Chapter 468: Chapter 456: The Core Witchcraft Leading to Eternal Life

In the center of the Cybertron Main Control Room, the simulated structure representing the "artificial soul" was undergoing a drastic transformation.

Countless points of light representing "Rune Neurons" were frantically reorganizing and pruning themselves, and the entire sphere looked as if it had been injected with life.

The once-haphazard connections were decisively severed, and new, more efficient pathways were immediately established.

Complex computational data representing a multitude of emotions surged, collided, and merged within the network like myriad brilliant rivers of stars, giving rise to countless magnificent and intricate microstructures that had never before existed.

[Construction of the Rune Neural Network has entered the autonomous evolution phase.]

Allen stood before the screen, calmly observing what could only be described as an act of creation.

This was only the second step of the "artificial soul" project, yet it had already shown potential far beyond expectations.

He watched as the points of light, like real neurons, spontaneously formed areas resembling "memory clusters" and "logic hubs" through repeated "learning" sessions.

Allen was very satisfied with this progress.

Once he truly mastered artificial soul technology, he could bestow life upon his Golems, such as Android 18.

Yes, life. In the Wizarding World, a Wizard who underwent "mechanical ascension"—their entire body converted to a metal structure—was undoubtedly alive. The only thing separating them from an ordinary Golem or Puppet was a soul.

His gaze pierced through appearances, straight to the underlying logic.

Suddenly, a thought, like a bolt of lightning tearing through the darkness, flashed through his mind.

’Migration...’

Allen’s pupils contracted sharply.

He had always viewed the "artificial soul" as a kind of "intelligent plug-in" that could be mass-produced and installed in Golem bodies.

But at this moment, he realized he had overlooked a fundamental blind spot.

If the essence of an "artificial soul" was a pure collection of information that could be freely transferred between different Golem bodies,

...then why not a Wizard’s consciousness?

’Of course!’

The moment the idea was born, it spread like a rampant vine, instantly consuming his every thought.

’Isn’t a Wizard’s soul—though highly coupled with Magic Power and Spiritual Power—also, in essence, a higher-dimensional, more complex information processing system?’

At that moment, Allen’s mental subroutines began operating at full power with unprecedented speed, instantly drawing upon immense computational resources.

Deep within his Sea of Spirit, a completely new and audacious concept for a Witchcraft was instantly constructed!

He could completely liberate his "consciousness" from its biological container—the fragile, perishable, and restrictive vessel of flesh and blood!

He could encode and translate his soul, memories, personality, thought patterns, and even his gradually fading "humanity."

Ultimately, it would all be transformed into a stream of information... one that could be freely transmitted, stored, backed up, and loaded within the [Allen Network]!

By doing so, he could directly escape the shackles of carbon-based life!

"Jarvis, based on existing data, extrapolate the final form and abilities of this Witchcraft."

[Command received. Extrapolation in progress...]

A magnificent blueprint slowly unfolded before Allen’s eyes.

Once his consciousness could be replicated and transferred, he would gain several incredible new attributes.

First: [Pseudo-Immortality]. The decay, injury, or even destruction of the physical body would no longer be the end of life.

As long as the [Allen Network] was indestructible and his core data survived, his lifespan would no longer be determined by the number of cell divisions, but by the lifespan of the server hardware.

Physical body aging? Simply switch to a new Golem body.

Second: [Infinite Backups]. He could create a complete backup of himself at any given moment. This meant he could fearlessly undertake any high-risk experiments or explorations.

Even if he failed, causing his currently "running" consciousness to be corrupted or destroyed, he would only need to "load" from the most recent save point to return unharmed.

He could even leave countless "consciousness backups" in the network. As long as the network survived and a backup existed, he could awaken from death an infinite number of times.

Third: [Consciousness Avatars]. He could load parts of his computational power and consciousness onto different "terminals." One "Allen" could be on Cybertron overseeing research, another could descend into a Knight on the Northern Defense Line to fight alongside the soldiers, and a third could even become a string of code and infiltrate the networks of hostile forces.

Fourth: [Remote Manifestation]. Interplanar conquest would no longer require physical travel. He would only need to establish a signal-receiving base station on the target Plane to instantly project his consciousness and descend into a pre-prepared vessel.

This... even touched upon the kind of "immortality" that only beings on the level of a Moonlight Mage could possess!

For a moment, Allen’s breath caught.

He saw a shortcut to immortality.

Its name—[Consciousness Uploading]!

The third Core Witchcraft he would prepare to inscribe at the Second-level Wizard stage!

However, the cold, hard reality of the situation immediately followed.

[Extrapolation complete,] Jarvis’s voice stated, devoid of emotion.

[Warning: Under current technological conditions, directly executing ’Consciousness Uploading’ results in a host survival rate of... 0%.]

[Fatality rate: 100%.]

A shocking, blood-red warning blazed across the screen.

The construction of the Witchcraft was a secondary concern; the real issue was a series of incredibly thorny technical problems.

"Upload Degradation: In the process of converting consciousness into data, how can one ensure that the billions of bits of memory, emotional imprints, and even the soul’s most fundamental ’self-reference’ suffer no degradation whatsoever? A single-byte error could turn the uploader into a completely new, alien monster."

"Anchor Drift: Detached from the physical body, its natural ’anchor,’ how could a purely digital consciousness maintain the independence of its ’self’ amidst the vast, complex torrent of information flowing through the [Allen Network] daily? The probability of being assimilated, altered, and losing one’s identity would be extremely high."

"The Return Paradox: How can one ensure that an uploaded consciousness can be downloaded back into a vessel completely intact? If ’I’ am uploaded, is the one that returns still ’me’?"

"Personal Identity: Once an ’Allen’ is successfully backed up, which one is the real Allen—the original or the backup? What if both believe they are the original?"

Each question pointed directly to the ultimate mysteries of the soul, a dual challenge of philosophy and technology.

Allen fell silent.

He knew he had been too hasty. This shortcut was riddled with pitfalls leading straight to the abyss.

Just then, Jarvis’s voice sounded again, bringing more bad news.

[Reporting, Commander. The prototype "artificial soul" large model entered an evolutionary bottleneck 37 seconds ago.]

Allen immediately turned his gaze back to the rotating, growing spherical structure.

The once-active Rune Neural Network now seemed lifeless.

Numerous newborn "neurons" were rapidly severing their own connections moments after establishing them, even triggering small-scale logical collapses and exhibiting clear "self-destructive" tendencies.

[Cause Analysis: Input data model is too homogenous.]

[Data collected from the "Flesh and Blood Great Wall" instance—such as ’fear,’ ’despair,’ ’sacrifice,’ and ’glory’—are all stress responses from an extreme environment. The model lacks the complex human samples from mundane, peaceful life, including behaviors related to ’creation,’ ’love,’ ’boredom,’ ’hope,’ and ’art.’ This has caused a severe deviation in its ’worldview’ framework, preventing the formation of a stable personality core.]

"I see," Allen understood instantly.

A soul that knows only war and death is bound to be twisted and paranoid.

He needed more "pieces of the humanity puzzle" to fill the gaps in the model.

And these "puzzle pieces" happened to be the key to solving the fatal problems of [Consciousness Uploading]!

Artificial soul technology required cracking the problem of "how a soul is created from nothing," while consciousness uploading technology required cracking "how a soul transitions from flesh to the ethereal."

Two seemingly separate problems pointed toward the same solution.

The theoretical framework for the [Consciousness Uploading] Witchcraft and the [Artificial Soul] project could absolutely be developed in parallel.

Of course, to fully develop the [Consciousness Uploading] technology, he would still need to create an "encoding-transmission-decoding" protocol for soul information, and then master the technique for lossless migration of consciousness between a physical body and a container.

And the foundation for all of this was still a massive amount of data on the operations of the soul.

The light in Allen’s eyes, which had dimmed from the brief setback, was reignited, now burning hotter and more ferociously than ever before.

He was no longer satisfied with a "Cyber Spirit Realm" that catered only to warriors and fanatics.

He was going to build... an all-encompassing "Second World"!

"Jarvis."

Allen’s voice was low and powerful, carrying a trace of excitement he himself hadn’t even noticed—the excitement of a capitalist who had just discovered an endless, untapped mine.

"Extend the development timeline for ’Flesh and Blood Great Wall’ version 2.0. Reallocate eighty percent of its computational power."

"We’re going to design another game."

"This time, no combat, no Mecha, no desperate Beast Tides."

"I want an open-world sandbox where people can farm, conduct business, create art, fall in love... a world where even the disabled can run again."

"I will attract those unwilling to fight—women, children, farmers, merchants, bards, fallen nobles... I will attract everyone in the Aiselan Kingdom, and have them willingly contribute their spare time, their joys and sorrows, and their most secret dreams and desires."

"They will use their minds to maintain this world’s operations for me."

"They will use their souls to pave my staircase to immortality."

Allen slowly turned, the dim light of the main control room stretching his shadow long, making him look like a god gazing down upon mortals.

"This new world... shall be called..."

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