nycdaug Chapter 67 Kara Kesh
Chapter 67 Kara Kesh
When I woke up, it was already close to six o'clock in the afternoon.
Hu Biao sat up in bed, shook his head, feeling a bit swollen, and smiled helplessly, "Sigh, these days, even being a god doesn't allow you to sleep soundly."
In his sleep, he had a dream, a strange, cool feeling that flowed into his consciousness along the invisible link connecting him to the Red October Order's pool of faith.
It's not the vague echoes of prayers or emotional fluctuations of the past, but a clear, structured package of knowledge.
"Indeed, it is very difficult for an ordinary person in a world in its decline to resist extraordinary power."
Wu Dan converted, converting to the power of the extraordinary, to the feet of this "deity" who is now the only one capable of manifesting divine power in the present world.
His conversion brought Hu Biao the skill he needed most: a language package.
The complex tenses and authentic slang of Spanish, the self-proclaimed elegant rhythm and philosophical vocabulary of Gaulish, the gentle accents and Buddhist expressions of the official languages of Southeast Asian countries, and even some everyday expressions of indigenous languages... The phonetics, grammar, vocabulary, and even some cultural background knowledge of the five languages, like a well-organized file package, naturally integrated into the bottom layer of his memory, running parallel to his existing Chinese knowledge system, and clearly discernible.
Previously, he had been spying on the Xiying Research Institute, and many of the materials he couldn't understand and the key conversations he couldn't comprehend were now largely removed.
He immediately closed his eyes, his high-dimensional vision unfolded, his mind stirred slightly, he blinked, and his gaze crossed the ocean, once again landing on those secret research bases of the Western Eagle that had once made him feel something was wrong.
This time, the data titles scrolling on the lab screen, the whispered conversations between researchers, the handwritten notes on the filing cabinet labels... those symbols that were once like gibberish gradually revealed clear meaning in his eyes and ears.
Although he still needs to learn the technical terms, the basic communication and information framework can no longer hinder his exploration.
After a long while, he withdrew his gaze, lost in thought. After a while, he tidied up the room before leaving, returning to school, having dinner in the cafeteria, then going back to his dormitory, picking up his computer, and heading straight to the library.
The events on Mars truly shocked him and broadened his understanding. He wanted to know the truth, but as for him to investigate on his own, well…
He's not Zhuge Liang, who had to do everything himself.
His current focus is still on his studies and sect missions; he'll let the outer sect handle their own affairs.
His work in Professor Shen Moxuan's research group over the past few weeks has been very rewarding. In particular, he has gained firsthand experience of the entire process of modern biological research, from experimental design and data generation to analysis and interpretation, and finally to paper writing, which has left a deep impression on him.
More importantly, as his brain continued to evolve under the nourishment of the power of faith, his thinking speed, memory, and information integration abilities reached new heights. After the core algorithm in his original paper, "Research on the Improvement of Multi-Sequence Alignment Algorithm Based on Entropy Weight Optimization Dynamic Programming," was put into practical application, the newly learned knowledge and practical results began to collide and connect with knowledge from more fields in his mind.
"The core of the entropy weight model is to quantify uncertainty and allocate attention accordingly." Upon arriving at the library, Hu Biao habitually headed to a quiet corner by the window, where the view was relatively open yet undisturbed. Opening his notebook, he began organizing his recent findings. "If I optimize and upgrade this algorithm, it should be able to be extended to a wider range of bioinformatics problems, not just sequence alignment, but also gene co-expression network analysis, protein interaction prediction, and even cross-omics data integration—those key nodes or hypervariable regions with high information content but potentially higher noise levels. In that case, the application scope should be even broader?"
Time flies, and soon his notebook was filled with densely packed mind maps and formula derivations. At the same time, his newly acquired language skills came in handy. He easily opened multiple browser windows simultaneously, quickly browsing the latest bioinformatics preprints on arXiv, open access literature from the West Eagle Biomedical Center, and even the websites of some niche but high-quality journals in Europe. His purpose was simple: to check the internationally accepted paper formats.
Well, being immersed in learning is one reason, but another reason is that he has just mastered so many language skills and wants to put them into practice.
Originally intending to test his new skills, Hu Biao ended up truly immersed in the ocean of knowledge. It wasn't until the soft closing music of the library began that he snapped out of his reverie. He looked at the draft of his thesis on the screen, which was already taking shape, and the dozen or so pages of draft paper next to it filled with his reasoning. A sense of fulfillment welled up inside him.
"I'm actually feeling joy in learning? Is this some kind of twisted mind? No, I need to slow down!"
After experiencing the immersive learning mindset he had just had, he realized he couldn't be so extreme. He quickly tidied up the items on the table and followed the flow of people out of the library.
The campus lights were dim under the night sky, and the evening breeze carried a chill. Hu Biao, however, had no interest in romance. After quickly leaving, he didn't return to his dormitory but instead grabbed a shared bicycle and went back to his house about half a mile away. Once inside, Hu Biao immediately locked the door and drew the curtains. The next moment, he vanished into a higher dimension, disappearing from the house. When he reappeared, he was inside a cave in the wilderness of Africa.
This place is neither a famous historical site nor a route of animal migration, nor is it his secret base. It is a no-man's-land on the edge of the great desert in central Africa, and his purpose in coming here is very simple: to conduct experiments.
What are we experimenting with?
Of course, it's Dr. Mori's equipment.
On Proxima Centauri B, Dr. Mori demonstrated extraordinary abilities, the source of which was a glove-like device on his left hand. Hu Biao was very interested in this device because he could tell that Dr. Mori used it to knock away the security guards.
The reason he came to Africa was because he was a cunning person. Erikson was such a strange creature, who knew if the things on him might have some kind of tracking method? If he brought them home, wouldn't they become a guiding light?
Therefore, he did not bring the device from Mars to his home, but instead went to Africa and removed it from Erikson's human body. Even if the device did have some kind of tracking method, its final location was Africa, and he left no trace there.
"This thing... I feel like I've seen it somewhere before!"
Carefully taking the "glove" into his hand, Hu Biao felt as if he had seen it somewhere before. The more he looked at it, the more familiar it seemed. Thanks to the evolution of his brain, his expression soon turned strange. "This is... Kara Kesh?"