I created the Anomaly Control Bureau

Chapter 906. 901. D17's Idea

D17 was somewhat surprised to hear this. She had thought that Marne was trying to extort money from her, and she never expected that he and the gods he represented wanted to strengthen their cooperative relationship with her.

Although, upon closer examination, this makes perfect sense.

Even if she can no longer threaten Sera, her power is still of considerable value to anyone, let alone an ambitious person like Sera.

Having figured this out, D17 also knew what it should do.

Cooperating with Sera wouldn't do her any harm, but agreeing outright would be unwise. Her intellect told her that she should fight for more rights and obtain conditions that were favorable to her.

Based on the negotiation strategies she knew, she should now show resistance.

But she was too lazy to do that:
"If I were to form an alliance with you now, what exactly would you want me to do?"

She didn't care about such petty gains at all, just as she didn't really care about the deal for the reverse mind-controlling drug. Anyway, these things wouldn't affect her life or threaten her ability to create her own companions.

Marx and Engels said earnestly:
“There are many, but some things involve Sera’s important plans. If you want to know, you’ll have to sign a confidentiality agreement with us first.”

D17 received the signal smoothly:
"no problem."

Her curiosity overcame her composure.

Marne readily signed a completely meaningless confidentiality agreement with her, and then said:
“Sera is undertaking a special project related to the seal, and we will need you to use your power to provide us with the necessary assistance. For this, we also need you to keep a low profile for the time being and stay in the Southern Federation.”

"At the same time, we will also provide you with protection during this period. As long as you are in the Southern Federation, no one in this world can harm you."

"You should know that there are many guys in this world who can hurt you, but very few can pose any threat to Sera in the Southern Federation. Even the most dangerous federation at present has withdrawn from here."

“In many cases, Sera doesn’t even need to lift a finger. If someone wants to attack you, all Sera needs to do is step in and declare that she is your ally, and that will be enough to scare away many guys.”

D17 tried hard to hide her disappointment:
"Any more?"

It wasn't that the conditions offered by Maren were bad; on the contrary, they were exactly what she needed most. She was currently in the most vulnerable stage of her life, and most likely to be killed by a powerful figure who might suddenly appear out of nowhere.

For example, the Supreme Will can cause her considerable trouble right now. If she had already converted her abilities into sufficient resources, such problems would be nothing to her.

In other words, considering only this condition, she has no reason to refuse.

This is from the perspective of interests.

But this is so boring.

Even though she knew perfectly well what was best, she had to admit that she had a strong sense of wishful thinking. Compared to so-called absolute safety, she cared more about whether her life was interesting.

Ma En also noticed something was amiss.

His first thought was that his lie had been exposed.

That's right. Although he signed a confidentiality agreement, most of what he said was a lie, and the purpose of signing the confidentiality agreement was to make what he said seem more truthful.

"Sera" certainly didn't have any plans for the future; his purpose in saying this was simply to limit the development speed of D17, as the stronger D17 became, the harder it would be for him to control.

But now she seems a little dissatisfied?
Marx and Engels countered with:
"Besides this, what else do you want?"

When asked the question, D17 suddenly didn't know how to answer. After all, she couldn't exactly say that she wanted a more exciting and interesting life, as that didn't make any sense.

She paused for a moment before saying:
"It's not about what I want, it's about what you need me to give. An alliance is definitely not one-sided, right? You must also want me to provide you with assistance. I need to know what you want to get from me."

"Otherwise, I wouldn't have agreed to that so easily."

"Hmm, that's a good answer," D17 thought with satisfaction.

Upon hearing this question, Marx and Engels immediately replied:

"Of course, your strength is quite useful to us. We will need your help in many projects, and I can also provide you with some information."

"Of course, I can't guarantee that these things will actually happen. After all, the reality is very complicated, and many things can't be accomplished just by thinking about them, even if we want to get involved."

"First, there's the matter of the seal of the gods and the underground Titans. We may also need to take some action regarding the Federation and the Divine Firmament. In addition, Heaven is also within Sera's sights."

"For example, we might capture an angel for you to interrogate. If you want, we can keep you absolutely safe throughout the process. However, we may also require you to be deeply involved, but you can refuse if you don't want to. We will never forcibly control you."

This time, Maren's words were much more truthful, but also more ambiguous. After all, he was a little unsure of the other party's attitude, so he deliberately avoided any possibility that might displease her.

Hearing this, D17 was clearly even more excited than before:
"Oh, if that's all there is to it, then it's acceptable. I'm actually quite interested in participating in many things in this world, after all, I've only just arrived here."

"I need to know what's in this world and what's happening."

"If you can let me gather more information, I wouldn't mind cooperating with you."

A perfect reason.

D17 mentally gave himself a perfect score for his excuse.

Marx and Engels nodded:

"Of course, we can get you involved in many things if you want, and even let you observe many things that Sera is about to do. Although many things are being done in secret for a short time, the world will soon undergo unexpected changes."

"But if you want to be deeply involved in our plans, you also have to remain restrained and discreet in the process. As we have said, many people will attack you as soon as they know you exist."

"You shouldn't recklessly expose your existence and power either."

Although Marne didn't understand what was going on, he had a vague sense of D17's needs. She could indeed use words to embellish her intentions, but what she truly wanted could not be hidden.

He then naturally raised his own needs and made some initial attempts to explore the possibilities.

Hearing this, D17 was even happier, and even spoke his mind:

“No problem, I don’t really care how many people I control. It doesn’t really make any difference to me. I just need the companions around me.”

He seemed to realize that he had said a bit too much.

She immediately changed the subject, saying:

"However, before we formally form an alliance with you, I hope you can fulfill your promise, hand over the goods to us, and help us retrieve the processing plant within the time limit."

Marx and Engels nodded:

"No problem. After you sign the agreement, I can give you the second-generation mimicry bacteria. However, I need you to sign an agreement with us at that time. You must guarantee that you will only use this thing to deal with the Supreme Will, and you cannot spread or use it for your own purposes, just as I said..."

"Human beings are Sera's private property."

D17 cooperated and said:

"That doesn't matter, let's set off now."

She was already eager to try. Marne nodded:

"You'll lead the way?"

D17 nodded with slight delight, then looked at his companions behind him:
"You guys stay here, he and I will go and take back control of the production workshop. Oh, and..."

She looked at Marne:
"Do you have a way to eliminate those fungal spores?"

Marx and Engels replied:
"Nothing can survive in the sun."

…………

Soon, D17 led him to the portal. They quickly passed through the sterilization room and re-entered the production room she had just retreated from.

They had just stepped out of the portal when they heard the sound of monsters running in the distance.

Immediately afterwards, D17 said to Marx and Engels what he had been most eagerly anticipating:

"You don't need to care about my words, none of my commands work on you."

This is why Marne wanted to come with her. Even if D17 didn't say it now, he would deliberately create an environment for D17 to say such a thing.

Moreover, Mar and Eng thought of something even more interesting at that moment.

But D17 didn't realize how cunning Marx and Engels were.

She looked innocently into the dark passage and said in Gulama:

"die."

With a few thuds, the parasitized biological weapon died before it could even appear.

“They pose absolutely no threat to me,” D17 explained as he walked forward, “but I also have no way to kill them completely; not all of our employees have a complete immune system.”

"If we want to produce drugs here, we need to have enough staff, otherwise the factory can't operate smoothly, which means we have to completely eliminate those spores."

"And that's the problem I'm facing: spores are different from those parasites."

“They really don’t understand what I’m saying, and they don’t even have independent consciousness.”

Marx and Engels asked curiously:
Have you tried any methods?

He was creating an atmosphere for casual conversation.

D17 naturally fell into this atmosphere as well:
"Of course, we built a weapon that can kill fungi, but we underestimated their danger. Some of our companions, equipped with rudimentary immune systems and full protective gear, were also found vulnerable by them."

That's why we need your help.

Marx and Engels nodded:

"You shouldn't be afraid of a vacuum, right?"

D17 shrugged:

"of course."

Ma En raised his hand to create a safe space around her and killed the tiny spores wandering around her body first. Then, he looked at the corridor in front of him and saw a red light appear before his eyes.

A ray of sunlight flashed by.

He killed all the fungi.

Ma En casually placed a burning flame in the air:
“Let’s go, I’ll clear all the spores from this road.”

What followed was quite simple: D17 killed all the parasites with words, and Ma En followed up by eliminating all the spores, leaving no residue wherever sunlight could reach.

On the way, D17 kept observing Mar and Eng's actions with curious eyes.

“The power of the sun is so simple and brutal,” she said with a touch of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a feeling of deep emotion or reflection). “We’ve tried many poisonous gases that could easily kill powerful creatures, but these spores always manage to find a way to adapt.”

"But they have no power to resist the power of you drinking Sera, and your attacks can reach anywhere you want to. That's really impressive."

While observing Marx and Engels, she also felt a sense of admiration.

Because Marne can do things that she cannot, although her language can penetrate almost all creatures that can understand her, but this in itself is a great limitation.

Even disregarding comprehension, only living beings could be affected by her language.

However, the divine power within Marne could affect everything, and while possessing extremely high strength, it also seemed inexhaustible. If he wanted to, he could probably destroy such a building instantly.

Feeling these things, D17 increasingly felt that the decision she made was quite correct.

If Sera's servant, Ma'en, was this powerful, she couldn't even imagine how terrifying that immortal god truly was. If she hadn't recognized the situation and fought to the bitter end, she might have been completely killed by this deity by now.

Based on what she understands now, the structure of these deities is quite similar to that of the Supreme Will, a non-human being, coupled with the caution and cunning he displayed at the time…

If they really start fighting, I estimate there's a 90% chance I'll be killed by the other side.

If it weren't for that last remaining probability posing a threat to Him, that arrogant deity would probably have already struck when He realized His situation, and He would most likely have died then as well.

Fortunately, I figured it out back then.

Moreover, it seems that Sera's servants also possess many unique abilities, which can even be described as quite powerful, not to mention their ability to casually produce second-generation mimicry bacteria.

This incident easily reveals just how vast Sera's treasure trove truly was.

As D17 pondered, Sera's image grew increasingly imposing and mysterious in her mind, which sparked some new ideas within her.

She wanted to be friends with this Sera.

If I could become friends with him, my life would definitely be very interesting.

However, this thought added to her worries, because Sera might not really want to be her true friend.

After all, he was such a cunning and ambitious man that friends were probably a complete stranger to him.

She can no longer force him to become her friend through language, and having lost her all-powerful language, she has no idea how to become friends with other people.

With this in mind, D17 repeated the word "death" almost mechanically.

"Death," she said to the passageway before her.

But the heavy, monstrous writhing sound did not disappear.