3829: C3829 Algorithm

C3829 Algorithm

When the rain heard the sound, the rain understood that it, and all of its kinsmen, were based on the same thing, the way they acted, the purpose they pursued.

algorithm.

What is an algorithm?

When you feel hungry, eat. The energy you want to eat must be the same as the energy you need.

This was the most basic algorithm.

After having eaten their fill, they needed to think about even more important things, and that was to maintain their existence.

Although the rain had lived for close to ten thousand years, and there were many Rain Clansmen who had lived for much longer than it had, and were said to have lived for millions and tens of millions of years as well, no matter how long they lived, they would still face a problem, and that was that they would eventually perish.

Moreover, they were very weak.

Very weak.

They were weak to the point that they could be killed by a small accident.

In order to be able to maintain their existence, continue their existence, and live longer, they had to do two things.

One was reproduction. Although he might not live for long, but his descendants would still inherit his bloodline and memories. From this perspective, he would still be alive.

The second was to constantly grow stronger and protect yourself.

How?

To form a population.

Just like on this continent, the rain was actually a very weak existence, but in the White Hall, there were tens of billions of other races protecting it. What it needed to do was to think, make the right decision, and lead the other races on this continent to continue to reproduce and survive.

How many times did it need to reproduce, how many times did it need to evolve, and how many populations had to be established in order to guarantee the continuity of his bloodline and genes?

This was also an algorithm.

Eating to one's fill required a number to reproduce. A number was needed to maintain the existence of one's own species. A number was needed to strengthen one's species and also a number was needed to reproduce.

Everything needed to be calculated.

Right, there was something even more important that needed to be calculated.

That was an ancient memory.

When the rain became strong enough, one could hear the voices of billions of years ago, the memories, the calls of bloodlines, it knew that it was different from everyone else. It also knew that it could become the leader of this white palace and indirectly lead the entire continent, all for a reason. Before it had even stepped into the white palace, the other races in the white palace had already locked it down through algorithms and brought it to the white palace, allowing it to become the leader here.

Because it holds fragments of ancient memories.

Those memories were very important.

It was also because it had an ancient bloodline.

This kind of bloodline was also very important.

Therefore, for the next thousand years, Yu Yu began to use his calculus to continuously deduce the missing memories and various methods to awaken his bloodline.

The algorithm decides everything.

Hungry was a problem.

Searching for food, choosing the direction, choosing what to eat, and the speed, method, and rhythm of eating are all algorithms.

One individual had thrown out a problem, the other individuals had solved it, tens of billions of individuals living in the White Hall, each of which represented a step in the algorithm, perhaps a number, perhaps a formula for addition or subtraction, perhaps a question, perhaps an answer, but together they had formed a complete set of algorithms and, after the calculation, made the most correct choice, and now the rain was a little leader who had only to do one thing, and that was to keep asking questions and asking requests, and then to address them through the countless individuals in the White Hall and through the other races on the mainland.

Its need is to awaken memory.

Its requirement was to awaken its bloodline.

Its requirement was to reproduce.

Its requirement is to maintain the functioning of the entire population.

Finally, one day, it did it.

It had recovered most of its memories and awakened a small part of its bloodline. It had become smarter, wiser, stronger, and harder to destroy. At the same time, it had also understood the meaning of its own existence and the existence of other individuals.

It led the entire continent to meet with its fellow clansmen on several other continents and drew up a plan.

They were heading to a place called Universe of Eight Kings.

The leaders of other continents communicated with it, migrating their populations, exchanging bloodlines and memories, and the rain multiplied tens of thousands of descendants and moved to other continents.

They had made everything according to plan, and this was yet another complex set of algorithms.

Afterwards, they would secretly expand their population and continuously occupy more continents.

After many years of completing every step of the algorithm, they did it.

Then, they began their journey towards the Universe of Eight Kings.

But the rain was still confused.

Although it had done many things and had decided many things, even being regarded as the leader of many continents, most of the time, the rain was not clear about what it had thought about, what it had done, its thoughts were even incomplete and chaotic.

It was like a small ant that found a place to settle down, multiplied many descendants and formed a huge empire, then died, its descendants continued to lead the empire, then its descendants died again, and many years later, because this ant empire was too huge, the excavation was too deep, and it had collapsed their world. At the back of the world, there was a torrent that could destroy everything, destroy this ant empire, and destroy the known world.

However, the ant that had initially decided to settle down didn't realize what was going to happen.

This phrase seemed to be called 'a thousand miles' and 'a thousand miles' were destroyed in an ant's nest.

The rain was the ant.

It only found out a few hundred years after it had embarked on its journey. When it first decided to head to the Universe of Eight Kings, this news had inadvertently spread out.

Perhaps through population migration.

Perhaps through reproduction, bloodline, and inheritance of memories, it was transmitted out.

Maybe for some other reason.

Maybe all the reasons.

But no matter how many reasons, its idea was conveyed, and the populations of the distant world, after hearing of its algorithm, also used their own algorithm to calculate. Interestingly, no matter how far apart their populations were, no matter how different their populations were, their algorithm was consistent, so they also agreed with the idea of rain and believed that this was what the "monarch" meant.

As a result, those other races that were extremely far from the rain and unimaginably far away also began to move towards the Universe of Eight Kings and chose to converge with the rain.

Most of the people involved in the project believed that they had a monarch.

And Yu was this monarch.

The rain didn't know what a monarch was. It was just doing what it had to do, like every year, every month, every day, every moment.1

Then the rain died.

It was thinking too much, reproducing too much, and its life was already exhausted.

Before Yu Yu died, she did her last calculation and came up with two answers.

The first answer is that they are in danger.

A great danger.

Thus, it led its continent to hide outwards to avoid danger.

The other races followed behind it without hesitation.

They avoided the danger.

The second answer Rain came up with was, if the monarch really existed, then the monarch was not an individual.

Rain didn't believe she was a monarch.

The continent it was leading was able to make sounds, which was also known as' speaking '.

But the rain could not even speak, if the continent wanted to speak, it still required the combined efforts of the billions of individuals in the White Hall, a hundred thousand individuals asking questions, three hundred thousand individuals thinking, five hundred thousand individuals calculating, two million individuals weaving syllables, five million individuals making a simple sound, and then more individuals connecting the simple voices together into a single sentence.

What kind of monarch couldn't even say a word?

So it is not a monarch.

But if the monarch really did exist, then the monarch must be —

algorithm.

The rain had died.

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