Chapter 36

Energy, an endless supply, was provided to the brain. After eating so much chocolate, Chen Yang did not feel the slightest bit of腻味 (disgust).

Leaving the neighborhood and walking to the street corner, Chen Yang did not deliberately observe, yet the number and direction of the vehicles passing by were all imprinted in his mind. Even the license plate numbers, as long as they were within his line of sight, could not escape data collection.

If a person deliberately counted the vehicles passing by, they could also tally the number of vehicles.

But if asked at this moment, how many people had brushed past him on the way? How many trash cans? How many streetlights? How many steps had he taken?

This person would definitely be stunned, racking their brains and unable to answer a single question.

But had he really not seen any of these things?

No, he had seen everything, but this unrelated information was only a fleeting memory, forgotten in a moment, let alone processed.

Even if this person was told all the questions in advance, to tally so much information, relying solely on mental memorization and calculation, they would definitely forget one thing while calculating another.

This is the inability of a person to multitask.

Like a single-core processor, it can only handle problems one by one, not like a multi-core processor that can process problems in parallel.

In fact, the human brain is not just multi-core; it is a supercomputer composed of thousands of cores. In terms of logical operations and imaginative intelligence, it cannot be compared to a human brain, and its deep memory is extremely formidable.

However, although the brain uses all its cores, the frequency is locked to prevent overheating and damage from overclocking, and to avoid insufficient energy supply.

This natural evolutionary "valve" was breached by the right hand, and it had little confidence in the effects on the human body.

Therefore, the right hand did not dare to relax its monitoring of Chen Yang's body for a moment.

The experiment was interesting, and a lot of unexpected data and information appeared, but the body of the host was clearly more important. If the "vehicle" for transportation broke down, would it really have to walk?

Thus, once Chen Yang's body showed any signs of abnormality, the right hand would immediately stop the experiment.

Fortunately, after parasitizing Chen Yang, it had made some modifications to the host's body, making the physical fitness far exceed the standard of its kind. Otherwise, the right hand would not dare to conduct the "second gear overclocking" experiment on the host's brain!

After observing for a while, the right hand found that although the host's body had produced relatively complex changes, it had not yet reached its limit. The part deeply embedded in Chen Yang's brain began to continue the experiment.

Chen Yang, walking on the street, no longer needed to look at the time on his phone. After checking the time thirty minutes ago, his mind seemed to be accurately counting, and he could easily tell how many seconds had passed with a slight thought.

It was already 10 PM. Chen Yang looked at the street sign and estimated how long it would take for the bus to arrive.

"Host, calculate the shortest route to walk back."

Walk back?

Chen Yang was momentarily puzzled but quickly understood that the right hand wanted to continue the experiment and observation.

So...

This thought flashed through Chen Yang's mind, and he instantly calculated the shortest route home.

He turned and walked without hesitation.

At the current walking speed, it was estimated to take two hours and thirty-five minutes to reach the destination, with an error margin of no more than ten minutes.

Chen Yang walked while his mind continuously processed a massive amount of information. Information from his ears accounted for 3%, from his skin and nose 0.8%, and the rest was all from his eyes.

"Whoosh..."

A cool night breeze swept through the street, lifting a few plastic bags that had fallen to the ground. In this international metropolis of Donghai, even at midnight, the streets were brightly lit and bustling with traffic.

But in the instant the breeze blew, Chen Yang's ears rang, and the world before his eyes almost came to a standstill!

Yes, standstill. Everything seemed to freeze, vehicles stopped moving, people halted in their steps, a runner's foot remained in mid-air, and all objects on the street were motionless, as if time itself had been frozen.

"How... is it?"

The right hand's voice suddenly sounded.

"How... what..."

Chen Yang wanted to ask what had happened, but when he opened his mouth, he realized that although he had thought "what's going on" in his mind, he could not say it out loud.

It felt like "several seconds" had passed before he could move his mouth.

Without the right hand explaining, Chen Yang already understood. His thinking speed had been elevated to an unimaginable level by the right hand.

When a person observes an object, the eyeball does not remain still. It typically stays in one place for a few hundred milliseconds to capture an image, then moves to another place to capture another image, a process known as saccadic movement.

The human eye's visual persistence means that when an image disappears or changes, the brain retains the image for a short time.

This brief retention of the image, when moved at an extremely fast speed, forms the continuous image we see.

At this moment, the world that had come to a standstill before Chen Yang's eyes was due to his thinking speed reaching an extreme. The images his eyes saw were transmitted through the optic nerve to his brain, creating an illusion.

"Time is indeed relative..."

Chen Yang looked at the frozen street and had a slight epiphany. Beings or objects operating at different speeds exist in different worlds. For example, a sloth, which moves slowly, lives in the same world as humans, but their perception of time is completely different. Perhaps, in the sloth's perception, only a short time has passed, while humans feel that several hours have gone by. "Time" is not what people usually perceive; it is merely an illusion.

Although the brain's processing speed had been elevated to an unimaginable level, the analog signals transmitted by the human body's nerves had a speed limit. As a result, even though Chen Yang wanted to move his hands and feet, it took a long time for the signals to reach them, and his feet had not even received the signal yet.

With over a trillion neurons and over a hundred trillion neural connections, countless neural commands rapidly processed in Chen Yang's brain, and he felt something different.

Yes, in this state, the world had changed. It was not just because of the illusion of time freezing, but also because of the influx of more and more complex information.

For example, within a hundred meters to the left of Chen Yang, there were seventy-eight vehicles, and their trajectories all appeared in Chen Yang's mind. He immediately knew that a black Mercedes-Benz twelve meters away would collide with a streetlight in ten seconds.

In ten seconds, three pedestrians would happen to walk under the streetlight, with a 90% chance of being hit by the Mercedes-Benz.

Chen Yang remained expressionless, despite his godlike calculation of the future, he did not have even the slightest emotional fluctuation.

This was because, in this state, the foundation for emotions did not have time to form, so there could be no emotional fluctuation.

Whoosh...

Like a receding tide, Chen Yang emerged from that godlike state, and his head spun, almost causing him to fall.

The right hand felt a sense of regret. After increasing the brain's processing speed again, it had only been a few seconds before Chen Yang's brain almost "melted" due to high temperatures, and his body began to issue multiple warnings. His heart rate had exceeded 250 beats per minute, his blood pressure continued to rise, and his adrenal glands secreted large amounts of adrenaline, forcing the right hand to stop the experiment.

If an ordinary person had been in that state, they would undoubtedly have died in a way that would shock even a forensic pathologist.

"Bang!"

In the distance, the sound of a vehicle collision echoed. A black Mercedes-Benz, after hitting a streetlight, veered and struck three passersby, causing a tragic accident.

(Why are people still bookmarking "The Ring of Darkness"? That book is no longer being written. If you like it, you can check out my other sci-fi novel, "Future Catastrophe," which is also a black tech sci-fi. If you haven't read it, you can give it a try.)

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