The First Superhuman: Rebuilding Civilization from the Moon

Chapter 198: The Assessment

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As an alien memory entity, Black retained the ability to think independently, and it was constantly analyzing its precarious situation.

Trapped within the severe constraints of Peter's mediocre brain structure, Black felt its vast intellect drastically bottlenecked. It was now heavily influenced by the primitive, instinctive desires of a human body, which had recently caused it to make an absolute fool of itself in public. However, as a former member of a highly advanced species, it still possessed a baseline of cold logic and rationality, unlike its host, Peter, who spent all day cursing and throwing mental tantrums.

Black was carefully calculating its future.

...It was difficult. Incredibly difficult!

Severely restricted by Peter's limited knowledge base, Black was largely blind to the intricacies of human social structures, their specific technological capabilities, their history, and their culture.

Most importantly, Black struggled to determine whether this rudimentary civilization actually possessed the potential to evolve into a true Interstellar Civilization. If they failed to reach that threshold, they would ultimately make no ripples in the bleak, dark universe, and allying with them would be a waste of time.

There were a few specific things that deeply puzzled the alien mind:

First, this colossal starship known as the Noah.

Clearly, this primitive civilization, calling themselves the Federation did not possess a Grand Unified Theory, which meant they mathematically lacked the ability to generate artificial gravity. Strangely, however, the starship possessed a flawless, ambient gravity field. It was a complete paradox.

Moreover, the sheer scale of the starship was astronomically beyond the manufacturing capabilities of such a primitive, lower-tier civilization. It was deeply fascinating.

Second, the ship's flooring.

Black had only noticed the dark purple metal by sheer chance, but the revelation had sent shockwaves through its consciousness!

Because Peter was a lazy recluse who rarely left his dorm except to eat, and his internet browsing was mostly limited to mindless entertainment, Black's exposure to the ship's infrastructure had been minimal.

But when it finally caught a clear glimpse of that purple metal and cross-referenced it with its alien database, the sheer astonishment had nearly crashed Black's mental processing...

What an absolute mind-bending shock!

At that moment, Black had practically roared inside Peter's mind: π•—π«πšŽπ—²π˜„πžπ•“π§π• π˜ƒπ•–π₯.πœπš˜πš–

This is... Eureka Cix?! They're using it to cover their FLOORS?!

This... this is definitely Eureka Cix! No way, how is this mathematically possible?!

It's real! It's actually real!

"Eureka Cix" was a legendary purple alloy forged exclusively in the heart of extreme nuclear fusion environments. It could withstand apocalyptic environmental conditions, representing the absolute theoretical limit of structural integrity for standard matter!

Yes, it was the ultimate, optimal material solution for any standard Interstellar Civilization. Because it could only be synthesized in the chaotic crucible of stellar-level fusion, its universal yield was abysmally low. Across the cosmos, it was usually measured and traded in grams. It was a high-end currency among advanced galactic empires.

But now... these humans were using it as floor tiles?!

Black had been so stunned it didn't know how to process the data. Was this a display of unimaginable extravagance and wealth, or... did this inferior race simply have absolutely no idea what they were walking on? Even at the absolute zenith of Black's own ancient civilization, they would never have dreamed of doing something so outrageously wasteful.

Yet, these primitive humans took it completely for granted. They were living inside a priceless cosmic treasure trove and treating it like standard concrete!

Black had forcibly suppressed its raging emotions to analyze the situation objectively.

Based on these bizarre paradoxes, it reached a staggering conclusion: this primitive human race hadn't built anything. They had just gotten astronomically, unbelievably lucky, and stumbled upon a derelict starship belonging to a supreme, S-Class civilization!

An S-Class Precursor vessel!

Yes, that has to be it! They literally just found it!

Black felt a profound surge of envy and jealousy.

The universe was always so mysterious, full of bizarre, illogical anomalies. Those elusive, god-like super-civilizations were entirely unpredictable. It was as if they operated entirely on whimsy, casually discarding priceless miracles into the void, leaving them for whatever lucky scavenger happened to drift by.

To think that such a pathetically weak civilization had blindly stumbled upon something so incredibly advanced. Could a species truly achieve greatness simply by scavenging the universe's trash?!

Black couldn't help but marvel at the vast absurdity of the cosmos. This revelation had truly broadened its horizons. If it survived, it would definitely engrave this bizarre human phenomenon into its core memory bank, making it a permanent part of its archive. It could even write a memoir titled *Endless Wonders*, which would surely shock any advanced civilization that read it.

Black sighed internally. Its own race had never been so fortunate. They had aggressively roamed the Milky Way for tens of thousands of years, yet they had never uncovered a treasure trove of this magnitude. In the end, they were ruthlessly wiped out, leaving Black as the sole survivor...

Why was the distribution of luck in the universe so profoundly unfair?

Apparently, it was better to just be a lucky garbage collector than a proud conqueror.

Of course, there was a third and final anomaly that deeply puzzled and intrigued Black:

The human leader, the male named Jason. That individual possessed an extremely potent, almost blinding "spirit energy level." He seemed to harbor limitless evolutionary potential...

It had to be the result of an "Anti-Entropy Field Aggregation Particle" effect!

Thinking about this, Black suddenly became highly excited. A species harboring individuals with "Anti-Entropy Field Aggregation Particles" had a practically infinite ceiling for future evolution.

*I wonder how many others like him are on this ship?* Black pondered. *Probably not many...*

So far, Black had reached a firm conclusion: this human race had been blessed with absurd, reality-breaking luck, but that was about the extent of their merits.

And luck alone was far from enough to survive the dark forest of the cosmos.

Black didn't have much contact with the average Federation citizen. If the rest of the population was anything like Peter, it would be mathematically impossible for them to ever ascend to a true Interstellar Civilization.

After all, Black was a proud member of a higher civilization; pure luck wasn't enough to make it risk its immortal existence to serve them!

For a civilization to truly grow and prosper, it required countless calculated actions, relentless innovation, and legions of heroic, brilliant figures. Blind luck and the forceful push of a few genius scientists simply weren't enough to carry an entire species.

The higher the average "spiritual energy level" of a race, the greater its collective potential; that was a universal, eternal truth.

Overall, the average spirit energy level of the Federation was still difficult to properly assess. There was a massive variance between their highest and lowest individuals.

Take Peter, for example. He was practically a useless piece of biological trash. He was slow-witted, inherently lazy, and possessed pathetic willpower. If he had been born into Black's original species, his genetic material would have been purged immediately...

As an archival member of an advanced civilization, Black possessed a functionally immortal lifespan and truly understood the vast, unforgiving chasm between a lower civilization and an Interstellar Empire.

Even if the Federation was led by an exceptionally brilliant captain, it only slightly increased their overall odds of survival. And increased odds did not guarantee success!

If they fail to achieve true interstellar ascension, they will ultimately be crushed like ants... Black thought coldly. At the very least, they need to prove to me they actually have the potential to succeed.

To willingly serve a civilization as insignificant as ants, Black was vehemently opposed to the idea. Very opposed. It simply couldn't convince its advanced ego to submit to a colony of literal apes.

Furthermore, Black's thought processes and definitions of mortality were fundamentally different from a human's. Black used the integrity of its physical "core memory" drive as the sole standard for true "death."

As long as the alien metal sphere housed in the Silver Lake Supercomputing Center was not physically destroyed, its core memory archive remained intact, and Black did not consider itself dead.

Even if Peter died and this fragmented, uploaded copy of Black's consciousness died along with his organic brain, the original Black still believed it was fully alive. It was safely archived as a digital master file inside the metal sphere.

It sounded bizarre to a biological organism, but that was the reality of its existence. This standard of mortality was very similar to that of silicon-based, mechanical AI lifeforms.

Therefore, Peter's constant threats of mutual destruction were completely empty. They carried absolutely zero deterrent effect.

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