Starting from the second floor, the entire tower looks like a research institute, with hundreds of densely packed laboratories and material storage rooms.
If he didn't have system privileges, he wouldn't be able to understand the complicated and ornately patterned text.
The tower is definitely not a product of this world.
Just from the unheard-of metal sign hanging in the laboratory, it can be seen that the tower must have had a large number of "scientific research" personnel.
Is this place built by creatures from another world?
To study something?
All archives and materials were emptied, leaving only some strange names.
After some investigation, Lin An actually saw the [Abyss World Specimen Room].
The room where the specimens of the abyss world are stored is very inconspicuous. Among the metal tags scattered on the floor, there is even a material like "adult black dragon bone marrow".
The biological level is not marked, but any adult black dragon must be at least the third level of peak strength.
Unbelievable and terrifying.
From the information found, Lin An gradually pieced together the original appearance of the tower in his mind.
This is a research institute established in another world. The products of "their" research range from life forms that transcend rules to undead creatures in other worlds.
Level three or even level four is just a pile of materials in their hands.
An absolute world of high martial arts.
It is impossible to imagine what kind of civilization the civilization that built the towers was.
Just as Lin An picked up the [World Will Research] labels scattered on the ground, a voice came from the sky:
"Team Lin!"
"Come to the 7th floor quickly!"
The voice was full of shock, as if he had seen something extraordinary.
...
7-story tower.
The moment he stepped onto the 7th floor again, the teleportation power he had felt appeared again.
Boundless and grand.
The 7-story tower is actually in a new space.
Just like a space ring, this space is so large that it obviously exceeds the area that the tower can accommodate.
Lin An stared blankly at the huge laboratory that was 10,000 meters long in front of him, with all kinds of broken experimental utensils falling to the ground.
At the core are hundreds of cages that look like prison devices.
Gao Tian was standing in front of an experimental table, his eyes fixed on a black-and-gold notebook on the experimental table.
Hearing the sound of Lin An entering, he picked up his notebook and rushed to Lin An:
"Team Lin!..."
The voice was hoarse and full of disbelief.
The black-gold-edged notebook is written with complicated and gorgeous words.
【Door of Eternal Life】
Open this book and you will gain the highest pursuit of any life: eternal life.
The notebook is not thick, but the material is extremely tough.
eternal life!?
Lin An subconsciously took the notes handed over by Gao Tian and turned them over with his fingertips.
The parchment-like pages were filled with lines of text.
.......
Wu Yuanji - January 9, 99067.
In the seventh year after the apocalypse broke out, my mentor Yves Kunir and I came to the experimental plane to prepare to study new topics.
The creatures in this plane world are very weak and have nothing special about them.
Materials were scarce and experimental conditions were poor.
If there's anything I can be happy about...
Probably to be able to stay away from the fear of doomsday...
...
July 11.
I was ordered to build a geothermal simulation system, and by the way, I loaded Kane's Sun into the sky and my favorite star background.
I heard that the war situation in the main world is very bad, and our supplies have been cut off for a month.
Considering the food problem, we plan to build a continent for cultivating organisms.
...
September 9th.
The instructor suddenly interrupted my work of cultivating living creatures and called me back to the Black Tower.
He said he wanted to show me his latest technological achievements.
I could sense that the instructor's mental fluctuations were extremely exciting.
Of course, I'm looking forward to it too.
It is said that the tutor's topic has been studied for more than 400 years.
It's really surprising that he can make new breakthroughs.
...
September 10th.
I met my mentor.
His mental fluctuations were very abnormal, and I saw traces of a terrorist in his eyes.
I was very scared, but he smiled very happily.
Is it an illusion?
Unexpectedly, the tutor did not show the research results, but just asked me to go to the training room with him.
There, he pointed enthusiastically at the dimensional maze on the table.
He said that this would be the greatest achievement in the history of the Endless Plane.
I don't understand.
There is only one bug in the maze, and it seems to be the lowest form of amoeba.
This kind of bug only eats and excretes, and has almost no basic intelligence.
...
September 11.
Under continuous observation, the amoeba in a state of time acceleration began to crawl inside the maze.
It's so stupid that it took 77 years to get through the maze.
To be honest, I don’t think it came out, it just came out bit by bit.
Like a monkey typewriter.
Let a monkey type on a keyboard for a million years, and sooner or later he will be able to type out a "Doomsday Research Manual".
...
September 12.
Incomprehensible to me, the instructor threw the second amoeba into the maze with an almost reverent attitude.
I thought I would have to wait another boring day, or 77 years?
but.
The brand-new amoeba took only 97 seconds to exit the maze.
I looked at my mentor's old face, and vaguely felt a sense of fear.
....
November 27th.
After I went out to complete the construction work on the mainland, I have been wondering why the amoeba came out of the maze.
Is it just a coincidence? Or is that bug very smart?
With uneasiness, I once again returned to the laboratory at the invitation of my mentor.
This time, it only took the third amoeba 6 seconds to get through the maze.
I don't know what the mentor did to the amoeba, but I just know.
Missing people began to appear in the Black Tower.
....
December 29th.
Panic spread.
My best friend Glens told me that the mentor was crazy.
The instructor used his highest authority and arrested most of the researchers.
After Glens sent his last message, his mental imprint disappeared.
...
January 17.
New Year, I got caught.
The escape was unsuccessful.
As the mentor with the highest authority, he can close the link between this plane and other worlds.
At the kind invitation of my supervisor, I "voluntarily" returned to the research laboratory.
Surprisingly, the Black Tower has many new members.
They don't seem to know what happened here a month ago.
...
January 19.
In the laboratory.
The instructor told me the secret of why the amoeba can get out of the maze.
"It's very simple, just let the second bug "eat" the bug that comes out of the maze."
I can't understand how on earth this is done.
But I saw my former colleague, the missing person from the Black Tower.
They are eating.
They lined up in a circle, like an endless snake biting its own tail.
When the instructor stood up, I saw his empty chest.
The teacher said: I have eternal life.
...
April 9.
I found the opportunity to report the mentor to the plane inspector.
It's weird, I thought it wouldn't work.
But that's what happened.
The mentor was executed, and the Black Tower returned to its former peace.
Because of the merit of the report, I took over the position of tutor.
Sitting in the tutor's seat, I opened his notes with curiosity and anxiety.
That is a 700-year-old research note.
...
January 9.
I found the box left by my mentor.
There was only one piece of meat in the box, and it looked wrinkled.
The box is very ordinary.
But I know that I have opened Pandora's box.
The instructor is right.
He became immortal, he really did it.
...
September 9th.
I called my researcher, who is cultivating crops on the mainland.
It was obvious that he was looking forward to seeing me.
Because I told him that I had researched a new topic.
...
September 10th.
I took the researcher to see the amoeba in the maze.
Maybe my mental fluctuations scared him and he was very scared.
He asked me worriedly:
"Professor Fleiss? Are you okay?"
I happily told him that I was fine.
...
April 9.
I reported Professor Frese, my mentor, to the plane inspector.
Because the report was meritorious, I took his place.
Sitting in his laboratory, I opened his notes and those of my previous supervisor with uneasiness and curiosity.
....
As the last page of notes opens.
Lin An touched the last note with trembling fingertips.