay steady and develop, don't be reckless!"

Meng Yi decided to continue to lie low; he had managed to lie low for eighteen years, so a few more days wouldn't hurt.

Wait until he uses the "Evolution Paradise" to become a "Sword God of Ten-Mile Slope," and fight across the Warhammer universe until he has no rivals.

To recite a poem: "Today my sword points to the Warp, refining gods, refining demons, and refining the heavens!"

Then capture the four small vendors and refine them in an instant, eating the material universe and the Warp of the Warhammer worldview as resources.

A person must have ideals, otherwise, what is the difference between them and a salted fish?

Having made up his mind to be a "lie-low" player, Meng Yi, with his superb executive ability, decisively started his plan.

He first arranged for Red Queen to devour and take over the 99% new gangster puppet that had been eliminated.

He also ordered Red Queen to slowly take over other bases and go to different "gangster areas" to exchange for daily necessities.

And to see if he could rob... ahem, see if he could "exchange" back some Terran Empire psionic technology products.

Meng Yi was no longer confined to the framework of his physical form; are humans really such inconvenient things?

Thousands of black-red threads began to spread from his body, covering every inch of the narrow room.

The stored biomass energy was barely enough, and lasting a month shouldn't be a problem.

The "Bai Xue equipment," with a style even more unique than the Warhammer cesspool, was constructed one by one; as for the style of biological psionic technology, why not learn about the super dark style?

Meng Yi began the unfinished body modification plan—"Bai Xue Battle Body 1.0: Biological Computer Matrix"!

A conventional carbon-based lifeform, a human, contains about 40 to 60 trillion cell structures.

The new generation of Terran Empire citizens have had their genetic structures optimized many times, so they far exceed the "ancient human" stage.

With an average natural lifespan of 200 years, as long as there is sufficient nutrition and proper exercise, they can all reach the F+ rank human limit.

Although not as outrageous as the species in the "One Piece worldview," conventional Terran Empire citizens have a full 100 to 120 trillion cell structures, twice as many as ancient humans.

As for how Meng Yi arrived at the accurate numerical range of 100 to 120 trillion cells, it is thanks to the "enthusiastic and selfless spirit of dedication" of his "neighbors."

Killing all the beasts at the bottom of the Hive City might be wrong, but killing 99% would definitely leave many behind.

For Meng Yi, who is already non-human, the number of his cells should be treated differently.

The number of cells depends only on whether he "wants to," not whether he "can."

As long as he wants to, by absorbing biomass to divide and replicate, he can reach a level far exceeding the viral progenitor, spreading across a village, a town, a country, and even a planet.

Unfortunately, too large a volume would affect the precision of overall control and the speed of information feedback.

At the current stage, Meng Yi's "spirit" cannot manipulate a massive body structure comparable to the size of a country or planet as easily as his own arm.

The astronomical energy consumption every moment is also far beyond what he can bear right now.