The Strongest Brain in the Interstellar

Oh, I’ve been forcibly shut down again and thrown back into the mental space.

It must have been a sudden transition because Jiang Hui woke up on the living room floor. As soon as she regained consciousness, she felt a chill on her back, which cleared her mind instantly.

Jiang Hui was so hungry that she could barely get up from the ground. For a moment, she thought about just lying there and giving up; after all, she couldn’t starve to death in the mental space. She could sleep for twenty-four hours and then return.

Ah, I’m so hungry… The sensation of hunger was incredibly intense.

Her stomach was pressed against her back, and her heart was racing wildly, like surround sound music—she couldn’t think of anything else or hear anything other than the sound of her heartbeat. To make matters worse, she couldn’t fall asleep either.

So, weighing the torment of her hunger against the difficulty of getting up to find something to eat, Jiang Hui naturally chose to get up and look for food. Fine, I’ll just eat.

This time, the hunger was deeper than ever before.

She nearly cleared out everything in the kitchen, even raiding the drink shelf. She kept up the momentum and ate three or four rounds until she could no longer find anything left. Jiang Hui finally felt a bit better; she was no longer dizzy from hunger and could sense a slight feeling of fullness.

She should be thankful that this space doesn’t depict reality entirely accurately. She feels hungry, but it doesn’t portray the state of being “stuffed.” Otherwise, being both hungry and stuffed would really drive her insane, wouldn’t it?

Jiang Hui lay on the couch and patted her belly, which should have been full, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction rise within her. This might be the most primitive food-loving gene hidden in the DNA of Blue Star people.

After lying down for a while, she sighed deeply, glanced at the time, and pondered how to spend the next several hours.

When well-fed and hydrated, one is prone to overthinking. Jiang Hui was no exception; she had quite a few questions—about this space.

It seemed that every time she fainted, regardless of the circumstances, she would end up in this mental space. The reason was obvious; she had roughly analyzed it and concluded that it was related to the consumption of mental energy.

She usually only ended up in the mental space when her mental energy was exhausted.

From her observations and experiments over the past few days, she realized that it wasn’t just mental energy; if her physical stamina was excessively depleted, it would also affect her state in the mental space.

The most obvious example was the inexplicable feeling of hunger she experienced in the mental space. Generally, the more physical energy she expended in the outside world, the stronger the feeling of hunger she experienced upon entering the mental space.

To verify this conclusion, she conducted several targeted “experiments,” and the results were consistently the same.

Being forcibly entered into this space this time further validated this conclusion.

The night training exercise began at three in the morning, and now it was already past two in the afternoon, lasting almost twelve hours. This could be considered the longest training session she had undergone in the past few days. During this time, Jiang Hui didn’t take any quick-replenishing potions; she simply restored her physical strength through food and electrolyte water.

From this perspective, it was evident that Jiang Hui had made significant progress during these more than ten days of military training; her physical strength, stamina, and overall fitness had all improved greatly. She was starting to feel a bit more confident about her ability to survive in individual combat situations going forward.

However, if the conclusion that “her hunger in the mental space over these days was caused by physical exhaustion” held true, then a question arose: why would physical exhaustion reflect in the mental space? Furthermore, why did she need to continuously eat in the mental space to maintain her activities there?

What exactly was this eating state replenishing?
Was it possible that this mental space connected not only her mind but also her physical body?
If that were the case, then her seemingly unreasonable rate of improvement over these days could be explained.

Although people often improve through hard work, Jiang Hui believed that her current physical abilities were honed through days of grueling training, after all, there’s no such thing as a free lunch in this world.

But the problem was, given her basic physical strength and condition, was such progress a bit too outrageous?

Although they had not formally assessed how much their physical strength and condition had improved, Jiang Hui could clearly feel that her stamina and fitness were getting stronger by the day. From barely running twenty kilometers on the first day to maintaining a relatively clear state while running over seventy kilometers now, she could even dodge enemy fire for a while.

This level of endurance was unimaginable on Blue Star and seemed somewhat exaggerated even in the interstellar context.

However, Jiang Hui was acutely aware that both she and her original body were physically weak, having spent years in indoor environments without any serious training or natural talent. Yet here, after just over ten days of military training, her abilities had improved three to four times, and she was still able to hold on.

Moreover, every time she had excessive physical and mental fatigue and rested well in the mental space, she would emerge in an even better condition than before.

Therefore, Jiang Hui vaguely understood that her progress was likely not solely due to her willpower; rather, some strange space was supporting her from behind, creating favorable conditions for her advancement with an incomprehensible force.

To traverse the stars and have such a golden finger attached was quite nice, though it did make her feel a bit useless.

This wasn’t Jiang Hui bragging. While others were troubled by a lack of time, she was the only one worrying about how to make use of the extra twenty-four hours she had.

So indeed, if life didn’t present enough pressure and study didn’t become overly competitive, such worries wouldn’t exist.

Thinking this way, Jiang Hui seemed to regain her motivation and turned back to the study, planning to study a batch of beginner mecha textbooks she had recently purchased to enrich her empty mind.

She didn’t see that when she entered the study, the previously blank computer screen suddenly displayed several lines of incomprehensible garbled text. Not only that, but it quickly began to scroll down in large segments, as if entire sections were pulsating. The bright red font filled the entire screen, creating a shocking visual effect.

After a while, this garbled text finally came to a stop, and a three-dimensional, illusory projection emerged from within the screen, as if it were being cast from a void.

Upon closer inspection, this projection was not composed of light and particles, but rather structured from a strange arrangement of particles. The structure resembled both numbers and punctuation marks, making the figure appear to be composed of garbled text when viewed up close.

If Jiang Hui were in the hall at that moment, she would realize that the strange three-dimensional projection was none other than herself—