Chapter 257 - Chapter 257: Chapter 160 'Ancient Ruins of Discontinuous History” and 'Transcender!” (Please Subscribe) _2

Chapter 257: Chapter 160 “Ancient Ruins of Discontinuous History” and “Transcender!” (Please Subscribe) _2

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The air was also filled with a faint unpleasant smell.

The ones who came before seem to have had no intention of preserving the relic, which made Wyatt Vaughan somewhat angry.

“Little Lees, survey the geology of this relic,” Wyatt Vaughan said.

Little Lees who was beside him nodded, took out equipment and began the geological survey of the relic.

Not everyone in the scientific expedition team entered the ruins.

Another person was outside, using a drone to photograph the area, conducting a thorough investigation of the local environment around the relic.

The information they gathered was then constantly sent to Wyatt Vaughan’s palm computer.

It was essential to fully understand the geographic features of the relic, geological structure, and its relationship with the surrounding environment.

Although there was existing information, it was often the case that the data obtained from personal investigation were of higher value.

Moreover, Wyatt Vaughan was certain that the last ones who entered these ruins were absolute amateurs.

Milton Cheney by the side didn’t speak at all.

Exploring relics was not an easy task, it was time-consuming and laborious.

However, prior to their arrival, they had already made detailed plans and preparations.

The one who knew most about the history of this fault was Milton Cheney.

He had already committed to memory all the related historical documents and literature.

Patience was most crucial in relic exploration. For now, their task was to determine the scope of the investigation and ensure that all necessary tools and equipment were ready.

“Professor Vaughan, the survey results are the same as the information given to us, the error is very small,” Little Lees reported after finished surveying.

Hearing this, Wyatt Vaughan nodded.

“Then let’s begin the excavation. Be careful, we must ensure the integrity of the relic and the preservation of the antiquities within,” Prof. Vaughan stated.

Upon his command, several members of the scientific expedition team sprung into action.

“Little Cheney, the recording will be your responsibility.”

“Yes, Professor Vaughan.”

Milton nodded and replied.

He activated his palm computer and began to collect, clarifying, and categorize the data.

Time passed, the excavation of the relic progressed smoothly.

However, most of the unearthed antiquities were of little use.

Afterall, the valuable items most likely had been taken by those who came first, all that was left for them was leftovers.

Members of the scientific expedition team marked and numbered the antiquities excavated, carefully cleaned and repaired them, ensuring the integrity and preservation status of the artifacts.

The collected data would first be passed to Milton Cheney, who would then clarify and categorize them.

While these tasks might be troublesome for others, they were quite easy for Milton Chenney.

Milton meticulously documented the process, pictures, maps, measurements, etc, and archived and analyzed them.

In-depth research and interpretation of these antiquities would then be left to the respective professionals.

“Professor Vaughan, take a look,” Milton Cheney showed the consolidated data to Prof. Vaughan.

Looking at the data on Milton Cheney’s palm computer, Prof. Vaughan frowned, seemingly finding something strange.

“Something’s off, this IV-type cardiac instrument isn’t something from three thousand years ago.”

“Are there other data?” Vaughan queried.

“Yes, there is,” Cheney responded.

Milton slid his fingertip and exported the remaining data for Prof. Vaughan to view.

The more he looked at, the stranger Vaughan felt.

“Is this something left by the previous group?”

“No, the data from the artifact detection shows that these were produced before three thousand years. It’s just that the serial numbers have become blurred, they need to restore before further querying,” Milton Cheney shook his head and replied.

Data didn’t lie.

Moreover, all this data was integrated by Milton Cheney himself, as to whether or not they were authentic, he knew best.

“Did the Federation start producing this type of cardiac instrument three thousand years ago? Or did I remember it wrong?” Vaughan asked, somewhat puzzled.

Although he was the third professor of the Southern Union Department of History, it was impossible for him to be completely aware of all historical facts.

At least in some aspects, he still had shortcomings.

Researches in the Federation cycled too quickly, so it was common for him to have some memory bias.

“Professor Vaughan, the IV-type cardiac instrument officially began production about one thousand five hundred years ago.”

“This could be a test version, we can verify it by restoring the serial number later,” Milton Cheney opined.

Milton definitely wouldn’t remember it wrong while it was possible for Wyatt Vaughan to do so.

Especially the history from three thousand years ago till now, Milton could certainly recite it eloquently.

The history prior to three thousand years ago might be somewhat vague to Milton, but the history from three thousand years ago to now was something he understood in great detail.

“This is somewhat strange, let’s query it after restoring the serial numbers.”

“Remember to consolidate a report and give it to me after we finish exploring the relic,” Vaughan stated.

Milton nodded.

Time flowed, and another two years went by in the blink of an eye.

Another ancient ruin detection came to an end.

After returning to Southern Union University, Milton Cheney reorganized the data and sent it to Wyatt Vaughan.

Exiting the dormitory, Cheney headed towards the History Department.

“Assistant Cheney.”

Hearing someone call him, Cheney smilingly greeted the person.

“Professor Yorke, what brings you here?”

“Ah, I’m preparing to head back to Azure Star for a while, just thought to gather a few things from home.”

“Congratulations.”

Hearing these words, Cheney naturally understood the reason, thus he responded with hearty congratulations.

“Hold on, it’s not confirmed yet!”

“Are you going to see Wyatt Vaughan?”

“Yes, I’m delivering a report to Professor Vaughan.” Cheney clarified.

After a brief exchange, the two bid each other farewell.

Upon arriving at his destination, Cheney pushed open the door to Vaughan’s office.

“Professor Vaughan, this is the combined report on the C-32 relic, please have a look.”

Cheney spoke and handed over the document envelope in his hands to Vaughan.

Vaughan accepted it, but did not immediately open it to read.

Instead, he massaged his brows with a rather helpless expression.

“Cheney, I know your research direction, stop it now.”

“I think you should understand my meaning. It’s not a good thing to know too much.”

Vaughan spoke, his tone sounding somewhat frustrated and weary.

Upon hearing this, Cheney fell silent for a moment before eventually nodding in agreement.

He had, once again, implicated others.

After discovering a new cue in the history a year ago, Cheney knew this day wouldn’t be too far off.

“I’m sorry, Professor Vaughan, for dragging you into this.”

Cheney spoke apologetically.

He knew that Vaughan must have defended him, which would explain his current demeanor.

“You don’t have to apologize, Arthur Morgan has already contacted me. He suggested that you return to the Federal First University first. At least there, your personal safety can be guaranteed.” Cheney nodded in understanding.

Vaughan said it so, and it was clear to Cheney.

His research direction was correct.

That was enough for him.

As for whether he preferred to stay at Southern Union University or return to Federal First University, it mattered little to Cheney.

As time flew, a year later.

Azure Star, Federal First University.

Cheney had stopped investigating the historical fissure.

He knew that he had already attracted the attention of certain individuals.

If he continued researching, even the Federal First University would struggle to protect him.

“Professor Morgan, I’ll leave for now.”

Cheney announced.

“Alright, I will bring you along for the upcoming exchange meeting. ”

“Perhaps the title of the youngest professor at Federal First University will soon be bestowed upon you.”

Morgan cheerfully teased.

He had been nothing but satisfied with Cheney’s work.

Hearing this, Cheney shared a laugh as well.

It was easier to get things done with a worthy title, becoming the top professor in the federation would bring substantial benefits to him. Thus, he naturally aimed to achieve this.

Returning to the faculty dormitory, Cheney started organizing his things.

But the next moment, he halted in his tracks.

For something impossible had happened.

An automated voice echoed in his mind.

This was the first time he heard the voice of the simulator while in a simulation.

[Warning! Reincarnation’s memory is being altered, successfully blocked!]

Cheney’s expression shifted slightly.

Someone was modifying his memory?

And he hadn’t detected it at all!

Note that memories within the simulation were linked to reality, altering them could cause significant problems.

The next moment, Cheney felt like he was being asphyxiated, as if his throat was being clenched.

His consciousness blacked out. “Transcender!”

This was Cheney’s last thought.

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