People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

She didn't expect Horhaiya to confront her directly, nor did she expect her confrontation to be so straightforward. She also didn't expect that Horhaiya could still smile while confronting her.

"You are not in pain"

She murmured to herself, then suddenly realized something, lowered her head, and looked at herself.

"debate".

The true feelings of a person are released the moment they enter a "debate". This is to prevent a communication gap between philosophers and debaters due to differences in their ability to choose words and sentences. In other words, from the very first moment of the "debate", Horhaja has already said everything that needs to be said.

The older feathered serpent arrogantly believed that by transforming into the appearance of [Horhaia], he could frighten her.

Little did they know, there was no other outsider like Precys in this "debate"; there had always only been Horhys.

This is why Horhaya felt so relaxed and at ease. She didn't need to think about the burden of the "Feathered Serpent" cycle, because that part had already been severed the moment she entered this place.

The "threat" she mentioned is no longer important.

Holhaia knew very well what she was saying, and what was standing in front of her.

"You already"

"It has split apart."

Holhaya shrugged indifferently.

"I am very grateful for this environment, which at least allows me to stop worrying that I will deceive myself to the point of being unable to deceive myself anymore."

She smiled and said, as if enjoying the clear state of mind at this moment. She no longer had to worry about the buzzing of her ancestors for eighteen generations, nor did she have to be afraid of Ernst's rare direct expression of emotion. She could also think as an independent individual, "Holhaya".

Although she didn't know if everything would return to normal after she went outside, at least at this moment, she could freely laugh at the version of herself filled with "fate":

"I don't care about the feathered serpent anymore. This job is on my schedule, but it has to be put on hold for now."

Go somewhere cool and stay there.

He thoroughly satisfied his craving for food.

But then, the illusion before them began to gradually disappear.

"Debate" is ultimately just an ancient way of expressing ideas with a clear mind. Although Ernst and Holheimer's "debate" theoretically had some "minor problems"—one was framed and the other was driven to schizophrenia—at least in the end, she still gained something valuable.

Holhaya now understands things very clearly.

How great it feels to let yourself go.

And, I do like Ernst.

"I kind of want to eat him up."

"Let's wait until we've completely gotten rid of this damn obsession."

Chapter 641 President: Don't you have a few friends you want to introduce to me?

Christensen's "debate" was perhaps the most normal of the three.

Ernst was discussing the apocalypse, prehistoric civilizations, and lumberjacks. Horhaia was discussing destiny, her mind chattering about disrespecting her ancestors and how to justly sever ties. Only Christensen was genuinely discussing things like friendship and bonds.

But she was also the last to wake up.

There's no way around it, there are just too many people I have to refuse.

Saria should stay on the ground? No, no! Muels should go to heaven? No, no! Nasty has worked so hard; perhaps we should reserve a place for her? That's something to consider.

I've finished thinking about it, and I guess I'll pass.

She was very selfish; she wanted to enjoy the ascension to heaven all by herself.

The only time I suggested bringing one along was when I spoke to Ernst, but Ernst refused, so I let it go.

However, when she opened her eyes, the world outside seemed to have changed.

The [Preserver], which was just moments ago incredibly mysterious and able to drag them into a "debate" without any explanation, now appeared extremely agitated. Various kinds of light flashed incessantly on its sphere, making it look less like a large eyeball and more like a disco ball from a nightclub.

What is he doing? Is he summarizing the data collected during the "debate" just now?

Christensen subconsciously guessed. After all, the Preservator had said that if they could pass the test of the "debate," the Preservator would be willing to help answer all their questions. So now, he was probably preparing a corresponding database based on the information obtained from the "debate"?

After observing the Preservator for a while and confirming that even she couldn't completely understand its structure in a short time, Christen turned around and walked to a corner of the room.

Ernst and Holheim were both there.

The former sat in the corner with a headache, propping up his legs and burying his head in them, looking like he had a "headache, do not disturb" expression.

Holhaia, sitting beside him with her tail curled up, propped her chin up with one hand and stared intently at Ernst without saying a word, seemingly doing nothing.

Moreover, for some reason, Christensen always had a premonition that Horhaya might spit her tongue at any moment.

Did she see Ernst as prey?

Christensen was somewhat bewildered; the idea was rather inexplicable. Moreover, upon closer inspection of Horhaya, the feeling she had just experienced seemed to have vanished, so she didn't take it seriously.

What intrigued her more was their unusual behavior. What was wrong? Had their "debate" been too direct and hurtful, making them uncomfortable?

But no matter what, passing the "debate" is a great thing, right? The Preservator, in terms of its form of existence, the materials it uses, and the level of technology it represents, completely overwhelms the modern civilization of Terra. He himself said that to the Terrans, he is almost omniscient and omnipotent.

What are you waiting for? Go claim your prize!

Kristen doesn't have any obsessive-compulsive tendencies; the idea of ​​"not accepting conclusions not reached by oneself" doesn't apply to her. She spent a fortune hiring Mariam to roam all sorts of strange and wonderful places throughout Terra, precisely to find the relics of these ancient civilizations so she could access and acquire their heritage.

Now that she's finally found it and passed the test, she can't wait to...

"Ernst, Holheimer, have you asked your questions yet?"

she asked.

Holhaya shook her head, and Ernst replied in a muffled voice, "Not yet."

"You actually came all this way just to wait for me?"

Christen raised an eyebrow.

"Let's go ask now."

Ernst raised his head slightly, glancing at Christen with somewhat tired eyes.

Wow, Golden Retriever, you're so energetic!

He sighed softly, struggled to his feet, dusted himself off, and shook his head, saying: Two

"I don't have many questions for now. You go ahead and ask."

Ernst wasn't really without questions; he just couldn't bring himself to ask them now.

Whether it's the previous civilization, his own past, or his identity as the "Originium of Originium," what Ernst has heard so far is only Precys's side of the story. He desperately needs more information to compare and fill in the gaps and loopholes in the information.

However, these issues cannot be revealed to Horhaya and Christen for the time being.

Especially Christensen.

Firstly, to be honest, even if they knew, they couldn't help much. Telling them would only replicate the pressure and distribute it elsewhere; it wouldn't relieve his stress at all. Moreover, if they, including Vina and the others left behind in Sherag, knew about this, Ernst might be hampered when faced with a choice in some extreme future circumstances.

Secondly, Christensen was too reckless.

Why did he choose to accompany her to this underground ruin? Wasn't it because he was afraid that if she came alone, what kind of earth-shattering surprise could her extraordinary wisdom possibly bring him?

Although things have progressed to this point, none of the events that followed the ruins were within Ernst's expectations, the only consolation was that he had indeed managed to defend against Christensen.

She didn't do any work, and she was incredibly well-behaved during the "debate."

This is the only positive outcome today. Ernst isn't crazy enough to personally deliver another "bomb" to Christensen at this point.

Who knows what strange ideas the nimble dogs in the mountains will come up with after learning about these things?

Ernst didn't want to think about it, nor dared to, so he decided to forget about it.

Anyway, he still has a chance; it won't be long before he comes back here again. IV.

At that time, they will come with the Tin Man and the President.

The tin man was easier to talk to than Kristen; once he realized this was a sensitive topic, he would leave on his own. As for His Excellency the President, to be honest, Ernst, as the first person to point out his "treasure" identity, felt that he probably didn't know much either.

Otherwise, he should have realized that the "treasure" could not actually help him much. In fact, because he had no memories of the previous civilization, Ernst could not even keep the president company, sit on the high bird perch, and talk to him about the past.

Of course, for Ernst, having the President confirm his identity was indeed advantageous. After all, the President was the undisputed boss of Colombia, and the power he could wield was on a completely different level compared to Ernst's. If a tacit cooperative relationship could be established, even if it couldn't be openly acknowledged, he would still be a legitimate "covert ally."

It's not the stuff that the neighbor came up with to whitewash their image.

However, to his surprise, after he indicated that "no questions were needed," Horhaya immediately followed suit:

"I don't need it either."

"What I wanted to know, I already learned in the debate."

She turned her head and glanced at Ernst, her smile becoming even more meaningful.

She already knew the origins of the feathered serpent clan's twisted history. Having cast aside the influence of her ancestors' whispers, she also understood her true inner thoughts. So, what else did she need to ask?

Admittedly, even now, the physical pain caused by this rebellious mentality still exists, but Horhaya accepts it willingly.

She could no longer tolerate that behavior that forcibly distorted her thoughts. So be it, let it hurt.

Someone will save you anyway. Just be patient.

Snakes will wait patiently before hunting.

Christensen was completely baffled, but judging from the expressions of Ens and Holhaya, they were clearly not joking.

Such a good opportunity, how could we not take advantage of it?

With a slightly regretful sigh, Christensen shrugged and walked towards the [Preserver].

"【Preservator】, I'm here to ask a question."

A red light flashed on the Preservator's watch case: "Don't make a sound, I'm thinking."

Christensen: "?"

"You went back on your word?"

The light on the [Preserver] suddenly went out for a moment, as if its thoughts had paused briefly, before it lit up again, returning to calm.

"No, I wasn't. I was just busy."

He looked at Kristen in front of him, then glanced at Ernst and Holheimia, who were still standing in the corner and hadn't followed, and asked in surprise:

"Don't they ask?"

Christen shrugged.

The keeper gave a thoughtful "hmm," then said:

"Then ask away. I always keep my word. What do you want to know?"

Christensen uttered the question she had pondered for a long time:

How can we achieve manned spaceflight?

"Your Excellency President, what's wrong?"

Standing outside the stasis chamber, the Tin Man felt a vibration at his waist and quickly removed the keychain. Before he could even put it down, Mark Max jumped down on his own.

The petite Mark Max looked up at the enormous building before him, his eyes filled with awe and nostalgia.

He was not part of Trevor Friston's "Preserver Survival Project." He was just an AI created by his father and left on this land. Compared to the PRTS left on Rhodes Island—the ship of the Prophet—his survival was more of a coincidence.

Even though he never told anyone, Mark Max had never seen his father since he was born.

Trevor Friston has entered the stasis chamber, transforming into the immobile "Preserver".

But Mark Max never questioned Friston, nor did he harbor any resentment or dissatisfaction towards his creator. He understood all the sacrifices his father had made for civilization, and he also understood his own unappreciated situation.

However, these things did not shake the AI; instead, they became its motivation.

After being found and reactivated by Melander Selene, who led Colombia to victory in the War of Independence, he had been waiting for the day when he could stand in front of the stasis institute and report his achievements to his father, the great Trevor Friston.

He still had many shortcomings, he believed so, but he was finally no longer going to disappoint his father.

Because, although he has not yet succeeded in seizing all the truth and turning Columbia into Terra's sword and shield, he has found the "treasure" and brought it to his father.

He should be happy about this, after all, in his limited database of information about his father, his father also affirmed this point—the “treasure” is the key to salvation.

Mark Max felt that if he could meet Trevor Friston right now, given his current computing power, he definitely wouldn't be able to say a single word.

Before I can speak, tears stream down my face.

A mechanical body cannot shed tears, and Friston can hardly say whether he possesses real, rather than simulated, emotions such as joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.

Therefore, the horned, feathered beast that ruled the country merely bowed slightly, in a posture that was very likely to cause it to lose its balance, and bowed deeply to the tightly closed door to express its respect, longing, and loyalty.