pjbooks Chapter 515 Injection!
Chapter 515 Injection!
There was a three-second silence.
The system panel pops up:
[Star Core Crystallization - Core Power Slot Installation Complete]
【Meshing accuracy: 99.97%】
[Core Power Slot - Activation Status: Successful]
[Energy Output Curve: Standard]
Zhang Yan retracted the Thousand Machine Arm and stepped back off the platform.
Guan Xing slammed the data panel onto the worktable: "Four hours and one minute, thirty-nine minutes faster than estimated."
Zhang Yan looked towards the corner.
Nie Qingcheng put the empty coffee cup on the ground and stood up from her chair.
She walked to the worktable, glanced down at the curves on the data panel, and then looked up at Zhang Yan.
"Next step."
It's not a question.
She knew what the next step was.
Zhang Yan knew that she knew.
The system panel floated to the right of his field of vision, with gray text and no embellishments:
[Final Awakening Condition for the Heavenly Craftsmanship: The Maintainer Injects 1% of the Primal Consciousness]
This operation is irreversible.
[Cannot be paused]
[Content that cannot be eliminated]
Should we proceed?
Countdown to crystallization activity: 5 hours and 52 minutes.
Zhang Yan looked at the line of text and then glanced at Nie Qingcheng.
She stood beside the worktable, her hands in her sweater pockets, her face expressionless.
"Let's go out and observe the stars," Zhang Yan said.
The stargazers are already packing up their equipment.
She picked up the data board and level, slowed her pace as she passed Nie Qingcheng, opened her mouth as if to speak, but ultimately said nothing.
I walked out of the lab, and the door closed from the outside.
Zhang Yan took the metal box out of the inner pocket and placed it in the most conspicuous position on the worktable.
"The video is inside, forty-seven minutes long."
Nie Qingcheng's gaze fell on the box.
"If anything is wrong when I wake up."
"It can't be wrong," Nie Qingcheng interrupted him.
Zhang Yan glanced at her for two seconds.
"Okay," he said, turning to face the final stage of the Heavenly Craftsmanship.
Five hours and fifty-two minutes.
enough.
Zhang Yan pressed his right hand against the outer wall of the core module of the Tiangong-1, the metal was very cool.
Nie Qingcheng did not walk behind the observation window.
She stood three meters away from the edge of the platform, her arms crossed in front of her chest.
"You don't need to stand so close," Zhang Yan said.
Where I stand is my business.
Zhang Yan said no more.
On the system panel, the confirmation button floats in the center of the field of view.
Gray text, white frame, no superfluous design.
He closed his eyes.
Consciousness sinks into the heart of the divine craftsman.
Having entered this space hundreds of times in the past, Zhang Yan is already very familiar with its structure.
A golden sphere floated deep within consciousness, its surface flowing with patterns, while its underlying code operated silently.
The injection protocol awaits him at the very bottom layer.
One interface, just open it.
Zhang Yan's consciousness moved closer to that interface.
He quickly went through it in his mind.
Nie Qingcheng.
The first time they met, she sat in the Emperor Hotel suite, legs crossed, watching him enter.
I remember the name.
Birthday, remember.
I remember her habit of stretching her legs out when she sleeps.
Remember the message she sent on the third day after returning to the ruins: "Be careful."
Communication was established 35 seconds after the sun's core was reached. Her first words were, "You're back, remember?"
Qin Xiao.
The first fight happened on the Jiangda playground. He was pinned to the ground and still refused to submit.
remember.
Stargazing.
The first time we met, she handed me the Guantian Pavilion token.
remember.
The pork rib pot in the kitchen, her outstretched ring finger in the hot spring, the angle at which she looked down at him as he knelt down to tie his shoelaces.
I remember everything.
Zhang Yan opened the interface.
It's not like a switch.
It's more like a door being pushed open, and a gust of wind blowing in from behind it, carrying something away.
No pain.
I felt nothing.
There was just a small blank space deep in my consciousness that I couldn't fill with anything.
It's like a page of paper being torn off; when you flip through it, you feel the broken edge, but you can't remember what was written on it.
It lasted for about two seconds.
Then it disappeared.
Zhang Yan opened his eyes.
The laboratory lights remained unchanged.
The coolness of the Tiangong Ultimate Metal Shell still lingers in your palm.
Three meters behind her, Nie Qingcheng's breathing was light and even.
He glanced down at the system panel.
[Injection of Origin Consciousness: Completed]
[Heart of the Craftsman's Completeness: 99%]
[Final Craftsmanship - Final Awakening - Status: Success]
Zhang Yan flexed his fingers.
When I spread and closed my right hand, there was no tremor or numbness, and my sense of touch was normal.
He withdrew his hand from the outer wall of the core module of the Tiangong Final Formation and turned around.
Nie Qingcheng stood still.
Her eyes were fixed on his face, her gaze moving from his left eye to his right eye, then from his right eye to the corner of his mouth, and finally to the center of his brow.
Zhang Yan recognized the gesture.
She was observing.
"I'm fine," he said.
Nie Qingcheng did not respond.
She looked at him for exactly five seconds.
What's the date today?
April 29th.
"What's my name?"
"Nie Qingcheng. Birthday November 17th. Left foot is more sensitive to cold than right foot. She covers herself with the blanket up to her collarbone when she sleeps. She drinks coffee without sugar."
Nie Qingcheng's shoulders relaxed a little.
It was a very small movement, but Zhang Yan saw it.
"What's missing?" she asked.
Zhang Yan recalled.
Start from this moment and work backward, frame by frame.
Landed early this morning, after a 14-hour flight, spent 36 seconds in the sun's core, and penetrated the chromosphere. Had a sandwich before departure.
Further on.
On the first day of Guixu, Mo Yuan greeted them.
The next day, at the Tiangong Hall.
On the third day, I communicated with Nie Qingcheng.
Fourth day.
From morning to noon on the fourth day.
empty.
Zhang Yan remembered the last step of calibrating the resonator on the second floor of the Tiangong Hall on the third night, and he also remembered that Mo Yu handed him a frequency comparison table on the afternoon of the fourth day.
The middle four hours are completely blank.
"On the fourth day of the Return to the Ruins, from morning to noon, about four hours."
"content?"
"I don't know. I can't remember what I did."
Nie Qingcheng turned around and walked to the worktable, opened the data panel, and pulled out a work log for the Guixu phase.
She scrolled down a few pages and stopped at a certain line.
"You stood in front of the observation window on the second floor of the Heavenly Craft Hall for two hours. Mo Yu's handover record says that he called you three times but you didn't respond. For the next two hours, you went to the supplies room to do welding."
Zhang Yan frowned.
Standing in front of the observation window for two hours?
He had absolutely no recollection of it.
"Does it matter?" Nie Qingcheng asked.
"If it's just spacing out and welding, it won't have any impact."
Nie Qingcheng closed the data panel.
She stared at him for three more seconds, then said, "Okay."
Just one word.
But she finally took out her left hand, which had been in her pocket, with slight red marks on her fingertips.
It was pinched out with fingernails.
Zhang Yan saw it, but didn't point it out.
The final rite of creation gave a low, resonant hum behind him.
They both turned around at the same time.
Golden patterns begin at the bottom of the mecha's feet and light up in layers.
Unlike the flickering that occurred when the crystals were placed in their seats before, this time the flickering was continuous.
The light climbed over my knees, over my waist, over my chest, and didn't go out after reaching the top of my head.
The eight-meter-tall dark gold frame radiates a stable golden-white glow.
The four cores of the spirits each glow with their corresponding color at the four corners of the chest cavity.
The crystal pulsates in the center of the core module, with a frequency completely synchronized with the bottom layer of the gate network.