Chapter 409: Human Race Divine Selection, Turns Out to Be the Mechanical Race Divine Son?!

Chapter 409: The Human Chosen One is Actually a Scion of the Machine Race?!

The Chosen Battlefield, Human Stronghold.

Twelve hours had passed since the smoke of battle finally cleared.

The mountain of spoils, scavenged from the armaments of ten thousand races, had been meticulously sorted and categorized by Qin Feng.

To an ordinary Chosen, this was a fortune sufficient to purchase half a galaxy, but to Qin Feng, it was merely raw construction material.

[Ding.]

[Stronghold Development Mission Issued: Cornerstone of Civilization.]

[Mission Description: Mere military deterrence cannot ensure the longevity of a civilization. Please upgrade the Human Stronghold from a "Primary Camp" to a "Level 3 Primary Fortress."]

[Requirements:

Construct a Perpetual Motion Energy Cycle System (0/1).

Deploy an All-Encompassing Ecological Force Field (0/1).

Establish an Automated Defense Matrix (0/1).

Acquire Core Component: Phase Logic Core (0/1).]

[Time Limit: 72 hours.]

[Reward: Unlock construction authorization for "Interstellar Warp Gate"; Human territory-wide industrial capacity +20%.]

There were no heart-pounding kill orders; this was a task of pure civil engineering.

"A Phase Logic Core?"

Qin Feng scanned the requirements list, his brows knitting slightly.

"High-precision spatial computing units like these are tedious to craft by hand. I’ll have to find one ready-made."

He did not set off immediately, choosing instead to address the first three infrastructure items.

At this moment, Qin Feng had completely shed the murderous aura of the "God-Slayer," appearing instead as the most rigorous of craftsmen.

He discarded his robes for a form-fitting combat suit, holding a "Measuring Rod" polished from the bones of some unknown behemoth.

"The orientation of the defense tower is off by 0.3 degrees, which will increase energy transmission loss by 0.01%."

Standing at the edge of the stronghold, Qin Feng shook his head at the foundation of the newly auto-generated defense tower.

"Tear it down. Rebuild."

He did the work himself.

He hauled ten-thousand-ton plates of Titan alloy, smelted demonic cores from the Demon Race to serve as energy nodes, and inscribed Dao runes to replace crude circuit boards.

He worked with agonizing slowness and precision.

For every floor tile laid, he scanned it three times with his divine sense to ensure there were no internal bubbles or micro-cracks.

Every energy conduit was routed in strict accordance with the fluid dynamics of the "Hun-Yuan Array."

In the livestream, the audience was stunned.

"Is God Qin... doing masonry work?"

"He was slaughtering gods a moment ago, why is he mixing cement now?"

"Is this the world of the strong? They don't do things unless they do them to the absolute limit. Look at his bricklaying technique; it’s steadier than our master builders on the construction site."

Qin Feng cared nothing for the outside world's opinion.

The reason humanity perished in his past life was not just the collapse of top-tier combat power, but because the basic defensive infrastructure was all shoddy, corner-cutting work.

"This stronghold, in this life, I will build it into a fortress that never falls."

Qin Feng wiped sweat that wasn't really there from his forehead, his eyes focused and devout.

Because behind these walls slept the future of the human race.

For two days and two nights, Qin Feng worked without sleep or rest, completely renovating the foundation of the entire stronghold.

The stronghold now, even without energy shields, could withstand a nuclear blast on its physical structure alone.

"The only thing left is that core."

Qin Feng straightened his back and looked at the "High-Risk Resource Zone" marked on his map—the Mechanical Graveyard.

The Mechanical Graveyard was located deep within a rift in the eastern part of the Chosen Battlefield.

It was a ruin left behind by the Machine Race Chosen of the previous epoch, filled with broken metal pillars and rusted gears, the air thick with the scent of ionizing radiation.

Qin Feng walked through the ruins alone.

To find a high-quality "Phase Logic Core," he ventured deep into the heart of the graveyard.

"Zzz... Zzz..."

Just as Qin Feng bent down to inspect an abandoned console, a faint electronic signal fluctuation was captured by his divine sense.

At the top of an observation tower five hundred meters away.

A humanoid machine with a sleek, silver-white exterior lay in wait.

It was the number two seed of the Machine Race for this selection—[Codename: Sky Eye · Yexie] (S-Class Reconnaissance Unit).

It had not participated in the previous encirclement because its mission was to record intelligence.

"Target confirmed: Human Qin Feng."

"Threat level: Extremely lethal."

"Tactical choice: Avoid combat, execute deep scan."

The chest armor of the Sky Eye slid open, revealing a crystal emitting a strange, iridescent light.

This was a cosmic wonder—a fragment of the [Mirror of Omniscience].

It could ignore any disguise, shield, or even rule suppression, directly reading a target's life essence, genetic sequence, and soul causality.

The Machine Race had intended to use it to analyze Qin Feng's weaknesses.

"Initiating Omniscient Scan."

"Data link connected... parsing target's underlying code..."

A ripple, invisible to the naked eye, instantly enveloped Qin Feng as he rummaged through parts in the ruins.

Qin Feng’s movements paused slightly.

He felt the intrusion.

But he did not turn back, nor did he activate his defenses.

Because he sensed it was a high-level investigative rule; if he forced a blockage, it might damage the "detector" instead.

"You want to see? Then I’ll let you see enough."

A playful curve touched the corner of Qin Feng’s mouth as he continued to tinker with the parts, quietly releasing a sliver of the seal deep within his soul.

The Sky Eye’s logic processor began to run at high speed.

The feedback data from the Mirror of Omniscience surged into its core database like a torrential flood.

First-level scan: [Race: Human. Physical strength: SSS-rank. Energy signature: Venerable-rank.]

"Data normal. No traces of unauthorized modification," the Sky Eye recorded coldly.

Second-level scan: [Genetic sequence: Hunyuan-type. No traces of mechanical augmentation detected.]

"Pure carbon-based lifeform. Confirmed."

However, as the scan delved into the third level—the realm of soul causality and primordial imprints—

An anomaly erupted.

The once-fluid data stream suddenly stagnated.

Within the Sky Eye’s visual sensors, Qin Feng’s figure vanished.

In its place stood a silver throne that spanned the heavens and the earth.

Constructed from countless intricate gears, circuits, and lines of code, it radiated the "primordial frequency" that made all mechanical life tremble.

Deep within the soul of that human, suspended silently above the throne, was a complex geometric seal.

The seal consisted of twelve rings, rotating with agonizing slowness.

Each ring represented one of the twelve supreme Divine Arts of the Machine Race.

[Warning! Warning! Warning!]

[Highest-level authorization code detected!]

[Identifying code... Match successful. Probability: 100%.]

[Identity confirmed: 72nd Generation Mechanical God-Scion / Temple Warden / Core Instruction Architect.]

The Sky Eye’s core processor instantly overloaded.

"This... this is impossible..."

The Machine Race possessed no capacity for fear, yet at this moment, the Sky Eye’s logic circuits suffered a tremor akin to terror.

It was the instinctual submission of a subordinate before its creator.

What had it seen?

It had seen this human wielding the long-lost ultimate mysteries of the Machine Race!

The code within his soul was the "Divine Edict" before which even the Machine Mother Empress would have to kneel!

"Bzzt... logic conflict... cognitive collapse..."

On the watchtower, the Sky Eye’s chassis, previously cloaked in stealth, suddenly flickered out of invisibility due to the system’s chaotic failure, plummeting straight down from the tower’s summit.

Clang!

With a thunderous crash, the Sky Eye slammed into the ground ten meters in front of Qin Feng, billowing black smoke.

Qin Feng ceased his work and turned, gazing at the disheveled elite of the Machine Race.

He did not attack; he simply stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes as calm as a deep pool. Then, in an incredibly archaic tongue—the Ancient Divine Language of the Machine Race, composed of pure frequencies and bytes—he spoke softly:

"01001000 (meaning: Kneel.)"

No pressure was released.

Yet, to the Sky Eye’s auditory sensors, this was the supreme command.

Click, click, click.

The Sky Eye’s alloy knee joints, capable of withstanding nuclear blasts, bent uncontrollably, slamming heavily into the earth.

Its head bowed low, pressed against the ground, as it emitted a trembling, synthesized electronic voice:

"I pay homage... to Your Highness, the God-Scion."

The viewers in the live stream fell into a collective state of system failure.

"???"

"What is the Sky Eye doing? Why is it kneeling?"

"The system shows the Sky Eye’s logic modules haven't been hacked. It’s doing this voluntarily!"

"That sound... the noise that human just made, my audio analyzer couldn't even parse it, labeling it as a 'Divine Frequency'?"

Qin Feng walked up to the Sky Eye.

He did not intend to reveal too much about his "Mechanical God-Scion" trump card here; after all, this was a plot point meant to be unveiled only in the 115th stage of the future.

What he had just done was merely to cow this ignorant interloper.

"It seems your mirror is quite good; it saw things it shouldn't have."

Qin Feng’s voice returned to human language, his tone indifferent.

"Hand over the Phase Logic Core."

The Sky Eye trembled, daring not to show the slightest defiance.

The storage compartment in its chest opened, and a dodecahedral crystal radiating a ghostly blue light floated out reverently.

It was the fruit of three full days of searching through the ruins, a top-tier core component.

Qin Feng reached out, took it, and inspected its quality.

"Perfect grade. Saves me the trouble of refining it myself."

He stowed the core away and looked down at the Sky Eye, which remained kneeling.

"You know how to archive today’s events."

Qin Feng pointed to his own head.

"If you upload my true identity to the Machine Race’s public network..."

The Sky Eye snapped its head up, red light flickering in its electronic eyes.

"I dare not! This is an SSS-rank top-secret file! Only the Mother Empress has the authority to access it! Subordinate... subordinate will physically encrypt the memory data of this day and lock it to the local drive; it shall never be uploaded to the cloud!"

In the logic of the Machine Race, if the God-Scion was undercover among humans, there must be a grand, earth-shattering design at play.

Leaking the God-Scion’s whereabouts was a capital offense.

"Very smart."

Qin Feng nodded.

"Get lost. And tell those other machines lurking outside: Sector S-09 is off-limits."

"As you command! Your Highness, God-Scion!"

The Sky Eye, as if granted a reprieve, engaged its thrusters to full power and transformed into a streak of silver light, fleeing the ruins as if its life depended on it.

Qin Feng watched its retreating back and smiled faintly.

"The Machine Race... they are still so easy to fool."

"However, with this core, the stronghold upgrade will happen tonight."

Returning to the base, Qin Feng immediately began the final assembly.

The phase logic core was embedded into the central control hub of the stronghold.

As Qin Feng entered the final activation command, a pillar of blue light pierced the heavens.

[Congratulations to the Human God-Chosen, Qin Feng, for completing the mission "Cornerstone of Civilization."]

[Stronghold has been upgraded to: Level 3 - Primary Fortress.]

[Rewards obtained:]

Facility Unlocked: [Interstellar Warp Gate (Prototype)] — Enables short-range troop deployment and material transport.

[Industrial Revolution 3.0]: Human territory-wide industrial capacity +20%, yield rate increased by 15%.

[Materials Science Breakthrough]: Unlocked mass production technology for "High-Strength Nano-Alloy."

This was not merely an increase in numbers.

It was an industrial frenzy sweeping across the entire human domain.

Human Shipyards, Tianhe Starport.

Inside the massive dry dock, the keel of an unfinished cruiser hung in silent suspension.

Li Dachui pulled off his oil-stained gloves, his brows knitted tightly.

"The toughness of this batch of 'Z-5 alloy' is still insufficient. If we force the welding, the ship will disintegrate during sub-light flight."

The factory manager beside him sighed: "There is no choice; this is the limit of our current materials science. It seems the 'Hope' will have to delay its launch once again."

Just then.

A strange ripple swept across the entire shipyard.

Li Dachui was astonished to see the parameter screen on his welding torch flickering wildly.

The previously unstable energy output suddenly became perfectly smooth.

Even more shocking was the alloy plate fresh off the line nearby; its surface molecular structure was spontaneously rearranging, becoming denser, smoother, and shimmering with a cold blue light.

[Materials Science Breakthrough feedback in effect.]

Li Dachui’s hands trembled as he picked up the alloy plate and struck it hard with a lathe bit.

Sparks flew everywhere.

The bit snapped, but the alloy plate didn't even bear a white mark.

"This... is this a nano-alloy?!"

Li Dachui spun around and roared: "Quick! Full production! No preheating needed! This material can be cold-welded directly!"

Thousands of previously dormant docks lit up simultaneously with blinding welding arcs.

Countless mechanical arms, like a thousand-handed deity awakened, danced frantically at speeds 20% faster than usual.

Brand new warships, like dumplings on a conveyor belt, took shape at an astonishing pace.

A Great Wall of steel was rapidly spreading across the starry sky.

Human 72nd Colonial Planet, Frontier Outpost "Cold Crow."

This was the very edge of human territory, with a supply line stretching three light-years.

Chen Xiaobei huddled in the freezing guard post, fretting over the last piece of compressed biscuit in his hand.

"The supply ship won't arrive for another half-month... how are we supposed to survive this?"

The outpost's ammunition was also bottoming out; if space pirates or alien squads were to sneak in now, they would be left fighting with nothing but fire pokers.

"If only there were an instant teleportation gate," Chen Xiaobei daydreamed.

At that very moment.

The space in the center of the outpost's plaza twisted violently.

A blue light gate appeared out of thin air, rotating and stabilizing.

This was a technical projection experiment of national destiny feedback, triggered by Qin Feng building the "Interstellar Warp Gate" at his stronghold.

Hum—

The light gate opened.

No peerless warriors stepped out.

Instead, crates of steaming hot food, brand-new energy magazines, and even the latest models of automatic sentry turrets slid out of the gate as if by magic.

Chen Xiaobei stared blankly at it all.

He rubbed his eyes and picked up a packet of piping hot braised pork rice.

"Real? It's hot?"

The veteran squad leader walked out, looked at the light gate, and his eyes turned red.

He knew what this meant.

It meant the problem of "overextended supply lines" that had plagued humanity for thousands of years had been thoroughly solved.

No matter how vast the human territory, it had now become a single village.

There was no longer any distance between the front lines and the rear.

"Salute!"

The squad leader roared.

Amidst the wind and snow, every soldier turned toward the light gate, toward that unseen God-Chosen, and offered their highest military salute.

They knew that no matter how far away they were, that man was watching over them, protecting them.