Human Brain Farm

Thesis.

Select a hundred scientists to infiltrate the enemy camp.

Zeng Ciwen knew that this was a sign of the deity's favor towards him, a concession to his perseverance.

"Alas, I ultimately chose the most difficult path... Perhaps leaving with the deity, departing from this fragile Earth about to be engulfed in war, would be the best choice," Zeng Ciwen mocked himself.

But if he left, what would happen to his family, friends, and country on Earth?

How could he let his home planet suffer?

How could he be a deserter?

His character destined him not to be a deserter.

If he truly were a deserter, the civilization he once led would not have been so crazily devoted to constantly exploring the world, even at the cost of its own destruction, just to see the stars.

This hundred-year-old white-haired elder stood by the windowsill, reaching out his hand as if to grasp the sunset in the sky.

"In this lifetime, one must live brilliantly and gloriously. Curling in a corner with regret and pain, reminiscing the past, is not what I want..."

Soon, he notified the country of the entire dangerous situation.

An extraterrestrial civilization is about to invade Earth!

The entire high-level officials of the Xia Country were stunned into shock; they knew about the friction between the worlds of All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds, the Ancestral Witch World and the Red Moon World... They never expected that such a grand cosmic confrontation would soon bring war to their fragile planet.

And what followed was a flurry of actions.

Soon, professors from various universities, renowned scholars, and even some young geniuses were secretly gathered and informed of the pressure they were under.

"The extraterrestrial technological civilization is about to invade our Earth."

"They have space technology, spacecrafts, mechanical armors...."

One by one, the scientists were dumbfounded.

It felt utterly absurd.

Aliens?

We haven't even ventured far from Earth itself, have we?

Human trips to the moon can be counted on one hand.

The plan for humans to set foot on Mars started just this year.

Human satellites orbiting Earth are just shy of a thousand.

This is simply a plot from a science fiction novel like the Three-Body Problem, aliens about to invade, and humanity preparing to fight back.

But regardless, they all began bearing immense pressure because they received a message:

"We are Earth's only hope! We need to write papers outlining the social structure of that terrifying civilization. The top hundred will enter that world and indirectly save Earth!"

"We have only one week!"

They felt an unprecedented burden and pressure on their shoulders.

Their families, friends, the entire Earth, the whole world— they all would be saviors.

Thus, this group of scientists— in biology, mechanics, psychology...various top experts—entered an state of workaholic dedication. Whether going to the bathroom, eating, sleeping, or walking, they were in a mental fog, mumbling to themselves.

Using their lifelong field of study and accumulated knowledge, they speculated on the shape of that world and began writing their papers.

However, did Zhu Zhengwei really want papers?

No.

He only wanted them to think.

And did he truly want their accumulated knowledge and wisdom?

No.

He merely wanted their understanding of the real world— light speed, particles, atoms, molecules, radiation...these deeply ingrained reality parameters.

"They are thinking about these parameters day and night, even in the restroom. Their anxiety is so intense it's making them bald... In their dreams at night, they construct a reality world, which can also be brought into the real science fiction world!"

"That world will develop madly, with a special time ratio."

"Depending on the world's rules, they will yield results there... In that world, the achievements of civilization are not fantastical space rings from a magic world that ignore real-world rules... but genuine, solid technologies brought into reality."

"And when this Dark Side residue world is finally nurtured, that's when I will launch a surprise attack and invade them."

Zhu Zhengwei's plan was not complicated.

In front of him, he had quietly pulled this assembly of over ten thousand elite scientists into a dreamscape, making them miners, letting their dreams merge together, generating a Four-dimensional World with countless computational power!

...

Crack.

When Zhu Zhengwei opened his eyes, he returned to the Ancestral Witch World.

As a Creator God, his essence was surrounded by divine light, overlooking the starry sky. He discovered the embryonic form of a world among the stars, growing and evolving.

Now, with the increasing number of miners, the time ratios in these Four-dimensional Worlds had reached one hundred years for each day.

"The sky, these stars, and even the Ancestral Witch World beneath my feet...all are advancing at the speed of a hundred years a day, constantly leaping forward."

Zhu Zhengwei looked at the embryonic "Technology Planet" world that had formed.

"With a time ratio of one hundred years per day, the natives of that science fiction world will soon progress their civilization. In a few hundred or a thousand years, which is only a few days or a week in reality, the things I desire will soon appear..."

He observed for a moment, quite satisfied, and his lips slightly curved up, "Once I conquer the Red Moon World, I'll start taking action on this new world..."

To be honest, he was somewhat unscrupulous with this move.

Telling people aliens are invading, making them prepare for total war??

But it was the best strategy.

"At the same time, while it seems unscrupulous, it's also beneficial... after all, there is no real threat. By imagining an enemy, these Earthlings become united and even explore the world of these fictitious aliens... they gain immensely, don't they!"

"However, this ultimately put me on the path where the entire Earth population became my miners, digging out my dreamscape and opening up my battlefield of All Heavens," Zhu Zhengwei soon shifted his focus away from this aspect.

Having ventured out, after creating this "Science Fiction World," several days had already passed.

Correspondingly, the New Red Moon World had also experienced several hundred years, with various situations already erupting.

The Curse Civilization was also beginning to mature.

The Seven Great Cursed Weapons were even starting to gain wisdom.

Awakening their Spiritual Wisdom, they became Evil Spiritual Artifacts, reigning over a terrifying, gloomy era.

"Well, after finishing some outside business, this side's Curse Era has also matured. In the enemy world, they are simulating my civilization system, contributing to me, which is quite interesting.... It's time to take a look here..." Zhu Zhengwei's consciousness came over to the New Red Moon World.

Crack.

Deep underground, in a bottle of high-concentration nutrient solution.

A brain suddenly jumped.

Then, like a heart, it slowly revived, rhythmically beating.

And this continually jumping brain cracked open a jaw, opening and closing, "It seems my seven spirits outside have grown to the point where even I don't recognize them.... After all, they were entrusted to outsiders to nurture and develop."

"Perhaps those souls no longer listen to me..."

"However, after all these years, surely no one is guarding against me anymore? No one is trying to secretly find me anymore?"

Crunch.

The glass bottle slowly broke.

This brain slowly embedded itself into a man's heart, replacing it.

The man slowly opened his eyes and walked out of the steel gates of the laboratory. Soon, as an underground cavern appeared, Zhu Zhengwei had already arrived in the outside world, amidst a primeval forest.

"This is no longer the modern world of networks and electronic devices from back then," Zhu Zhengwei looked at this primitive forest, as if modern times had become a distant past, with people fully reverting to the primitive agrarian era.