I, a cultivator, have ended up in the wizarding world

Chapter 699 Divine Armament

The entire research institute was now completely silent, and the corridors were littered with the corpses of tentacle trees.

There was even a tentacle tree whose tentacles remained inserted into the data interface until its very last moment before it died.

"We're too late."

Alaric's tone was clearly tinged with regret.

"After discovering the research institute, we immediately broke through the outer shield, but they seem to have activated the internal self-destruct protocol ahead of time."

He pointed to a bombed-out control room in the distance:

"Although we prevented the entire space station from self-destructing, the toxin elimination system had already been released through the life support system before we discovered it." "Databases, logs, and communication records were all physically destroyed."

Jemin glanced down at the still-smoking circuit board, smiled, and shook his head.

"It's alright, the soul is indeed gone, but the information will not disappear."

He crouched down and looked at the body of a young researcher.

The researcher associated with that tentacle tree was still quite young; the number of tentacles on the canopy hadn't even fully grown yet. He was probably just a junior researcher who had recently joined the research institute.

Jemin slowly stood up, his mental energy enveloping the entire space station.

Then, the golden vertical eye between his eyebrows suddenly opened.

hum...

A pale golden light spread like water, quickly permeating the entire research institute.

[Causal Tracing Technique], activated!

At the same time, the destiny system starts at full power.

The threads of cause and effect rapidly intertwined in the void, forming a vast network covering the entire space station.

The traces of information left behind by the deceased researchers before their deaths began to gradually emerge.

In Jemin's mind's eye, scenes from the past inside the space station appeared: some people arguing in the laboratory, some recording data around the armor fragments, and some constantly debugging some kind of activation program.

These are not intelligence recorded in the soul, but merely traces of information left behind.

Like footprints in the snow.

Although the person has left, the traces remain.

Jemin's three eyes simultaneously scanned the entire screen, and the information was continuously broken down and categorized.

He spoke again quickly: "They call that armor... the Armor of God."

"The Tentacle Tree Civilization leaped from an ordinary industrial civilization to a space civilization precisely because it discovered the first divine weapon."

"Shields, energy weapons, space jumps... all the core technologies came from reverse engineering."

He paused for a moment, his gaze falling on a certain piece of information screen.

"Moreover... there is more than one divine weapon. They have discovered similar armor in different star systems."

"The prevailing theory within the Tentacle Tree is that these things originated from a super-civilization that once ruled the entire universe."

Alaric whispered:

"So the Trilobite Star System is just a cover; the real core research area has always been hidden deep within the gas giants."

"That's right."

Jemin gave a faint reply, then slowly withdrew his mental energy.

The threads of cause and effect gradually dissipated, and the research institute returned to its deathly silence.

Actually, Jemin wasn't surprised by this situation.

He sensed something was wrong from the first time he came into contact with the Tentacle Tree fleet.

This civilization's technological system suffers from severe discontinuities.

In some areas, there has been a sudden leap forward beyond expectations.

The shields and energy weapons are of such a low standard that they possess space technology... even if that space technology is equally inferior.

However, their overall technology is far ahead of their materials science and basic industries.

It's like someone forcibly crammed a piece of the puzzle that didn't belong to them into their own system.

What's even more unusual is their energy level classification.

The measurement standards for levels one through five are incredibly precise.

Both the energy thresholds at each level and the measurement logic are highly consistent with the wizard civilization system.

...Or rather, this logic of division is consistent with those civilizations that have reached a fairly high level of understanding of the rules of the entire world.

However, once it reaches level six, its measurement theory suddenly drops precipitously.

Their theoretical and technical levels seem to be very similar, but this is completely contrary to the normal laws of civilization development.

There will be a gap between the theory and practice of a normal civilization, but the level of theory should far exceed that of practice, not this strange synchronous development. There is only one reasonable explanation.

Their understanding of the top five levels comes from a more mature external system.

Those at level six and above can only learn through trial and error, which leads to significant discrepancies.

And now, the answer is right in front of him.

Jemin didn't linger. His figure passed through the ammonia crystal storm belt, transforming into a dark golden streak of light that descended directly towards the outermost satellite. This area had been designated a "protected zone" by the Tentacle Tree Civilization.

The ground is covered with low-lying purple vegetation, with very few man-made structures, only a few observation stations and large enclosed ecological zones.

The garrison here has all surrendered, and the tentacle tree soldiers are kneeling in fear on the open ground.

When Jemin landed, all the tentacles touched the ground at the same time, and not one dared to raise its head.

Jemin ignored them and headed straight into the depths of the reserve.

That is a shallow sea maintained by human intervention.

After the abundant ice beneath the satellite melted, water was introduced into the low-lying areas, simulating an environment similar to the liquid layer of a gas giant. Dozens of translucent organisms floated in the seawater.

It resembles a giant jellyfish, but with a much more complex body structure.

The umbrella-shaped body ranges in diameter from two to five meters, with slender tentacles swaying gently with the water flow, and a faint fluorescent glow emanating from its surface.

These creatures lack complex neural structures and appear to be anything but intelligent.

Jemin stood on the beach, watching them quietly, before slowly speaking:

"They shouldn't be so unintelligent. Evolution doesn't regress; a species with a complex physical structure must have once possessed a corresponding level of nervous system."

"Unless... someone deliberately shut down their intelligence genes."

Alaric, who was standing nearby, understood the meaning behind Jemin's words and whispered in response:

"Therefore, these natives are the true guardians of the divine armor. Indeed, their physiological structure was designed for the internal environment of a gas giant."

Jemin nodded: "These caretakers are probably not the creators of the Divine Weapon, but they most likely also have the right to use it. And the activation permission for the Divine Weapon is most likely bound to genetic verification."

"The tentacle trees kept the armor after discovering that it could not be activated."

"It's not out of kindness, but simply because they need their genes. To make them easier to control, they deliberately allowed this race to degenerate."

The jellyfish in the shallow sea continued to drift slowly, showing no reaction to anything on the shore.

There was no fear.

There was no curiosity either.

Like a group of empty shells whose memories of civilization have been severed.

Jemin watched in silence for a moment, then looked away.

"Arrange for more Black Giant Priests to be stationed here, organize all the genetic data of the research institute, collect all jellyfish samples, and maintain the original state of the protected area."

"From now on, we're in charge."

"As for the Tentacle Tree garrison personnel... treat them as regular prisoners."

Alaric bowed his head and obeyed.

Jemin looked up at the sky.

Outside the dome, starlight shone down, casting a pale gold edge on the shoulder line of his robe.

In the distance, the gas giant continues to rotate slowly, with an ochre storm covering the entire planet like a giant vortex.

The Tentacle Tree Civilization was nothing more than accidentally finding a key that didn't belong to them.

They rose to power because of it, yet they never truly understood it.

Behind those divine weapons scattered throughout the universe... there is clearly a much larger and more ancient civilization hidden.

Jemin narrowed his eyes slightly.

It seems the next steps will need to be readjusted.