"A dream-like world." Fu Qingjun lowered his head. "The civilized country of ants!"
They couldn't see him, even if he was sitting right in front of them.
Someone on the Internet once said that ants were two-dimensional creatures in a sense. Humans were three-dimensional creatures to them, and low-dimensional creatures existed that couldn't see Gao Wei.
In fact, regardless of whether this view was correct or not, ants couldn't see him.
Because ants' vision was extremely low, as they were extremely nearsighted, they didn't rely on their vision to perceive the outside world.
The vision of ants couldn't see the full picture of a huge human.
Even if they were to stick close, it was like a human sticking to the wall of a 10,000-meter-tall building. They would only be able to see a complete corner of the building, such as a part of a nail, a part of a skin...
"I'm sitting right in front of them, and they can't see me at all."
Fu Qingjun sat on the table. His hair was already hanging down to the ground level with his height. His hair danced in the wind as he looked down at the ants on the table.
It was like an indescribable giant cosmic demon overlooking the earth.
Fu Qingjun found an account book of the original owner, opened it to a new page, and wrote "Desk Biological Experiment Circle 01" with a pen. Then he began to record the data:
"Through soul injection, ants possess extremely high intelligence from the beginning..."
Soon, something even stranger happened after he had just written down the notes. In Fu Qingjun's eyes, their movements were getting faster and faster, as if they were gradually accelerating...
One time,
Two times,
...
Seven times!
Seven times faster, turning into afterimages.
"Their speed and movements are accelerating??"
Fu Qingjun vaguely sensed the reason and excitedly wrote down the abnormalities in the notebook. It was as if he was recording experimental data in a chemistry laboratory and looking at a petri dish.
"My preliminary guess is that such a powerful high-quality soul has a thinking speed seven times that of a normal consciousness. It's obviously incompatible with their low-level ant bodies!"
"It's like a super CPU was suddenly imprisoned in some kind of extremely slow old computer, and could only move at the speed of a turtle."
"Thinking and consciousness seven times faster, body movements one time. Therefore, the ant's body was stimulated by some kind of hint from the soul, directly prying open the potential of the body. It was as if they had entered some extreme state of burning life. Their movements began to crazily speed up and began to catch up with the thinking speed of the soul."
"To sum it up in one sentence, their brains have thought of it … and their bodies have started to follow suit!"
Fu Qingjun looked at the entire swarm of ants from a strange perspective in shock. He mumbled, "Their movements are so fast that they can keep up with their thinking speed by seven times. Could this be … the legendary Seven Times Kaio-ken?"
This was probably because the soul was forcefully stimulating the body's potential. The overload of seven times the movement, the ant's genes might collapse at any time.
"Wait! These ants' super high-energy souls came from me, so their bodies had to move seven times faster to keep up … "
"In other words, my soul, thoughts, and consciousness … are already seven times faster than my weak body?"
Through the ants, Fu Qingjun thoroughly realized that his powerful soul was imprisoned by his weak body. This was also the reason for his headache.
Under normal circumstances, his thoughts and actions should be seven times faster than ordinary people! At that time, others would only see him as an afterimage, and he would truly be Superman!
But his body couldn't keep up. It was as if he had been installed in an old computer.
"Maybe I can also pry open some kind of physical limit like an ant, enter Overload, and let my actions keep up with my super thinking."
"But for the body, it's instant suicide."
Fu Qingjun thought about it and frowned. "I should train my body and let my weak body keep up. This is the right way. Only then can I completely digest my foundation and transform it into strength."
He suddenly thought of those martial arts manuals. Maybe he could try it.
He kept summarizing the process of the experiment. At this time, those flying ants, at seven times the speed, actually fumbled on the ruins again and built their own country.
In a sense, their sense of time for one hour was equivalent to seven hours for a normal person. Their movements were as fast as afterimages.
However, with such fast movements, Fu Qingjun could see them very clearly through his hair …
This was very strange.
Could it be that his hair had really become his tentacles, like countless antennas, sensing the world?
"Now, am I going to teach them to build a castle?" Fu Qingjun sat in front of the window and looked at the table, which looked like a pile of rice grains crawling around. He found it very interesting.
The ants had begun to study the whole world.
The world on the table was blank. There was no knowledge, wisdom, or civilization. Everything started from scratch. It was like the ancient apes exploring the meaning of life from the beast era. Hunting, communicating …
That queen ant seemed to have begun to control the entire new ant colony and was exploring everywhere.
This time, Fu Qingjun didn't take any action.
He just quietly observed the ant tribe on this wooden table. He didn't teach them anything and let nature take its course.
He suddenly thought of himself when he was a child. He squatted on the ground and watched the ants carry food. He often liked to surround them with water or tease them with various small sticks …
Soon, these ants scattered and began to explore the ruins of the ruins from last night. The rooms of the castle were like entering a maze.
They even found the food stored in the room by the previous ants.
Hiss …
Hiss …
They crawled aimlessly.
Although they had intelligence, they didn't know what they were going to do. They crawled around the room in a daze and began to eat food.
Suddenly, the ants showed a strange unified movement. They bumped their tentacles and gathered together as if they were holding some kind of meeting.
"They're actually trying to create a language."
Fu Qingjun watched for a while and was immediately stunned by these sacred ants!
He quickly and anxiously wrote a paragraph in his notebook.
"Ants use pheromones as language to communicate … but it's too simple now! Now they're creating more complicated pheromone language that can express emotions. By touching their tentacles, they're setting a unified standard for language! "
"The beginning of a civilization of life is communication and inheritance, and communication comes from the emergence of language!"
Fu Qingjun suddenly felt an instinctive fear that came from the depths of his genes for tens of millions of years.
In the long evolutionary history of Earth, countless creatures had been eliminated and evolved. Humans were the only intelligent life on Earth, but the ants in front of them had developed a high level of intelligence and were breeding a civilization and era that belonged to them on the table … This meant that on this planet, there was going to be an unprecedented subversion of civilization!
However, Fu Qingjun was excited because he knew that he … could control them.
He could control these high-level intelligent life that required hundreds of millions of years of evolutionary history!
Fu Qingjun continued to observe the development of the civilization on the table curiously.
They communicated for a long time. Their tentacles bumped together, unified a certain vocabulary, precise meaning, and simple language to express emotions began to appear.
However, after creating a language, the ants seemed to have begun to wander around aimlessly again.
After a long while, they actually divided into several batches. Because they had obtained a language, they began to intensify their communication. The division of labor was extremely clear, and their efficiency became extremely high.
Some of them began to leave some marks on the soil, trying to create words.
Some of them began to build new houses in groups.
Some of them began to explore all the surrounding buildings on a large scale, opening up new territory.
In an instant, they displayed extremely strict organizational discipline. Fu Qingjun was surprised by their intelligence. Although ants were creatures that had an extremely strong division of labor and discipline, they soon came to the flower pot at the corner of the table.
But soon, they came to the flower pot at the corner of the table. Following the branches, they climbed up the sunflowers and found the throne left behind by the War of the Best.
Whoosh —
In an instant, countless ants seemed to be in a huge commotion!
Hiss …
Hiss …
They directly carried the queen up and flipped over the soil throne. They could vaguely see a stone tablet with a soil tadpole engraved on it.
They stopped creating words and began to try to decipher these tadpole characters.
There were only a hundred or so initial characters and symbols.
The corresponding symbols and their general meanings were noted with pictures. The ancient creatures that left behind the ruins seemed to want to leave behind proof of their existence and express some things in ancient words.
At the same time, they were not only surprised by the ancient words, but also by the recording on the ancient stone tablet.
In the sky, an indescribably vast and unknown twisted creature was hidden in the dense fog in midair. A huge chaotic airflow lingered around it, as if it was a supreme ruler, coldly staring at every creation in this pitiful world. In the illusion, countless black pillars pierced through the sky and fell on the ground.
On the ground, under the gaze of the indescribably mysterious ruler of the fog, two ancient clans roared and fought each other on the ground.
The sky …
The ground …
This shocking mythical scene fiercely crashed into their hearts.
As they continued to look, behind this scene was a stone tablet with words.
"Amiro created all things."
All the ants were completely shocked.
There was a loud rustling sound on the table. It did not seem to be a sound that ants could make. It had a sinister and evil feeling.
"The creator created two clans and let them fight on the ground?" They whispered to each other, and their pheromones were transmitting.
As they continued to look down, in the midst of the shock, there was another simple sentence on the stone tablet.
"We had a fierce debate. The appearance of God could not be unified."
The strange description at the end caused all the ants to feel an intense fear.
It was a drawing of the creatures of the Era of Ruins. Each of them saw his true appearance in the fog and argued fiercely because of different opinions.
Strange patterns were twisted on it.
There was an image of a giant ant. It had countless evil, twisted black legs, winding in an arc in the sky like a pillar.
There was an image of a giant spider that looked like an octopus. It had countless long legs that pierced into the ground …
There was an image of a black furball. Countless flashing twisted lines floated in the air like a black sun hanging in the sky. Countless threads pierced into the ground.
All the ants were stunned.
What the prehistoric creatures saw was different …
But there was no doubt that all the images of Amiro had the iconic countless black columns.
Fu Qingjun also saw this. He was a little speechless. With a calm expression, he continued to write in his notebook:
"Although they are smart, their eyesight is limited. They can't see my face clearly. They can only see a corner of it. Coupled with their own imagination, they can only see a leopard through a tube. They still call me … God, Amiro.
"But I'm just an ordinary human with luscious hair. It's just that due to some incident, I had more souls that overlapped with each other, resulting in some abnormality. Now, I'm just doing petri dishes on an ordinary table in an ordinary World War II human society …"
Fu Qingjun was still very honest.
He did not think that he was God. He was unimaginably weak.
He could only use his mental power to control his hair. Other than that, his mental power could not even move the paper.
And what could his hair do?
It could only float in the air, weak and powerless, not even as strong as a finger.
Fight?
They would grab your flying hair and tear off your scalp!
Hair could only be used for inserting things.
"But to the ants, I am a vast giant. In this ant nest where intelligence was born, I can be considered a god … because I can easily control their life and death."
Fu Qingjun continued to read.
At this moment.
The ants were even more chaotic. Panic, uneasiness, anxiety, fear … Countless emotions spread. They looked at the next record on the stone tablet.
In the prehistoric ruins of civilization, this was a sentence that was full of terror, morbid, profound, and bizarre.
"Death has begun …"
"We have done all kinds of rituals, but we cannot summon him …"
After this strange and horrifying sentence was recorded, it seemed that an unimaginable mysterious event had occurred. A large number of people began to die, and the prehistoric tribe began to disappear. In the end.
Only a crooked sentence was left on the tablet. It was branded with the intense fear of the prehistoric creatures before their death.
"Our consciousness is short, but our bodies are eternal."
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