My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!-Chapter 718 - 442: Who is the Third?_2

She was in charge of personally going to the frontline, remotely commanding a group of "puppet machines," which could qualify her to some extent as a "regional leader."

As a tool person who could be discarded at any time, Zhao Ge knew very limited information, so much so that she was even completely ignorant of the specific functions and arrival time of the "seed."

Relatively speaking, as a "regional leader," Chao Shu definitely knew much more than Zhao Ge.

Unfortunately, trying to turn Zhao Ge already cost him his life multiple times, to say nothing of turning Chao Shu... even Zhao Ge himself thought it was a waste of energy.

At least to Zhao Ge, it seemed entirely pointless because Chao Shu’s situation was completely different from his.

As an "Early Warning Aircraft," she was in nearly 24-hour continuous two-way communication with the "carrier."

Even the slightest anomaly could raise the alarm of that "nest."

The previous "capture operation" for Chao Shu ended in failure, and aside from a dog mysteriously disappearing, everyone in Chao Shu’s family was brain dead, which proved it.

Zhao Ge’s statement "You won’t be able to catch ’it’"... was not without reason.

At least after studying for so many days, Meng Lang had not been able to come up with a viable plan to capture a "neuron"...

But it was not that he had gained nothing at all.

At least, after some serious study, he suddenly had a very bold guess about the existence and characteristics of the Night Demon Clan!

Whether it was humans or aliens, no matter how incredible their racial talent, they had to follow the most fundamental principles of biology.

Among them, a very important point is... the number of neurons determines the complexity and precision of systemic thinking!

Wisdom must be built on the basis of matter, and Meng Lang called this the "Wisdom Conservation Law"!

That is, the number of neurons you have determines the extent of "biological intelligence" you can exhibit.

A paramecium, a "single-celled organism," no matter how exceptional its intelligence, could not be smarter than a cockroach.

This is due to the absolute advantage based on the "number of neurons"!

The Divine Race’s form of life is the same; even if the cellular structure is extremely complex, one or two, or even several hundred neurons are unlikely to possess the autonomous consciousness demonstrated by highly intelligent life forms.

This point is evident from the nearly blatant rebellion of Zhao Ge, as the Night Demon in his brain did not immediately kill him.

Instead, it waited for a command from a higher order "intelligent individual" before killing Zhao Ge, and that was proof!

This indicates that the entity in Zhao Ge’s brain was not a "complete" Night Demon!

At least in terms of wisdom, it could not compare to the "intelligently functioning Night Demons" of the "nest" capable of normal logical reasoning.

So, the question arises.

Does this so-called "Divine Race" also have levels of intelligence? Do the less intelligent ones only deserve to parasitize "tool people"?

Clearly, that would be unreasonable, so... could it be like human neuronal cells...

Belonging to some sort of "collective intelligence"?

What is human consciousness?

Its basis exists in the brain, and even further, in the complex electrochemical reactions that evolve from the hundreds of billions of neurons in the brain...

Could it be that the "social hierarchy" of the other party is not based on "intelligence levels," but rather the number of "neurons"?

Perhaps there’s only a "pinch" in Zhao Ge’s brain, possibly a "cluster" in Chao Shu’s brain, and in that "nest"... perhaps a whole lump...

The more numerous the neurons, the control over the less numerous.

Could this form the unique "social hierarchy" of the Divine Race?

This guess was very bold. But if it was as he thought... perhaps... the Zhao siblings weren’t truly "beyond help"...

Because all life forms that exist through a "collective intelligence" have a core of primary consciousness...

The absolute core of the Night Demon Clan on Earth is undoubtedly what’s referred to as the "nest."

So, if he could take out that "nest"...

Would the rest of the Night Demons on Earth lose command and fall into a state of "brain death" in a certain sense?

Hmm! This is a question worth deeply researching by the brothers...

"Although I don’t quite understand, it seems really amazing..." Xiao Yu looked on admiringly.

But the next second, her little face turned stern.

She put down the fragrant, overflowing lunchbox in her hand and said, hands on her hips and complaining.

"But even if you’re busy, there should always be time to eat."

Meng Lang looked up and realized it was indeed past mealtime.

"Sorry, sorry, I got too engrossed and lost track of time."

"Forget it Uncle, you better go eat, irregular meals aren’t good for the stomach!"

Seeing Xiao Yu’s imitation of an adult, Meng Lang chuckled as he picked up his lunch box.

"Alright! I’ll listen to the Chief Supervisor and eat right away!"

But looking over the desk littered with books everywhere, he suddenly couldn’t find a place to eat.

Xiao Yu, observing the chaotic study, frowned her delicate brows.

"Really Uncle, go eat in the living room, look how messy this is, I’ll help you tidy up a bit." ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

"Ah? Is that not too much trouble, I can do it myself."

"Oh! Just go out, organizing things is my specialty!"

"Ah? But..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Xiao Yu had already pushed him out of the study without further ado.

Meng Lang turned around and saw Xiao Yu already starting to tidy up, clearly enjoying herself, it was then he remembered Xiao Yu’s certain "attribute"...

Looking at the "books," which were even aligned at fairly consistent angles, Meng Lang tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Forget it, let her be.

Though this study held his greatest "secret," it wasn’t the first time he had entrusted this secret to "Xiao Yu."

If among all these books, Xiao Yu happened to pick up and open "Brave Heart"...

Then why not just surrender to this formidable fate?

With a smile, he went to the dining table in the living room with his lunch box, Meng Lang ate while sorting through various pieces of information from the last episode of his "autobiography" in his mind.

Besides the key intelligence of the "Divine Race," naturally, the book revealed plenty of useful information as well.

It included international trends, business development, technology, economy, and so on...

Most of the information he had already analyzed and sorted out, but there were a few small details that he still couldn’t make heads or tails of.

For example, the sentence "In 2018, the first movie to be edited with the aid of AIGC, ’Pegasus,’ was released, receiving massive reactions."

As far as he knew, "Pegasus" had already finished filming and was in post-production, so how did it end up using his AIGC (AI-Assisted Content Creation)?

He hadn’t heard that Baiyeji had already started this line of business, had he?

And then there was that strange introduction "Chief disciple of Liang Shanbo, the world’s fourth hyper-frequency fighter..."

Compared to Zhao Ge, this sentence seemed like it was meant for him to hear.

Including himself and Yan Weiwei...

If Zheng Wan, the first "targeted trainee," was only the fourth hyper-frequency fighter...

Then the question arose... who was the third?

"Bang!" "Crash~" "Ah!"

Just as he was pondering, a sudden noise of clashing furniture and falling objects, along with a startled exclamation, came from the study.

Meng Lang’s heart tightened, and without giving it much thought, he dropped his cutlery immediately and rushed to the study door!

"Xiao Yu! What happened..."

He saw a few books scattered near an overturned chair, and Xiao Yu was sitting on the ground, holding her bottom and staring blankly.

"Xiao Yu, what happened? Are you alright?" Meng Lang hurried to help Xiao Yu up.

"Ah? Oh! I’m fine, sorry Uncle, I was just trying to put the book on the top shelf, but that chair wasn’t tall enough, so I used some books as a step..."

Xiao Yu seemed to come to her senses, scratching her head apologetically.

"Are you sure? Did you hurt yourself when you fell?"

"No, I’m fine, look!" Xiao Yu stood up and dusted herself off.

Meng Lang examined her from head to toe, making sure Xiao Yu was not injured, he then breathed a sigh of relief.

"Whew~ That’s a relief. Really, you should have asked me for help with such things in the future, it’s dangerous!"

"I’m fine... it’s just..."

"What’s wrong? Did you hurt somewhere when you fell?" Meng Lang asked, his expression growing tense once again.

Xiao Yu slowly shook her head, looking puzzled, and glanced up at the tall bookshelf.

"No... umm...

It might just be my imagination..."

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