I Really Didn’t Want to Be the Savior Chapter 547: Become someone else’s golden finger

Shen Fu had a long dream.

In the dream, his multiple personalities changed from flaws to his "gold fingers".

He has a hundred incarnations, each with complete memories, all engaged in different jobs, giving him a different life experience.

Although all the jobs are very low-end jobs, he does have a wealth of experience in a hundred industries.

When I wake up, only one day has passed.

After a little recollection, he was extremely pleasantly surprised to find that he clearly remembered these hundred parallel lives!

Not only that, but his basic practitioner experience from 100 different industries is gradually integrating in his thinking over time.

Shen Fu took the test again immediately.

Test results will be available soon.

He believed the mysterious voice.

I got it wrong.

The previous test also got it wrong.

Everyone is wrong.

My true potential is not a sad D or C, but an S!

I shouldn't be rotten in a corner.

I should have had a wonderful life.

He gritted his teeth fiercely, thinking of his own misery in his life, and a monstrous hatred inexplicably welled up in his heart.

But at this moment, he trembled, and a cold voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

"Your name is Shen Fu. You were born in the space station of Tianyuan 4b star. You grew up in an automated cultivation orphanage. The first half of your life was unremarkable. That's because you have something in you that you can't share with anyone. Secret."

"Your thoughts can be divided into 100 pieces. Each piece has an independent personality. And each piece of your thinking can live a life of its own in a parallel space."

"When your one hundred lives in the parallel dimension are over, that's when your sense of self is fully revived. Now, those one hundred you are dead, and only the last of you is left. You finally After completing the accumulation, it is time to stand up and achieve your own life, and make a great career that is praised by the world."

After listening to this, Shen Fu's expression froze instantly, his shoulders slowly drooped down, like a robot without electricity.

About ten minutes later, Shen Fu repeated these words very mechanically. The anger that burst out of his eyes was no longer hatred, but instead it was full of vitality and freedom.

He was taken over.

There are always two sides to people.

No matter how weak a person is, there must be some hard place in his heart.

The difference is only knowing and not knowing.

People will always give up this and give up that in one's life.

Give up too much and I'm self-narcotic, and I'm probably a useless coward.

But 90% of the "cowards" don't know that they may just not choose the right direction to insist, or they may just simply suffer.

Shen Fu, who suffers from the extremely rare stable multiple personality syndrome, is a typical case of not finding the right direction and having a bad life.

In this day and age, every human being will undergo tens of thousands of tests of various types before birth.

Some test subjects know, others don't.

The point of testing is to find out where each person's talents lie.

Theoretically, it is almost impossible for top talent to be underappreciated.

But Shen Fu was the one who slipped through the net.

His multiple personalities completely mask his strengths.

Innumerable tests have perfectly skipped his anomalies, only constantly marking him as C or D.

Chen Feng's insight into people's hearts has surpassed the labels on him, and he understands the abnormality lurking under the appearance of a cripple.

He never even met Shen Fu in person.

In the past few months, Chen Feng has swept through a large number of resumes with his quantum thinking ability, and selected thousands of names from it.

These people are all placed in different wrong positions for various reasons, depressed and even dead.

Shen Fu was the first person Chen Feng found.

It's not that Shen Fu's ability is the best, just because if Chen Feng doesn't care, this person is the closest to death.

The "Dream" used by Chen Feng, which seems mysterious and wonderful, is actually an "outdated" old method.

He used "Song of the World" on Shen Fu.

He carved it into the depths of Shen Fu's mind.

Yes, he "formatted" Shen Fu's brain.

Shen Fu's extra memories of the past are not mysterious. Deducing the lives of ordinary people is what Fan Xing and Chen Feng are good at.

He wrote 100 script synopses for Shen Fu's 100 lives, and then Fanxing completed the details, and finally engraved it into Shen Fu's "formatted" mechanical memory like a CD.

Humans cannot accept memory indoctrination, but "machines" can.

As for why Shen Fu still looks human, instead of turning into a robot like those who were deeply brainwashed by "Song of the World" in the past?

The answer is his emotional ups and downs. It is also his new mechanized thinking based on his own style of doing things in the past, which is a pseudo-emotion that conforms to his own logic after a lot of calculations.

He thought he had emotions, but he didn't.

Shen Fu is different from the blank ones of the past.

He should be called "The Reinventor".

After comprehending the Grand Unification Theory, Chen Feng has completely mastered the deeper application of "Song of the World".

This is a technique that even compound-eyed people don't understand.

Even before Chen Feng started, he knew that this person might have an anti-human character after he just woke up.

But he still expects a miracle to happen.

Unfortunately, there are no miracles.

So in the end, Chen Feng had to use the forced control of "Song of the World" to forcibly take over Shen Fu's personality.

This will slightly suppress Shen Fu's potential.

But it doesn't matter, the man who should have died survived and became an apparently useful man.

This is his way of dealing with Shen Fu.

Of course, as for others, each person will adopt a different strategy, and he may not necessarily use "Song of the World".

Some people may simply lack an opportunity.

Chen Feng will continue to find one after another of the remains of the sea, and set things right in the details.

He will become the "gold finger" of these "lost people", making these people who are destined to be unknown in civilization and of low value become one additional "surprise" in the history of civilization.

This is Chen Feng's decision.

In the past, he relied on the "predictive prophets" obtained from reading history to discover talents, but now he relies on the wisdom of quantifying people's minds.

Shen Fu can only be considered a semi-finished product.

After Chen Feng tampered with this person's personality, he threw him aside and didn't ask any more questions.

His attention returned to the third space station on Barnard's Star.

As an old-fashioned base, this space station is large in scale, designed in a second-generation eco-type, and has a cylindrical structure as a whole.

The cylinder is 40,000 kilometers long, with a radius of 5,700 kilometers and a wall thickness of 80 kilometers.

The wall is divided into three layers, the outermost is made of ultra-high-strength special alloy, 20 kilometers thick.

The second layer is a magnetic field generator to simulate the Earth's magnetic field, ten kilometers thick.

The innermost side is a 50-kilometer-thick rock layer.

The space station does not have a gravitational field, but instead uses a method of internal rotation to simulate centrifugal force as gravity.

The rotation period is exactly twenty-four hours.

Combined with the mass gravity of the cylinder, the "gravity" felt by humans living on the inner wall of the cylinder is exactly the same as the earth.

The lighting in the space station is controlled manually. The radiation characteristics of the light are exactly the same as the sunlight filtered by the earth's atmosphere. The changes of sunshine time and wave frequency simulate the seasonal changes of spring, summer, autumn and winter on the earth.

After more than 150 years of vigorous development, the total population of Barnard's galaxy is now more than 70 billion people.

The population of the third space station is as high as 20 billion people.

Compared to Tianyuan 4b, the material conditions in Barnard's third space station are much better.

The people here not only have endless food, but with the help of the civilization-leading Barnard Biomedical Research Institute, their basic medical level has even surpassed the high-end technology of the Eridian ε galaxy.

There are still people here who are unhappy.

Branna Diaz is a Masters student at Barnard Energy College.

She is struggling with her dissertation.

If her thesis can pass the review with an A grade, then she will have the opportunity to continue to study for a doctoral degree, or directly enter the tertiary subsidiary of Xingfeng Group and become a zero-level energy supply unit of Xingfeng rapid development system component tester.

This is of course a great honor.

She dreams about it.

But she has spent thirteen years on this paper.

No matter how hard she works, constantly revising and polishing, constantly re-testing experimental data, and constantly absorbing and adding new theories, her graduation thesis still can only get a C or B in the pre-assessment every time.

If there is only B, then she can only enter a collectively-owned enterprise established inside the third space station, which means that 90% of the height she can reach in her next life has been set.

Although she has a life span of more than 200 years now, thirteen years is still too long and too tiresome.

She has learned so much that she wants to give up struggling more than once.

But from a scholarly family, she really doesn't know how to face the hopes of her parents and elders who have high hopes for her.

Branna doesn't want to be the least educated person in her family, and she doesn't want to live up to the genius label she's been labeled since she was a child.

She gritted her teeth and insisted, but she never dreamed that something she thought was simple could be so difficult.

With just two months to go before this year's paper submission deadline, there's not much time left for Brenner.

But she knew very clearly that this time it was still the same.

The pace of the times has been moving forward. The thesis that I just finished, using last year's theorem, has changed again.

She wants to use the new theorem in the thesis, but she has to move her whole body. With the level of knowledge she has now, it is impossible to understand and adjust the thesis within two months.

In the central park on Fifth Avenue in Jamestown, raindrops are falling obliquely.

This artificial rain is sprayed by a large rotary sprinkler suspended in the center of the cylindrical space station. It has a certain initial speed and is mainly used to water the green plants in the space station.

The tall elm leaves in the park swayed and rustled in the wind and rain.

The classic song "The Sun in the Universe" is playing on the ultra-high-resolution speakers.

Branna sat on a wooden chair without a canopy, staring blankly at the sky.

The intelligent robot reminded her just now and asked her if she wanted shelter from the rain.

If she said yes, the raindrops from the sky would just create a blank band within a metre radius around her.

It's simple and requires only a little tweaking of the brain center.

But she refused.

After dozens of seconds, another smart umbrella floated over from the corner of the park, but she was also rejected.

Brannah just wanted to calm herself down.

Otherwise she'll break down.

I heard that recently the world government is trying to study a kind of bacteria. After planting this bacteria in one's own body, the potential of human wisdom will be fully exploded.

If successful, you must become a test volunteer as soon as possible.

Unfortunately, I just don't know how many years it will take.

When will this day come to an end?

Am I really just a mediocre assembly line worker?

"Alas!"

Brannah gave a long sigh.

She's really ashamed of herself.

In today's era, I am sitting on such a good training resource, but in the end I have become a lost person.

I can only pin my hopes of turning around on the illusory bacteria under development.

"Hello, Brana Diaz."

Just when the rain had just soaked through her clothes and the health early warning system had begun to quietly inject medicines that boost her immunity in low temperature, a strange man's voice sounded in her heart.

Branna frowned and stood up slowly, "Who are you? What do you need me for? Sorry, I don't receive any exam training. The knowledge system provided by the government does not need others to improve. In addition, I I don't need any psychological guidance, my family has hired an expert instructor for me."

She sees the voice as a telemarketer.

Thirteen years of hard work with her master's thesis made her more or less famous in Jamestown.

Well, mostly in private educational training institutions.

These unfortunate bastards, who think they have mastered the true meaning of knowledge, always want to make a lot of money from her.

Brannah is very annoying. She usually blocks unfamiliar communications, but I didn't expect people to take advantage of it.

Her series of refusal speeches made Chen Feng on the opposite side a little overwhelmed.

Yo, so alert.

Chen Feng was also disrupted.

He wanted to start with a master's thesis, but now it seems that's not the case.

He coughed lightly, lowered his voice, and switched to a very magnetic middle-aged man's tone, "It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is who you are and what kind of person you want to be."

Pop.

The other side hung up.

Ten seconds later.

"Who the **** are you? I have blocked you, how can you still call in? I warn you not to harass me, or I will file a complaint with the arbitration court. Your behavior..."

Chen Feng: "Branna, in addition to writing papers this year, you are also writing some movie scripts, right?"

The roar on the other side came to an abrupt end.

Branna felt the raindrops on her face in the middle of the street, only to feel colder and colder.

It's her biggest secret.

She didn't tell her parents, or even her best friend who grew up with her.

As a genius who has reached A-level in multiple comprehensive academic potential assessments, she can't help but write some stories from time to time.

In order to prevent the disclosure of secrets, she did not even dare to use her personal brain, but instead wrote it by hand in a notebook, and then hid it in the mezzanine of the inner wardrobe.

She panicked suddenly, thinking in horror, how did this person know?

What should I do if this person tells my parents and my mentor that I have been failing the review because I wrote the script?

"You... what exactly do you want?"

After being suddenly restrained, Branna's tone softened instantly, even with a silk pleading.

Chen Feng's magnetic voice said slowly: "Do you know the name of your city?"

"Jamestown, what's wrong?"

"What industry does James say he is most proud of?"

"The Holographic Film Industry ~IndoMTL.com~ is one of the ten most powerful cities in the entire empire."

"Yes, the city is named in honor of James Diaz. He shares your last name."

Brannah: "There are hundreds of thousands of people in the city with the same name as director James."

"Others just don't have a surname themselves or their ancestors, so they borrowed Diaz's surname at birth. But you're different, you're a descendant of James Diaz. Didn't your parents tell you that? "

Branna was stunned, "No...no."

She couldn't help but recall James Diaz's exploits in her mind.

As the first assistant of the sage Chen Feng in the film field, this director has left a deep impression in the history of film.

Chen Feng smiled, "Don't say, probably because as early as six generations ago, James' descendants switched to science. One of your ancestors thought science was more meaningful, so he didn't want descendants to switch to science. Going back to the movie business, so keep your secrets. Brana, wake up, you're on the wrong track. You should do a movie. Trust me, you can."