After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

As is well known, the Northern Duke's Mansion is not a place that emphasizes hierarchy, but that is not a reason for them to act like hooligans and engage in abstract behavior.

Looking at the rows of maids facing the wall in the hall, and the old butler being punished by reciting the Duke's rules and regulations, Elena, who had just returned from her outing, remained silent for a few seconds before carefully closing the door.

Jenny, who was standing to the side, closed the file. It had been a long time since she had heard the housekeeper talk so much.

It can only be said that birds of a feather flock together; when it comes to his eccentric thinking, the old butler is a rare breed who can anger the Duke.

"Is the Duke out?" Elena asked softly.

The old butler blinked, reciting the rules and regulations fluently while communicating with Elena using gestures.

After receiving an affirmative answer, Elena asked again, "What did you do?"

The old butler's movements were fluid and graceful. First, he crossed his two index fingers, then pointed to his body, extended his thumb, made a gesture of cuddling a baby, and finally performed a standard bow.

Aelini, who instantly understood, flashed a glint in her eyes and nodded to indicate that she knew.

Completely baffled by what they were doing, Jenny only noticed Alene's nod. No, what do you know?

After the two parted ways, Jenny went to the archives to retrieve some materials. As Eileen walked up the stairs, she waved behind her, and the relieved old butler and maids quickly scattered like birds. This was one of the few entertainment activities in the Duke's mansion called loyalty.

Loyalty! Loyalty to Lady Elene!

As the recitation faded, a soft cough came from inside the office. Alini, who had quickened her pace, didn't even have time to change her clothes and went straight into the office alone.

Upon seeing that it was Elene, Oswald could no longer keep a straight face.

He stopped flipping through the documents in his hand. Nothing major had happened in the Northern Territory this winter. He was mainly looking at the conversation between Eleanor and Annie.

Some things can't be hidden, but he didn't need to explain his identity. Telling them he was a time traveler was less effective than saying he was a messenger from hell.

What's a time traveler compared to you from another planet?

Seeing that the Duke had truly recovered, before Oswald could speak, Elena quickly stepped forward and touched his skin.

Oswald, his clothes gradually becoming disheveled: I'm tired. Let's destroy it. He can refute others, but when Eleanor wants to touch him, he really can't.

"Satisfied?"

Straddling Oswald, Elena, her face slightly flushed, silently buttoned his shirt, not really wanting to answer his question.

The great news that His Majesty the Duke could be freed from the curse of the undead brought a huge sigh of relief to Elene. She rested her head on Oswald's chest, seemingly with no intention of getting down.

The steady heartbeat made her feel the happiness of something lost and then regained.

"Your Grace, what is the most touching love confession you have ever heard?"

When Eleanor asked him this question, Oswald smiled. He knew that Eleanor wanted to say, "Your heart is pounding in panic."

But a sentence suddenly popped into his mind.

[I was his firstborn son, and those days were the best time of my life. We lived together for thirty years, just him and me, father and son... A bond formed between us, unbreakable, stronger than the bond between him and his other sons... Thirty years isn't a long time. I think, compared to thirty thousand years, thirty years is just the time it takes for a heartbeat to pass.]

Upon hearing these abstract words, Oswald knew without guessing that the system had returned.

Holding Elene, who had fallen asleep sometime earlier, Oswald asked the system a question.

(What happens?)

[A civil war broke out on a home planet of transmigrators, caused by social unrest resulting from the emergence of artificial intelligence. Many systems and transmigrators got involved, and the planet has now been classified as a dark planet.]

After giving Oswald and Chuguang a general overview, the system continued its explanation.

[In fact, from the moment artificial intelligence was born, the world was locked down. The trouble is that, like the host's home planet, it is a planet with a large number of transmigrators. After the Watchers realized this, they immediately launched a return campaign for the transmigrators.]

The system still feels lingering fear when this is mentioned. For many things, the important thing is not whether it can be saved, but whether everyone's approach is aligned.

On the very first day, hundreds of transmigrators arrived on their home planet and began an indiscriminate massacre...

Chu Guang joined the conversation, "Artificial intelligence? I think I've heard of that concept before, it's kind of like me."

[Much more dangerous than you are the intelligent advancements of technological civilization and the impending doom of magical civilization—both are obstacles that must be overcome.]

The danger of artificial intelligence lies in the fact that the AI ​​you are using is a stripped-down and outdated version from others. You may think that technology has only developed to this point, but in reality, others are already using continental AI to divide up the world.

The most terrifying thing about a civilization is that it can trace back to slavery, and then break it down from another direction, creating an Eden where at least two people can enjoy the resources of the entire planet.

After the system's explanation, Oswald roughly understood that cyberpunk always has a happy ending, and true evolution lies in abandoning so-called civilization.

(What does it mean to be judged as a dark star?)

Life ultimately moves from planets to the universe, but during this great rebellion, some time travelers seized a large amount of resources, making it impossible for this planet to develop light-speed spaceships. These civilizations, locked on a single planet, are what we call Dark Stars.

[We have already dispatched a top-tier transmigrator. His mission is to eliminate these rebellious transmigrators and replenish the planet's resources using the system.]

The most absurd thing about this matter, from the system's perspective, is that the problem could have been easily solved simply by reporting it to headquarters.

But these time travelers were utterly immoral, driven only by love and hate.

How can you call it a triumphant return home if you don't issue a few extermination orders to your home planet? Once war breaks out, everyone is an ally; we're all here to save the world. As for how to save it, that's none of your business.

While the fighting raged on the ground, the system headquarters was also in an uproar. Half of the system and the transmigrators demanded a direct and devastating strike to destroy the planet, while the other half demanded a practical solution to the problem, since this was a rare home planet for transmigrators.

In short, the war continued and the conference was still in full swing. But for some reason, the higher-ups suddenly found it and ordered it to return to its mission immediately.

The little transparent system sighed softly, as if it were witnessing the end of an era.

The time travelers proved one thing with their actions: fate can indeed temper one's will, but whether this will leads to creation or destruction, no one can confirm until the moment it is born.

Fortunately, it received guidance from a lecturer who went to the planet and country where he once lived and selected Oswald.

At least the flame of ideals of their generation, though small, has never been extinguished.

For some reason, the system perked up and cheered: "[We must carry out the mission well, host!]"

Oswald chuckled upon hearing this.

(Find out what the mission actually is before you say that to me.)