Chapter 222

Just ordered the black-haired girl:

"Please write Simulated Universe code that exceeds the performance limit of the machine in this machine."

At the same time, in the sea of stars counted in light years, Screwllum and Ruan Mei cast curious glances at the same time.

As members of the "Genius Society", they were already interested in Herta appearing on the Foundation's screen, plus a little girl full of mysteries, that would be even better.

In addition, for Screwllum, he was discussing with Herta how to set a trap for Silver Wolf and give her a lesson she would never forget, one of the links involved the "Simulated Universe".

Now, Herta intends to let the little girl mess with the "Simulated Universe", this matter is even more interesting.

Can reality benders complete things beyond cognition?

No, the wording is inaccurate, can she "not well enough" complete Herta's command?

Light flickered in Screwllum's mechanical eyes, which represented the thirst for knowledge.

Xianzhou "Luo Fu".

"．． As expected of the genius Herta, she really treated the little girl as an omnipotent wish machine."

Fu Xuan raised her eyebrows and began to fantasize about what she should do if she had a similar opportunity.

She looked down at her chest and recalled her height in her mind.

These elements made her not majestic enough.

"The first wish is to let the General abdicate and give way to the virtuous, and the second wish is to be as majestic as Marshal Hua... no, it is to be more majestic than Marshal Hua..."

On the screen, as Herta's command was issued, Zhao Zena sat into the egg-shaped device.

That is an immersive simulated reality device that can directly read a person's thinking.

Herta stood by the host, looking at the screen connected to it.

White characters filled the black screen, scrolling rapidly, becoming a white ocean.

Its speed, even for a genius like Screwllum among mechanical life forms, was difficult to see clearly for a while.

The engineers on the space station felt their heads dizzy, and their eyes staring at the screen felt pain.

They all questioned—

Is this really a speed that human power can reach?

Let alone distinguishing and understanding, the speed of thinking has long surpassed the human limit.

Even when their thinking is most active and their hand feel is best, random typing code can't reach this speed, let alone writing complete sentences.

Herta also stopped paying attention to the implementation of the project at the code level, but looked at the overall progress.

"Is this the ability of a reality bender... really easy to use."

Herta muttered in a low voice, sighing in her heart.

If she had the power to bend reality, the speed of research would definitely be faster, and more seemingly whimsical assumptions could be landed faster.

Maybe—

Even that guy Bai Xuan (the good one) could be left to her to knead and play with.

After her fantasy ended, Herta didn't know what happened, anyway, the "Simulated Universe" was already running.

Zhao Zena also returned to the real world.

When Herta connected her consciousness to the Zhao Zena version of the "Simulated Universe", she found that it was very different from what she imagined.

The Simulated Universe she is responsible for uses various intelligence as a carrier to reproduce the galaxy in the form of code.

And here, some links seem to be missing.

When Herta entered it, she found that she was actually floating on nothingness.

There are no randomly generated hostile creatures, randomly generated maze blocks, let alone randomly generated reward modules.

The world inside this "Simulated Universe" is like a child's graffiti drawn by hand.

While everything in the painting is similar to the starry sky, it is also incomparably abstract, and only its concept can be grasped, but its specific meaning cannot be understood.

The entire background is almost pure black, incomparably deep.

As soon as Herta entered here, she felt eyes cast from afar, curious, approving, cruel and cold, indifferent, compassionate...

But immediately, the eyes hid quietly, untraceable, incomprehensible.

Herta gasped, a little frightened:

"Strange, where exactly did it go wrong..."

Suddenly, an orange mask laughing strangely emerged actively, half-mocking and half-ridiculing, looking down at Herta from high altitude.

The latter also recognized his identity in an instant—

The Aeon of "Elation", Aha!

"Aha!"

He laughed at Herta.

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