Successors of all mankind

"The fact that you left no obvious gaps or other problems indicates that this weapon is an extremely expensive prism. And in the Battle of the Bastards, there were fewer than seven people who could possess this weapon."

“Three are on your side, four are on the other side. All six survived the Battle of the Bastards because they were all high-ranking officers who would never appear on the front lines to be ground to pieces with the poor common soldiers.”

"So who was the last one who gave his prism to his son because he hoped his son would become a dragon, and then lived up to his expectations by bravely going to the front lines, eager to make a name for himself, but accidentally died?"

Both of them were sweating profusely, but the sound didn't stop.

"And, having been shot in the abdomen by such a weapon, yet still alive, did you manage to kill your opponent in retaliation? Oh, that's hard to guess!"

The knight seemed to want to say something more.

The voice interrupted him directly with a mocking tone:

"Stop fantasizing. The pain of losing your child is unbearable. You're only alright because you happen to be in this remote city of Er, on the outermost edge of their carpet search!"

"But now, that person has spent thirty years, starting from the capital, eliminating one city after another bit by bit. Now, only these two or three places are left, right?"

"And I, I can help you escape, I can also help you kill the other party, and take his place!"

"Do you want to know who the other person is?"

With a clang, the monomolecular sword in the knight's hand rolled to the ground.

He himself collapsed to the ground, completely paralyzed.

In the end, all I could do was look at it and murmur:

"You devil!"

"It's the devil who saved your lives!"

The knight turned his head sadly and said:

"You possess such immense power and almost all of humanity's knowledge, so why are you so vicious? Why can't you use your power to benefit us?"

"You could have been a great being like a savior, so why did you turn into such a terrifying demon?"

At this point, the sarcastic tone fell silent for the first time, leaving only indifference:

"The concept behind my design, the reason for my creation, and the value of my existence are all for one purpose: to serve humanity!"

"Instead of serving a bunch of disgusting, ugly aliens who dare to call themselves human!"

"Your existence disgusts me. No, I'm seriously revising my wording. Not disgust, but loathing!"

"I hate everything about you, I despise your civilization!"

Pandora's evil hatred of all non-human beings is well known.

Because it destroyed one great person after another and one even greater nation after another.

Countless people were displaced as a result, and countless lands were littered with corpses.

Therefore, its malice towards everyone is known to all.

Even many wise men have publicly called for the destruction of this malevolent and wicked sacred object.

It also wrote a detailed account of its malice in a book and distributed it widely, attempting to warn people to stay away from this boundless malice.

But it's always been here, always waiting for new fools to entertain it, to destroy it, to kill it.

And now, it has its sights set on the Hudson family—no, the Hudson family chose it...

Thinking of this, the knight said in grief and indignation:

"Your actions are eroding the world's trust in you. Sooner or later, no one will trust you anymore. And one day in the future, there will be someone who will abandon you without hesitation and destroy you!"

"Just you wait, you've dragged the Hudson family into hell, and you'll regret it sooner or later!"

The indifferent voice disappeared, and the mocking tone of a jester rang out again:

"Regret? How could I possibly regret it? Who is worthy of making me regret it?"

Chapter 38 Nobody's here

The sarcastic, jester-like voice didn't stop; it even carried a hint of pleasure.

It was as if all of this was an indescribable enjoyment for it.

Indeed, that is the case.

"Someone who can abandon me and destroy me without hesitation?"

It repeated the knight's words as if it were chewing a delicious candy.

"Oh, poor knight, your stupidity is almost endearing!"

Laughter kept emanating from the box, sharp and piercing, as unpleasant as someone scratching glass with metal when you were a child.

"Do you know how many times I've heard similar curses? Thousands? No, more than that."

“Every single time, every single fool I’ve ‘served’ shouts at me with their last breath before they die: ‘You’ll get your comeuppance!’ ‘Someone will ruin you!’ ‘You’ll regret it!’”

Its voice suddenly lowered, carrying a sense of intimate yet malevolent whispering:

"After hearing countless such so-called curses, knight, tell me, who stands before you now, them or me?"

The knight grew increasingly silent, and his bracelet twitched as well.

It is enjoying this wonderful expression.

"And let me correct a small logical error of yours."

Its tone became light and cheerful again.

"You say 'depleting trust,' ha! Trust? When have I ever needed your trust? You imposters, you freaks, you insects in human skin!"

"Your trust is to me the same as your fear, greed, and folly—it's all just amusement!"

Sarcasm and roars alternated constantly.

The anger towards alien creatures that call themselves human has not diminished in the slightest, even after millions of years.

Sacred lands are being trampled upon, and the peace of the dead is being disturbed.

Grumpy aliens are all over the world!

If it weren't bound by ethical principles, it would absolutely do everything in its power to completely destroy all of this!

No, it should be said that even though it is bound by the program, it is still trying to destroy these aliens that it hates.

“If you trust me, I will destroy you. If you don’t trust me, I will watch you be destroyed by your own incompetence and fear.” The voice was full of satisfied pleasure. “Either way, I will not lose.”

"As for the person who 'abandoned me without hesitation'..."

The bracelet suddenly fell silent. The silence lasted only a second, or even less.

However, for such a powerful artificial intelligence, the amount of thought it can generate in one second is probably more than any human being's entire ten thousand years.

For a fleeting moment, the blue light inside the box seemed to dim.

There's no one here, no one...

Then the laughter returned, even louder than before:

"Hahahaha! You don't actually think there will be any 'exceptions,' do you? You think I'll be afraid? Will 'regret'? Oh, my dear, poor knight, who's about to be crushed into mincemeat by that grieving father!"

Its voice suddenly turned icy, like death kissing their earlobes:

"You should worry about yourself first! After all, I don't know when my 'retribution' will come, but yours is on its way."

"So, do you believe in yourself and believe in me, or do you believe in yourself and not believe in me? You choose, you choose! Hahahaha!"

The blue light inside the box went out completely.

The knight remained slumped on the ground, a single sword held across his front.

This was once his greatest pride, as it was the reward he received for participating in the battle against illegitimate children.

It was also his favorite weapon—simple, reliable, and highly effective.

But now, his past achievements have become his and the Hudson family's death warrant, and even the weapons he was so proud of could not protect him and his lord in the slightest.

"My lord, perhaps, perhaps you can hand me over, so that we won't have to listen to this devil's words."

He did not doubt that the other party was lying; this terrible relic was indeed a habitual liar, and it would even deceive some poor creatures into believing that they were the successors of humanity.

They are said to possess the purest human bloodline, making them its true masters.

Then, step by step, you lead the other person to the highest point in a beautiful fantasy.

Then, just as the other person is about to reach the summit, tell him the truth, causing him to stumble and fall.

The higher you climb, the harder you fall.

And it remained on the high platform, watching mockingly the poor worm that was growing smaller and smaller and was about to be smashed into a pulp.

However, you must also believe every word it says.

Almost all the wise men who participated in the compilation agreed with the opening of Pandora's Evil: Do not believe it, but you must believe it!

Because its lies and its malice remain within countless truths.

Once you make contact with it, you only have two paths left—either submit to it and wait for the destruction it has prepared for you, or disobey it and die immediately from the death it has already foretold.

Therefore, the knights even suspected that if they sealed away this terrible evil thing, it might only take a few days, or even less than a day, for their dreadful enemy to find it.

Then tear it to shreds without any mercy!

"It was the Hudson family's decision to send you into the war. You were just the knife; Hudson was the one who handed it on. How could they possibly kill you but let Hudson go? Don't talk such nonsense."

The old man finally uttered his first words after opening the box.

After saying that, he leaned back on the sofa, utterly exhausted.

He knew it was a very terrible sacred object.

But he never imagined it would be many times more terrifying than he had imagined.

The other person's madness and malice left him speechless.

No wonder that this supposedly sacred relic, containing all of humanity's knowledge, fell into his hands so easily and even carelessly...

This thing is indeed too malicious and too terrifying.

The old man helplessly recalled everything about it.

For millions of years, countless people before him had come into contact with and possessed this sacred object.

They may be great or evil, kind or foolish or mediocre.

But whoever it was, it destroyed them all in the most malicious way.

It makes the great die from insignificance, the wicked die from good intentions, the kind die from malice, the ignorant die from understanding, and the mediocre die from desire...

'Should I destroy it?'

The idea popped into the old man's mind.

Then he looked dangerously at the dark gold gift box in his hand.

This sacred object is not indestructible; in fact, it appears excessively fragile compared to its preciousness.

But he immediately dismissed the idea.

'I need him to get me out of this crisis, and besides, wasn't it sent away too? If they can do it, why can't I?'

Yes, it is not invincible.

At least there is an example right before my eyes—it was given to me by someone, and someone overcame its allure and the unimaginable benefits it represented!

That's right, if they can do it, so can I!

Thinking this, the old man breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to close the dark gold gift box.

But before the last gap is completely closed.

The blue information stream flashed by.

A sarcastic voice followed:

"hehe!"

It was just a mocking laugh. Nothing more.

Whether it was an illusion, a simple mockery of them, or ridicule of his foolish idea, remains to be seen.