Legend of the Cyber Heroes-Chapter 75 - Stealer of Heavenly Fire

75: Chapter 75: Stealer of Heavenly Fire

75 -75: Stealer of Heavenly Fire

Survival required the consumption of energy.

If one dismissed the electricity used by a television, then a man weighing 60 kilograms sitting on a couch watching TV all day would consume about 2000 kilocalories of energy.

If he were to engage in physical labor, he would need to consume even more.

Two thousand kilocalories, converted into electric energy, is approximately 2.3 kilowatt-hours.

This is the basic metabolic rate of a person for one day.

Of course, even with some exercise, the energy required would not be much more than this.

Even with high-intensity exercise, a person would only need about four kilowatt-hours a day.

Each gram of carbohydrates can provide about 18 kilojoules/3.75 kilocalories of energy for humans.

A person consuming 550g of sugar a day could maintain basic consumption.

“Human agriculture, as it existed, certainly could provide this much food for all of humanity.

However, in reality, famines persist,” I continued, arms crossed.

“In Africa, West Asia, and Central Asia, a vast number of people can’t even meet this basic requirement.

Their skeleton-like or specimen-like pictures have often been captured by the media.

Meanwhile, in slightly better places, people have no choice but to spend seventy percent of their income on carbohydrates.”

“But at the same time, in other places, grains are used to feed livestock and poultry.

The efficiency of energy transfer along the food chain is only 10% to 20%.

Feeding livestock 1000 joules of grains yields about 100 to 200 joules of energy in meat.

And many people, including us, have fed themselves to the point of having high blood lipids,” added Mr.

Black Warrior.

“Cough, cough.” Mr.

Black Warrior added: “However, if those pot-bellied poor can’t digest those excess carbohydrates, then the agriculture and food industry of their countries would collapse, resulting in an economic crisis.

Thus, a small portion of disgustingly healthy wealthy individuals tell them that such a diet is absolutely fine—they should embrace that culinary culture and hypnotize themselves into believing they are healthy.”

“The global trade of carbohydrates itself is unhealthy—a superpower’s capital crushes all other national agricultures, yet the people who are forced to consume it do not think high blood sugar and lipids are a problem.”

I nodded.

“If I were an agronomist, I might have some other ideas.

But…”

I pointed to the PPT behind me: “We can now sever all these.

That’s why I just said, letting a few wealthy live a couple of hundred more years is just a ‘necessary sacrifice’—because before that, countless poor struggling between hunger and poverty will benefit.”

“At the same time, the entire natural environment will also see tremendous improvement—the agricultural land needed by humans will be greatly reduced.

If Electric Field Energy can replace one-third of ATP chemical energy, then humans can reduce one-third of agricultural land.

If Electric Field Energy can replace half of the ATP chemical energy, then humans can reduce half of the agricultural land,”

“How do you feel about this explanation?”

If only the large mammals were counted, then in the ten thousand years following the agricultural revolution, the number of animals raised by humans has already overwhelmed their wild counterparts.

There are only two hundred thousand wild grey wolves left on Earth, but there are four hundred million breed variants of the grey wolf.

The aurochs, the ancestor of domestic cattle, went extinct five hundred years ago, only about four thousand wild buffaloes are left, and wild bovines are only in the hundreds of thousands in Africa.

Even excluding the species in the buffalo genus, humans raise about 1.4 billion cattle.

Now, most of the large animals on the surface of the Earth are domestic birds and livestock raised by humans.

The woman glanced at Mr.

Black Warrior: “How much did it cost to turn a yeast into this?”

“Not counting the initial R&D investment, just for this time, the cost of the potion is about several tens of US Dollars.

To calculate my and my assistant’s hourly wage…”

“There are 40 trillion cells in the human body,” the woman said.

“You plan to use the annual total income of a superpower for transformative surgery just so one person can spend mere cents on meals each day?”

Mr.

Black Warrior remarked, “The cost still has huge room for compression…”

“I still say the same thing, this is content that needs further research,” I said.

“Because this possibility exists, we need to follow this direction to construct technology, and then let technology change our world—and developing technology requires resources.

At the moment, wanting to have resources and wanting to have the power to guide these developments can only be acquired by ‘stealing.’

“I said, we are the Stealers of Heavenly Fire.”

………………………………………

— We are the Stealers of Heavenly Fire…

— We are the Stealers of Heavenly Fire…

— We are the Stealers of Heavenly Fire…

Thoughts were rushing, bioelectricity surged in the brain.

Xiang Shan stood up tremblingly and pulled out the hard drive.

“What is this…

Whose memory is this…

no, not right…”

“This is…

mine…”

“This is my memory!”

Though without evidence, Xiang Shan was so certain.

His brain called out for that disk, as if it was the missing part of his brain.

The residual memories in his mind—about emotions—corresponded with the contents in that disk.

Xiang Shan had uploaded almost all data-convertible content in his brain, except for “knowledge”, leaving behind the hard-to-translate damage-free—including indistinct emotions, intuitive feelings about a certain event, and more.

The brain memorizing one’s life is not about compressing audio and video into a file, then arranging them on a timeline.

It stores “my visual memory of this event”, “my auditory memory of this event”, “my subjective feeling about this event”, “what I learned from this event”, each categorized separately.

Thus, some people might forget what their elementary school teacher looked like but still remember the knowledge taught in those classrooms—even if the specific contexts of teaching this knowledge have been completely forgotten.

“A single image flashing in the mind yet not remembering where it’s from,” “tasting a certain flavor, involuntarily crying, yet not knowing why,” and “remember eating something delicious in childhood, remembering the snack’s name but not its taste,” are all possible occurrences.

Xiang Shan remembered “my subjective impression of an event” and “the objective knowledge I learned from this event.” The former, being tough to translate damage-free, could diminish personality, making one forget the reasons for upholding great values.

While the latter, being useful, might help him counter enemies in dire situations.

And now, his “feelings” were resonating with these “memories.”

It was as if the edges of a puzzle were aligning.

It was as harmonious as the Tai Chi yin-yang fish.

“This is my memory… my memory… my memory…”

“Master…” A cry of alarm came from the door.

Yuki jumped with fright, hurried over, and said, “You’re not quite right now…”

“Don’t bother me!” Xiang Shan was extremely mentally unstable at that moment and impulsively pushed, shoving his own disciple away.

Yuki tumbled to the ground, shocked and bewildered.

The girl at the door let out a piercing cry.

That cry finally pulled Xiang Shan’s consciousness back from the distant past.

He looked at his hand and said, “Ah… sizzle… sorry…”

Xiang Shan stood up, staggered to the door and went out, “Don’t bother me, let me be alone for a while.”

Yuki was completely bewildered.

He had never seen his master lose composure like that.

Xiang Shan knew that his mental state was extremely unstable.

To avoid unintentionally harming others amidst his mental chaos, he voluntarily left the base, followed a secret passage in the Gleayard room, and left the Green Forest Stronghold.

Outside, it was dark.

The sky was clear of clouds, and the artificial chaotic starry sky emitted strange lights.

Xiang Shan knelt on the ground, clutching his head. novelbuddy.cσ๓

“Why… why… why why why…”

Why did he regain his memory here?

Xiang Shan felt that he must have been defeated after some battle, and then his memory was either damaged—just like those burned components in his brain—or taken by the enemy.

And he was a rebel, defined by the government as a thug, so his enemies were probably some tyrant above the government.

It should be so.

He had never thought that a part of his memory would appear in a Great Stockade of the Green Forest—and delivered by the Demon Sect no less.

“Who on Earth am I… who defeated me?

Who exactly am I fighting against?”

“What did I do in the past?”

“Why has the world become like this?”

Memories summoned more memories.

Like pulling up a radish bringing up mud, more and more brain circuits were awakened, joining in this wild discharge.

That day…

Those people…

“Black Warrior,” that girl named “Zhu,” that man, that woman…

Others…

“I…”

Intense pain.

“I am… Xiang Shan…”

“I am Martial Ancestor Xiang Shan…”

“I am… the leader of the superhuman revolution…”

“I am the origin of Heroes…”

“I am…”

Intense headaches interrupted Xiang Shan’s thoughts.

He punched the wall of the tunnel, roaring at the sky, “Yawgmoth!”

“I know you’re still alive!

I know you’re still out there!”

“You jerk!

You… I must… I must make you!

Make you!

You!”

The man yelled randomly at the sky.

He still didn’t know why he was cursing or who he was cursing.

But he was really serious about his cursing.

“Hehe, what madness are you spewing, Hero,” another voice suddenly appeared behind him.

Xiang Shan abruptly turned around, only to see a gaping mouthful of teeth.

—Bad…

Consciousness shifted at the last moment.

Xiang Shan’s hand moved upward and with a casual twist, he flung the dog away.