Resurrection Empire

Chapter 671 253 The Sound of Shattered Dreams [4698 words for Monthly Ticket]

Where is Earth?

Just how far is it?

How much time has really passed?

What force brought me here?

Why did I wake up in an uninhabited dense forest?

Why were other clearly Earth-originated frozen storages abandoned there, yet never discovered?

After sending Xiao Xingyue off, Ren Zhong lay on his bed, unable to sleep as he hadn't activated hypnosis state. He repeatedly asked himself these questions.

He recalled a saying by Newton.

Human knowledge is like a circle.

The more knowledge, the bigger the circle, the greater the radius, the longer the edge, and the more it borders the blank areas outside. The more one can perceive their own ignorance.

He had considered not waiting for Ma Xiaoling's side in the national war, directly donating 3 billion, and quickly earning 300 million points to buy the "Millennium History."

But after talking with Xiao Xingyue, he changed his mind again.

He was no longer that interested in the "Millennium History."

False, everything is false.

He wanted the truth, not another layer of newly fabricated lies.

If that's the case, then it's best to continue waiting for Ma Xiaoling's side to secure first place server-wide in the monthly national war.

An investment of 200 million should be just enough.

When the time comes, it can reluctantly serve as some form of entertainment to watch.

This time, he aimed to live longer, climb higher, so that money, once a mere ethereal number, would regain its value, and he's now pursuing value for money.

Ren Zhong sighed, decided not to bother with these worries, activated hypnosis, entered the hibernation space, and once again accessed the continent-level lab's online learning channel at the Chenhui Mine.

After Ren Zhong entered, the number of online users on the channel changed from 0 to 1.

This online learning channel was crafted by the continent-level lab in recent days, specifically hiring senior actuarial programmers.

The main purpose was to aid a long-term absent yet extraordinarily gifted newcomer consultant to catch up with the project progress and allow him to continue learning in his spare time while outside.

Due to the urgent need, the continent-level lab paid double to the programmer and his team, with costs reaching up to 80 million points.

This is the treatment a genius receives.

The next morning, Ren Zhong got up half an hour later than usual.

After freshening up and pushing open the door of his bedroom suite, a strong aroma wafted into his nose.

Since he started taking the mother-child medicine, Ren Zhong's body consumed quite a lot. Having not eaten all night, he was already famished, and stimulated by this scent, his stomach let out a thundering growl.

He followed the smell and heard the clanging of pans and spatulas from the kitchen.

He walked to the kitchen door and saw Ju Qingmeng, clad in homewear and an apron, standing by the stove, intensely focused as she stir-fried.

The smart domestic robot stood idly by, appearing rather useless.

On the constant-temperature rack behind Ju Qingmeng were already over a dozen dishes covered with metal lids, with steam escaping from the edges.

Her stir-frying technique was skillful, seemingly using her dexterous skills from modifying equipment in cooking as well.

For a moment, Ren Zhong's memory seemed to drift back to his high school days.

Back then, he was still an ordinary exemplary student, and when he came home from school, his mother was focused on cooking in the kitchen, the aroma of oil filling the house.

For a while, Ren Zhong was utterly entranced.

Ju Qingmeng was so involved in her actions that she only noticed Ren Zhong standing at the door when the dish was ready.

She smiled, "Awake?"

"Mm."

"Your Red Blade Armor doesn't need much of my handling anymore. So with the spare time, I've been learning to cook a bit. I've noticed your appetite has grown recently, and I always feel like you'll want to eat a lot after waking up in the morning. So I decided to give it a shot myself, but I can't guarantee it'll be better than what the smart robot cooks. I still have issues controlling the heat."

Ren Zhong: "Humans and machines are different after all; humans have their own charm. Thank you."

"Alright, you go sit at the dining table. There's just one last dish. I'll let the robot serve you first."

With that, Ju Qingmeng ushered Ren Zhong out.

Ren Zhong waited at the dining table for nearly ten minutes before Ju Qingmeng brought the last dish with both hands to the table.

It was a costly dish of natural celery stir-fried with shredded meat, looking glistening and fully appealing in color, fragrance, and taste.

Seeing that Ren Zhong hadn't yet touched his chopsticks, Ju Qingmeng asked, puzzled, "Why haven't you eaten yet? Not hungry?"

Ren Zhong shook his head, "Hungry, but I think we should eat together."

"Mm-hmm."

A long while later, Ren Zhong put down his chopsticks.

He had devoured all over a dozen dishes as if swept away by a storm.