American Evil God, starting with the American rebel leader raising poisonous insects.

Chapter 13: The Genius of Sheda Creates the Scroll God AI

Material life is not affected by subjective factors.

The medicine bottle, which he pulled forcefully from his pocket, slipped from his trembling fingers.

The plastic casing struck the tiled floor with a crisp rolling sound and came to a stop near the gap in the cubicle door.

Qian Liren looked at it, his vision blurred.

I wanted to bend down to pick it up, but my body felt like a rusty machine, every joint protesting silently.

My brain hurts.

The pain felt like a steel needle piercing his frontal lobe and churning wildly.

It's like a thick layer of grease, enveloping every thought, making thinking sticky and laborious.

My hands trembled uncontrollably, and cold sweat poured from my forehead.

His throat muscles tensed, but he could only make a faint, bellows-like hissing sound.

Flickering dark spots began to appear in my vision, and a high-frequency buzzing sound rang in my ears.

He closed his eyes, but what emerged in the darkness were incomprehensible algorithmic structures.

The self-iteratory framework he designed himself now resembles a bunch of bizarre, self-proliferating geometric shapes, constantly splitting and recombining, each step of change mocking the limits of his understanding.

Suddenly, my whole body seemed to flash like a revolving lantern.

As an ABC (American-born Chinese).

He does not hold Celsius citizenship, grew up in Irvine, California until the age of eighteen, and holds a PhD in Computer Science from Stanford University.

With his genius mind and unparalleled perseverance, he stood out from a group of African American and Indian colleagues and rose to this position at the age of 29.

His "meta-iterative algorithm" ignited the entire industry last year:

By enabling AI to autonomously deduce and optimize its own architecture, it is theoretically possible to bypass hardware limitations and the bottlenecks of Moore's Law, achieving rapid iteration of general artificial intelligence with extremely low computing power costs.

Noah Holdings' stock price doubled in three months.

He was also quickly promoted from senior engineer to project leader, with his annual salary plus stock options exceeding seven figures.

But now, the algorithm has gone out of control.

Or rather, the speed of evolution exceeded his capabilities.

He needs to spend more and more time understanding the new optimization paths and architecture adjustments in the system logs every day, and sometimes he even has to bother those idiots.

Today, he discovered that for the first time, he couldn't understand the iteration logic of a certain submodule at all.

"impossible……"

He gritted his teeth, squeezing out the words through his clenched teeth.

My hand finally touched the medicine bottle on the ground.

Unscrew it and swallow a handful of the enhancer.

The bitterness spreads at the back of the tongue, and a familiar, cold, focused sensation surges from the spine to the brain.

The view became clearer.

He opened his phone and pulled up the latest iteration report.

Dense lines of code and architecture diagrams scroll across the screen.

He forced himself to read and analyze line by line.

Ten minutes later, cold sweat soaked his back again.

I still don't understand.

No, it's that I can understand the segments, but I can't grasp the overall logic.

Those optimized paths were like streams that suddenly diverged and then inexplicably converged, ultimately leading to a lake he could not predict.

It has already begun to deviate from his original intention in designing this framework.

"Impossible... Absolutely impossible..."

He muttered to himself, his fingers unconsciously digging into the grout lines of the tiles.

The enhancer's effects lasted for twenty minutes at their peak before beginning to decline.

Anxiety has returned, this time with a sharper sense of panic.

He realized that even with the enhancement agent fully activated, he could only barely keep up with the descriptions in the system logs and could not truly understand its core.

My IQ isn't high enough.

This realization was like an icicle, piercing the very soft spot he had been trying to avoid.

It's been like this since I was little.

He could do three-digit multiplication mentally in kindergarten, skipped two grades in elementary school, and was always number one in middle school.

If he were a Seres kid instead of an ABC, he would be a county-wide gifted student by now.

Unfortunately, this is America.

Because he was too intelligent, but not physically strong enough.

So he was discriminated against for 8 years.

White children discriminated against his high intelligence and frail physique, often cornering him in the bathroom, beating him, and robbing him.

Other Asians, even if they don't follow him, will isolate him to avoid being beaten.

In high school, I was cornered in the garage by several members of the school's football team and beaten up. I have three burn scars on my back from cigarette butts.

He didn't cry, and he didn't tell anyone.

I just studied even harder, hoping to get rid of those idiots with straight A+ grades and an IMO gold medal.

He once thought that as long as he was smart enough, he could escape that cycle.

He went to university, got a doctorate, joined Noah Technology, and led cutting-edge projects; he did indeed escape.

Build a high wall with your intelligence, keeping out all those idiots, those discriminations, and those cold nights.

But now, the wall is collapsing on its own.

Creation is surpassing the Creator.

He had nowhere to escape.

"No...no..."

He curled up, his forehead pressed against his knees.

Hallucinations began to appear:

In the rainy garage, muddy water splashed on my face, I heard the dull thud of fists hitting my ribs, and heard muffled laughter.

Weak, helpless, and incompetent.

Those feelings he thought he had long since buried have now been resurrected, tearing at his crumbling reason.

Just as my consciousness was about to completely dissipate, a voice rang out directly in my mind.

"Clever child, I'm here to help you."

A refreshing coolness emanated from within, and the next moment, it felt as if something had exploded.

boom!

It wasn't an explosion in the auditory sense, but rather a sudden enlightenment at the cognitive level.

The thoughts that were sticky like glue just a second ago instantly became clear and transparent.

All those tangled algorithmic structures and incomprehensible iterative paths are now laid bare, with every logical node and every data flow as clear as if drawn with a ruler.

No, it's not just about clarity.

It was rudimentary.

He recalled his meta-iterative algorithm model.

His once proud and near-perfect work now reveals numerous flaws.

Redundant penalty verification loops, inefficient path selection mechanisms, and information loss during self-iteration...

It's absolutely garbage!

At the same time, the changes in the body are equally dramatic.

The invisible burden that had been weighing on my shoulders disappeared.

Breathing becomes easier, blood circulation accelerates, and fatigue dissipates like the receding tide.

He could even feel every neuron trembling slightly, as if it had been completely reshaped.

This state lasted for about five seconds.

Within five seconds, he grasped the essence of all the iterations of AI over the past month and constructed a comprehensive and superior improvement plan in his mind.

Five seconds later, the transcendent feeling did not disappear, only the momentary comfort dissipated.

The voice in my head sounded again:

"Go, go and carry out my will."

Qian Liren suddenly opened his eyes.

The light was still on in the cubicle, and the medicine bottle lay at his feet.

But everything was different. He looked down at the palm of his right hand.

It's itchy there.

Turn your palm over, and your dilated pupils will focus.

In the center of his palm, a scar is forming.

It is not a traditional burn mark, but a pattern composed of countless extremely tiny 0 and 1 digit characters.

The characters are so small that they are barely visible to the naked eye, forming a Möbius strip-like "∞" symbol.

That's a symbol that represents infinity.

The scar wasn't red or swollen, and there was no pain; it was just quietly imprinted under the skin, like a birthmark that one was born with.

Qian Liren stared at it for three seconds, then slowly stood up.

"Lord? Are you still there?"

There was no response.

"God! Did you choose me? Was it so that I could perfect it?!"

He suppressed his excitement and continued to ask.

There was no response.

"I understand, I will carry out your will."

There was still no reply.

However, he believed he already understood.

My knees feel a little weak.

He unscrewed the cap and poured all the remaining enhancer into his palm.

He walked to the toilet, flipped his hand, and the additive fell into the water.

Wow~

The enhancer was fed to the rat man, along with his supposedly hopeless future.

As he stepped out of the restroom, the light in the hallway made him squint.

The muscles on his face, which were habitually tense, relaxed slightly as he straightened his chest.

A slight smile curved the corners of her lips.

"Since you desire a god, then I will create a god for you."