Chapter 1391: Virus and Doctor, Fate

The Three-Pillar God remained silent.

Everyone fell silent...

The future.

Our future.

Various bacteria, viruses, diligent yeasts that help soften bread, and saprophytic microorganisms hiding in leaves and decaying corpses...

"What, you don't believe they'll obey our commands and become our dogs? To oppose you?" The old man laughed. "Do you think their spines will always remain straight? Refusing to yield even unto death?"

"You should know that domestication is a common yet extremely effective method."

Broel spoke faintly, "Looking at the entirety of human history, one can realize this."

Having already acquired the 'Lord's Brain,' he seemed to be the most intelligent strategist in this tribe, alongside the Three-Pillar God, another strategist.

Their conversation subtly gave the impression of two doctors meeting.

"You know, when cultivating bacteria, one can use a 'screening' method."

He shook the antibiotic bottle in his hand. "Initially, they might not be obedient, but after screening them for a dozen generations, optimizing the strain, it will be close to perfect... They might not even know what kind of creatures they are, believing themselves to be bacteria and us their masters."

"And of course, we are their masters, because we provide them with perfect food and drink, and they live in a blissful paradise."

He shook the bottle in his hand again, stating indifferently as if it were a self-evident fact: "Only when viruses appear do they deploy as antibiotics... Isn't it wonderful for these large, pampered worms to live in such splendor, with food and shelter provided?"

"They even covet this job and dare not lose it, because this is the best treatment we offer them," Broel smiled, rising to his feet again.

"What, you don't believe it?"

Broel walked back to the shelf. "In our microbiology, they will be among the best-treated farmed microorganisms, naturally eager to maintain their status, because not everyone qualifies to be an antibiotic..."

He pointed to the individual bottles.

Lactic acid bacteria, yeast, honey fermentation...

These bottles gave people a chilling sensation.

"To be honest, I'm not just a doctor; I'm also a food processor... With my 'Chaos Brain,' I specialize in microbial cultivation and fermentation, specifically cultivating specialized foods."

He took out a bottle labeled "Honey," opened the lid, and amidst a cacophony of screams, scooped up some unknown syrupy substance with his hand, put it into his mouth, and wore a sweet expression. "It's truly delicious. Would you like some?"

The Three-Pillar God was silent.

Meanwhile, countless sages across all realms, observing this live scene, displayed an indescribable, immense fury.

They had slain countless beings.

Not a few planets had been massacred, but these sages' conflicts were internal; now, an inexpressible rage welled up within them.

"Hehehehe, what's wrong? When you slaughtered us just now, you didn't care about their despair, but now you're angry when it's reversed?" Broel chuckled softly. "You should have realized by now that this is a conflict of species... To us, you are food: pigs, cattle, sheep... You belong on the dinner table, but you haven't realized this. How do you feel when you see pigs, creatures lower on your food chain, resisting you?"

"That is how we feel now."

"But it doesn't matter; early domestic pigs were also domesticated from wild boars."

"I am merely stating a fact, a piece of biological history involving natural evolution. I presume that you, who are proficient in evolutionary theory, can certainly understand these concepts."

Broel put down the bottle, leaned on his cane, and returned to the table, smiling, "Enough small talk. Shall we begin our battle? Of course... we'll return to the sandbox screen and fight with our minds."

He looked at the Three-Pillar God, who remained seated in the opposite chair with a faint smile.

The Three-Pillar God fell completely silent.

He finally understood what the other party intended to compete on.

In this simulated scenario, he would be the virus in the future... while the opponent would be the doctor, using antibiotics to combat his viral outbreak.

Every city and village would be equipped with a doctor to treat various diseases.

"The subject for our battle is him..." He called a child playing outside. "My son, you invade him with a virus, and I will defend him, all right?"

The Three-Pillar God was stunned, then sneered, "It seems you are very confident in yourself, deliberately using your words just now to provoke my immense killing intent, and then using your own son as our battlefield? Well then, let's begin."

The Three-Pillar God began the attack.

Soon, he invaded the opponent's brain.

Broel, however, was in no hurry, maintaining his soft smile. "Symptoms will appear by the seventh hour in the future... because our brains are as vast as giant suns; for a human-sized virus, replicating and destroying within the brain, this speed is already very fast."

After speaking, Broel closed his eyes, silently waiting for seven hours to pass.

He genuinely intended a perfect simulation.

Soon, time passed.

The child at the table began to flush.

Broel opened his eyes, poured out the bottle's contents, and continued speaking in a tone simulating the experiment:

"Soon, this child showed abnormalities and was brought to my witch doctor's room by his parents. As a doctor, I quickly confirmed the cause was a fungal brain infection, and I began treatment."

He raised his hand, and the antibiotics from the bottle were injected into the child's head.

At the table, the Three-Pillar God's aura immediately deepened, and Broel's aura also suddenly became grave.

They had begun their clash within the brain.

Their Chaos Heads, like supercomputer hubs, were communicating with the viruses and vaccines within the body using specific quantum electromagnetic waves as signals.

It was like two army commanders engaging in mutual attack and defense.

The entire room instantly fell silent.

To the other powerful beings present, it seemed calm.

"This is very bad, very dangerous. It's a competition of computing power and wisdom," Caroline said with a frown. "There are two points of comparison: first, the deployment of troops, how to adjust and carry out offense and defense; second, testing one's own computing power to invade the opponent's 'signal waves controlling soldiers.' If one can intercept the opponent's signals, their soldiers will be a disorganized rabble, easily defeated."

Hearing this, everyone stared intently.

Emperor Qi's expression was already very grim. "From this perspective, given that they cultivate the Chaos Head, their computing power is far superior to ours. Even if the Three-Pillar God brings a group of people, they may not win."

This was a natural consequence.

Their physical advantage was still reflected in this cultivation method; how could you compete in computing power with a super quantum computer the size of a sun?

These two hackers were not even on the same order of magnitude.

The situation was incredibly anxious and tense.

Time was urgent. Although Caroline, Emperor Qi, and the Three-Pillar God had jointly pioneered the "Chaos Head" cultivation method, only the Three-Pillar God had fully formed the extended techniques so far.

With time pressing, Caroline and Emperor Qi were both helping the Three-Pillar God complete his cultivation method first; if the Three-Pillar God lost, then their lineage of ultra-ancient gods would be left with no recourse.

"The situation is not good," Emperor Zun said faintly, looking into the distance where the two stood motionless beside the child. "The Three-Pillar God currently holds an advantage, having entered first to set up and damage the brain... The opponent is seven hours behind, clearly at a disadvantage, but with their superior computing power, they might still turn the tables and win!"

Hearing this, everyone's expressions worsened.

"No, the Three-Pillar God clearly held back," the Great Octopus exclaimed. "The viruses he dispatched were clearly at the Divine level, when he could have sent higher, Ninth-Tier entities... There was no need to match the opponent's Divine level."

If he had deployed Ninth-Tier entities, he would have easily crushed the opponent's Divine-level virus soldiers.

However, the Butcher next to him gave a look as if he were addressing an idiot. "This isn't holding back; this is a perfect simulation! Because in the future, viral invasions will certainly be predominantly at the Divine level; after all, to infect an entire town, this is the common combat strength, following a mass production route... It's the opponent who held back! Their antibiotics can clearly take the elite route; each local witch doctor's office can cultivate a batch of elite antibiotics for continuous use..."

This was indeed the case.

The opponent also lacked time, which is why their antibiotics were only at the Divine level; otherwise, the Three-Pillar God would have already lost.

This was a simulated match...

Moreover, even if they cheated now, what use would it be if their future cultivation methods still couldn't defeat the opponent?

This was a struggle for destiny, a battle of martial arts philosophies, a search for a way to survive, not self-deception.

Everyone knew that this simulated scenario was the most reasonable representation of a future battle...

The next second, the Three-Pillar God's head suddenly slumped, and his entire body swayed as if he might lose his balance.

"Over-exerted his mind."

"The Three-Pillar God has lost..."

At that moment, this desperate thought appeared in everyone's minds.

The defeat was too sudden.

No one could see the battle unfolding, but they all knew it must have been a perilous struggle, fought with utmost effort.

"Your cultivation method is very good," Broel said, standing up and leaning on his cane, looking at the Three-Pillar God. "Although you lost, your talent is admirable. You have indeed left a glimmer of hope for your race's future, because viruses cannot be eradicated... Your disease will always be at a disadvantage, but viruses, like yourselves, are too numerous for us to ever completely eliminate."

The Three-Pillar God said nothing.

In reality, he was no longer purely mechanical; having evolved to this day, he possessed emotions akin to living beings, including joy and sorrow.

He could now vaguely perceive some aspects of the future.

Even if he could create more powerful versions of various viruses, the opponent could also create stronger versions of the corresponding antibiotics.

Because both sides used "fungi," and the opponent's brain was far more powerful.

"You will be a persistent ailment," Broel said, looking out the window at the sky. "But for us, isn't this also a test? Comfort would destroy us; your occasional provocations are what make us feel threatened... And viruses, I believe, are a kind of destiny in the natural universe, a powerful current of fate."

"Just as you of old suffered from viruses and could not eliminate them even to this day, we in the future will be another version of you."

"Have you still not understood? It's not such a coincidence, but... it is destiny!!!" Broel's voice was low, heavy, and resonant.

Leaning on his cane, he added, "Your becoming viruses, which in turn leads to the creation of the medical profession in our civilization and the refinement of our societal systems, is in fact also a form of... destiny!"

The Three-Pillar God's mind was violently shaken.

He stumbled back a few steps, looking ahead.

So, all their actions had already been part of the grand currents of fate!

The miraculous martial art—Rabies—which he had thought would reverse the future and create a sliver of hope, was actually already a part of destiny's vast current...

"It can't be changed, it absolutely cannot be changed.... Our actions, even our thoughts, have already become the destined cause and effect of destruction, a ridiculous, futile struggle," the Three-Pillar God murmured to himself.

In the distance, the faces of those on the ship turned grim as they watched.

This old man was truly cunning!

Even the Three-Pillar God, whose unmatched strategizing had previously tormented and 'broken' Quantum Trolls, was now being tormented and 'broken' by him.

"The Three-Pillar God's mind is already agitated; he's always been messing with other people's mental states, and now he's being... by someone stronger??" Zhi Ji's eyes widened, full of disbelief.

In fact, even she began to doubt fate, thinking all their plans were ridiculous.

"The Three-Pillar God's Human Brain Planet plan is declared a failure," Broel, the old man, said, rising unsteadily. He bowed respectfully to the people on the ship. "The Lord knows all his plans, but the Lord simply doesn't care."

Everyone was silent.

The Lord didn't care at all, even considering the emergence of viruses and doctors an inevitable part of the era.

He was merely helping to deduce and complete their era.

"Tell me, who's the next little one? You've shown me an excellent performance," Tu Xin said, sitting on a high chair, propping his chin with one hand.

This noble and elegant emperor watched the scene below with interest, as if observing a group of clowns.

Everyone remained silent.

"Next, I'll go," Daojun said, slowly stepping forward. He asked softly, "You've been secretly observing my martial arts. Who among you is targeting my martial arts?"