People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Because this is the information content of a pre-civilization.

Urania Castle derives its name from Urania, the astronomical goddess in mythology from an extremely early pre-civilization period, almost a pre-evolutionary era. The same is true of Empinian.

The land of Terra does not contain those myths that were extremely obscure and rare even to people from the previous civilization.

She knew this because her creators, the priestess and the prophet, all had a particular fondness for using stars to express their love for each other.

The couple was so affectionate, and they were her parents too. Now they looked so pathetic.

As for their pet, which served as a token of their love, the information the priestess entered into it mostly consisted of things like "how to be a good servant," "modern robot behavior guidelines," and "pets are not allowed to eat at the table or disturb their owners' work."

In general, she needs very little about reality, politics, social interaction, and governance. However, she has a lot of knowledge about astronomy, planetary alignments, and how to please her master. All the maneuvering skills and knowledge she has acquired are things she learned herself over the past tens of thousands of years of traveling the earth.

She tried her best, but she just couldn't do it. Humans weren't designed for this kind of thing!

Even if she went to learn, what could she possibly learn? The earliest Terrans weren't even human. Concepts like mobile cities, nations, and geopolitics were only introduced in the last millennium—Luga Sargus is even hailed as Terra's first true "Emperor"!

It can only be said that her major was not relevant to her studies, and her teacher was not very good either. That's just how the Terrans are. They indirectly limited the potential of this robot who was learning politics from the Terrans.

Although Kal'tsit isn't very good at this, she's actually quite good at another.

For example, the understanding of Originium.

After all, her parents both work in this industry.

Others may not know, but she does. The Cyclops's so-called "foresight" was actually a form of big data developed to its extreme.

Originium shaped the Terrans; all information about the Terrans is stored in Originium. They are born from Originium and will die in Originium. Their so-called fate was already "calculated" in Originium.

This isn't fatalism, it's just big data. Everything about "fate" is data.

The renowned former civilization leader, Trevor Friston, once said that Originium is the beginning of everything and the answer to everything. This is no exaggeration.

The Sarkaz are susceptible to Oripathy because their ancestor, the Ticarkaz Demon Lord [The Outlaw], made a pact with the original Originium. The blood of the Ticarkaz fused with the Originium, becoming intertwined, which also makes all subsequent Sarkaz bloodlines naturally closer to Originium.

Therefore, the Sarkaz can use their sorcery, which seems independent of modern Originium Arts but is actually just a higher level of "Ancient Originium Arts," without relying on Originium spellcasting units.

The Protoss, however, are different. They were originally pets of the former civilization's inhabitants, and their power came from a system separate from Originium. But after they settled and survived in Terra, an Originium-rich environment, they were gradually assimilated by Originium, and their power gradually diminished. Horhyah is the best example of this.

It looks like a human now, but it has lost its power.

For this reason, Kal'tsit was very curious and suspicious about what kind of prophecy the Cyclops saw in Ernst.

The Cyclops' prophecy is always pessimistic, which is due to the pessimistic attitude of Priestess, the executor of Project Originium, towards the project itself—she doesn't care about the birth and death of the world or the survival of civilization; she only wants to achieve everything for the Doctor in the internalized universe and then embrace him forever.

What about Ernst?

What kind of pessimistic ending did Ernst have?

What kind of "fate" was written for him based on the data stored in the Originium?

What kind of "fate" could make the Cyclops royal court attach such importance to this matter, sending a special envoy from afar?

It's important to know that the last time the Cyclops mobilized such a large force was because the [Prophet] conveyed the message of the [Demon Crisis] to the Cyclops race. Under the desperate appeal of the Demon King and the threat to the survival of all of Terra, the Cyclops relinquished their status in Sarkaz and Kazdel and migrated to Sami.

This time, although the Cyclops clan did not come in its entirety, they specially sent representatives to the front lines of the [Demon Crisis] to represent the royal court. Kal'tsit felt that they were not here for sightseeing.

Things are getting more and more complicated.

Kal'tsit let out a long sigh.

She was afraid, but what was she afraid of? She couldn't say for sure herself.

In her view, there was probably only one thing that could make the Cyclops take notice—the founding of Kazdel, after ten thousand years of wandering, finally gave the Sarkaz their own home.

After all, they are also Sarkaz, though far away, their roots are still here.

The Cyclops's foresight was destined for tragedy, so...

Perhaps she was afraid that the Cyclops's foresight revealed such a picture:

On the day Kazdelnia was founded and took to the skies, Ernst and Amiya, the Demon Lord, who were supposed to be guests at the opening ceremony and standing on the podium, were nowhere to be seen. Everyone anxiously searched for their whereabouts, eventually arriving at the Prime Minister's office in the Kjerag government building.

The office was in complete disarray, with documents scattered all over the floor, sharp knife marks covering every wall and piece of furniture, and mottled bloodstains on the walls, some already congealed, while others were still wet.

Following the trail of blood, the door to the office cubicle designated as the "meeting room" had been damaged. The room, without lights, was filled with deep darkness, as if warning everyone not to try to approach or open it.

That's not what you want to see.

But fate had other plans. It could have been Vina, Horhaia, Hinterlea, or even a gust of wind from the mountains of Jeragund. Anyone that Sherag or Ernst knew could have stepped forward and opened that door.

Then, she would see that scene through the door, a scene that was both incredibly familiar and yet somehow ambiguous!

Kal'tsit's power unit jolted violently, feeling a piercing, excruciating pain. She clutched her chest, nearly unable to breathe.

Can't think any more.

Even if she forcibly pulled her mind away from this deduction, Kal'tsit could not control herself from continuing to think from a more realistic perspective.

What happens when a national leader is assassinated? What does it mean when a highly respected and reputable national leader is assassinated? What does it mean when a national leader, renowned throughout Terra and dedicated to building a new world order, is assassinated?

Moreover, a tragedy that could attract a Cyclops must mean that this is not the end of the story.

Otherwise, given the respect the Sherag people have for Ernst, someone from them will surely step forward to continue Ernst's legacy... no, his wish! Just like Amiya and Theresa!

There is only one possibility, unless the one who did this was the Sarkaz themselves.

"Ho-"

Taking a long breath, Kal'tsit was actually a little annoyed at the moment, wondering why she couldn't shut herself down for a while to clean up these unsettling data.

Her thoughts never stop, which leads her to say things that sound confusing to outsiders. This has been bothering her for a long time and has almost become her personal style!

"No, I need to find something to do to distract myself."

Coincidentally, the moment Kal'tsit had this thought, the door to the medical department opened, and Warfarin led in a group of people dressed in various styles.

"Gentlemen, this is Rhodes Island's elite department—the Medical Department!"

"As a pharmaceutical company, we have a long history and profound expertise. Our technology is at the forefront throughout Terra. To date, our drugs have been sold in four Terran countries and more than twenty mobile cities!"

"Ah, this is our head of the medical department, Dr. Kal'tsit."

Warfarin stepped forward and winked at Kal'tsit:

"Here comes... cough cough, our newly recruited operator, Dr. Kal'tsit. Shall she say a few words and introduce herself to everyone?"

Kal'tsit breathed a rare sigh of relief. Normally, she would have scolded Warfarin for not informing her beforehand before going off to mentor a newcomer. But this time, she only wanted to praise her for arriving at the perfect time.

Kal'tsit stood up, straightened her posture, and opened her mouth:

"Greetings, everyone. I am Kal'tsit, the head of Rhodes Island's medical department. You may call me—"

Kal'tsit's voice suddenly stopped as if a cassette tape had jammed, and her gaze was fixed on a boy with matcha-colored curly hair among the dozen or so newcomers.

"I, I, I—"

"Kelsey?"

Warfarin nudged her arm, a little puzzled, and followed Kal'tsit's gaze, only to see a group of newcomers staring blankly at Kal'tsit. She asked, somewhat curiously,

"what happened to you?"

Kal'tsit's eyes widened as she looked at Warfarin, then at the shapeshifter who had just revealed itself, and felt a sudden dizziness.

"Change--"

Her voice abruptly stopped, and she swallowed the rest of the name back down.

No, I can't say.

Revealing the shapeshifter's identity here could lead to some unexpected events.

No, no, no, in the end, how could a shapeshifter be on Rhodes Island? She must have been overthinking things, hallucinating, or seeing things wrong.

Yes, that must be it, considering her prophecy about the Cyclops and the possibility of assassins.

"Then what?"

Warfarin asked.

Kal'tsit shook her head, wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, and forced a smile:

"Please, everyone, make yourselves at home."

"You're a strange person." Warfarin gave her a suspicious look, then turned and led her team away.

Kal'tsit sat back in her office chair, having just breathed a sigh of relief, when Warfarin's voice sounded behind her again less than two minutes later:

"Kal'tsit, what's wrong with you just now? Why are you acting so strangely? Is there something wrong with those people?"

Kal'tsit didn't turn around; her voice was weak.

"It's nothing, just a hallucination."

"A hallucination?" Warfarin asked. "What did you see?"

“It’s really nothing,” Kal’tsit replied again.

Warfarin persisted, and it seemed that Kal'tsit's resistance only piqued her interest:

"Tell me, I'd love to know what could have scared Dr. Kal'tsit like that! Hahahaha!"

Kal'tsit finally couldn't hold back any longer. She forced herself to reprimand him as she turned around:

"Don't ask, Warfarin! You just want to go up to the bridge again to admire the view of Kjerag—"

Her voice stopped abruptly.

Standing before her was a young man in a yellow-black robe with matcha-colored curly hair, smiling and gazing at her. His voice was perfectly balanced, without a single mistake, and even his personality and tone were perfectly controlled—it was Warfarin's voice.

"Really? You can see the view of Kjerag from the bridge of Rhodes Island? This is the first time we've ever heard of this."

"Thank you for your recommendation, Dr. Kal'tsit. Or rather, Lord Kal'tsit."

The group of shapeshifters raised their hands and clapped gracefully, as if they were genuinely thanking Kal'tsit for her suggestion.

Then, his voice returned to its natural tone, indifferent, ruthless, and genderless, resounding in Kal'tsit's ears:

"The Shapeshifters salute you."

Before the shapeshifter could finish speaking, a lynx's cry rang out:

"Ho-"

"Clap."

Seeing Kal'tsit fall so smoothly and skillfully, the shapeshifter was stunned.

Chapter 485 The Visit of the Shapeshifters

Shelag, Tukarim.

In Ernst's view, Kelsey's return was swift.

How quickly exactly? Simply put, Ernst had just heard from Hinterlea that Ascalon had returned. Less than half an hour later, he heard Kal'tsit's voice again.

Upon her return, Kal'tsit appeared somewhat impatient. The moment they met, she abruptly asked a question:

Have I been here before?

Ernst was completely baffled by the question.

What do you mean, "Have you been here before?" Didn't you just get carried back from here?

It seems you're not fully recovered yet. How about we ask Ascalon to take you back to Rhodes Island for a proper check-up, so she can be a little kinder to you?

Ernst felt a little guilty. After all, Kelsey had been quite normal not long ago. She spoke and acted in a clear and logical manner, and her physical condition was at least good. She could drink whatever she wanted and eat whatever she wanted. But after working for him for a few days and serving as a special consultant for the Shelagsaqaz Residents' Committee, look what he did to her.

Ernst was pretty sure that Kal'tsit's problem was most likely due to years of disrepair. But whether Rhodes Island would accept his findings was another matter. What if they demanded compensation?

Ernst may deny that Kal'tsit suffered a work injury, but he fears that Rhodes Island might fabricate two charges against him: one is defaming Kal'tsit, and the other is that he leaked Rhodes Island's secrets!

So, after a little consideration, Ernst offered some words of comfort:

"Kal'tsit, you don't need to worry. Even if you can't stay here forever, I swear, you'll always be in my heart. When dealing with Sarkaz affairs, I will definitely refer to your advice, so you don't need to be in such a hurry."

Kelsey: “?”

Vina in the room: "?"

Holhaya in the cubicle: "?"

Kal'tsit gave Ernst a wary look, her nostrils flaring slightly as if confirming something. After a moment, she breathed a slight sigh of relief and said seriously:

“Mr. Ernst, I appreciate your kindness. If I may be so bold, I meant what I said earlier.”