Chapter 133: Go Become a God

He had quite a few things related to the system in his memory. After all, it was related to his major. Books like Windows system programming had to be learned, and he had also read some books on network architecture, but at the time he basically skipped class whenever he could, and didn't understand it when he learned it, and now he had basically forgotten it all.

And if he could recall some, it should be helpful to Bob and the others.

However, the effect of the Intelligence-Boosting Potion was getting worse, and every time he used Comprehensive Recall, it took longer to recover. It was best not to dig too deep this time…

Thinking about this kind of thing, Murphy returned to the medical monitoring room of the Potion Research Institute.

Since the last incident, Murphy had been advised to perform every spell that might be dangerous to himself here.

After the medical staff turned on various monitoring instruments, Murphy used Comprehensive Recall on himself again.

This time he successfully excavated some content related to network protocols.

A week later, he repeated the same trick and used Comprehensive Recall again.

This time he excavated several technologies related to system architecture.

Handing the results to Bob Henderson, the latter evaluated them and indicated that it could save them about a month of time.

A month?

Murphy was a bit disappointed. The precious information that he had to struggle to dig once a week could only help you save a month?

No, must dig deeper.

However, before using Comprehensive Recall again, Funes stopped him.

"Director, we have re-studied the changes in your brain during this period and found that you may have myelin degenerative changes… that is, nerve demyelination, or leukoaraiosis…"

"Have you had symptoms like forgetfulness, slower reactions, or difficulty concentrating recently?"

"Are you saying Alzheimer's? I have senile dementia?"

Murphy was a bit stunned. He had indeed often had symptoms of insomnia and forgetfulness recently. Although he could recall things he remembered through Comprehensive Recall very clearly, his memory for other things seemed to have indeed decreased.

He thought it was just that his brain was too tired and didn't pay much attention to it.

"Even using Intelligence-Boosting Potion cannot completely repair this phenomenon." Funes said.

"The power of Comprehensive Recall is too powerful, and our brain power is not enough to support such high-intensity information infusion in a short time. If the brain nerves are overused, it will lead to degenerative lesions…"

"The more times you use Comprehensive Recall, the faster the nerves will degenerate."

"Unless you want your mind to become as confused as a seventy or eighty-year-old, you must stop using Comprehensive Recall."

This…

Alright.

He made chips to become stronger.

Making himself stupid first, then becoming stronger is a fart.

But, without his help, the desktop system wouldn't come out in a short time.

And without an adaptable system and application environment, his chip would be a piece of scrap metal. No matter how advanced it was, no one would buy it.

Perhaps, relying on the advanced process technology, he could turn the chip manufacturing plant into a foundry, doing OEM for Intel or other chip manufacturers, to survive.

But if so, not only would his previous investments in instruction sets, IP cores, desktop systems, etc., be wasted, but his advanced process technology could only be a wedding dress for others.

Survival, or ideals, now it was time to make a choice.

…

"What do you think I should do?"

Murphy and Patrick sat by the lake, watching a water bird like an eagle suddenly rush into the lake, pick up a fish, and fly back into the forest with its wings spread.

"I don't want to make a wedding dress for others, but if I continue, I might lose the entire Umbrella. Perhaps cutting losses in time is a smarter approach."

"Entering this industry was still too hasty, and the stall laid out at the beginning was too big. I was too eager to solve all the problems at once…"

Murphy reflected, "Actually, just becoming a chip foundry is already quite good. I should have started with advanced process chip foundry as a starting point, and then pushed chip design and software systems step by step…"

"If this process were stretched for another two years, everything would be very simple…"

"But I was too impatient, I didn't have that patience…"

Patrick was silent for a while, and after a long time, asked that question again, "Then, why were you so anxious?"

"Umbrella has just taken its first steps, the road ahead is still very long, and you are also very young, with enough time to do anything you want to do."

"But you look as if the world is going to be destroyed next year."

Why?

Murphy lay back in his chair, his gaze sweeping over the distant lake, mountains, forests, clear sky, and clouds. He looked directly at the sun.

After a good while, he closed his eyes.

Because… he couldn't wait.

Then why couldn't he wait?

Murphy frowned, carefully thinking about the source of this inexplicable pressure.

Suddenly, Rasim's face jumped out again, and he said: "Magic is the strong power!"

Yeah, magic is the strong power…

The reason he was so anxious was just because he was too weak…

Omniscience and omnipotence was a dream too far away, so far that he sometimes doubted whether it could really be done.

Therefore, he needed some affirmative things, needed some coordinates to let himself continue to dream.

And those powerful wizards in his mind were these coordinates one by one.

Dumbledore, Voldemort, Grindelwald, Snape, etc.

However, he knew that he still had a huge gap with those truly powerful wizards. Even Quirrell's various values were a big chunk higher than his!

Therefore, even if his magic power was raised to a level not much different from most Aurors, even if he could easily defeat an Auror Captain, he didn't have much happiness.

That was no longer his goal, he no longer looked down on this little bit of improvement.

Compared to the coordinates he set in his heart, they were meaningless.

This sense of loss made him feel that he had clearly embarked on the journey for a long time, but still hadn't left the novice village.

Therefore, he would feel anxious.

"It seems you have already understood." Patrick said.

Murphy nodded.

"Then what exactly should be done, have you thought it through?"

Murphy thought for a while, "Yes."

"Actually, I didn't have much choice to begin with."

That dream was too far and too long, and he wasn't a very patient person to begin with.

Ten thousand years is too long, seize the day.

Betting everything, going his own way, and not stopping until the goal is reached, was his style.

"If you've thought it through, then go do it."

Murphy was a bit surprised, "Why didn't you persuade me this time?"

"I saw it a long time ago, you kid is a lunatic who wants to change the world."

Patrick snorted, "No one can persuade a lunatic."

"And such a lunatic has only two endings: either be completely defeated by reality and self-destruct, or defeat this world and become a god."

Murphy glanced at Patrick and found that the other party was also looking at himself, but that gaze seemed to have crossed himself and looked at something further away.

"You've thought it through, your family fortune is all pressed on me? Really not leaving yourself some coffin money?"

"Ha," Patrick laughed, "So you'd better get lost before I regret it."

"Hmph, it's too late to regret now, let Ares Jr. exercise his body, so he can move bricks later." Murphy didn't show weakness.

"Don't have designs on my son!"

The two joked with each other for a few sentences, and Murphy suddenly asked, "You don't even ask me what I want to do? Aren't you curious?"

"I'm just a mortal, a mortal who neither self-destructs nor becomes a god. I can't understand lunatics." Patrick was quite open-minded.

"But you will still help me." Murphy looked at Patrick, "Why?"

"People generally have some tendency to self-destruct. Mortals like us are always attracted by those lunatics, just like moths flying to the fire. Although we can't do it ourselves, we still hope that someone can realize some miracles for us."

Patrick said, stood up, and patted Murphy on the shoulder, "So, go create your world, go become a god, young man."

(End of this chapter) ===== CHAPTER 134 =====