A new, strange image materialized, not a shot from actual reality, but a composition of purely three-dimensional animated figures.

A single human stood there, before him arrayed ten waist-high robots constructed of metal, each brandishing a distinct weapon, forming a compact squad capable of powerful, mutually supporting crossfire.

Combat robots, a class of soldier that requires no sacrifice of life, had been proposed in discussions by scientists and military experts more than once.

But the problem remained severe: without endowing these combat robots with highly advanced artificial intelligence, their combat effectiveness would be rigid and lack real impact, rendering them mere targets on the battlefield, an endless waste of materials and resources.

If highly advanced AI were granted, projections from scientists across all continents suggested that it was not impossible for combat robots to develop genuinely human thought processes.

Though the probability was nearly negligible, the emergence of even one such unit could endanger the entire Federation; at the very least, it would severely drain their vitality and cause significant social upheaval.

In the projection, the ten combat robots moved with fluid agility and precise judgment, unleashing astonishing lethality, as if they possessed fully independent thought! In the projection, thin strands of yellow light extended from the human’s brain, each connecting to the corresponding head unit of every combat robot.

“These yellow lines do not actually exist,” the voice from the brain declared with undeniable pride.

“They are only marked this way so you can better understand.” Qin Fen finally grasped what this so-called 'psionic power' meant: it was the term given when brainwave activity reached an extreme level, allowing one to control a single, or even several, otherwise useless combat robots.

Simultaneously, this suggested a further question: if psionic power could reach an even greater magnitude, could it control other things? For instance, could one sitting in a starship direct ten fighter jets in an aerial engagement? Or even command a small squadron of starships? This would achieve the unified command structure that had remained purely theoretical in military circles! Qin Fen did not know if the brain’s psionic power could reach such heights, but if it truly could, then fighting alongside the Queen Bee’s world would grant a far greater advantage in the conflict.

“Of course, this is not the ultimate manifestation of psionic power,” the brain explained with a noticeable lack of patience.

“In short, psionic power far exceeds your imagination.

Martial artists grow stronger through cultivating Zhenqi.

Scientists lack the extensive time martial artists have for cultivation, and not every scientist is a genius of the martial way.

Scientists who utilize their brains efficiently and for long periods are destined to advance toward psionic power! With potent psionic ability, I believe that in the future, the mental strength of scientists will become a combat force no less significant than that of a martial artist.” Qin দরজা looked at the various calculations displayed on the projection screen; one even depicted the scenario of controlling fighter jets that he had previously speculated about.

“Psionic power has many uses beyond just combat,” the brain’s tone, which had grown increasingly proud, suddenly shifted to a low note.

“It is a pity that this research faces numerous defects and obstacles given our current state.

Moreover, the sheer accumulation of all this knowledge is an impediment to the speed of scientific progress.” Qin Fen turned to the brain.

“You want me to help you separate it?” “Exactly!” Qin Fen was quite surprised.

Even without the technological might of Zhang Hao's Founding Society, this one still possessed formidable capabilities, and there were numerous scientists in various fields outside; why seek help from someone so close? “You know two young men, don’t you? Inzarlotta and Lin Liqiang…” Qin Fen whistled softly.

The reputations of these two friends were clearly widespread, as even this colossal brain had specifically mentioned them.

Could it be…? “Knowledge separation is an exceedingly complex matter, because after long integration, the separated knowledge fragments can no longer survive as independent entities; they require a host.” A host? A new mental image formed in Qin Fen’s mind: the dashing and elegant Lin Liqiang suddenly afflicted with hydrocephalus, his uniformly handsome physique supporting a monstrously large head as he wandered about, causing any beautiful woman who saw him to scream and flee in terror.

Looking like that, Qin Fen decided he would rather be a handsome idiot with nothing but a good face! Than possess such accursed intelligence! Without needing to relay the details to Lin Liqiang, Qin Fen could already predict the response of that young genius scientist.

“If you are seeking Lin Liqiang and Inzarlotta to be hosts for the separated knowledge segments, not only would they refuse, but I would not assist you either,” Qin Fen stated, shaking his head in refusal.

This technology was terrifyingly dangerous; who knew if Lin Liqiang, after this so-called Integrated Intelligence integration, would still be Lin Liqiang? “I know what you are worried about.

The integrated Lin Liqiang will still be Lin Liqiang; it will not alter his personality in the slightest.

It would only bestow upon him pure knowledge and certain modes of thinking developed when encountering various technological impasses! There are no drawbacks whatsoever.” Qin Fen remained silent.

The human brain before him was considerably larger than an ordinary one.

Although Inzarlotta rarely spoke, Qin Fen was certain that if he saw himself transformed into someone resembling a hydrocephalus victim, he would likely curse using foul language.

“The technology back then was immature, which is why the heads became so large…” The brain’s voice held a note of awkwardness, as if even in its current state as just a brain, it still felt embarrassed by the giant-brained appearance.

“The technology now is much more mature than before.” Qin Fen still said nothing.

For the experts in science, their declaration of ‘mature technology’ in an unfamiliar field was not like guaranteeing the quality of a consumer product; it likely came with no customer service whatsoever.

“Are you concerned about the psionic potential?” the brain’s tone became somewhat urgent.

“We truly cannot guarantee that aspect.

It is just like the paths of Ancient Martial Arts versus New Martial Arts.

Some are suited for practicing martial techniques; others simply lack the innate talent.

Psionic power is the same; not everyone can possess it strongly.

However, those two possess a higher probability, and it requires time for gradual development; they won't instantly gain psionic power upon integration.” “How about this, let me speak with them?” The voice of the brain conveyed helplessness.

“You contact them, and I will speak with them.” Qin Fen maintained his silence.

According to the brain’s earlier explanation, an Integrated Intelligence integration could accidentally result in a lunatic.

That was why the scientists of the past, in order to ensure relative safety, forsook physical bodies and possibly even left directives for the entire Founding Society never to allow themselves physical forms.

If that were true, no one could guarantee that this current brain was entirely normal and not simply a mad brain possessing superhuman abilities, using lies composed of nine parts truth and one part falsehood to deceive him.

A lie does not need to be extensive; even one false statement among a hundred thousand can achieve perfect deception.

Qin Fen could not forget the teachings of Squad Leader Hao: truly intelligent people do not spout lies constantly.

They weave a tapestry of truths, embedding just a few falsehoods to complete a deception.

Qin Fen had to admit that the brain before him was possibly the most intelligent brain in the entire Federation at this moment.

If it truly intended to lie, facing a brain without a shell, he would be equally incapable of discerning truth from falsehood in its words.

“You suspect I am a madman?” The brain emitted a series of sighs.

It truly had no way to prove it wasn't lying.

“Alas! It is impossible to communicate with a scientific layman like you.

I only need to speak with them briefly, show them the data, and let them determine if there is deception.

They will understand better than you.” Qin Fen gently massaged his temples.

This was the first time since his debut that someone had called him a layman, yet in the face of such advanced scientific technology, he truly was the most ignorant of laymen.

The call was eventually connected.

Considering Lin Liqiang's perspective, Qin Fen knew his two friends would be extremely eager to learn about this technology, even if they ultimately decided against the Integrated Intelligence integration.

After a brief introduction, the intense interest displayed by Lin Liqiang and Inzarlotta far exceeded Qin Fen’s expectations.

The brain, communicating with true insiders, experienced a marked surge in emotional vitality, and the three conversed animatedly with a rhythm of two questions for every answer.

Qin Fen listened for a long time and gradually understood some points: for Lin Liqiang, the knowledge offered was merely a form of critical nutritional supplement, crucial because consciousness itself could not be separated.

The brain possessed only a single consciousness; if that were separated, the remaining brain structure would effectively be dead—incapable of existing as a pure storage and computation unit.

The foundation of Integrated Intelligence requires a brain with independent will; without it, the system cannot function.

And this brain floating in the nutrient solution did not wish to die, so its consciousness had to remain housed within its original structure.

If it dared to enter Lin Liqiang’s brain, a collision of two consciousnesses would occur, and regardless of which emerged victorious, it