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How Am I Still Alive?

Chapter 1948: 1942: Wonderful Ideas

Author: Persimmon Whale
updatedAt: 2025-09-21

Chapter 1948: Chapter 1942: Wonderful Ideas

“Not a single virus factor was found?”

‘No, not a bit in those fossils…. Even when restoring the fossils to fresh flesh, we still can’t find that so-called Giant Dementia Virus.’

Some things you may not need, but when they appear in front of you, you really can’t ignore them.

A virus that wiped out a species with an average potential above the Rule-level, a virus that wiped out an entire epoch without a trace, a virus that made the God Above Gods desire it and vow to avenge its loss regardless of how many years it takes, Lu Ping’an really can’t ignore it.

If there really is a sample of this thing, Lu Ping’an thinks it’s better to have it in the hands of a “peaceful person” like himself.

“Uh, none at all? The virus should cause permanent damage, and if even restoring to fresh flesh and gene modules shows nothing, could it be that it was misunderstood initially and is merely a simple disease?”

“A simple disease can cause the extinction of an entire ethnic group, yet your hybrid and other kin are totally unaffected? The fact that the half-blood giants are fine has been confirmed, providing solid evidence of a genetic virus.”

The bad news is that this virus seems real and potent enough that if a “human virus” showed up, we might all be doomed together.

The good news is that this virus… it’s basically confirmed to be a world-level curse virus, specifically designed for extinction within the world.

More intelligence has been verified, supplementing the doomsday of this powerful race….

“Is this the language of the giants? It has some magic power, but not much… It seems they were also cursed by the world.”

Indeed, when intelligent species develop to a certain extent, they naturally record their thoughts in “language” and “text”; in a workshop’s tool room, Lu Ping’an and his team found many stone tablets, some even mentioning subtle details.

[They took %& above, they said we need more experimenters to defeat the dementia… But why not use the people from above for experiments? Clearly, they have more resistance to the virus…]

[Some people came back, either wearing strange collars or masks… When asked questions, they did not respond…]

[… They’re dead, all dead. They died on the production line, they couldn’t stop, exhausted themselves to death…]

In the hands of top-level scholars with extraordinary power, “translation” is actually the easiest task, but looking at this note, Lu Ping’an also felt the despair and tragedy in it.

He understood the method of dealing with it.

“Mechanized mind…”

Both rationality and emotion coexist in humans, only logic is a computer; in an extraordinary system, if there was a similar ability to correspond with a mental system’s capability.

“This virus, since you’re going to reduce my emotional response, I will reduce my emotional response to zero in advance, and convert all emotions into rational logic, turning people into logic machines, wouldn’t that overcome it… What do you mean I kill myself?”

No emotion, no sentiment, no self, how is that different from being dead? Merely acting on logic and command, isn’t that just a humanoid machine? Such existence is hard to say is still alive.

This “knowledge” instinctively made Lu Ping’an feel disgusted, he even intended to destroy such technology.

For him, this technology that turns intelligent creatures into “robots” is worse than killing life itself.

“…Now I kind of understand what these magic monsters are about.”

The near-infinite Rock Demon Monster before him, in a way, is a living computer; their spirit body and emotions have almost faded away, only that mechanized mind drives their body.

And because of this “self-death,” they lost their flesh and blood body and turned into blocks of stones, just like that ancient giant who abandoned the self and turned into a maze.

Once a piece of intelligence is broken, many “phenomena” have the possibility of being analyzed.

And since there is fundamentally no “self,” then, dispersing their flesh into small “cell individuals,” or fusing to form a “powerful aggregate body.”

Lu Ping’an subconsciously looked up, he vaguely sensed what kind of existence the “God Above Gods” above was….. Does the World Mother’s curse on “the child in the womb” truly have survivors?

Perhaps, that God Above Gods, is also a pitiful and powerful existence model.

“I am the clan, and the clan is me… Chris, is that one in the sky your relative?”

“Get lost!”

When the answer emerged, spiritual intuition gave Lu Ping’an a response, Lu Ping’an became a bit curious, if he could really analyze that God Above Gods, maybe his Taboo knowledge could be greatly enhanced.

This kind of Life Form might guide him in ascending to God Above Gods…..

“No, this is not my path.”

But even though spiritual intuition provided a hint, Lu Ping’an refused without hesitation.

Such a miserable Life Form, Lu Ping’an detests it extremely.

Moreover, when he looked at those sorrowful “living dead,” he was filled with anger and displeasure.

“… Let’s release them.”

Even though he was full of dissatisfaction with this form of existence, Lu Ping’an did not comment on it, nor could he review what specifically happened back in those days.

However, as someone who values Life Value, this race, not only living miserably itself but continually transforming other lives into its own pitiful form, Lu Ping’an naturally despises them.

“Lu Ping’an…”

Suddenly, a synthesized voice echoed in Lu Ping’an’s ear.

“Fang Wen? What’s up?”

Fang Wen has always been relatively low-key in the Courtyard, but as the second in command and actual steward of the metal ethnic group, her position in the Courtyard is quite crucial.

In a sense, she is also Chris’s only disciple… All others could be considered betrayals.

She persisted stubbornly and painfully on the path of evolution, but that “path of mechanical life” was exceedingly arduous, and too many obstacles on this path have scarcely been overcome.

She broke through to Rule-level quite early in the Courtyard, considering she was a Quasi-rule level already when she joined, but how far to go till eighth-tier is still unknown.

Such a demanding requirement to construct one’s “Life System” is incredibly difficult for a Life Mechanical System that’s indeed biased in nature.

“If we consider these Stone Demon Monsters as machines, can we re-enlighten them, letting them, like my children, regain their self-awareness and life from appliances…”

Lu Ping’an paused for a moment, well, this could actually work.

“Isn’t this Corpse Refining… uh, but don’t say, theoretically there really isn’t any apparent issue, it’s worth a try.”

If mechanical life forms with no thought circuits at all could have their soul awakened, then could these “logical flesh and blood machines” that once were complete life, possibly reawaken their rationality upon what appears to be a completely dead body?

The flesh could turn to stone, then could the stone, having regained its reason, turn back into flesh.

“Re-creations, awakening a new Family Clan….. worth a try.”

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