492: Chapter 136: A Bit of Knowledge 492: Chapter 136: A Bit of Knowledge Mosquitos and Midges Suzuki Swift, originally nicknad “Drizzle,” used to be a renowned Hero in earlier years.
Many years ago, she fell into the hands of Sky Fierce and was defeated, then underwent Ultimate Way Consensus Therapy and beca a mber of the Green Forest.
It has been many years now.
After personality reconditioning through Ultimate Way Consensus Therapy, her past beca a wisp of smoke that dissipated.
Most of her previous mories were still retained in her biological brain.
But these normal life mories, whether in duration, emotive intensity, or priority in her brain, were all inferior to the technically augnted collective mory of the Green Forest.
So, the forr life of “Drizzle,” Suzuki Swift, was not worth ntioning.
However, it was precisely because of this past life that she had so interactions with Borshu three years ago.
Because she shared many similarities with Borshu.
Both of them had co from the ranks of Jianghu Hermits, both were initiated by masters, and both practiced Martial Studies that were similar in style, focusing on high mobility and Guerrilla Warfare.
And both were captured by the forces of Sky Fierce.
However, the difference was that Suzuki Swift had been besieged by a team personally led by Sky Fierce and then taken down directly.
Borshu, on the other hand, walked into a trap during his maintenance.
But this is, after all, a common background.
On the third day of becoming a Green Forest, Suzuki Swift wiped out a transport team and personally crushed several biological brains flat.
That day, she knew she could no longer beco a Hero.
Therefore, after Borshu joined the bandits, she waited five days before going to socialize.
She sincerely felt at the ti that this new brother could beco a confidant of hers.
But then Borshu expressed his contempt for Suzuki Swift in a direct and violent manner.
Suzuki Swift felt angry at the ti.
In the following months, she watched Borshu’s struggles, which had been a pleasure to her.
Later on, Sky Fierce began to train Borshu ticulously, taking his Martial Arts skills to the next level.
This was a treatnt Suzuki Swift had never enjoyed.
After a while, Sky Fierce even helped Borshu take over the ranking of “Sky Speed,” instantly making him famous among the Green Forest.
This made Suzuki Swift even more displeased.
She held back a burst of anger, feeling that as a “Green Forest” mber, she was purer than Borshu, and her ranking should definitely not be lower than his.
Since then, she has been more concerned with the ranking that few in Jianghu cared about.
She kept watching Borshu’s painful struggles, as if seeing this scene would gradually heal her internal wounds.
Until three years ago when Borshu mysteriously disappeared.
Seeing this, Xiang Shan withdrew.
He summoned his following companions, brought a few captured heads, and then took them to the corner.
He pulled out a wire from his wrist and connected it into Suzuki Swift’s head.
“I need to ask you sothing,” Xiang Shan said.
He now controlled all the hardware connected to Suzuki Swift, able to monitor her brain activity in real-ti and read her output.
Xiang Shan could even bypass the security protocols and read her subconscious under the guise of an “assistant program.”
“I will not betray the stronghold.
You needn’t ask further,” said Suzuki Swift.
If one were an Internal Martial Artist above the chanical Realm, they might be able to slightly disturb the machine’s detection chanisms.
But Suzuki Swift couldn’t surrender to the crippling reality.
In such a state, she was unable to lie—whenever the thought of “fabricating an answer” arose, certain specific chanisms in her brain would be triggered.
This process was perceptible for Direct Connectors.
Suzuki Swift didn’t expect to be able to deceive such an enemy.
Of course, she could also choose to “remain silent”.
However, if the questioning was skillful enough, one could almost extract any information from the interrogated’s mind.
After all, “remaining silent under a credible lie detection chanism” was in itself an answer.
Xiang Shan stared at her with a complex gaze—if his face could still display sothing like “complex emotions” that is.
He said, “I had a friend, nicknad ‘Striped Warrior’.”
Suzuki Swift’s thoughts stalled for a mont.
Then, a satisfying burst of electrical discharge erupted.
“Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
So that’s it!
So that’s how it is!
You are actually that kid’s old friend, huh?
How does it feel to know your friend has beco Green Forest?
Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Even for soone like you, a Hero…
Even you have friends in the Green Forest!
Ha ha ha ha!”
“I don’t have Green Forest friends,” Xiang Shan said, “The Striped Warrior’s Borshu art died as a Hero after a duel with elite Mobile Cavalry from the Moon three years ago.”
Suzuki Swift hesitated: “What is this…
what Internal Martial Skill is this…
why do I feel you are telling the truth?
Did you mix up the information entering my brain?
What did you do?”
Xiang Shan felt a strong sense of unease and fear.
The reason Xiang Shan chose Direct Connection was partly to more effectively read Suzuki Swift’s thoughts.
On the other hand, it was also to make Suzuki Swift sense his “honest words.”
Such reading could be set to two-way.
But now, Suzuki Swift seed to believe “the other side intentionally made think the Direct Connection is set up as two-way when in fact, the information fed into my brain has all been edited by Inner Strength.”
Xiang Shan sighed.
What a bother.
With a shift in thought, more data flowed from his brain, constructing a “chat room”-style blank space.
Following that, Xiang Shan’s mory files began to populate the blankness.
Due to the significant differences between Xiang Shan’s and Suzuki Swift’s biological brains, he couldn’t share “dream servers” directly like the Eighth Martial God and Zhu Xinyu.
But the “New Space” series, along with subsequent simulated programs, were designed for the purpose of facilitating communication.
Suzuki Swift fell into an Illusory Realm.
It was the end of a narrow cave, where it seed an explosion had occurred at the cave entrance, and the wreckage of a War Chariot was embedded there.
Outside the cave, the sun had risen, scattering its light across the land.
A few rays of sunlight fell into the cave but were blocked by the wreck of the War Chariot.
The sunlight halted at the edge of a corpse.
A woman with an indistinct face touched herself, “What is this?
My body…
a simulated program?
Who in the world are you?”
Xiang Shan squatted down, pointing to the remains on the ground: “This is where the Striped Warrior, Borshu, was laid to rest.”
“Ah, woman, I’ve got to tell you a little fact.
The Benchmark Man being able to substitute ATP with Electric Field Energy ans that many other cellular functions that would normally require ATP could be powered by Electromagnetic Force.
Like…
the ion pumps on nerve cells.”
Ion pumps are one of the types of mbrane transport proteins.
They can also be considered a special kind of carrier protein that propels specific ions against the electrochemical gradient through the plasma mbrane while consuming energy derived from ATP, belonging to active transport.
Essentially, ion pumps are reversible ATPase driven by external energy.
“This ans that so little-known electrical signals can more simply make you spill your true feelings.”
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