The central round hall of the Primary Logic Core was an altar built to calculating total.
Around the outer rim of the fifty-pace star-iron metal tube, eighty-four upright register columns rose thirty paces into the air, carved from semi-clear sky green jade. Behind the polished stone panels, millions of micro-inscribed logic runes pulsed with blinding, rhythmic bursts of sapphire and gold light.
Lin Tao walked along the outer edge, his test left eye capturing the wild stream of machine instructions cycling through the green jade columns.
To a traditional fighter or a royal geomancer, these glowing panels would have appeared as the sacred scriptures of the Heavenly Dao—mystical revelations of fate, karmic payback, and sky mandate. But to Lin Tao’s trained SRE senses, the reality was stripped bare of all mystical superstition.
In memory management stonework, Lin Tao analyzed. His heart tightened as he read the test stream, when heap share-out reaches ninety-nine percent, the running system enters thrashing mode. It spends more time managing dead memory addresses than executing actual user workloads. And down here, the garbage collector has been turned off for ten thousand years.
Every register column was divided into thousands of glowing level bands, each marked with an ancient Precursor identifier.
