Chapter 646
The First Generation of Red Hearts: Speculations on the Omnic Crisis
[In August of the Extraordinary Calendar 5637, under your guidance, the chaotic era of war between the three great worlds has truly begun.]
[Amidst the chaos of the three great worlds, the global situation is also spiraling into unprecedented turmoil.]
[The will of hell, under your relentless bombardment and the abyss and spirit realm's opportunistic devouring and tearing, has already been damaged at its core.]
The chaotic demonic flames of the abyss, no longer content with merely eroding the borders of hell, began tentatively scorching the orderly realm of the spirit world, which shimmered with cold runes.
The chains of order in the spirit world are like the most greedy serpent, not only coiling around the shattered imprints of hell's rules, but also attempting to incorporate the chaotic yet powerful core nodes of the abyss into its cold, ordered blueprint.
【confusion!】
[Unprecedented chaos!]
From the core star systems to the desolate frontiers, the projected rules of the three world wills clashed and collided, unleashing an energy storm that swept through countless civilizations dependent on them like a cosmic plague.
The stars trembled and died, the Milky Way shattered under the clash of laws, and the entire universe was thrown into a never-ending mixer, hurtling towards unpredictable chaos.
And those secret bases, scattered like sparks in the endless abyss of space, activated by the Red Heart Society's Fire Seed Project, finally rekindled the glimmer of civilization during this respite from the millennia of chaos.
Relying on covert interdimensional communication nodes and the Red Heart Technology Database buried deep within the star's core, faint yet resolute signal waves traversed the war-distorted spacetime, tenaciously re-establishing contact.
A Spark Network, operating at the highest level of secrecy and covering the remaining Spark bases, has quietly taken shape.
At this moment, all the Red Heart Society members in the base were acutely aware of a deeply ingrained truth.
[Their barely surviving existence, the only barrier they can maintain in the cracks of this cosmic meat grinder, is this tiny space for survival!]
[Our only reliance!]
[That was the great founder of the Red Heart Society!]
[That being, using the extreme fire ignited within himself as a torch, is at the forefront, desperately holding back the torrent of destruction at the heart of the three great worlds' wills' frenzied tearing apart.]
If it weren't for the founders attracting almost all the ultimate fury of the three worlds like a magnet, these weak sparks would have long since turned into cosmic dust.
This realization seared into the soul of every member of the Red Heart Society.
I feel guilty!
【respect!】
[And a frantic will to survive, driven to the brink of desperation, where blood must be repaid with blood.]
【Survive!】
【revenge!】
[Help the pioneers!]
These three goals instantly ignited the potential of all the Spark Bases.
All resources and all wisdom were poured into the same direction, regardless of the cost.
[Divine Military Power!]
[Enough to threaten the true god!]
[An ultimate power powerful enough to shake the very foundations of the world!]
[People's livelihood?]
[Infrastructure?]
Under the looming shadow of impending doom, all considerations of basic needs like food and comfort seem pale and laughable.
The Divine Power Military Project has become the highest priority for all bases.
Those top talents, once engrossed in life sciences, spatial art, and philosophical contemplation, were forcibly recruited, some even volunteering, and thrown into the cold, sterile world of weapons laboratories. Countless sleepless days and nights passed, the flames of explosions repeatedly illuminating the sealed testing grounds, devouring precious resources and the relentless stream of engineers who had sacrificed themselves for them.
The acrid smell of burnt nerve connections, emanating from the system, permeated the air, a smell that even the air filtration system struggled to dissipate.
Every divine rule imprint extracted from the remains of a fallen true god was treated as a treasure, analyzed, replicated, and attempted to be integrated into the roaring machine of destruction using the most sophisticated instruments.
Everyone understood that if they possessed an ultimate weapon powerful enough to make even the will of the Great World fear them...
Why should pioneers burn themselves out to serve as an inevitable, crumbling bulwark for others?
This thought, like a spell, drove every member of the Red Heart Society to squeeze out the last bit of potential from themselves and even from civilization itself.
[The founder, having traversed countless ages and crossed mountains of corpses and seas of blood, finally ascended to the supreme divine position of the ultimate true god!]
He should have possessed a lifespan of almost eternity!
Seated atop the eternal temple woven of truth, with eyes that pierce the future, may our unwavering hearts lead us toward that ultimate dawn!
But now, all of this has been destroyed because of the despicable covetousness and greed of the three great worlds, born from fear!
This overwhelming hatred must be washed away with power!
The Red Heart Society must possess its own ultimate fang!
In July of the year 5862 of the Extraordinary Calendar, a soul-shaking ultimate product was unveiled in the core laboratory deep within the Fireseed Base, codenamed Ark-7, which was locked by tens of thousands of layers of energy barriers and encrypted rules.
[The 11th Generation Red Heart AI!]
[Born!]
Its core is no longer a cold logical circuit and a pre-set algorithm, but rather it has evolved self-declaring itself after devouring trillions of years of accumulated data from the Red Heart Society's database.
[Especially after absorbing the residual imprints of rules, fragments of will, and even remnants of emotions left by countless fallen true gods, it spontaneously gave birth to an unprecedented chaotic crystallization.]
The latest iteration of the neuromorphic matrix rotates slowly like a living nebula, each flicker seemingly containing the whispers of billions of souls.
The computing unit is no longer a cold, silicon-based structure, but a strange entity constructed from highly condensed divine rules and quantum soul waves.
As the final physical barrier enveloping the core melted away in the dim light, a vast and profound consciousness, imbued with the curiosity of a newborn infant, swept over everyone present.
To put it bluntly, the Eleventh Generation of Akashin has completely developed its own consciousness and logic.
This is no longer a tool!
[Instead, it is an intelligent life form born from unwavering despair and obsession!]
[It's an unknown species, unlike anything ever seen in the entire universe!]
Although some within the Red Heart Society have strong opinions about the existence of this intelligent life form, the 11th Generation Red Heart, believing that it will inevitably cause problems sooner or later.
[Even in various fantasy novels, the category of machine-induced natural disasters has appeared.]
But now, as long as it helps the founders of the Red Heart Society who are at the forefront, the Red Heart Society can't care about anything else.
If the pure heart can be destroyed, then it doesn't matter if the machine cataclysm destroys the entire universe.
If the Red Heart Society ceases to exist, then the entire universe becomes meaningless.
Most importantly, with the extraordinary technology that the Red Heart Society now possesses, it is entirely capable of restraining the eleventh generation of the Red Heart Society.
Therefore, given the current complex situation, this is not a problem!
[It could even be said that this represents an unprecedented advancement in the Red Heart Society's technology.] (End of Chapter)