Train Survival: You're really trying to survive!

Fortunately, the crystal is of good quality, and it can still be turned on after such a long time.

After a few seconds of startup, the crystal projected a mosaic pattern onto the desktop.

"What's going on?" Jingzhe asked curiously.

Looking at the mosaic, Su Li suddenly thought of an exam question she had seen before: "...Is it impossible for the human eye to perceive this artificial light?"

As mentioned in the question, many animals have different eyes than humans, so when they watch TV, they may not see certain colors or only see pixelation.

“That makes sense. I’ll send this to Lao Zheng.”

Qi Guohui opened the manual, sent the repaired props to Zheng Hongyuan, and explained the situation.

After waiting for about 20 minutes, Zheng Hongyuan sent back the props, including a lot of glasses.

"Come on, everyone take one. Put on the glasses and you'll be able to see this light screen."

Su Li picked up the glasses; they looked a bit like 3D glasses from a movie theater.

After putting it on, Qi Guohui opened the crystal.

The crystal projected a light screen onto the tabletop, and this time, the light screen was no longer a mosaic.

Qi Guohui added, "Old Zheng said that the civilized beings in this world have much more advanced vision than humans, and their light-sensing range is much stronger. Many colors are indistinguishable to the naked eye of humans, but to these beings, the differences are enormous."

"Old Zheng said that there might be large-scale equipment that couldn't be sent over for them to analyze, so he specially made a set of glasses for us."

As he spoke, Qi Guohui began to operate the crystal ball.

This crystal ball is quite like a projection phone on Earth; you can operate it by simply placing your hand on the projection.

The projection interface on the desktop is somewhat like a computer's visual operating system, but the operating habits are a bit different from those on Earth.

Qi Guohui played with it for a while and figured out how to control the crystal.

"This thing seems to be connected to the internet, but the server is down," Qi Guohui concluded. "We can only see some local logs and files."

I browsed through the local files, and they all seemed to be scientific documents.

Qi Guohui quickly flipped through the documents and found that they were all related to biological modification. Su Li and her team even spotted their old friend, a parasite with large claws on its neck.

The various unfamiliar parameters are dizzying. Without systematic decryption, no one knows what those messy units with their names actually represent.

It's like showing someone who has never studied mechanics or even English F=3N to someone who can't understand what it means no matter how hard they try.

Qi Guohui gave up looking at these things and turned to his personal log instead.

Of course, he didn't overlook the value of these things, so he sent Jingzhe to collect all the crystals. He planned to bring them back and decipher them; perhaps they could yield some useful information.

Opening a user's log reveals a barrage of technical terms that can be overwhelming.

Qi Guohui activated his speed reading ability, quickly scanned the text, and then began turning the pages.

After flipping through several logs, I finally found one that started to speak in a more natural way.

Today, my therapist said I have some psychological issues and wants me to start recording my mental state in a journal. Basically, they want me to keep a diary.

Upon hearing this news, I had only one feeling: it's finally my turn.

[I'm one of the few in the entire lab who persevered until now before developing psychological problems, and saying that makes me a little proud. I guess I'm a purple pearl among honey-water oysters.]

Indeed, with the world becoming like this, how many people wouldn't experience mental health issues?

Qi Guohui turned to the next page, and sure enough, this page was no longer just the experiment log. Following the experiment log was the user's personal diary.

[I spent some time soaking in the water with the therapist today, and the old gentleman next door started crying while soaking. His feelings are something I, as someone who grew up after the war, can't quite empathize with. Because when I was born, the sea had already become like this. Everywhere was seawater with very low salt content and high alkalinity—it was practically a description of paradise.]

People of my generation are used to this concentration of seawater and to finding salt crystals all the time. Finding salt crystals in the house, touching them out of curiosity, and ending up with injured hands—this is a shared childhood memory for many of us.

I hope my next generation won't have to go through this experience.

Turn the page to the next article.

Because everyone's morale wasn't very good, someone from higher up came to offer their condolences.

[The big star is truly beautiful. Although she's not my type, her gorgeous scales perfectly make up for it. I heard that these stars soak in a specially formulated solution from the pristine ocean every day to maintain their scales. It's good to be rich. Indeed, no one can resist those azure scales.]

But thinking of the enemy's increasingly frenzied offensive, I lost all interest in looking at these scales.

Turn the page, turn the page, keep turning the page.

What followed was mostly casual conversation, about feeling down, how his favorite music group had died unexpectedly in the war, and how the project was progressing slowly.

After flipping through several pages, I finally found some useful information.

[We've achieved a great victory at the front; our manufactured Salt-Cutting Behemoths have joined forces to kill one of the enemy's Salt Stone Giants. However, the dead Salt Stone Giant will pollute a large area of ​​the sea, lowering the alkalinity and increasing the salinity. Whether we win or lose, for us it's just a matter of a major defeat or a minor one.]

Those invaders are idiots. Why do they have to invade our world? Their exoskeletons aren't alkali-resistant at all; our world is completely unsuitable for their survival. They want to take over our world and then transform our oceans into their own. They're insane.

I turned a few more pages

I feel like the sky has fallen. The great sky god has sacrificed himself. Now we only have the great chief god, Orochi, left. Can we really win?

The gaping hole in the sky continues to pour salt into the ocean. Without the sky god, we are even less able to stop their actions.

According to the diary's dates, approximately 170 days and nights later

The enemy's weaponry has been upgraded. The giants' regenerative abilities have been enhanced; they can continuously extract salt from the seawater to replenish themselves. The previous salt-carving behemoths are no longer sufficient to deal with these giants. We now need to develop new biological weapons.

But I think it's very difficult. Right now, the enemy is on the defensive, and we're on the offensive. Their supplies are flowing in continuously, and their advantage is constantly expanding.

I don't want to read the battle reports anymore. If I keep reading, I'm afraid I'll fall into utter despair.

Turn the page again, 200 days and nights later.

The situation is getting worse; even in research institutes far from the battlefield, people need to wear protective suits to withstand the attack.

The only good news I've heard these past few days is that the new type of seaweed developed by the Fourth Research Institute has extremely strong resistance. Although our diet has become more monotonous, at least we won't go hungry.

Turning the page, after 70 pages, the diary came to its end.

[The higher-ups have completely gone mad. The enemy only has the means to open the portal, not the means to close it. We captured the enemy's device for opening the portal, and then the higher-ups actually opened the portal in the Holy Land, at the deepest part of the sea.]

We must perish together with the enemy; the vast amounts of alkaline seawater will surely leave their rear areas in ruins.

[Next, I will be placed in slumber as part of the water resource plan, awaiting the outcome of the war.]

I felt ashamed. If we had been able to reform the salt miners sooner, perhaps things would have been different.

This concludes the diary entry.

Qi Guohui closed his diary, unsure of what to say.

According to the diary, this world was destroyed by interdimensional war. But how should I put it? When it comes to interdimensional war, what comes to mind is powerful beings from different dimensions, large fleets, high-tech weapons clashing, and powerful beings fighting to the point that even the Great Dao is being obliterated.

This kind of interdimensional war, where you're practically rubbing salt into the enemy's house, sounds so absurd.

Su Li pinched her chin and couldn't help but sigh, "So, this is a fight between river fish and seafood?"