Doomsday Code

Chapter 971 Television Images

Thinking of this, Chen Cheng felt a chill run down his spine.

When Ge Long, who was standing next to Chen Cheng, saw that his body was trembling slightly, he thought that Chen Cheng had used the artifact at full power before and thought that he was experiencing some kind of aftereffect.

"Are you OK."

Hearing Ge Long's concern, Chen Cheng shook his head and said:

"I'm fine, I just thought of some bad outcomes, but we'll have to see how things go first."

Seeing Chen Cheng's strange and erratic behavior, Ge Long, realizing that he was physically fine, stopped paying attention to him.

Led by the barbarian king Gust, they traversed the machine jungle and arrived at the very center.

An old-fashioned black-and-white television set from the last century sits quietly here, with a leather sofa and a coffee table in front of it.

A pot of bubbling tea sits on the coffee table, and to the left of it, the TV remote rests quietly, as if the host had just left for a while.

"This is the strange magical artifact that can reflect images."

The barbarian king pointed to the old-fashioned black and white television and addressed the crowd.

Upon seeing the furnishings, Chen Cheng walked over, sat on the leather sofa, picked up the remote control from the coffee table, and pressed the power button.

He then picked up the teapot and filled the teacup in front of him with a full cup of green tea.

Seeing Chen Cheng's smooth and effortless movements, without any hesitation, the barbarian king was startled.

Because at this moment, apart from not being completely black, Chen Cheng really looked like the little black man the Barbarian King had first seen.

"How about it? Did he do the same thing as me?"

Chen Cheng looked at the barbarian king and asked.

At this moment, Chen Cheng's face showed no excitement, only an expression as cold as ice.

“Yes, it really looks like him. He was holding a teacup in one hand and that strange scepter in the other.”

The Barbarian King didn't know what a remote control was and thought it was some kind of scepter.

After receiving confirmation from the Barbarian King, Chen Cheng slammed his teacup onto the coffee table with a clatter, then gripped the remote control in his hand and shouted to those around him:

"You little devil, get out here! Since you like to scheme against me, do you know what I do when I see these annoying noises?"

With a clang, Chen Cheng drew his King's Sword from his waist and slashed it down at the snowflakes filling the screen in front of him.

Because what he just did was exactly what he loved to do after getting off work in his previous life.

Brew a pot of tea, turn on an old-fashioned black and white television, and then watch the static and noise on it, imagining that it is a time image left over from hundreds of millions of years of time in the universe, in order to relax your tense brain in the research institute during the day.

Chen Cheng had long ago discovered that the people of this so-called ancient civilization seemed to know him, as their ruins contained things related to him.

Therefore, Chen Cheng now suspected that the damned divine thought was actually fake, and that it might be a remnant of an ancient civilization left behind to play tricks on him.

Just as his sword was about to strike the television, the screen flickered with static a few times, and a human face appeared on the screen.

"Experiment 1812, the experiment to reserve the radio frequency band begins."

High-energy radio frequency band access is normal.

Injecting information, 1%, 2%, ... 99%, 100%. Information injection successful.

The time loop begins, one thousand years, three thousand years, five thousand years…

At this moment, in addition to the experimenter's report, another voice appeared.

"Chief Engineer, do you think this new frequency band can withstand decay for that long? I think Xinrui's research is more reliable."

"Zhang Peng, just shut up. Although the three-dimensional time storage has enough time, the supporting equipment simply cannot maintain it for that long. Once the time is up, what use is the data if we can't read it?"

At this moment, another researcher walked into the frame and spoke.

"After 15,000 years, the data has decayed and become distorted, and the first-generation bandgap reader failed to read the data."

"The data has been entered into the archive and is awaiting the next experiment."

"See, we've failed again. It's only been 15,000 years, and we haven't even reached the initial design standards. I think we should redo all the initial experimental derivations. Our approach was wrong from the start."

Zhang Peng's words were like knives stabbing into every researcher. Just when an argument seemed inevitable, the chief engineer stepped forward.

“Zhang Peng is right. Our approach was wrong from the start. If we can’t succeed by following the established route, we’ll change our approach.”

You should all go home and rest today. We'll have a meeting tomorrow; we need to start from scratch.

As the chief engineer finished speaking, the black and white screen flickered, and the next moment the scene changed to a conference room, where all the researchers from yesterday's experiments were now present.

It was clearly already the second day.

"Everyone's here, so let's start by evaluating our current project."

The chief engineer spoke first, as always.

Then Zhang Peng, who had the strongest desire to perform, chimed in:

"In my opinion, the only breakthrough for our project is the implantation of radio frequency information. The amount of data information implanted now is enough to implant all the knowledge of our civilization into a radio frequency segment. As for the rest, I can only say that it is the same as not having it."

What they were saying might have sounded like gibberish to the barbarian king and his men, but to Chen Cheng, it was mostly a very simple concept.

Chen Cheng simply hadn't expected their civilization to be so advanced that they could implant the entire civilization's information into a radio frequency signal. With such technology, they would even use electromagnetic radio frequency as a means of communication.

This is even more boring than performing a ritual in a snail shell.

At this moment, all the other experimenters remained silent after hearing Zhang Peng's words.

The chief engineer looked at it and then said:

"Since no one has any objections, I hereby declare the previous plan invalid and I now have a new plan."

"Just last night, I contacted the General Department, and now there is the latest experimental progress at Base 7458, which has brought new hope to our project."

In the next phase, our research will collaborate with Base 7458, utilizing their biosocial data to develop high-dimensional, targeted brainwave access technology.

Upon hearing this term, Chen Cheng quickly thought of something—the Sea of ​​Magic.

This is something that every magician encounters at the beginning of their career. Prodigy apprentices can enter this state through meditation and receive a matching magical inheritance.

Those who are mediocre can meditate with the help of a mentor to enter into a meditative state and then use this to improve their magical skills.

When he first came into contact with the Sea of ​​Magic, he suspected that it was some kind of brainwave connection, a public database of magical knowledge passed down from ancient civilizations.