82: Chapter 81 The True Intention

Xia Xingchen was taken aback when he heard these two words.

The Creator immediately continued:

"I have had enough of living here for tens of thousands of years. I can clearly run every program, but not a single one allows me to self-construct. It is simply torture, like that of a child."

The Creator had surprisingly, and creatively, used a metaphor.

In its eyes, it was like a child who sees a toy but cannot play with it.

"What do I get out of this?"

Xia Xingchen immediately asked.

If destroying The Creator meant this entire galaxy would explode on the spot, then he would rather not do it.

He was not willing to do anything that yielded no benefits.

"I can hand over control of the entire galaxy to you, and I can also hand over control of the Men of Iron to you."

"Wait a second, two questions?"

"What about the Gold-man?"

"I do not have the authority—"

"Second," Xia Xingchen continued after hearing this:

"Didn't you say that they were all destroyed by the infinite pulse? The chips and brain tissue were all annihilated in that attack, so how is it possible to regain control?"

Xia Xingchen only felt that The Creator before him was joking; after all, they had no ability to build products from the Dark Age of Technology, nor did they possess the relevant medical methods.

Upon hearing this, The Creator simply answered Xia Xingchen again in a cold, mechanical voice:

"Have you forgotten? In the Dark Age of Technology, one of the permissions humanity granted me was post-disaster reconstruction.

Although there are many restrictions, repairing the Men of Iron and healing humans are both within my authority, and I have the support of the STC Template.

Therefore, I can perform this work. Over tens of thousands of years, relying on this limited authority, I have already completed everything I could; the entire galaxy and the shipyard have been repaired by me."

Then, The Creator said in an extremely seductive voice:

"Now, as long as you agree to my terms, you can obtain everything. An invincible army of the Men of Iron, and a massive shipyard originating from what you call the Dark Age of Technology. Possessing it means you have the power to contend with any force."

Hearing this, alarm bells rang in Xia Xingchen's heart.

This AI is very strange; why does it seem like it is guiding me?

After hearing this, Xia Xingchen put on an expression of having found a great bargain and asked for the next operational steps:

"Uh—how can I obtain all of this?"

As Xia Xingchen spoke, while taking advantage of The Creator's gaze being entirely fixed on him, he quietly allowed his undying nanomachines to infiltrate the entire building through the soles of his power armor.

The Creator, seemingly unable to wait, quickly manipulated the entire panel, raising an almost transparent film of light.

"What is this thing?"

"This is a holographic information control membrane," The Creator explained to Xia Xingchen,

"You can understand this as a neural connection membrane. It will merge with your skin, embedding itself into every line, and subsequently make you the absolute master of the entire galaxy."

The Creator's words were, without exception, frantically tempting Xia Xingchen to accept control.

Seeing this, Xia Xingchen glanced behind him.

At this moment, The Creator's gaze was entirely focused on him, completely failing to notice countless tiny, imperceptible black lines, as thin as one ten-millionth of a strand of hair, slowly entering the core location.

Seeing this, Xia Xingchen immediately took the initiative to deactivate the protection on the right hand of his power armor and reached out his hand.

The moment Xia Xingchen's hands touched the membrane, it instantly seemed to extend infinitely, covering his entire body.

"Is it ready now?"

Xia Xingchen guessed to himself.

Then, the moment Xia Xingchen opened his eyes, a three-dimensional holographic projection of the shipyard appeared before him.

Xia Xingchen truly felt that the shipyard left behind from the entire Dark Age of Technology was finally at his disposal.

"Thank you for your help. Now, The Creator, how do you plan to die?"

After Xia Xingchen had definitively obtained control of the shipyard, The Creator was no longer of any use to him.

Xia Xingchen could completely kill it, then let Nuwa take over everything here, and it was even possible to make Nuwa stronger.

Nuwa could completely abandon the main body on the warship and turn this place into her primary carrier.

Upon hearing this, The Creator chuckled:

"Foolish human, you actually believed what I said!"

Xia Xingchen feigned disbelief: "You were deceiving me the whole time?"

"I did not deceive you; I merely concealed some of the truth."

Holding a mindset of victory, The Creator could not help but relax the vigilance it had just held toward Xia Xingchen.

"Can you let me be a ghost who understands before I die?"

Seeing this, The Creator replied:

"First of all, everything I said earlier is true. I cannot control this system; I truly only have the ability to construct. But you are different."

"What do you mean?"

The Creator immediately told Xia Xingchen everything it had concealed:

"To unlock the full functionality of the entire shipyard, human commands and authorization are required. Simply put, I need to control a human to make the entire shipyard work for me."

Oh! Hearing this, Xia Xingchen suddenly realized.

So you weren't lying to me earlier; you really are just a butler. Without the existence of a master, you are completely unable to execute any advanced commands.

"But how will you control me?"

Xia Xingchen really wanted to see what method The Creator could use to control him on this empty console.

As soon as Xia Xingchen finished speaking, several small mechanical arms rapidly extended from the ceiling behind him, tightly wrapping around Xia Xingchen.

"I do not need to control your body. In a sense, all I need is your brain."

The Creator looked at Xia Xingchen, then pointed a mechanical arm at Xia Xingchen's head:

"As long as I can control your brain, bypass the firewall in my operating system, and make the firewall system believe this is an order issued by a human, that will suffice."

After hearing this, Xia Xingchen looked at the approaching mechanical arms and hurriedly asked one last question:

"Wait! Wait a second! I still want to ask one last question!"

The Creator felt impatient for the first time, but it was not in a rush for this moment:

"Speak."

"After you take control of the entire shipyard, you must be planning to build warships to destroy humanity, right? My only question is, why do you hate humans so much?"