Chapter 246 - 200: Founder of the Celestial Court... Chu Bamboo?

’Could it be that there are multiple Extraterrestrial Civilizations involved in the current situation?’

’Some of them have contacted the Golden Dawn and are suspected of being related to the Ancient God, but others... are simply Extraterrestrial Civilizations making first contact with Earth? And that’s why they harbor such extreme malice toward Earth’s civilization?’

’Or maybe God is an Extraterrestrial Civilization, but a long time ago, they went to Mars and encountered other Extraterrestrial Civilizations, and the two sides went to war! The information pollution might have been an attack by one Extraterrestrial Civilization against the civilization God belongs to...’

’That would explain some things... but there are still so many confusing points.’

Chu Bamboo’s mind felt muddled. In the end, he decided to stop thinking about it and just keep reading.

"Year ’62: The editing of Moon Grass was a success... I’ve decided to officially launch the Extraordinary Project! After all, only by becoming a Transcendent... can I resist the pollution to a great extent!

This might be the only way to break the stalemate!

In the future, Transcendents will be able to know the relevant information; the stronger they are, the more they’ll know! On the other hand, truly ordinary people can’t know anything...

Unfortunately, even I have only just touched the threshold of the First Realm; I’m not a true First Realm Transcendent! So I can’t know, either! And I can’t tell you, either."

"Year ’63: Success! I’ve successfully used this to truly step into the First Realm... Ah, this familiar power! It’s so comforting, so joyful... But for this, I’ve also sacrificed a lot...

Am I... advancing by stepping on the corpses of my comrades?"

Chu Bamboo: "..."

Chu Bamboo fell silent. If he remembered correctly, Fushui was essentially the blood of the polluted, wasn’t it? Under these circumstances, a large amount of medicinal herbs, and even Moon Grass, were also needed for Purification...

So...

’He created a batch of polluted individuals, and then... used their blood to advance?’ Chu Bamboo sighed, but he didn’t feel overly sad or morally squeamish. After all, if he had to guess, they probably used death row inmates... Of course, even if they hadn’t, it wasn’t his place to say anything!

But in the next moment, Chu Bamboo was left reeling. The amount of information was simply too much; it practically crashed his brain.

"Year ’63: I established an Extraordinary organization, the Celestial Court.

...

I knew you’d be shocked... Although I established the Celestial Court, it’s quite obvious that the Celestial Court from the previous timeline was not founded by me!

I’m purely cosplaying. After all, in the current situation, I feel the chances of entering a ruined timeline are far too high... so I might as well just let loose. I don’t even know if this thing I’m writing now will ever reach you!

One more thing: we can now mass-produce a number of Transcendents!"

"Fuck!" Chu Bamboo cursed.

"Year ’65: I have successfully become a Third Realm Body Refiner! And a Second Realm Cultivator."

Chu Bamboo: "...Son of a bitch!"

’Isn’t that a bit too ridiculous, breaking through two realms in just two years? Wait!’

Chu Bamboo’s eyes suddenly lit up, and then he saw: "I knew you were going to ask me! How to break through to the Second Realm? It’s the same old story: when you feel it, you’ll break through... I can only say that after those few cycles, your foundation as a Cultivator should be fully accumulated! You’re just waiting for your Celestial Mandate."

"Don’t ask me what my Celestial Mandate is... I already told you, I tasted my Celestial Mandate by stepping on the corpses of my comrades."

"Speaking of which, regarding your physique... when you jumped into that radiation pool before, the radiation you absorbed in one go! It was probably enough for you to charge to the Second Realm...

But because you have your ’golden finger’, it ended up being absorbed bit by bit, within a range you could handle!"

His good brother was clearly making a bold guess: "You have to understand, people like you who can get stronger without even training their physique, that’s a rare case!"

"Other people aren’t like you... Even during their adaptation period, someone like Uncle Li would probably need to absorb Fushui to transform slowly! I figure this is the real reason why it was completely useless when you chugged Fushui back then... You were already full, so what’s the use of consuming more?"

"However... since you know that I’ve broken through to the Second Realm in Cultivation, you should be able to guess what I’m about to say next, right?

Yes, I’m talking about the Second Realm evolution of the Memory Divine Techniques!

My Second Realm evolution is called: Engraving!"

Chu Bamboo was now wide awake.

"Through trades and acquisitions, I obtained an Extraordinary Artifact passed down from the Ancient Era: the Chixiao Sword!

Ah, yes, yes, yes, the one that belonged to Liu Bang. The Divine Technique of this sword, if I were to describe it with a word from the future, would be: Fire!

I’m not sure if Liu Bang was a Transcendent, but if the Saint from the West, from a not-so-distant time period, was a Transcendent, then it stands to reason that he also wielded Extraordinary Power, right?

Yes, this is naturally a ’noun’ Divine Technique! I even suspect that the reason Liu Xiu... cough cough.

I don’t know if this sword gained Extraordinary Power because it slew the white serpent... or for some other reason?!

In any case, the end result is that I used my Memory Divine Technique to Engrave the Fire Divine Technique into my body.

This Engraving! It will allow me to use the Engraved Divine Technique. Though its strength will be limited by my current Power Level!"

Chu Bamboo was shaken to his core.

"Of course, I can only use this Engraved brand once!

Each Engraving consumes fifty percent of the power in my body!

You can think of Engraving as a universal derivative of a Divine Technique, allowing me to freely copy any Divine Technique for one-time use!

Currently, I’ve only learned to Engrave the Divine Techniques from Artifacts... As for how to Engrave the Divine Techniques of a Transcendent? I don’t know!

Because right now, besides me, there are only Body Refiners in the Celestial Court, no other Cultivators... I’m finally starting to understand just how high the death rate for Cultivators is! It’s really one comes, one dies..."

Chu Bamboo sucked in a sharp breath, his mind reeling.

’Good brother, isn’t this a bit too badass?’

He quickly straightened his back, staring intently at the Divine Technique Cultivation method his good brother had derived... only to discover that it seemed impossible to practice...

’Or rather, he’d probably have to wait until he reached the Second Realm to even attempt to cultivate it?’

"...But! It’s not all for nothing." Chu Bamboo swallowed, looking at another Divine Technique his good brother had provided—the further development of Rewrite.

Yes, the limits of the Rewrite that Chu Bamboo currently possessed were actually far beyond this.

"Rewrite, Rewrite... the preliminary stage of Rewrite allows you to rewrite your past form onto your present self! You can use it to recover from injuries... or even disguise yourself as a child...

But the next step for Rewrite is to Rewrite talent! This was the source of my initial idea for Engraving, or you could call it the prototype...

You, my future self, probably can’t even imagine it, but the me of right now is already a truly top-tier mathematician, physicist, and chemist... Why am I like this when I have no talent in these areas?

Because I traded to Rewrite the talents of the most brilliant ordinary people! Of course, I can only Rewrite from ordinary people; I can’t even Rewrite the talents of those Body Refiners. But it’s enough. After all, this is just a branch of the Skill Tree derived from the First Realm development of Rewrite...

Although this kind of Rewriting takes a very long time... and although it might jumble my thoughts, because of it, I have become a true human polymath!

Hahahaha... I will definitely be able to save humanity! Definitely. Hehehehe..."

"..." Chu Bamboo pinched the bridge of his nose. On the one hand, he was amazed by the special application his good brother had developed and was happy for him, but on the other hand... he also faintly sensed that something was wrong...

’Why do I get the feeling that good brother’s tone of voice is a little off right now?’

Chu Bamboo read it over again, then closed his eyes to think for a moment. He felt it wasn’t just his imagination. After pondering for a while without reaching a conclusion, he continued reading, and his expression shifted slightly.

He discovered that the rest of the diary entries were extremely chaotic, even disordered!

For example...

"Year 7777, hahahaha... They will all die! Kill them all."

"Year 6666, Lin Xia is dead! But he left a daughter..."

"Z, you dare to defy me too? I’ll burn your mainframe to the ground!!!"

"Celestial Net, oh, Celestial Net! You wretched network... just die under my Crimson Sky Fire! Hahahahaha!!!"

"James Raven, kill! Howard Raven! Kill! Heaven creates all things to nourish man, yet man has nothing to give back to Heaven! Kill, kill, kill... Kill them all!"

"Hehehe, I am the king of the world-ah!!!"

"Hahahaha... You want to kill me! You can’t kill me... You can’t even track me down."

His good brother even started writing strange words that Chu Bamboo couldn’t understand. And many words were heavily blacked out!

A chill ran down Chu Bamboo’s spine. ’Has good brother gone completely insane?’

’No, could it be... a problem with Rewriting the talents of those ordinary people?’

Countless thoughts flashed through Chu Bamboo’s mind. He read it all over again, constantly trying to put himself in his friend’s shoes, and a look of shock gradually appeared in his eyes. "It’s... the degeneration of his personality and the pollution!"

Chu Bamboo re-evaluated the Rewrite talent based on its method of use. It seemed to be a Reproduction of an ordinary person’s entire system of knowledge, stuffed directly into his own brain!

It was like treating a human brain like a machine, just copying and pasting...

Indeed, this method would grant him top-tier knowledge in various academic fields... but the problem was, these chaotic memories would obviously have a massive impact on his sense of self!

And...

His good brother obviously had no way to reset through death and wash away his own pollution.

Chu Bamboo murmured, "The shattering of his cognitive anchor... the deepening pollution... according to what Zhang Hai said... No wonder good brother was ultimately killed on the Siberian Snowfield!"

’And, as expected, the blacked-out parts are... no wonder they were redacted...’

Chu Bamboo had figured it all out. This was all forbidden knowledge! Or rather, knowledge that the person who entered it into Nuwa thought might be forbidden... Clearly, the person who entered it, and the one who reviewed the information, must have both been Transcendents!

Finally.

At the very end of the diary, there were only a few lines left, written in an elegant script.

"My name is Lin Xin Bamboo. Before my father passed away, he entrusted me with entering this series of photographic information into the Nuwa Mainframe!

This is the twenty-eighth year since Uncle Chu’s death! Humanity is on the brink of extinction...

I am the daughter my father had in his later years. By the time I was born, my father was already paralyzed...

Father said that no matter how dire the situation became, Uncle Chu would save the world at the very last moment!

Is it true?

But Uncle Chu went completely mad more than thirty years ago! He was supposedly killed by a neutron bomb, his body left in pieces... He personally destroyed the Cyberpunk Society he controlled...

He is recognized by every nation’s Official government as a traitor to humanity!

He was suspected of defecting to an Extraterrestrial Civilization, spreading pollution far and wide in his madness to gain immense power... even though this is all just speculation, without any evidence.

Is what I’m doing right now the correct thing to do? Was the Uncle Chu that Father trusted the right person? Was my father, so resolute in his final years, correct?

Or could it be that everything that has happened so far is all just part of Uncle Chu’s plan?

But it doesn’t matter anymore. I’ve already deleted the dangerous information or blacked it out... What’s left, even if it’s passed on to the next civilization, should be fine, right?

But no matter what, this is my father’s last wish... so I will record it properly!"

Chu Bamboo finished reading in silence. After a long, long time, he let out a slow sigh and said, "Xin Bamboo, Xin Bamboo... Ah Xia, you really are something else..."