Poverty makes me capable of anything.

An Ran asked directly.

decisive.

Vesta secretly gave An Ran a thumbs up.

He thought An Ran would beat around the bush with him.

“I am very interested in your Cult of Machines, especially the Machine Soul consciousness you worship and the Myriad Machine God you believe in.”

"?"

An Ran tentatively said, "If you're interested, I can give you a few copies of the Mechanicus cult's doctrines for free."

It's free.

The smile on Vesta's face gradually disappeared.

Who cares about your crappy doctrines?

Don't play dumb with me!

Vesta shook his head: "You know that's not what I meant."

"What is that?" An Ran spread her hands.

Vesta asked, "What exactly is the God of Myriad Machines? Is it a true god, or a legacy from some ancient relic?"

He squinted slightly.

The bonus from the Ether Mechanic alone is far from enough to give An Ran such a tanky body while also allowing her to deal extremely high damage.

If Anran is willing to share this secret with him, he wouldn't mind reconciling with her and giving the Mechanicus a helping hand.

With the support of future technologies, the Mechanicus has essentially entered a period of rapid development.

"emmm..."

An Ran looked troubled.

To be honest, she couldn't answer that question.

The God of Ten Thousand Machines?

Who knows if this thing even exists?

Isn't this just something she made up?

Perhaps there really is a being as powerful as a god in the etheric realm of higher dimensions, but she has never seen it.

But Anran couldn't tell the truth either.

Firstly, Vesta may not believe it, but his current state of mind indicates that he is certain he is hiding something.

Secondly, even if Vesta believed it, if he were to expose it, it would definitely deal a heavy blow to the Cult of Machines.

The prophet was a fraud, and faith collapsed!

This is equivalent to destroying a peaceful wheat field.

Even if we wanted to grow wheat again, we might not be able to.

"Ok?"

Seeing that An Ran did not reply for a long time, Vesta's expression gradually became serious.

"Our friendship can't be that fragile, can it?"

An Ran shook her head: "You might not believe it, but the Myriad Machine God is actually just a concept."

"?"

"Yes, a concept. There is no such thing as a myriad of machines in this world, or perhaps everyone is a myriad of machines."

"..."

Vesta looked rather grim.

“I believe that machines are not cold, lifeless things; they must also have emotions, just like the digital life born in the virtual world. They can no longer be simply described as AI. To digital life, you and I, who created them, are gods. And to machines, you and I, who created them, are also gods. Everyone is a god of machines, and the first life form to create machines is the primordial god who is revered!”

Anran's words moved Vista.

Whether what is said is right or wrong is another matter, as long as it is self-consistent, that's fine.

Religion?

If a doctrine cannot even be self-consistent, how can it convince believers to accept it?

But this is not the answer Vesta wanted.

If what An Ran said is true, then where does her strength come from?

He grew up relying on his extraordinary talent and astonishing comprehension.

Versta doesn't believe it!

There is absolutely no such possibility.

Systematic mechanical theory and magical knowledge require a lot of time to accumulate; you can't say you've become a mechanical master just because you had an epiphany once.

That must be a con artist trying to fool people.

Therefore, Vesta is very angry now.

"Faith will not make you stronger!"

An Ran replied, "But my faith has truly made me stronger!"

If it weren't for the power of her faith, she would have been knocked down by the mental shock long ago.

Vesta narrowed his eyes slightly: "It seems you don't want to tell the truth?"

How else can I tell the truth?

Am I supposed to tell you that I'm not a genius, that I just have a player panel and a bit of luck?

Do you believe it or not?

If they believe me, they'll probably find a way to capture me and dissect me for research.

It's unspeakable.

“It’s a pity,” Vesta shook his head. “I originally thought we would be great partners, but it seems that was just wishful thinking on my part.”

An Ran sighed: "It's because Your Excellency doesn't want to cooperate with me, there's nothing I can do about it."

“Aren’t you worried?” Vesta asked.

An Ran smiled calmly and said, "I'm not worried."

Why worry?

From the Star Tree Starfield to the Planetary Graveyard, can you kill me from a distance?

If you can't do it, then shut up.

Vesta was taken aback.

An Ran's attitude was beyond his expectations.

"It seems you're mentally prepared."

"Of course."

"I hope you'll still be this confident next time we meet."

Vesta angrily hung up the call.

He no longer cared about manners.

"It seems that I haven't made a move in too long, which has made you think you're capable."

Vesta paused for a moment, then immediately called his assistant over: "Go and contact those conglomerates and the metal materials trading alliance."

"Yes!"

The assistant left in a hurry.

Vesta sneered.

To deal with the Mechanicus, start by cracking down on its trade.

He doesn't plan to take action immediately for the time being, mainly because Vesta is very unhappy with Eternal Star Road's attitude.

He will not be controlled by anyone.

Just as Anran was deep in thought, Stewart walked in from outside.

"Have you seen it all?"

Stuart nodded: "Don't worry, the War Court won't just sit idly by. Although Vesta is powerful, he would never dare to risk directly entering the territory of the Exiled Empire to attack a force that has a Star Domain Overlord."

This behavior can be described as blatant provocation.

It's not just a provocation; it's a complete humiliation of the exiled empire.

Unless Vesta is willing to join the Eternal Starway, Stewart doesn't believe he would do something so crazy.

"I see."

An Ran smiled.

Stuart's words also had another layer of meaning.

If they leave the Exiled Empire, the War Court will have no jurisdiction over Vesta.

The starry sky is so vast that even the Exiled Empire cannot monitor everything.

It seems we need to temporarily scale back the activities of the Mechanicus.

Fortunately, he still had a large number of players under his command, so An Ran wasn't particularly worried.

With millions of players, how could we possibly lack errand runners?

Stuart was pleased to see that Anran was so open-minded.

His advice was that Anran should avoid any open conflict with Vesta at this time.

Anran has a bright future.