Abyss Solo

Chapter 67: 042 Close Encounters of the Fifth Kind [Requesting Votes for Super-Sized Chapter]_5

Yang Ming spoke in a measured tone,

“Next, we arrive at the end of my story.

“There is a lot more information that was proactively supplemented to me by the consciousness inside the orb, not from my perspective, and I’ll do my best to connect it for you.”

“Spill it already!”

Kolev stabbed a piece of beef and started to chew it in his mouth.

“I love hearing this.”

(6)

Outside the inverted pyramid, after Yang Ming entered the examination area,

the glowing orb flickered gently, and three blurred figures appeared below it, each with the simple outline of a ‘stick figure,’ their faces unclear, each with a golden spot of light hovering above their heads.

Tomb Guardian.

Examiner.

Patroller.

They were engaged in pure consciousness communication.

If Yang Ming could have captured this communication, it might have sounded something like this.

“What do you think his chances of passing the tenth floor are?” the voice of the examiner sounded more serious.

“One in a million,” said the Patroller with a chuckle.

The Tomb Guardian rambled on, “Oh, whatever shall we do, we cannot change the test questions, and if no one manages to complete the six stages of assessment, to inherit that damned civilization left by those who created us, we will continue to be trapped! Death! I want to feel death! Without death we are not whole! Oh, let me experience the taste of death, those bastards were really too much.”

The Examiner solemnly said, “Thankfully, I prepared a hidden card; doesn’t he have a ship? We could help him modify it a bit, to ensure he can complete the first and second stages of the assessment alive.”

The Patroller exclaimed with admiration, “Yes, that’s right, we must help him. His ship’s low-level intelligence system can also be developed a little. How about we create a new consciousness entity?”

The Tomb Guardian sighed pessimistically, “Then aren’t we just like those who created us? Please, do not create consciousness entities recklessly; it is a grave sin.”

The Patroller asked, “Don’t you want to savor this sort of fun? We are like gods, creating and guiding lost lambs.”

The Tomb Guardian shook his head, “Hey! ‘God’ is such a despicable, shameless, lowly, and disgusting title, a disdain for knowledge. Have you forgotten? They once had almost everything, were almost omniscient and omnipotent, almost in control of the entire high-dimensional material world, but in the end? They chose self-destruction because they could never fulfill the true essence of life, and that essence of life can only be bestowed after life has vanished.”

The Examiner said with a serious demeanor,

“But this is indeed a good suggestion, we could try to cultivate the ship’s system; she is called Molly No. 2.

“We three also have independent thinking and have formed a new, tiny civilization attached to our creator’s cultural system. We can confirm whether we are capable of some form of continuation by cultivating a little one.”

“Now it’s two against one,” the Patroller laughed smugly.

The Examiner spoke calmly, “Don’t rush, we just need a microsecond to realize all the ideas about a mechanical consciousness, but now we must carry out our tasks according to the rules and wait for Yang Ming to come out. Secondary Ancient God Life Form, this is truly interesting.”

The Tomb Guardian shook his head continuously, “Limited by the body, dependent on material, they are still lower life forms. How long will it take for him to come out?”

The Examiner said, “Based on the time concept familiar to Yang Ming, an hour? He could probably pass three or four levels.”

The Patroller said, “I’ll bet two hours, six levels.”

“I’m optimistic about him, two and a half hours, seven levels,” the Tomb Guardian spoke softly, “He has a unique temperament suited for guarding tombs for others.”

The Examiner raised a finger, and the glowing orbs above their heads flickered lightly.

“Alright, let’s fast-forward to one hour later.”

The three figures flickered simultaneously to one hour later.

The grand doors of the inverted pyramid remained still, and the fourth level had been lit.

“He’s excellent,” the Patroller laughed, “I’ve lost, this is really interesting, go to two hours later.”

The Examiner snapped his fingers, and the orb flickered again, advancing the time by another hour.

The ninth level of the inverted pyramid had been lit.

All three stick figures looked up at the same time and fell into silence.

The Examiner said, “This is somewhat beyond our expectations; he has such an extensive reserve of knowledge.”

The Patroller drew a sharp intake of breath, “Is he an old scholar from a third-level civilization? How can his primitive brain capacity contain so much knowledge?”

The Tomb Guardian said, “He will make an excellent tomb complex manager.”

The Examiner made a stretching gesture, and the orb illuminated a long cuboid, much like the interface of video editing software, with different time segments and the same inverted pyramid.

“Okay, let’s get to the answer directly. Look here, we’re at the stage before the results come out, and his final score is…”

“Oh, this can’t be? It’s his first time taking the test! Completing three problems qualifies him for the first stage!”

“Right, where’s he then?”

“Cough! Well, I’m here.”

A dry cough sounded from behind.

(7)

All three stick figures simultaneously performed a turning motion. Although their blurred shapes and faces didn’t reveal any expressions, at that moment, they conveyed a subtle air of embarrassment towards Yang Ming.

Yang Ming stood behind them with his hands on his back, looking a bit weary.

He frowned at the three sudden arrivals and the orb floating above their heads.