Chapter 29 AMD, YES

Chapter 29 AMD, YES~!

The perspective turns to Calvin, who is still struggling hard with the endless memories.

But for him, this is not just a burden: every memory is equivalent to a rebirth, and every Calvin's life is also a supplement to his spiritual shortcomings.

Before he officially transformed from a mortal into a demigod of this race, forever giving up himself and entrusting his fate to this empire.

For him, this is more like a carnival on the eve of an expedition, a bachelor party on the eve of a wedding.

This is a kind of compensation from fate for him, compensating for some things that he will never get in the destined and eternal war when he faces the most cruel and cunning enemy in the universe in the future.

Ordinary, yes, it is ordinary.

Ordinary is a luxury that seems ordinary in this empire, but in the eyes of those who can really decide the fate of the empire, it is an unattainable luxury.

They are not lacking in material things, because they are born noble, so the Empire is willing to use the output of the entire galaxy to support these people;

They are not lacking in honor, because since they are born noble, the responsibility that comes with it will eventually be handed over to fate, driving them to win the glory of battle after battle;

They are not lacking in recognition, because the cruel education they have received since birth makes their already outstanding talents more dazzling when they become adults;

They are not lacking in missions, because since their blood is bound to the Empire and they share weal and woe, they and their descendants have no way to retreat, and are destined to shed their last drop of blood for the Empire.

So, what are they missing? What is the thing that they dare not ask for every time they dream at midnight when they have been receiving anti-human training since they were babbling, when they have been indoctrinated with a set of complicated etiquette after they are sensible, when they have to go to battles in their youth, and when they still have to stick to their posts in their old age?

It is an ordinary and leisurely life. It is a carefree and relaxed life without knowing or worrying about the coming of the end of the world.

It is the figure riding a horse and laughing on the pleasant pasture under the sunset; it is the comfortable figure on the reclining chair under the grape trellis in the farm where the summer breeze blows; it is the singing all night in the gorgeous castle at midnight, and it is the unrestrained gypsy dance in the lively market.

This is destined not to belong to these "nobles" who are born to bear the fate of the empire, and even their most loving parents have never tried to give them.

This is too luxurious, so they don't deserve it; this is too happy, so they dare not have it.

After all, how many people can stand up again from such a gentle life and face those cruel truths? It's no wonder that human nature is like this.

Since you don't deserve it, don't have the opportunity to have it. The parenting concept of the upper class of the empire is so simple with a little cruelty, but it fits so well in this absurd universe.

The so-called local customs are nothing more than this.

And our protagonist Calvin is now accepting these "gifts" from many of himself happily while worrying.

Different lives interpret different joys and sorrows, and different encounters ultimately make different people, thus fully showing Calvin the possibility of every fork in life.

Let him understand what kind of person is standing behind these choices.

Family, friendship, and even love, as well as various work experiences, allow Calvin to think about everything about the world from more perspectives when he needs it in the future.

Unlike those decision-makers who were born as "nobles", they have never lived a day, an hour, or even a quarter of an hour at the bottom of this empire.

He wandered happily and hard in these memories, enjoying these precious memories painfully and happily.

Calvin knew the necessity of this job very well, but what worried him more was that time did not seem to be on his side.

If he could not regain consciousness during the normal operation period, how much time would those who "bet heavily" on him outside the field give him? He didn't know.

Just when Calvin was worried about the progress table that was stuck at 1% from the beginning, his off-site support arrived.

The mysterious blood that was injected first was not noticed by Calvin because of the stasis field.

The Carolingian gland that came in later provided reliable physical protection for the soul's need to process such a huge information flow and reflected the soul's immediate improvement in information processing ability.

What should you do when your CPU frequency is not enough? Overclock! What should you do when the number of your cores is too small? Add cores! This is what Carolingian means to Calvin now.

This gland not only helps Calvin to classify information, but also literally increases the core frequency and number of cores, which seems to make overclocking and multi-threading operations possible. (AMD, YES!)

In this way, the brain was upgraded to become the protagonist of "Thread Ripper Calvin" before the originally slow information processing speed has made a qualitative leap. (Long live Suma! Pah! Long live Dora Kaur!)

His originally stagnant progress bar also began to change from slow to fast, and finally went all the way to the end of complete detachment.

"Getting usually means paying." This is one of the unbreakable truths in any universe. So, what is the price of strengthening information processing capabilities?

The price is that in Calvin's invisible reality, his "power consumption" has increased exponentially. (You see, I'm really not an A-cannon leader)

Calvin's brain suddenly started to work at a high speed, and his metabolic rate soared rapidly in a short period of time. All organs in his body were overclocking to work for the "energy emergency" of the core part of the brain.

The value of the effective ingredients of the nutrient solution in the cabin also dropped sharply accordingly, and the alarm of the brass-colored vital sign monitor outside the cabin was sounded.

Outside the life support cabin, the pharmacist brother who was responsible for 24-hour all-weather monitoring finally waited for the expected "gray rhino" representing the accident in boredom.

However, the emergency plan was prepared long ago, and the material preparations were also sufficient. For now, the problems shown by Calvin's physical signs are far from the most dangerous ones in the plan.

Even in the eyes of the pharmacist, he simply and instinctively carried out a nutritional category replacement and supplementation work, without even effective thinking.

Calvin's body regained effective nutritional supply in a short period of time, and even because of the improvement of the nutrient solution category, his absorption efficiency was improved.

The high-frequency operation of the brain no longer sounded the alarm after being stabilized, and the corresponding alarm of the life support cabin also quieted down. The short-term crisis seemed to be over.

Calvin in the spiritual world just breathed a sigh of relief, and then a new wave of more deadly challenges came:

The mysterious blood that was deliberately frozen to achieve the inactivation effect finally began to activate three hours after entering Calvin's body.