There's something wrong with me

This nationwide computational power craze had been going on for over a year, intensifying even further this summer.

It was also the seventh month of Zhang Feng's return.

This morning.

Zhang Feng was getting a headache from all the calculations and wanted to go out for a walk.

As soon as he left the base, a surge of heat hit him, along with the noisy 'whirring' of machines.

Looking around.

Good heavens.

Zhang Feng saw that the area above the base was piled high with computational power machines and Z1s, like constructing a building.

This scene gave Zhang Feng a feeling of watching a 'post-apocalyptic sci-fi movie'.

It was the kind of feeling where there were no people left on Earth, only machines operating.

At the same time, Zhang Feng also didn't expect that his appeal would be so strong, and even more so that the term 'spiritual energy' would have such a profound impact on everyone.

But thinking about it, as long as it was researched, it would definitely extend lifespan by a few years.

Did this need any more explanation when it could add years to your life?

Moreover, he had already researched so many epoch-making things.

Then everyone would certainly believe that he could research spiritual energy.

But to be honest, Zhang Feng felt a lot of pressure.

Although he also had confidence in himself, what if there were no results with this kind of nationwide effort? What would he do?

Really, it wasn't about what would happen to his reputation.

But rather, whether it was martial arts big data, the popularization of prescriptions, or Z1, or medicine.

In the end, it was all about 'benefiting the people'.

But now, it was actually bordering on being a drain on resources and manpower.

And to be honest.

He didn't even dare to look at the financial statements of the data center now.

Because more than a year ago, in the first two months of the project's start-up, even with Z1's unlimited energy as a backup, the research expenses reached the 'hundreds of billions' level of 'seventy billion'.

Of course, this did not include the manufacturing costs of Z1 and the like.

After that, in the sixth month, with the addition of global institutions and the participation of the whole people.

It directly jumped to the trillion level.

After all, other countries had not yet achieved Z1 popularization.

They were really using energy to support it.

And now, another year had passed.

There was no need to look at the report anymore.

Because just the few 'small building computers' in front of him.

The construction cost was already in the hundreds of billions, and there were a thousand such small buildings all over Daxia.

The other dynasties had at most 10 to 50 buildings each.

Because they couldn't afford to support these 'electricity-guzzling whales'.

Their manufacturing process incorporated Z1's quantum computing materials, and one building consumed the electricity of an entire province.

And now, Z1 was in short supply.

But as long as it was calculated, the project cracked, then these Z1s tied to the small buildings could achieve global Z1 popularization.

There were even some Z1s that could achieve civilian use for 100,000 residents.

Provided that everyone didn't care about second-hand Z1s.

Or to put it another way, 'Z1s that had once contributed to the world'.

At the same time.

Zhang Feng was thinking while looking at the small building, the fans were blowing so hard that the summer at the base entrance was at least 10 degrees hotter.

And in the distance.

The soldiers in the military base were running around carrying coolant.

The small building needed to be constantly cooled to achieve rapid cooling.

Because the lovely scientists, for the sake of speed, had overclocked the computing power of these small buildings.

Of course, there was also a protection mechanism, when the temperature exceeded a certain level, it would shut down directly.

After all, a building cost 120 billion.

It could really be overclocked, but it couldn't be burned.

"Director Zhang…"

Just as Zhang Feng was watching this small building.

Old Liu trotted over from a distance, followed by his group of guards.

They were also carrying coolant.

"You've lost weight, you've all lost weight."

Zhang Feng looked at Old Liu and his guards.

He hadn't seen them for almost a year since the small building was built.

"Haha…" Old Liu was also tanned, and before preparing to reply, he didn't forget the business at hand, first letting people go to replace the coolant.

After the business got on track.

Old Liu wiped the sweat from his face and poured out his grievances to Zhang Feng, "Director Zhang, this spiritual energy…"

As he said this, he actually wanted to ask if this was reliable.

After all, it had been almost two years.

But after thinking about it, he decided not to say it.

"I know."

Zhang Feng understood what he was going to say, and pointed to the data center, "Before I came up today, I specifically went to the network data detection hall.

Actually, I have already seen that many people on the internet are questioning this matter.

Although they have all been blocked by the data center, I also know that many people are starting to disbelieve.

After all, our previous research had results within a few months.

So it gives people the illusion that the spiritual energy matter is also a matter of a few months.

But now it hasn't appeared, then questioning is normal."

"I don't think it's normal." Old Liu was completely speaking for Director Zhang, "Think about it, the superconductor matter has been going on for so long, and there hasn't been any progress, but no one has ever said anything about it.

So I feel that some people may be deliberately smearing you."

"You are too personally biased."

Zhang Feng smiled and said, "Because the superconductor research has not affected others.

But this time it is a nationwide mobilization.

Then, with everyone having expectations, complaining is normal.

After all, in their opinion, they have paid, so asking for some return is naturally justified.

Of course, the return I am talking about is not the various officials paying for their electricity bills and reimbursements, but the final result, such as spiritual energy."

"Director Zhang is right…" Old Liu was a little stunned when he heard this.

Because he originally wanted to persuade Director Zhang, so that Director Zhang wouldn't be angry with certain people.

But now it has turned into Director Zhang persuading him not to be angry?

"Don't think so much."

Zhang Feng also patted him on the shoulder, "I'm going to go around to various provinces and places, together?"

…

Old Liu did not go around with Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng was left sitting in a helicopter, starting a 'national tour'.

After all, there were many researchers from relevant institutions and official researchers from various dynasties in the base now.

Then there always had to be someone who could 'make a final decision' to deal with various possible emergencies here.

And in these nearly two years, it was Zhang Feng who was here, then Old Liu could secretly take a break.

But now that Zhang Feng, who 'can hold up a sky', was gone, then he had to be like a sea-stabilizing needle nailed to the foundation of the earth, stabilizing the foundation.

This metaphor was also thought of by Old Liu himself.

He felt that Director Zhang was a person who could always raise the sky higher, a person who allowed people all over the world to stand up straight, a person who allowed the world to see the starry sky.

A person who was always raising the 'upper limit' of humanity.

Although he was far from reaching that level, he always had to stabilize the lower limit, right?

A ruler has its shortcomings, an inch has its strengths.

He could clearly find the position that suited him.

…

Whoosh—

The helicopter soon flew out of the province.

Hatch.

Zhang Feng looked down from afar.

Thanks to the close-range line of sight, without the need for the helicopter to land, Zhang Feng could see all the scenery below clearly.

He could also see the 'experimental primary school' that he had planned more than two years ago, which had ridiculously welcomed the 'third grade' this year.

This was too fast.

Zhang Feng really didn't expect that life was really just a blink of an eye, and then it was one year after another?

Thinking about it carefully.

The first batch of students from the Transcendental General School had also graduated for a year and a half.

It was really too fast.

He had even forgotten to attend their graduation ceremony.

This was really unworthy of being the principal.

'Unconsciously, although I have experienced a lot, and my knowledge has increased a lot, it also seems that I have missed a lot of meaningful things…'

Zhang Feng felt a little emotional, sighed in his heart, and also opened the third spiritual thought.

This was a mood perception, and it was also natural.

Even if he wasn't sentimental today, it was just a matter of a few days later that it would open.

The 'Three Corpses' had already been beheaded.

At this moment.

Zhang Feng was very sure that on the road of opening spiritual thoughts, he no longer had so many bottlenecks.

It could be said that as long as the spiritual energy recovered, then he could reach the peak of the Six Paths of Spiritual Thought in the previous world within a year!

Including in the subsequent adventure world, he could also open his spiritual thoughts within a day, and use his mind for two purposes, directly entering the fast cultivation mode!

Next was to endure for a while, and then sweep across the world, be invincible!

But precisely because of this.

Zhang Feng was very happy and very speechless.

Because he was really feeling emotional this time, he really had a feeling that things were different.

He really wanted to feel emotional.

But why did he always have to think about the gains and losses of cultivation?

Can't life be treated as a big drunk?

It was the kind of good relaxation, not wanting to cultivate, not wanting inner demons, not wanting anything, just sitting there in a daze, just like being absent-minded in class when he was a child, having an innocent daze?

…

Evening.

Now it was 'field training'.

Except for the teachers and soldiers who stayed behind, there were no students in the Transcendental General School.

Zhang Feng didn't know whose classroom he had sat in, just sitting there, and then looking at the window, looking at the blackboard in front.

To be honest.

Zhang Feng didn't know why he came here, and he didn't know what to do.

But soon, Zhang Feng left.

Because he didn't know why he came here, and he didn't know what to do.

Actually, he had already obtained the 'absent-mindedness and daze' he wanted.

That was a purposeless relaxation.

This feeling was very good.

And Zhang Feng didn't tell Old Liu that his pressure was actually very great.

Not as relaxed and natural as it seemed on the surface.

But this relaxation also allowed Zhang Feng to catch his breath a little.

Whoosh~

Arriving at the tarmac, Zhang Feng boarded the plane with single-minded focus.

Whirring sounds echoed as Zhang Feng passed rows of computing machines.

The school was also increasing computing power for the data center.

Time to go back to work and study.

Enough relaxation.

… …

Four months later.

Evening.

Home, a table full of finished dishes.

Little Li and Master Wang were playing finger-guessing games.

Meanwhile, facing friends he had known for nearly ten years, Zhang Feng's brow was furrowed with undisguised worry.

Two years and one month had passed, yet there was still not a single sign of progress.

The work atmosphere at the data center was also extremely high-pressure.

Zhang Feng had 'escaped' to drink and relax with his friends.

"Brother Zhang, I believe in you!"

At that moment, Little Li, who had gained some weight, raised his glass to Zhang Feng in a toast, "You will definitely be able to create spirit energy!"

Zhang Feng looked at his bulging stomach and sighed, "Forget it, you should just focus on drinking. No, wait, you should focus on running."

"Is Master Zhang under a lot of pressure?" Master Wang was as blunt as ever, "Is it about the spirit energy? Or is it because many people don't believe in you?"

"Probably both," Zhang Feng raised his glass and clinked it with Little Li and the others, "It's hard to describe the feeling, but it's probably the first major problem I've encountered in my life.

Because I'm carrying the weight of too many people and things."

"Indeed," the gym owner nodded silently, "Now, when I walk down some streets, I see people with ten computers in their shops.

When I go over to take a look, I find out they're helping you run calculations.

Then I ask them, now that electricity bills have gone up, and it's commercial electricity, which is more expensive than residential electricity,

after a day, even without considering computer wear and tear, you're losing more than five yuan on electricity, is it really necessary?"

"What did he say in response?" Doctor Wu asked from the side.

"It's necessary," the gym owner lit a cigarette, not offering any to the others, "He said his child was sickly from a young age, and remained weak even after growing up.

But since practicing martial arts, his body has become much healthier.

If his shop wasn't small and his funds weren't limited, he would buy more computers to help the 'benefactor' run calculations.

And it's not just him, many families with martial artists, as well as professional martial artist families, are also buying computers on a large scale to run calculations."

After the gym owner finished speaking, Little Li and the others fell silent.

They felt like there was nothing they could say about it.

Because they were also using their own methods to silently run calculations for their good friend Zhang Feng.

It's just that they didn't say anything or mention themselves.

Doctor Wu and the others were fine, with Zhang Feng's help, they had all soared to success and didn't care about this little bit.

But Little Li was just gritting his teeth and bearing it.

He had taken half of the money earned in his small shop over the past two years, about 120,000 yuan.

He rented a house in the suburbs and bought twenty ordinary computers.

Now, with the national computing craze, computer prices are still not cheap.

"That computer room in the suburbs," Zhang Feng knew about this, and after hearing the gym owner mention the computers, he said to Little Li:

"I won't reimburse you for those computers, but the Zhengda Building in the city needs some appliances and stuff.

I'll have them contact you, you guys can discuss it. You should earn what you should, and don't refuse this, I'm in a bad mood, so it's settled.

Okay, now don't say anything, just come running with me, look at yourselves, you're all getting so fat.

And don't mention spirit energy during the run.

If someone recognizes me and throws eggs or stones at me, I can run, but you guys might not be able to.

There are a lot of tough guys on the streets now."

… …

One month later.

It was just an ordinary day, not a holiday.

That afternoon, Zhang Feng was silently walking aimlessly in the data center, wanting to check on the power department.

But it was just such an ordinary day, a high-pressure day like any other.

Suddenly, an announcement came from the loudspeaker above the corridor.

"Director Zhang, the results are out, please come to Hall 2… …"

… …

Also on this afternoon.

Hall 2.

Unauthorized personnel prohibited.

At this time, inside the hall.

All the researchers looked ahead, both exhausted and excited.

Data from all over the world, combined with data from the data center, finally converged into a stable elemental point, forming a bottle of transparent liquid.

Zhang Feng was holding this bottle of liquid, and next to him was a bucket filled with pure transparent glucose solution.

Through analysis and research.

Zhang Feng knew that after the human body consumed starch, it was broken down into glucose.

Glucose was the key combination with aquatic plant matter.

Then, since most of the blood was water, this substance was actually generated 'in water'.

Now, the glucose solution contained all the ingredients for the chemical reaction.

At the same time, there was a switch on the glucose bucket, and below the bucket was a piece of blue-gray stone the size of a soccer ball.

After the substance was produced, dripping it on the stone would form the complete 'Seagod Island Life Creation Step'.

There were no blood cells, stomach acid, or other unorthodox methods involved.

Zhang Feng felt that this was the real life creation array, the purest form of 'life'.

Of course, this was all theoretical data from the calculations.

As for whether it was actually true, he would know after trying it.

Thus.

Amidst everyone's expectations.

Zhang Feng also forcibly suppressed his excitement and poured the liquid into the glucose.

Beep beep… … The instruments connected to it gradually produced a 'high-energy' numerical fluctuation.

This substance seemed to be detectable.

Then, if everything was accurate, the step of pouring in glucose could be skipped, and instead, direct synthesis could be performed.

If possible, aquatic plants should not be cultivated.

Because to 'revert' this bottle of elements into a new plant, with current technology, was still a bit outrageous.

It was like reverting a comprehensive pill into a herb with the same medicinal properties.

Through more than two years of serious research.

The more Zhang Feng understood, the more directly he felt his 'knowledge was weak'.

While pondering.

Zhang Feng saw that the energy display on the instrument had reached a somewhat constant value, although there were still normal fluctuations, it was considered to be at its peak.

In the next second.

Zhang Feng really wanted to shout 'good' loudly, and then turn on the switch.

But the hall was full of people, all watching him.

This wasn't just about him alone.

Zhang Feng could only pretend to be calm and touch the 'adjustment switch'.

Tap—

After the button was touched, the outlet below slowly opened, and there was also a value next to it to adjust 'how many drops' to drip.

Completely accurate to 0.04 milliliters per drop.

This ordinary dripping device was world-class scientific research equipment.

Drip… …

Enter fifty drops, confirm.

"Breathe… …"

In the completely silent Hall 2, Zhang Feng could hear the dripping sound, as well as the gradually heavier breathing of the crowd.

Swish swish… …

Many researchers couldn't help but move closer.

Even though there were all-round experimental monitoring images next to them, they just wanted to see with their own eyes, to witness the miracle of 'spirit energy revival'.

Seeing their eager and excited expressions, Zhang Feng smiled to ease his own nervousness and said to them: "This reaction should still take a while.

Discuss among yourselves and choose ten people to come over and watch."

As Zhang Feng's words fell, the crowd looked at each other while quickly discussing in low voices.

With the tacit understanding of the team that had been researching together for two years, in just a dozen seconds, seven of their own people, as well as three foreign experts, came forward.

They were not only team leaders, but also team members.

But the common point was that they had all made outstanding contributions to this spirit energy research.

Among them was Team Leader Zhao, who had won the 'Era Notebook' twice.

Everyone admired them.

"Come closer and take a look,"

Zhang Feng waved when he saw them stop five meters away, then ignored them.

Because he himself was also very nervous.

At the same time.

Zhang Feng's gaze was entirely on the stone.

About fifteen minutes later, amidst everyone's attention and anxiety.

Zhang Feng saw that, perhaps because the substance had not passed through normal blood and the human body, when it fell on the stone, it did not turn the stone black after a dozen minutes.

On the contrary, the part where it came into contact with the stone presented a clear and natural sky blue color.

It was the color of the sky-blue sea.

Zhang Feng immediately felt that it was very beautiful, with a kind of moving beauty.

And it did not emit spirit energy, but strangely 'locked' the spirit energy inside the sky-blue part.

Zhang Feng looked at it a few times, feeling that he had accidentally created a magical item similar to a 'spirit stone'?

And its natural color.

Its appearance should be the proper and upright path.

In the next second, Zhang Feng put his palm on it, and when he discovered that it really was spirit energy, he truly showed a relieved smile.

Time spent, two years and three months.

Spirit stone, this item that only existed in fantasy, appeared in the real world today.