I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse-Chapter 1267: Brain Domain Activation

Rou Sheng said, "You are really eager to learn. However, as far as I know, most knowledge is now directly transmitted through the ’Knowledge Transmission Machine.’ If you want to learn more, you might consider visiting the education center in your residential area to receive knowledge transmission. Many resources there are free, too."

"Thank you." You quickly expressed your gratitude.

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After taking off the game glasses, you hurried out the door. Although your home was on the four-hundredth floor, the supersonic elevator could send you downstairs in the blink of an eye.

What you didn’t know was that these devices were already antiques from a century ago. Nowadays, people could reach public venues by simply using the transmitters installed in their rooms. Yet, unfamiliar with this world, it took you more than an hour to learn the precise location of the education center from a five-year-old boy sucking on a lollipop.

There was another point worth mentioning.

The ground here moved by itself!

It was akin to the conveyor walkways at airports—constantly moving forward—but without anything to hold on to. Just stepping on it allowed people to be transported seamlessly.

Standing on the automatically moving road, you soon spotted a dilapidated, rusty sign that read: Service Center.

Inside the Service Center, you found the place exceedingly quiet. In the vast hall, a lone old watchman was slumped over the desk, dozing off.

You tiptoed to the counter and gently knocked on the desk, whose material was unclear. Despite its evident neglect and age, the desk was remarkably clean, as was the surrounding space—spotless.

After persistent effort, you finally woke the old watchman. He squinted at you in confusion, his body trembling slightly, and asked, "Young man, what do you want?"

"Sorry, I’m here to receive knowledge," you replied, somewhat embarrassed.

"Oh?"

A glimmer of surprise flashed in the old man’s eyes before he excitedly exclaimed, "Wonderful, wonderful! You’re the first visitor here in sixty years!"

Saying this, the old man shakily rose to his feet. He led you to a machine that looked extremely outdated and directed you to lie down on a specially designed chair. Then, he pressed a button. A virtual projection appeared before you—a hologram of an elderly scholar wearing glasses. Upon closer examination, you realized the image was none other than the smiling old watchman beside you.

"Child, you will be the final successor to my Mou Family of Academics. I am now 167 years old, and my life is nearing its end. If not for your arrival just now, I might have already departed this world. I am so glad to meet such a diligent and eager learner as you today."

The old man continued, "Alright, I won’t waste time with idle words. From your brainwaves, I’ve detected some data that others would find incomprehensible. I cannot explain it either, but it seems you have never been exposed to the knowledge of this era. So, I will reintroduce all the information from the New Century Encyclopedia into your mind. Additionally, I will also transmit my academic theories to you. This process will take time—approximately five days—and by then, you may no longer see me. Ah, I suppose this will be our farewell."

The virtual projection vanished abruptly, and a pair of glasses was placed on the bridge of your nose. Then, an electronic eyeball materialized in mid-air, continuously emitting beams of data that entered the glasses, refracted into your eyes, passed through the retinas, and ultimately reached your brain.

Meanwhile, the old man’s voice echoed one last time in your mind:

"My Mou Family of Academics can only develop 15% of your brain potential. The ocean of knowledge is boundless; my lifelong study is but a tiny drop in the ocean. When you interact with others, remain humble and eager to learn, as their experiences and knowledge differ from yours. When faced with challenges or problems, reflect deeply. Only by doing so can your brain achieve greater development."

As his words faded, your brain descended into chaos. An overwhelming influx of knowledge surged into your mind, overstimulating your nerves and causing a sharp, needle-like pain.

The pain was visceral—like every strand of hair on your head had turned into steel needles, relentlessly piercing your scalp, burrowing through your skull, and stabbing into your brain!

But in your pursuit of knowledge, you endured.

Ancient texts often spoke of the hardships of study. Even in your own time, acquiring knowledge was an arduous and limited process.

Now, however, it would take only five days to absorb an immense repository of knowledge. If this shortcut came with suffering, then so be it—you would bear it!

Slowly, gradually, you drifted into a dreamlike state, though your eyes remained open. In a sense, it was as if your soul had fallen asleep, utterly exhausted.

When you awoke, you were still lying in the chair. However, the machine had collapsed into a heap of scrap metal on the ground, and the old watchman was nowhere to be found.

You didn’t bother to search for him. After all, leaving without a goodbye had been his choice.

Stretching lazily, you realized that acquiring knowledge hadn’t made you feel any smarter.

Instead, when you looked at certain things, your brain naturally processed them through the lens of this era’s knowledge and analyzed them thoroughly.

More surprisingly, your mind could instantly generate examples and evidence for numerous scenarios and ideas.

Simultaneously, fragments of information emerged effortlessly in your brain, such as how Earth now had only five universities: the University of America, the University of Europe, Asia University, the University of Africa, and the University of Oceania. Your destination was Asia University.

The universities didn’t teach theoretical knowledge from books; instead, they focused on practical and applicable skills, such as martial arts and other phenomena science struggled to explain.

Each university was a microcosm of society, not a small building but a floating city housing over a million people. In this city, you could witness every corner of the cosmos that humans had managed to explore, including aliens and extraterrestrial technologies.

What truly astonished and delighted you, though, was discovering your mind had retained considerable knowledge of China’s ancient martial arts traditions from Asia’s old countries!

Although this martial arts information was fragmented and elementary, it was invaluable to someone like you at this moment.

There was only one day left until the semester began.

That day, while doing physical training in your room, the doorbell suddenly rang. A tall figure in a black coat appeared on the virtual screen.

This virtual screen was something you had assembled yourself using materials scavenged from a trash heap. It had taken over an hour, and the results weren’t half bad. Dragging your tired body, you pressed a button, and the door opened automatically. The tall figure slowly stepped inside.

"Hello, is Mu Yun home?" asked a deep, resonant male voice.