Uncle here isn't your average office worker!

"What you've described belongs to different plans, or perhaps it wasn't even part of any plan at all, but rather a purely accidental outcome..."

"So you mean there's nothing you can do?" Roy asked, quite disappointed.

But Friston abruptly changed the subject, saying, "But I do know some things."

“The marine bio-environment modification clusters should consist of four different blocks, among which the block representing reproduction should contain human genetic identification codes. Once you activate it, it will naturally help you obtain management rights over them.”

Before Trevor Friston could finish speaking, he noticed Roy staring at him speechlessly, his blue tail twitching irritably.

What you're saying sounds like you've just stated a paragraph. Putting aside how I would find the breeding area, which should be the location of the "Immeltable Iceberg," and how I would overcome the obstacles of the Terrorfish Sea Monster and the Sea Spawn to make contact with it, even if I actually got there, does that make me look like I have human genetic coding?

Trevor Friston clearly realized this as well, and his voice became quite helpless:

"This... I really can't do anything about it. Researching the ocean of consciousness has always been a difficult subject, so it's impossible to preserve the method of soul identification. Speaking of which, didn't you say that besides you, we have another kin?"

Roy paused for a moment, then nodded in realization.

Yes, even if he himself is not good enough, doesn't he still have a PhD?

Judging by the time, the Doctor should still be lying in the sarcophagus in Chernobog. With Roy's current abilities, finding him and bringing him out of Chernobog shouldn't be difficult.

Seeing Roy's confident expression, Friston paused for a moment before continuing:

"As for the military management terminal, that's simple. Back then, to ensure the safety of the shelter, I, as the custodian, was granted the highest authority over all military management terminals. All you need is this..."

Trevor Friston ejected the USB drive that Christen had inserted into his port, gesturing for Roy to pick it up.

"I've saved my identification code inside. With this, find the terminal you're looking for, plug it in, and you can control it with my permissions."

Holding the small USB drive in his hand, Roy felt that this was the best news he had received since he traveled through time.

He had already pinpointed the exact location of a terminal and obtained the key to access it. By combining the two, a portion of human civilization's heritage would truly be revealed to him. Furthermore, with the doctor capable of being identified and authenticated simply by contact with an unmelting iceberg, the ocean's threat to Terra was instantly diminished, leaving him only to put this theory into practice.

It sounds easy, but it's certainly fraught with difficulties. Venturing into the ocean and entering the underground Papal Palace in Lateran are both extremely difficult and dangerous tasks. But at least they have grasped hope, haven't they?

"Thank you, thank you very much, Friston."

From the bottom of his heart, Roy thanked the respectable preserver before him.

He may not have been able to fulfill his original mission, but in another way, he preserved the hope for the survival of civilization in this world rife with natural disasters and troubles.

“It’s what I should do,” Trevor Friston said, his tone still relaxed. “Of course, I also have a small request.”

"If possible, could you please bring your compatriot here after you find him?"

"It has been a very, very long time since I have seen a human being. I have almost... forgotten what a human being looks like."

"This is not humor."

Roy recalled the image of Trevor Friston that he had seen in the illusion.

Whether he was busy as a researcher in his middle age, or in his twilight years watching his wife and daughter lie in their sarcophagi and walking into the depths of the laboratory, Roy could not see his face clearly, only his pair of emerald green eyes.

At first, he thought it was Trevor Friston deliberately concealing his appearance, but now he suddenly realized another possibility.

Could it be that the person who preserved it has already forgotten what they looked like 30,000 years ago?

Roy was silent for a moment, then nodded solemnly: "I will. I promise!"

..........

Christensen, Dorothy, and Ferdinand wanted to stay in the ruins to question Friston, but Roy left the ruins first.

It wasn't because he was eager to go to the ocean or Lateran, but because of something else.

Upon entering Trevor Friston's illusion, he felt a wave of dizziness, and then the surrounding scenery changed.

Roy immediately felt a strange sense of familiarity. At that moment, he finally calmed down and asked the person he had suspected for so long:

"Module system, are you there?"

"Don't you think that illusion is a bit like the illusion you pulled me into after I got the module?"

"What the hell are you?"

Volume 1: Chapter 264 The Alliance of Letania and Kazimir

"What the hell are you?"

As with all of Roy's previous attempts, his question received no answer from the module system. But Roy already had some guesses in his mind.

Trevor Friston was a brilliant and rational scientist with a considerable understanding of the technological level reached at the end of human civilization. Therefore, although his judgments were misled by the information he provided, they may not be entirely without reference value.

Soul transmigration, isn't that what he meant by precisely separating the soul from the sea of ​​consciousness and putting it into another container?

Although he himself said that in his memory, humanity should not have developed this technology yet, that was the end of the world after all. After losing contact with the home planet he mentioned, communication between the various colony star systems of humanity was basically cut off. Just because he was unaware of it did not mean that other planets had not experienced such technological breakthroughs.

Although I am certain that I have no connection with the humans of this world, if I make a guess based on this theoretical possibility, the essence of the module system becomes obvious.

A tool similar to the Black Crown, which uses "human thought" as its source and is supplemented by the energy of "void," can turn fantasy into reality.

If we round it up, what Roy actually possesses is a black crown that doesn't store any human civilization, but only contains Roy's own consciousness and knowledge.

The advantages and disadvantages of this are quite obvious. The disadvantage is that without the human civilization preserved within, Roy cannot, as he initially envisioned, extract the technology of the previous civilization in the end. However, there are many advantages. First, Roy doesn't need to worry about the module system turning against him like the continuation of a civilization, gradually influencing or even replacing him with its will. Second, although he lacks the technology of the previous civilization, as a Paradox Interactive player, Roy retains many technologies from Stellaris in his mind. The technological level of these technologies may not be inferior to that of the previous civilization.

However, Roy didn't know if the module system could be unearthed for them by his own imagination, given that he only knew the name and appearance of the technology.

Moreover, this is just my own guess, and I need to find a way to verify it, which is not easy.

"Find an opportunity to mention it to Kelchetti. Or next time you come, subtly ask Friston about it."

Roy pondered this in his mind. Suddenly, he heard hurried footsteps behind him, followed by Dorothy's shout:

“Mr. Roy! Phew... thank goodness you haven’t left yet.”

Roy blinked curiously and asked, "What's wrong?"

Dorothy took a breath and asked, "That thing you mentioned on the phone last time..."

What was mentioned on the phone?

"Oh! That rock!" Roy snapped back to reality. Everything that had just happened was so explosive, a massive amount of information flooding his brain, that he momentarily forgot about the reward he had promised Dorothy for Ferdinand.

Although he felt that the head of the energy department would probably not be in the mood to study other things for a while after entering the ruins.

Roy reached into his pocket and pulled out the collectible that the system had named "From the Stars".

Even after a considerable amount of time and many events, the stone remains unchanged, with a faint fluorescence still emanating from its surface, making it quite a fine piece of art.

Roy handed the stone to Dorothy, thought for a moment, and then added:

"There's no need to give this stone to Ferdinand separately; consider it a gift for Rhine Lab."

Based on the questions Christen had just asked Trevor Friston, Roy could tell that this elusive commander of Rhine Lab had an extraordinary interest in the world beyond the skies.

The stone is explicitly stated to be from outer space, representing another world, which should have been quite attractive to Christensen.

Roy was very curious about what Rhine Lab could learn from it.

............

Kazimir, the Grand Knight Commander of Kavaleria.

While Roy was away, something significant was happening in Kazimierz.

After nearly two weeks of preparation, the long-rumored summit between Letania and Kazimir officially took place.

Representing Letania was the White Queen, who was always in charge of politics and diplomacy. However, unusually, one of Letania's Electors, who was usually considered to prefer staying behind the scenes and manipulating power, also attended with the White Queen.

The joint visit by the Teutonic Elector and the White Queen sparked considerable discussion both within Letania and in Casimir. Some interpreted it as a political statement, signifying that the Queen had initially ended Letania's state of division and gained the Elector's support. Others believed it represented a further expansion of the Elector's power, indicating that he was no longer content with his domestic position and sought to extend his influence abroad.

But regardless of the speculation, all rumors were completely dispelled the moment the meeting began.

Because the White Queen made their purpose for the trip clear from the start.

"The land of Terra is about to face a real crisis. In order to survive, I believe that Letania and Kazimierz should form an alliance."

"What crisis are you referring to?" Grand Knight Russell, representing the Overseer's Council and the warring knights, frowned, finding the White Queen's inexplicable remarks baffling. "Is it the Sarkaz? Their occupation of Londinium is common knowledge; only the Grand Dukes of Victoria are burying their heads in the sand. Possessing such a city certainly poses a threat to the peace of the land. Are you planning to call for another anti-demon alliance?"

The White Queen shook her head firmly.

The Queen wasn't surprised by Russell's conjecture. In the past, she too would have made the same connection to her own words. There were many things on this land that could be considered a threat, but the only thing that could truly unite everyone else in opposition was the Sarkaz.

But now it's different.

Over the course of more than a month, she and the Teutonic spies sent to Iberia sent back a deluge of messages. The situation had far exceeded their expectations.

In the ruins of those coastlines, the Deep Sea Cultists made almost no attempt to conceal their actions; bizarre, strange, and terrifying things happened every day, and disgusting monsters had been sighted more than once.

In Roy's words, they weren't even putting on an act! The Queen, who had originally planned to spend a year verifying the authenticity of the disaster, reached a conclusion in just one month due to the rampant behavior of the Deep Sea Cultists.

Sea monsters are attacking, deep-sea cultists are causing trouble, and Iberia is in ruins. Regardless of other crises, the disaster of the ocean is imminent!

They dared not gamble on whether the disaster was as severe as Roy had described, because the Witch King within the body of the Teutonic Elector had already vouched for it. As someone who had witnessed the colossal structure beyond Terra in his soul form, he unconditionally believed in the horror of the disaster, and Roy's description would only be mild, never severe!

The White Queen beckoned, and the Golden Law Guard beside her immediately handed the prepared documents to the Grand Knight Commander.

Those were the raw documents sent back by their intelligence agents in Iberia. They were unvarnished and already quite shocking.

The Grand Knight Commander opened the document, her expression growing increasingly grave with each reading. A few minutes later, she slowly closed the cover and took a deep breath.

"Let's end the meeting here for now. I need some time to discuss this matter."

This isn't a decision she can make alone. It concerns an entire nation.

“Of course. But I want to remind you,” the Queen nodded, “that time waits for no one.”

Volume 1: Chapter 265 The Alliance is Established, Messengers from All Nations