Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 663 Test
It makes sense to let the two Fulgrim dogs each give me an eye, but I can't just break the Flocculated Heart of the Mist Wolf in half and give it to them, right? Moreover, the goddess may not be willing to give me an extra Flocculated Heart of the Mist Wolf.

Klein muttered a few words in his heart, then manipulated the "world" to nod and respond, ending the topic.

After everyone exchanged some information, today's Tarot Club came to an end. Before Klein the Fool announced the end of today's party, Renekton raised his hand and knocked on the table in front of him, smiling and saying:

"Everyone, are you interested in participating in a closed beta test?"

"Internal beta?" "What is that?".
The members of the Tarot Club all cast inquiring glances at him curiously, looking very interested.

As expected, the "Generalist" and "Mysterious Peeper" paths are really suitable for climbing the technology tree. Klein sighed in his heart. Ever since he discovered that Renekton really relied on his ability to control information to build a network connecting the entire world, he could roughly guess what would happen next.

Renekton looked at Klein, who was sitting at the top of the mottled long table. After getting his permission, he displayed a near-realistic light and shadow animation directly above the table in front of him:

There are giant dragons hovering in the sky, strange birds with pale flames all over their bodies, one-eyed giants, eight-legged demon wolves, princes riding white horses, princesses running in the forest, trees that can pull roots out of the soil and run fast on the ground, thumb-sized blue figures wearing simple linen clothes.
After briefly showing some scenes from the information world he created, he looked around at everyone and said:

"This is similar to the imaginary world in Groselle's Travels, but the difference is that it is constructed with enough and rigorous information. For the existence in the material realm, it is not real, but it is realistic enough."

"Because it is the result of a large amount of complex information accumulation and calculation, the operation of this world may have some loopholes, some errors, that is, unreasonable places."

"So I need some people to help me go in and take a look, experience it, and interact with the creatures in that world. This way I can find out the problems and fix them in time."

"This world is not completely fake. At least the knowledge in it is real, and your experience is also real. The knowledge and experience you gain in it is my reward."

Except for the three people who had already landed on the World Tree, namely "Hermit" Cattleya, "World" German Sparrow, and "Star" Leonard, the other members of the Tarot Club were a little confused. They felt as if they understood Renekton's introduction, but when they thought about it carefully, they were a little confused again.

Seeing this, Klein controlled the trumpet "World" and laughed, and explained further:
"You can think of it as a completely immersive stage play. It's a very novel experience and worth trying. But remember not to get addicted. No matter how wonderful the World Tree is, it's still virtual. Reality is real."

Cattleya the Hermit was thinking about another question. She looked at Renekton with some uncertainty and asked:
"Connecting a person's consciousness to the World Tree is a completely different level of interaction from the usual chatting and reading we do after logging in. This involves the interaction between wills. Without the protection of the body, will the user's mind be polluted?"

Moreover, will the intervention of a large number of non-unified consciousnesses really not affect the state of the "Hidden Sage", or be affected by the state of the "Hidden Sage"?
Renekton nodded slightly, then explained:
“This interaction does not happen directly, but through the intervention of an identity, which is similar to the protection of the body for the mind and soul.”

"And the spiritual pollution deposited by the interactions between numerous spiritual entities will be cleaned up along with the deposited information by the pre-set purification program."

After a brief explanation, he looked at the other members of the Tarot Club and said calmly:

"Everyone, if you are willing to participate in this internal test, you can hold a ceremony to establish contact with the Hidden Sage. If you are worried about encountering danger, you can also use Mr. Fool as a transit point to enter the gray fog first, and then enter the world tree."

As he spoke, he had already concretized the specific process of the ceremony with the help of Klein, including the required materials and the prayer phrases.

Magician Fors raised his hand and asked curiously:
"Why is it called the World Tree? Does this name have any special meaning?"

"Well, in my conception, its complete form should be like a giant tree that is rooted in the spiritual world and reality, with its crown spreading into the astral world, connecting the entire world at the information level."

"Of course, it has another name. After it has its own self, you can call it Yggdrasil."

Fors tilted her head slightly and imagined a huge tree covering the entire planet in her mind. Then she shook her head to get rid of the strange image.

The tree should only be a metaphor. It is impossible to really grow such a big tree. Even Feynapotter's "Mother Earth" Church cannot do it.

Gathering her thoughts, she looked at Renekton and nodded slightly:

"I'd love to give it a try, it sounds like a lot of fun."

After Magician Fors, the other members of the Tarot Club also nodded, expressing their willingness to give it a try when they were free.

With the character displayed by Miss Magician, she will most likely develop into an internet addict. After sighing in his heart, Klein raised his hand and tapped the edge of the table twice, saying calmly:

"That's it for today."

As he finished speaking, everyone stood up and saluted. Deep red light rose up and quickly dissolved their bodies, taking them away from this ancient and magnificent palace. Only Renekton was left. Klein removed the gray mist that covered his body, exhaled a long breath, and leaned back in his chair and said:
"I digested some of the magic potion of the 'Strange Mage' in my body by creating horror legends at sea and in the city, but the progress was not very fast. Moreover, I felt that I was being targeted by some forces in Intis."

Renekton nodded, not too surprised.
"The Secret Order maintains a certain level of cooperation with the Intis officials. They control the 'Fortune Teller' channel, so it's easy to guess that someone is playing the role of a 'Trickster'."

"I tried to intimidate the two demigods, but they immediately called the angels by praying. Really."

Having said that, Klein shook his head helplessly and sighed.

Renekton pulled the corner of his mouth in embarrassment. The army of Intis had such a reaction not only because of necessary vigilance, but more because many demigods were killed in the sudden attack by the Moss Ascetic Order, which caused some stress response.

The "Sage" can transform into an information creature and sneak in silently, then create a secret environment, kill the demigod-level generals and leave quietly.

With the luck granted by Ouroboros, the coincidence arranged by the "True Creator", the secrets provided by the "Hidden Sage", the Intis officials finally reacted after losing three demigods in succession, and relied on the magical items created by the Steam Church to make strict precautions and arrangements.

After a brief silence, Klein used the power of the gray fog to materialize an Azik copper whistle, brought it to his mouth and blew it.

After a while, countless white bones gushed out like fountains on the ground filled with gray fog, and quickly gathered and reorganized into a skeleton messenger that was almost completely crawling on the ground, its body trembling slightly.

Looking at the messenger crawling on the ground, not daring to raise his head, Renekton chuckled and said, "You scared it."

Klein didn't care about this little joke and said directly:
"Let's go find Mr. Azik now. You should be sure you can wake him up now?"

"can."

Renekton nodded, stood up from his chair, walked to the side of the Skeleton Messenger, patted its shoulder, and said calmly:

"Take us to find Mr. Azik. He should have explained this matter before he fell asleep."

The Skeleton Messenger nodded repeatedly until he felt like his head was about to hit the floor.

After getting Klein's permission, its body instantly disintegrated, turning into white bones and rushing under the gray fog.

Renekton took two steps forward and put his hand on Klein's shoulder, helping him transform into a state of information torrent. Then, following the guidance of the messenger, he quickly passed through the spirit world and came to the basement of a castle in reality.

After completing the task of leading the way, the Bone Messenger left reality without stopping and returned to the underworld.

A flood of information consisting of a vast amount of illusory knowledge quickly converged, reconstructing the figures of Renekton and Klein.

The bodies of the two were translucent and chilling, showing characteristics similar to the ghosts of wronged spirits.

“Is this state okay? Do you need to return to your body first?” Klein asked with some concern.

Renekton shook his head, walked to the front of the bronze coffin, and said calmly:

"It doesn't affect me too much. The qualities and abilities I possess won't become incomplete due to the lack of my body."

While speaking, he placed his right hand on the coffin in front of him, and a light that was not too clear or too bright emanated from it.

Silently, the lid of the coffin began to disintegrate, turning into pieces of crumbs that floated to the ground with the sudden wind, and even the colors disappeared quickly as if evaporating.

Inside the coffin, Azik was sleeping peacefully as if he was in a long and beautiful dream.

He held his hands together in front of his chest, holding a gray crystal ball the size of a baby's fist. A face that looked exactly like Azik's, but colder and paler, was faintly visible.

Renekton clenched his right fist, extended his index finger forward, and lightly touched the top of Azik's head. Light blue ripples spread out, and a drop of dark and dull river water appeared out of thin air, dripped down, and sank into Azik's forehead.

(End of this chapter)