The prince of heaven only wants salted fish

This time, Ji Cheng did not stay in the 8137th small world for a long time.

With his qualifications, the spiritual power accumulated from the previous ten years of cultivation in the 8137th small world was almost enough to ascend to the realm. It was not too difficult to kill a worm nest, but this thing was comparable to a giant continent, and it took a lot of time to grind it bit by bit.

So after spending a whole day to grind this continent and a pile of giant insect corpses, Ji Cheng stood in the void and suddenly felt a little tired.

Although the technology of the 8137th small world was advanced and he had a lot of fun playing various games, he had been to so many worlds, and staying in this world for a few more decades seemed to be just that.

And if the human army came back and saw this scene, he might not be able to explain it.

He thought about it for a long time, and finally took out his exclusive mecha, and smashed it into pieces in a few moves, then chose a graceful posture to lie in the wreckage of the mecha cabin and leave the 8137th small world.

Ji Cheng did not end up killing the "Tower Will" directly in the end. Although he knew a lot of ways to kill artificial intelligence, His Royal Highness thought that it would be better to let this guy face the backlash of humans instead of doing it himself.

Not to mention that the Tower Will has not done anything good over the years, the knowledge stored in its huge database is not completely unnecessary for humans.

So after Ji Cheng was promoted to major general, he estimated that the "Tower Will" might take action at any time, so he saved the methods to deal with it in a secret site. Once he died, these contents would be automatically sent to the mailboxes of some people Ji Cheng trusted.

It was precisely because of this back-up that he felt relieved to do all this now.

At the last moment when his consciousness was still in this small world, Ji Cheng vaguely saw a team of starships and mecha soldiers rushing towards this direction in the distance.

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In the short gap before going to the next world, Ji Cheng also asked Siming Tianshen about the follow-up of the 8137th small world. The Xuantian mirror in the Wanjie Palace can see the future of each world. Although there may be variables in some cases (such as His Royal Highness the Crown Prince himself), most of the time the content seen from the Xuantian mirror is still the same.

This is also the first time for him to run away before the dust has completely settled, so he is quite curious.

However, the content of the Xuantian mirror relayed by Siming is similar to what Ji Cheng expected. The Roland Empire received the coordinates and audio sent back by Ji Cheng, and was immediately shocked, especially when they found that the Zerg attack retreated very quickly this time.

There was no time to confront the "Tower Will", and each war zone quickly formed a starship team and set out to explore the coordinates sent back by Ji Cheng. The result is also very obvious: they found the broken insect nest, and also found Ji Cheng's spacecraft and mecha that were almost torn into pieces - of course, there was also his "corpse".

Although they were a little confused about how Ji Cheng smashed the hive, the evidence in front of them almost showed them a fact: the tower will that humans have always revered as "God" is not as selfless as everyone imagines. On the contrary, it has its own selfishness and is even willing to gamble on the future of mankind. An Chen, the new rising star of the Roland Empire, who was calculated by it, was in a desperate situation, but he still smashed the hive at all costs and even paid his life for it.

All this was confirmed again after they found Lorenzo's body.

After that, a movement that was almost a revolution was launched in the Roland Empire. People began to reflect on everything they had done, including their inherent marriage view of alpha and omega, whether they were too blindly following the human helmsman they once trusted, and so on.

And the "tower will" didn't know whether it was because the hope of adulthood was completely cut off. In the end, when facing the questioning of humans, it did not refute or resist at all, but chose to close its self-consciousness-which is almost equivalent to suicide for artificial intelligence-and then returned the huge database containing all human knowledge to humans.

The Zerg nest was crushed by Jicheng. Without the continuous birth of new Zergs, the external threats faced by the Roland Empire were also reduced. It can be said that it is only a matter of time to wipe out the Zergs. Interstellar humans will usher in prosperity and expansion again-of course, by that time, the humans in the 8137th small world will definitely face new problems, but these are not what Jicheng needs to worry about.

The name "Anchen" will also be forever engraved in the history of interstellar human development.

It is nothing more than leaving a name in history.

"Maybe the 'Tower Will' still remembers the original intention of the wise Albert when he created it, so there was no resistance at the last moment," Siming Tianshen sighed, "After all, it has inherited all of Albert's memories." So it will have human joys, anger, sorrows, and desires.

His Royal Highness stared at Siming Tianshen and sneered: "You really understand the 8137th small world very thoroughly."

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the slogans "There are no ugly omegas, only lazy omegas" and they were indeed premeditated! !

The God of Destiny was stunned for a moment, then turned around and started coughing desperately: "Cough, cough, cough, Your Highness, um, we're almost at World 5323."

He encouraged: "You have done very well in the first five worlds! There are only twelve key nodes in the destiny of all realms. If you work harder in this world, you will be halfway there! Come on!!"

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A little different from the previous worlds, Ji Cheng was not alone this time when he opened his eyes.

There were no windows for ventilation in the small room, and the curtains were not closed. The sunlight filtered in through the sealed glass. Instead of a soft and warm feeling, it was messy and a bit dazzling.

Opposite the desk sat a man in a white coat, holding a pen and writing and drawing on the paper.

Ji Cheng fluttered his eyelashes in confusion, not quite understanding the current situation.

The memory of this body was neatly encoded in his mind, but because there was someone who looked like a doctor on the other side, Jicheng couldn't concentrate on reading it.

While he used half of his consciousness to read the original memory, he looked at the "doctor" across the desk calmly.

The "doctor" didn't wear a mask, and he didn't have any medical equipment at hand or in the room - the only thing that made him look like a doctor was his white coat and a pair of glasses with a scholarly look on his face, oh, and There was that pen - he flipped through the stack of papers on the plastic plywood in his hand and asked: "In the past fourteen days, have you ever felt sad? [Note]"

While reading the memory, Jicheng sat upright and answered calmly: "No."

"Have you cried in the past two weeks?"

"No."

"Have you ever had trouble falling asleep or woken up early?"

"No."

“Has there ever been a time when you were disappointed about the future?”

"No."

"Do you feel like a failure?"

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"No."

"Have you ever had any thoughts of suicide or self-harm? Or acted on them?"

"None of them."

"Okay." The white coat opposite him finished flipping through the stack of papers, let go, and the stack of papers clattered back to the first page, which was a large blank space with only his scribblings.

At this time, Jicheng also read all the memories of the original body.

None of it is too complicated -

Yu Ji, an ordinary 23-year-old young man, has just graduated from a top university in country A. He is also a two-generation relative of the Yu family group in country A. His parents died in a car accident a few years ago, but they also left Yu Ji some shares in the Yu family, enough for him to live a life of food and clothing without having to do anything.

It's a pity that this person is unwilling to be ordinary and insists on getting involved in the group's struggle.

Then it was very unfortunate that Yu Ji failed and was expelled from the power center of the group together with the cousin he followed.

Their faction went bankrupt, some were driven away, some chose to commit suicide because they couldn't bear the failure, and the top cousin was also exiled from the country and could never return. Compared with this exiled Yu Ji, his cousin from another country, is even more unlucky——

He was sent to Yan'an Nursing Home by his relatives from the victorious faction without stopping, which is where Jicheng currently sits.

Yan'an Nursing Home, the full name of Yan'an Psychiatric Rehabilitation and Rehabilitation Hospital, is located in the suburbs of a tourist city in country A. It is located in a remote location with beautiful scenery and pleasant environment. It can also be referred to as the bird does not shit. What is it here? From Yan'an The full name of the sanatorium can already be seen.

The white coat adjusted the glasses on his face: "Oh, do you have anything else to say about your condition?"

"Yes," Jicheng said in a calm and polite tone, "My mood has been normal in the past three months. I haven't had any symptoms such as crying, insomnia, loss of appetite, or lethargy. My thinking is clear and logical, and I have no auditory hallucinations. I don't want to I didn’t have any difficulty in making the decision to commit suicide, I had regular medical check-ups, I had no family history, and if there was any setback, it was being sent here by my close relatives.”

"By the way, the question you just asked is not very in line with the standard diagnostic process," he said. "This is a scale for patients to self-evaluate. Each question is calculated based on 1-4 points, rather than being asked by a doctor." After all, I have some experience in psychotherapy in the world of Zero Seven One and Two, so I won’t mention the other party’s other irregularities.

"Okay," the white coat added two more strokes on the first page of white paper after hearing this, and announced, "Severe depression, need to be hospitalized."

Jicheng: "..."