Witch, Fireball and Steam Evil God

Chapter 498 The Troubles of the First Seat
"So, after all this time, this is what you wanted to tell me?"

This was the first time Super Winter had been rendered speechless by a question. She could only stiffen her neck, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Is this what you care about most?"

The consciousness born from the black hole, a successful cosmic "travel," she was fully prepared even for her true identity and everything about the Holy City, but she didn't expect Ethan to raise Hakimi's question, which immediately interrupted her rhythm.

Really annoying!
I wonder who she learned it from!

The serious atmosphere has been completely ruined!
"This is a very important question."

Ethan, however, looked serious. "Someone has lost their life because of this."

"Who?"

"God of Truth, I didn't have time to ask the name of the deceased. He was severely infected with the Hakimi virus before the explosion, which shattered the entire database!"

Ethan, who witnessed the infection and explosion firsthand, was still shaken.

As Super Winter confessed to his crimes, he lamented the fickleness of fate and the cruel twists of destiny, "You guys have blown up the God of Truth! Whoosh—! You didn't see what happened. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe it as a dismemberment case. If your council found out about this, they'd be furious!"

When he got excited, Ethan even whistled.

Super Little Winter's face turned pale and then red. "How could you tell me to blow up the God of Truth? It was you!"

How can there be such a shameless person in the world!
Seriously, who fed Ethan?

The moment this question surfaced in the genius's mind, her feelings of grief and indignation intensified—in the past, whether she was studying or in the research lab, many people disliked her, thinking that she spoke unpleasantly, was arrogant, and that geniuses lacked humanity and could not get along with ordinary people.

But she always felt good about herself.

That's what makes geniuses so eccentric; how could they possibly mingle with fools?
However, today, Super Little Winter has met its match.

"Think about it carefully."

Ethan continued, "Who is it that keeps trying to communicate with black holes and spreading strange knowledge?"

"It was Winter who did it."

Super Winter looked away guiltily. Although, in theory, they were both carriers of the original Winter's mind, super artificial intelligences created based on her, the situation was different now, and it was time to separate them.

That's right, all the bad things were done by Winter.

Now, Winter has lost her memory due to the Omega Blocker and is therefore unable to stand trial.

"Super Little Winter, you don't want the council to know that you're the one who destroyed the Holy City's important experimental subject, do you?"

"you--!"

Super Little Winter stomped her foot in frustration and complained, "We warned her a long time ago not to use tired old jokes!"

The demise of the God of Truth did indeed cause a great shock to the Holy City, making the council realize that the experiments here were gradually slipping out of their control, and the instigator of it all was the young man in front of them. But if we look at the problem from another perspective, Ethan was not wrong.

It was the Hakimi songs they fed Ethan that caused the spread of the meme virus, ultimately leading to the tragedy.

"Elaborate."

Ethan became interested. He snapped his fingers, and a hamburger meal with an iced cola appeared out of thin air in front of him. This scene made Super Winter raise his eyebrows in surprise. "How did you do that?"

"The effective use of flour elements."

This is one of the most powerful elements in nature, allowing Ethan to bring McDonald's and Pizza Hut home without leaving his house. He sincerely delivered the burger meal to the dumbfounded Super Winter, and the aroma of the chicken leg burger brought her back to her senses.

She snapped her fingers in imitation.

A new table has appeared in the starry sky and the universe, and the vast sea of ​​stars is being replaced by new scenery at a visible speed.

The boundless starry sky became a bedroom.

The only color came from outside the window: vertically stacked neon signs and holographic advertisements that made the room look bizarre and colorful. As Super Winter placed the hamburger meal on the table, a distant aircraft, trailing a blue flame, disappeared into the light trail and the end of the night.

Above countless dazzling lights and shadows, the tallest holographic billboard stands prominently—the image of a white-haired, red-eyed girl, her enormous projection silently suspended in the city's night sky, her pupils piercing through the rain curtain, as if she were looking directly at the person in the room.

"This is my bedroom, located on the 173rd floor of Pioneer Technology."

Super Winter rolled up her sleeves and faced her most familiar hamburger set meal. "From here you can get a panoramic view of the Second District. By the way, this whole building belongs to me."

Life seems to have returned to its usual pace.

After a busy day, I return to my own bedroom, order a junk food meal, and then...

High-intensity internet surfing and playing outdated memes.

This is the daily life of one of the greatest scientists in the Holy City and the creator of pioneering technology.

The giant holographic projection located in the city is her imprint on this city.

The people of the holy city never called her by her given name. The researchers working under her were used to calling her Doctor, while those who were not familiar with her were filled with awe.

First seat.

She possesses a title and status that countless people in the Holy City dream of.

That's why no one has ever gotten close to her, let alone knew that the doctor they could only admire from afar was a super homebody who would intensively appreciate Hakimi music after get off work and was always at the forefront of playing outdated memes.

Wow, she's a rich woman!

Ethan glanced out the window at the street with its severe light pollution and was filled with awe for Winter.

Winter never mentioned to him that she owned a 173-story luxury mansion!

"Why didn't you tell me something so important sooner!"

"What, are you not going to work hard anymore?"

Super Winter, having torn open the hamburger packaging, raised an eyebrow. She now had to taste the hamburger that Ethan had conjured out of thin air using flour.

She couldn't understand how flour could create a large, sizzling piece of chicken leg between two hamburger buns. Her strong curiosity and desire to explore compelled her to find out how it all worked.

"You don't seem like someone who likes to use overused jokes."

Ethan sat on the large bed by the window, the raindrops blurring the city's night view.

"Standards, for geniuses, can bring an unparalleled sense of relaxation."

Super Little Winter took a big bite of chicken leg meat and immediately frowned in surprise.

Genuine chicken thigh meat.

The texture and taste proved her right; she couldn't taste any trace of magic or sorcery in the burger. But thanks to Ethan's unconventional approach, the conversation was lightened, sparing her, as a high-achieving genius, the bitter taste of emotional failure. Clearly, the grilled chicken burger was far more palatable than any bitter fruit.

It possesses the power to calm the mind.

"Only when I'm using overused memes can my brain briefly stop thinking, which is no different from many researchers having to inject themselves with tranquilizers after work."

High-speed thinking can lead to symptoms such as insomnia, hyperactivity, and anxiety. This is a dilemma faced by countless geniuses. She found her own way to regulate her mind. When Hakimi music plays, she can temporarily entrust her brain to a tablet or mobile phone, allowing her to fall asleep peacefully at night.

It turned out that her impression of Ethan's mindset was deeply ingrained.

This terrorist used the Hakimi virus to destroy the archives of the God of Truth.

"At this very moment, the parliament has urgently summoned dozens of top scientists to clean up the mess you left behind."

"To correct you, it's the mess you left behind."

"I want to eat popcorn chicken."

Super Little Winter made a request: "Observing this optimized protein carrier is very interesting. When the protein in the popcorn chicken is fried at 160°C, it undergoes the Maillard reaction, producing umami signal molecules that directly stimulate the secretion of dopamine in the orbitofrontal cortex. The crispy breaking sound frequency of the outer shell is around 3000 Hz, which is exactly in the range of human auditory pleasure. The fragmented shape perfectly conforms to the golden ratio, ensuring that each bite can reach the maximum taste bud area... Of course, there is also the flour coating the chicken pieces, which is still a study and exploration of flour elements."

Listening to Super Winter's uninterrupted explanation of popcorn chicken, Ethan finally understood why she often needed to stop thinking for a period of time.

"What conclusions were reached?"

Seeing that she was enjoying her food, Ethan asked her a question.

"Your explanation about the flour element is valid for now, but I still can't figure out the underlying principle."

This is clearly different from natural phenomena such as ice, fire, poison, and lightning; "just as I still don't understand how you came to be."

Watch your words!

Ethan reminded Super Little Winter.

He possesses irrefutable evidence that the other side destroyed the archives of the God of Truth.

"My theory is wrong. I thought you were a consciousness born from a black hole."

Xiao An's appearance overturned everything.

Ethan applied her method of "feeding AI" to the black hole, and thus Little Dark became the first natural element to develop self-awareness, followed by the fire element, the ice element, the electric element, and later the literary girl and the yellow potato.

She observed Ethan's actions up close and had to admit that he had surpassed her, his teacher, and was evolving at a visible rate.

Now, even "flour" could be given free will. If Ethan were to descend upon the Holy City, it might not be long before fast food restaurants in various cities were filled with burger-related violent incidents.

The texture and taste of the popcorn chicken perfectly matched her imagination, making Super Winter feel that Ethan was practically a mind reader.

The delicious but unhealthy dinner left her with a distressed expression. "It means I still can't figure out what you really are."

"Why does it sound like someone is swearing?"

Ethan narrowed his eyes.

He also prepared a hamburger meal for himself, plus a bottle of iced cola.

“Your actions have long exceeded the Holy City’s comprehension.” Super Little Winter fell into thought, muttering to himself while chewing on popcorn chicken. “We have spent thousands of years and still haven’t found a way to observe the evil god up close, yet you have sent Bazartos to become a teacher at the academy. If the Holy City Council knew about your feat, they would be so excited they would go crazy.”

This is why she is happy to stay by Ethan's side.

Observing Ethan is fascinating; even the smallest things in life can bring her great inspiration.

Whether it's Foolish Winter or Super Little Winter, they can derive great satisfaction from him.

it's a pity……

Good times are always short.

Ethan's appearance greatly accelerated the arrival of "Doomsday". Super Winter took a swig of iced cola and let out a cheerful groan, "Ha, resurrecting the rightful god is the first step of the Domination Plan. Before long, the world you know will be turned upside down."

"It seems you know the Overlord very well."

Ethan said, "You've been talking about me the whole time, it's time to introduce yourself."

Although he learned a lot of basic information about Winter from the conversation just now.

A super homebody who lives a monotonous life, enjoys intense online surfing and playing with stale memes, and loves junk food for dinner.

It's very welcoming and has a real, down-to-earth feel, but it's far from being the "number one" seat.

None of this explains why the Holy City projected her hologram and built a 173-story skyscraper for her.

The rain-drenched streets outside the window subtly conveyed a startling truth to Ethan.

This city, known as the Second District, seems to exist solely for the sake of securing the "first place."

That's another story.

Super Little Winter sighed, finished her iced cola, leaned back in her chair, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

"We still have plenty of time."

"Ok."

She cleared her throat. "I remember it was a sunny afternoon. I had just finished a project and was planning to take a short break... When I left the lab, an old friend came up to me."

She stared at the ceiling, the cold light of the incandescent bulb condensing into two bright white spots in her red eyes, and her thoughts seemed to drift back to a long time ago with those spots.

As night fell, the colorful lights of the airship illuminated the entire city.

That unkempt woman, who always wore an ill-fitting white coat, once again barged into her office excitedly without an appointment.

They carried a thick stack of documents and a project application form that they hadn't had time to fill out.

This is not the first time something like this has happened.

Out of friendship, she gave the other person 20 seconds to explain their purpose.

The other party impatiently slammed the materials on the table, shouting that the theory this time was very mature and would definitely be a revelation.

"That woman wasted the first ten seconds with the same old nonsense, and just as I was about to kick her out of the office, she extended an invitation to me."

Super Little Winter paused briefly, then said, "Let's create a god!"

(End of this chapter)