Tenebrous Sovereign

Super Chip

Dean took off his coat, found a slightly drier area nearby to place it, bared his arms and climbed into the garbage hole again. Fortunately, there was no steel or glass among these garbage. After all, steel could be recycled and no poor people would be extravagant enough to discard it. As for glassware, the poor couldn't afford it either.

The pungent stench constantly assailed Dean's brain, making his stomach churn. His palm would occasionally touch something soft and wet. In the darkness, it was impossible to imagine whether it was a lump of feces or the rotting and swollen body of a rat. Here, even a slovenly poor person would feel that life was worse than death.

Dean gritted his teeth tightly. After crawling for about seven or eight meters, he finally touched a hard object. It was his cryogenic chamber!

He felt along the gap at the edge of the outer shell and soon found a button, pressing it down.

"Verifying your fingerprint for you..." The cold mechanical voice rang out from the darkness.

Soon, with a click, the cryogenic chamber opened. The force of the cabin door flipping open pushed the garbage on top slightly upward, but more garbage fell into the cryogenic chamber, almost filling the place where he had once slept.

Dean glanced at the cabin door, where there was a two-finger-wide red number: 300.

This was the year.

It was precisely this that let him know that he had awakened three hundred years later.

The reason it was exactly three hundred years was also because the three energy tubes of the cryogenic chamber could only supply cryogenic freezing for three hundred years. This was the limit.

Dean reached inside and soon felt a protruding button. With a click, an alloy built-in tray popped out inside the cabin. Several mechanical brackets supported a palm-sized screen.

"Scanning iris..."

The previous mechanical voice rang out from inside the cabin, and the palm-sized screen emitted iris-scanning light.

Dean immediately moved closer and aligned his eyes.

"Verification passed..." The mechanical voice rang out again, and a three-dimensional virtual image popped up on the screen, presenting two options: Start and Exit.

Dean gritted his teeth slightly and chose "Start".

When the disaster broke out, he wasn't the only one who was frozen. There was also this super chip. It could be said that this was the essence of the entire civilization of the old era. It stored all the technologies of the old era as well as the social histories of various countries. Although these were all informational things and didn't take up much memory with the accompanying patterns, the combined social and technological developments of thousands of years from all countries around the world added up to at least tens of thousands of gigabytes of storage.

Dean recalled his father's last words: "Remember, you must rebuild human civilization..."

Apparently, his father, who was able to consider using the cryogenic chamber to survive the disaster, also considered the survival of humanity after the disaster. The global nuclear explosion caused a devastating blow and a rupture in civilization. The contents in this super chip encompassed all the wisdom of the old era!

The basic principles of manufacturing gunpowder and firearms were naturally included.

"There is no 'electricity' in this world. Fortunately, the remaining energy in the cryogenic chamber, although unable to freeze the human body, can at least maintain the basic operation of the cryogenic chamber. Using it for learning like this can last for at least a few months." Dean estimated in his heart that the power consumption of this small screen was lower than that of a laptop and might not even consume one degree of electricity in twenty-four hours.

However, Dean didn't have so much time to stay here or come here frequently to watch, otherwise, it would arouse the suspicion of the Jura couple.

"I can only hurry. For now, let's first learn how to make gunpowder and generators, and by the way, take a look at the tools from the steam age." Dean lay beside the cryogenic chamber and began to learn earnestly.

Surrounded by the unbearable stench of rot, decay, and the mixture of feces and urine, he endured it. Gradually, he seemed to get used to it. Instead, his mind was attracted by the contents in the chip and he devoted himself completely.

"Sulfur decomposition..."

"Watt's improved steam engine..."

In this narrow and dark garbage hole, Dean concentrated on learning. Time passed unknowingly. Dean wasn't completely absorbed. His sense of time was very strict. Around four o'clock in the afternoon, at dusk, he rubbed his sore eyes and exited the teaching of the super chip. He hadn't eaten or drunk for the entire day and felt as if there was a fire burning in his stomach.

"I don't know when I'll be able to come next time. The outside of the cryogenic chamber is covered with moss that has grown over the years and volcanic ash from eruptions. It was regarded as a strange rock and thrown here. However, when the cabin door was opened last time, the rock layer also cracked. If someone sees it again, they will surely notice that it's metal. The super chip must be taken away." Dean made a decision. It was too dangerous to leave the super chip here.

Previously, when he was at the Meishan Orphanage, he didn't bring the super chip because the children in the orphanage all slept together and it was inevitable to be noticed.

Now it was different. He lived in the residential area. For the people there, a small metal piece wasn't worth looking at twice. Even if he went to the scavenger training ground, it wouldn't attract much attention.

Click, Dean disassembled the chip storage slot at the back of the player and pinched out the small chip the size of a fingernail. Since the energy tube of the cryogenic chamber was connected to the circuit of the cryogenic chamber, disassembling it couldn't be used either. Without a mobile power source, this player would also lose its function.

Looking at this small chip, Dean sighed in his heart. The history and technological inventions of humanity over thousands of years were compressed into this small object. If the rulers of this world knew the value of this chip, who knew what crazy things they would do.

Carefully putting away the chip, Dean closed the cryogenic chamber again and secretly thought, hopefully, when he comes next time, he can still see it. He struggled to turn around and crawl out of the garbage pile. The short distance of seven or eight meters felt like a baptism through hell. When he climbed out of the exit, the slightly less stinky air outside was sucked into his nostrils, feeling so fresh.

He took a few deep breaths, looked left and right, and seeing no one was paying attention and his coat was still on the ground, he didn't linger anymore. After picking up the coat, he quickly left the garbage dump.

Not far from the garbage dump, there was a low-lying area where radiation rain that had fallen several days ago had accumulated. The accumulated water was rather clear. Dean didn't bother caring about radiation or not. Throwing aside the coat, he scooped up the accumulated water to wash his arms and chest. Anyway, with the super chip, as long as he could make a stable power source early, he could find a way to reduce the radiation in his body.

He had searched earlier and found that there were methods for purifying radiation recorded in the chip, but due to limited time, he didn't read much. After all, it was useless to r******w.

Soon, his body was washed a little cleaner. The sticky things all over his body were wiped off, especially on his left hand, there was actually feces, making him retch repeatedly.

"It's like dying once." Dean let out a light breath, feeling a sense of rebirth. However, he knew that his hair and body still emitted a strong stench. This could only be washed when he got home. Otherwise, if he continued to use this accumulated water, he would get sick after washing.