Me, The Sovereign of the World? [Modern Evolution]

0037 – Third Evolution



If she were to use a weapon in the future, it wouldn't be any flashy weapons like the katana, machine gun, bullwhip, nunchaku, tomahawk or bazooka. At the very least, this 200-kilogram drum-shaped bronze hammer is definitely not enough.

Zoe casually swung the 200-kilogram drum-shaped bronze hammer in her hand, unable to help but think this way. She now found herself standing in the same mindset as Saitamei in One Punch Woman.

Using this thing as a weapon was really not convenient. Without some weight to it, it felt too light and flimsy. Even though to the outside world, being able to lift 200 kilograms instantly was a sign of great strength, being able to hold 200 kilograms for a moment meant you were a rare strongwoman, and being able to lift 200 kilograms for a moment meant you were at the champion level of the world’s top sports stage even amongst men!

But for Zoe, too light was simply too light, nothing more to say. Swinging it felt like swinging a fan; besides the powerful whooshing sound, there was nothing special about it. She had only evolved twice. In two weeks, she had gone from a nearly frail, sub-healthy youth who could barely swat a fly to a monster who found a 200-kilogram hammer too light. It was unreasonable, but it was the truth. She now stood in a completely different position.

The scenery here was distinctly different. Reflecting on this, Zoe uninterestedly placed the drum-shaped bronze hammer in the corner of the living room floor. She looked at the time. It was February 2nd, just after 8 PM. She opened a short video app and watched for a bit but quickly lost interest. Watching videos had become somewhat bothersome for her.

The principle of videos is to use the persistence of vision, rapidly switching images to create the illusion of motion. The refresh rate determines how many images are refreshed per second.

For Zoe, who had become increasingly adept at perceiving the world in a clear and transparent way, the frame rate of videos was gradually failing to keep up with her eyes. Most videos now appeared to her as a series of rapidly switching still images. She had to consciously suppress herself or find high-refresh-rate videos to watch them comfortably. Otherwise, it felt no different than watching a PowerPoint presentation.

Therefore, unless a video was particularly interesting, Zoe couldn’t watch most short videos anymore. This indirectly led to her quitting short videos.

Reflecting on this, Zoe decided it was better to start today's log earlier. She first lay down on the floor, skillfully beginning her daily maximum number of standard push-ups test.

The standard push-ups she did ensured that each was perfectly executed, with consistent timing and no breaks. Under such stringent requirements, not many people in the world could do many.

In less than ten minutes, Zoe, having reached her limit, panted heavily as she slowly got up from the floor. About ten seconds later, she was back to feeling not tired at all.

She opened the memo on her old phone. Flipping to the last page of "Web Novel Writing Ideas," she started a new entry as usual.

13th Entry: February 2, 2024

  1. Maximum number of standard push-ups: 5100.
  2. If there's a need for weapons in the future, it's best to custom-make a heavier one.
  3. Video frame rate cannot keep up with vision, but intentionally suppressing and controlling it can solve this issue.

After writing this, Zoe looked at the now densely filled memo and squinted her eyes.

Unknowingly, it had been almost two weeks since her transformation. The memo was already quite full. Compared to the first week's excitement, confusion, bewilderment, and anxiety, honestly, since her second awakening, she had been indulging in playing around.

Although this was to control variables and experiment whether physical training would affect the mechanism of her evolutionary sleep, to gain a deeper understanding of it, she often wondered if she was wasting this gift. She always felt as if she was idling away her time.

This was a thought-provoking issue. Time is a limited resource, and people always expect a result from it. Unconsciously, the ability to perceive the world clearly spread as she pondered.

The world's clamor reached her ears.

A girl, worried about her figure, was struggling with whether to order a late-night snack.

A boy tightly holding his phone, waiting for a reply to his message.

A child expressing his feelings to a companion, hoping for comfort and approval.

Friends, rarely gathered together, discussing each other's situations.

Countless ordinary lives revealed every detail in Zoe's perception.

This made her shake her head with a wry smile. She wasn't laughing at everyone, but rather helplessly sneering at her own thoughts of wasting time. Since when had she become so sentimental? Surely, the physical transformation brought many direct and indirect effects, right?

Zoe understood this was unavoidable. Matter determines consciousness. Physical changes inevitably bring various new changes in thoughts.

As she pondered, Zoe turned to look at the night sky outside the window. There weren't many stars, but there was still one shining. It was the North Star, mostly shining brightly in the night sky.

Looking at such a starry sky, Zoe couldn't help but recall her younger self. Back then, she never felt she would waste time. She would watch ants move house and look forward to stones blooming.

Whether boring or impossible things, they were all part of this complex world. The world is so wonderful. Being alive is the meaning. Humans would allow themselves to idle away time.

With a slight smile, Zoe closed the memo and turned off the old phone's screen. She turned on her computer, ready to play some games to reward herself. Just as she was about to start a match of CIS:GO to crush some noobs and pros...

A feeling of unfamiliar yet strangely familiar drowsiness suddenly hit her.

Unfamiliar, because Zoe hadn't rested for a long time and had almost forgotten what it felt like to sleep. Familiar, because in recent days, Zoe had already experienced two transformative sleeps that brought significant changes.

This drowsiness made her thoughts incredibly complex at the moment. Clearly, this was another instance of her evolutionary sleep.

Unlike the previous two times when she fell asleep immediately, she checked her phone to see the time. It was now past midnight, reaching February 3rd.

Despite not engaging in physical training, she still experienced sleep every seven days!

It seemed that physical exercise didn't affect the timing of her evolutionary sleep. Evidently, she could preliminarily determine that her evolutionary sleep occurred at fixed intervals: once every seven days! Or, more specifically, every Tuesday!

Having confirmed this mechanism, Zoe didn't have time to think about anything else. While she was still conscious, she took out the video recorder she had bought earlier, placed it on the bedside table facing herself, and turned it on. She aimed to record what happened during her sleep. Then she lay down on the bed, letting the drowsiness pull her consciousness away.

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