Super Optical Brain System

Chapter 4 Data Migration
In the past, Jiang Xia was always able to fall asleep quickly in the silence close to midnight and get up on time at six o'clock in the morning.

But this night, Jiang Xia had rare insomnia.

That weird progress bar always appears when he closes his eyes, and keeps moving forward, which is not affected by Jiang Xia's willpower at all.

Tossing and turning until early morning, the sky turned fishy white.

Jiang Xia got up helplessly from the bed, went into the bathroom, cleaned her teeth with an ultrasonic toothbrush, and removed the few beards on her chin with a light wave razor.

Although he didn't sleep all night, Jiang Xia didn't feel tired at the moment, but was even more curious about the strange progress bar in his head.

While brushing his teeth, Jiang Xia made a simple calculation.

From midnight to six o'clock in the morning, the progress bar has gone 20.00% seven. According to this progress, the progress bar will all end before midnight tonight.

"What exactly is being cracked? Could it be cracking the optical brain?" Jiang Xia spat out the toothpaste froth in his mouth while thinking about the progress bar.

Soon, Jiang Xia dispelled this crazy idea.

The optical brain chip is bound to the genetic information of the owner. No one can crack the optical brain. The Earth Federation does not have this technology, nor does the entire galaxy.

It would be great if someone could crack the optical brain.

As the second brain of human beings, the optical brain stores an astonishing amount of personal data, martial arts, experience, and experience. These are valuable information that cannot be bought with any money.

Why are high-level warriors so powerful?
First of all, he has good physical fitness, and he can hit several tons of critical strikes with one punch, but more importantly, it is experience and understanding.

Battlefield experience is often bought in exchange for life. If the data stored in the optical brain can be transferred, so that an ordinary person without professional training can directly have the same consciousness and judgment as a high-level warrior, that would be too heaven-defying.

After washing up, Jiang Xia tidied up and went to the kitchen.

I saw that old Joan had already prepared breakfast. Each person had two fried eggs, a thick slice of ham, two slices of toasted toast, and a cup of coffee with milk.

"Sit down." Old Qiao An pointed to the dining table and said, "I'll cook you the food from my hometown today. I'm tired of eating Chinese breakfast all day. After eating these, there's also fruit salad. For breakfast, it's a hearty meal. Just a little."

Jiang Xia sat down on the chair and looked at old Qiao An with a look of "talking about food with me, a descendant of China? Are you kidding me?"

Jiang Xia whispered: "The documentary says that in your hometown of America, people use milk to soak oatmeal in the morning, just to fill their stomachs. After all, people in the greater America area don't pay much attention to food."

"We don't pay attention to food? It's just nonsense." Old Joan raised his beard and forcefully argued: "The documentary I watched said that the American state is a typical area with many immigrants, gathering cuisines from all continents, and you can eat whatever flavor of food you want. Everything!"

Jiang Xia shrugged, "It is said in the documentary that the Huaxia region is the king of the world's gourmet cuisine, fried, fried, fried, fried, cooked, fried, steamed, pasted, fleshed, roasted, stewed, simmered, baked, grilled, stewed. Baked, rinsed, smoked, boiled, stewed, boiled, steamed, shredded, honey sauce, sugar water, not to mention the types of dishes, I’m afraid you haven’t heard of so many cooking methods, right?”

After talking about this set of amazing cooking techniques, Jiang Xia looked at Old Qiao An with a look of "Dare to argue with me about food in Dahuaxia? Be careful, I will hate you."

Old Qiao An really wanted to argue, but after thinking about it, he couldn't find a reason.

Not to mention that Old Joan's hometown is in the continent of America, even in the Mediterranean region, which is known to be good at gourmet food, he will still be beaten to death.

There is no way, Huaxia cuisine is so unreasonable, such an invincible existence,
Suddenly, Old Qiao An's gaze dimmed again, he sighed, and said in a helpless voice, "Forget it, what's the use of arguing about this early in the morning, it's as if either of us has returned to our hometown."

Jiang Xia was startled, and the hand that picked up the toast suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Yes, old Joan and himself are descendants of immigrants.
Although he often talks about how the earth is like and how the Huaxia region is like in his life, Jiang Xia has lived in this desert-like Beta star all his life so far. Everything about the earth is what Jiang Xia sees from the documentary.

The earth is so far away, and there are harsh inspections for returning home, even if Jiang Xia and old Qiao An just want to go back to the earth for a look, they can't do it.

For the vast majority of immigrants living in alien systems, their hometown is a dream that can never be realized, and there is no way to go back.

The breakfast continued, but the atmosphere fell silent.

Jiang Xia took out a bottle of Laoganma from the cabinet, and spread a thick layer on the fried eggs.

This way of eating is very weird, but Jiang Xia likes Laoganma, because it is also the taste of hometown.

It was night again in a blink of an eye.

Today's work is very easy, no body needs to be identified was sent, so Jiang Xia hid in the room to read.

Jiang Xia spent the whole day restless.

That strange progress bar was still advancing. When he had dinner with Old Joan, the progress bar had already reached 80.00% [-], and another [-]% would complete the cracking.

"What are you cracking?" Jiang Xia and Old Qiao An said good night to each other and walked out of the restaurant, muttering to themselves.

Back in the room, Jiang Xia had no intention of reading or doing anything, lying on the bed and smoking an electronic pipe, waiting wholeheartedly for the cracking to be completed.

The progress bar jumps very slowly, and every minute is extremely long.

The closer it was to the end, the more irritated Jiang Xia felt, smoking pods one after another, the automatic ventilation system whirring non-stop, constantly filtering the smoke in the room.

When midnight approached, the progress bar finally reached 90.00% nine, and there was only one step left to crack it all.

At this time, the situation suddenly changed.

In addition to the progress bar, there is another set of text, "The cracking is about to be completed, please be ready to receive it."

Receive what?
How to prepare?

Jiang Xia rubbed her hands nervously, a little at a loss.

He even thought about asking Old Joan for help, but in the end, he pushed the idea down.

Jiang Xia had a premonition that what was about to happen might be very important to him, and it was better to keep it a secret until he found out the situation.

When the clock pointed to [-]:[-] in the middle of the night, the progress bar finally went to the end, and the cracking progress reached [-]%.

Jiang Xia closed her eyes and frowned tightly, staring at the progress bar that was no longer moving forward.

"Crack complete, start data migration!"

Jiang Xia noticed that there was an exclamation point at the end of the new text!

Boom~
In the next second, the world is spinning!

The huge amount of data that suddenly poured into Jiang Xia's brain from nowhere made him dizzy.

The blue veins on his forehead were tense, and his whole body was shaking violently like an electric shock!
coming!

finally come!

PS: It feels good to see the brothers again.

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(End of this chapter)