People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

His pupils shifted toward Ernst.

"You should have already dealt with Heaven's Pivot, right?"

The pivot of heaven?

Ernst was certain he had never heard of the name.

But he was able to deduce what Trevor Friston was talking about from the clues.

He hadn't come into contact with many pre-civilization relics; if you had to include Kal'tsit, there were really only two. Compared to Kal'tsit's riddle-like operation skills, which she had somehow learned, and her secretive nature, the other pre-civilization relic, which he simply called the "Extinction Order"—the Lateran underground "Law" mainframe—clearly left a deeper impression on him.

Furthermore, Kristen also stated that the reason she was able to discover the underground stasis chamber was because when Project Stars crossed the isolation layer and she went to Lateran to translate that recording, Mariam of the Kococo intercepted that mysterious signal near Tremont.

Therefore, the "paradise fulcrum" mentioned by the "survivors of zero" is almost certainly the "extermination order."

"The supercomputer mainframe beneath Laterano?"

You can call it a computer host, that's fine too.

The custodian seemed somewhat speechless at Ernst's description, but offered no rebuttal; instead, they expressed their gratitude.

"Your decision not to choose YES gives Terra, civilization, and us more hope. Thank you."

“However, Ernst, I want you to know that mere destruction is not the only function of the Heavenly Pivot. Ed has put a great deal of effort into it; it is his life’s work, and it can do much more.”

“For example?” Ernst asked tentatively.

The keeper's meaningful reply:

"For example, jurisdiction."

"Did you know that there is a saying in our civilization: 'Our greatest weapon is ourselves'?"

"Our civilization once traversed the stars, and every individual has transcended the basic flesh and blood. Our consciousness can be uploaded and resurrected an infinite number of times in countless places. Take Precys, for example. What she enjoys most is the story of how the prophet pulled her out of a dying star. We're all tired of hearing this story, but she tells it to you every day."

"At my age, I've already started a family and established a career, so I can't really appreciate the romance of those young people. But I want you to know that romance is in the story, while reality is that even if the dying words of a star have some earth-shattering power, for Prisus it's nothing more than the destruction of a shell. It doesn't matter at all."

"We ourselves are the most powerful weapon."

[The Preservator] paused, waiting for Ernst to process the preceding description, before continuing:

"And the true function of the Heavenly Pivot is to govern. To unify human wisdom, command human power, and rule the hearts of men."

"In the hands of authoritarians, it is a magic weapon for achieving dystopia; in the hands of democrats, it is a treasure for implementing absolute democracy. The Terran civilization's use of it is just a drop in the ocean."

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Well, it was yet another technology beyond his imagination. Although he had seen it several times, heard about it several times, and even had a life-or-death connection with one of them, he still couldn't help but be amazed.

This is the ancient civilization, magnificent and beautiful, even in its final days, it was still able to build such a "miracle".

However, he also realized that the [Preserver] had gone off-topic.

Wasn't I asking about Priscilla? How did we end up talking about the Pivot of Heaven?

No, he did mention Prismus.

Ernst realized something, his lips twitched, and he rolled his eyes at Trevor Friston.

Good grief, you're secretly talking behind people's backs, aren't you?

So, was Presence always swooning over me? Was there a Tiga from a previous civilization? Are you kidding me?

Ernst was somewhat stunned; he suddenly gained a completely new and profound understanding of his initial despair and exhaustion.

If you were in a post-apocalyptic environment, knowing nothing and having to endure increasingly painful experiments every day, and finally getting a break only to have to listen to your lab technician/friend—a person with extremely complex emotions—showing off their love in front of you, wouldn't you feel desperate?

At that time, Ernst had to bear the pressure of the impending apocalypse, the self-blame for having no skills, the pain of the amber experiment, and the anger of frantically receiving flashes!

"I'm really amazing. In this environment, I feel like I'd be a god if I didn't go crazy. I actually managed to look quite dignified."

After silently reflecting on his own situation, Ernst did not ask any further questions about Precys's personal circumstances.

The only way the Preservator can criticize Prissis is from this perspective, which actually explains the issue quite a bit. She probably wasn't a "bad person," at least not when the previous civilization still existed.

As for now, it's hard to say for sure, and the Zero Preserver isn't sure either. Perhaps from the perspective of the previous civilization, she is a saint who insists on the Originium Project, but for the Terrans, turning everyone into stone is obviously not a good ending.

Different stances, one's hero is another's enemy; let's set aside right and wrong for now.

He wanted to talk more about Project Originium.

The custodian didn't even try to conceal it.

“I don’t know how much Precys talked to you about yourself. But you should be more or less aware of some of the issues by now, right?”

Ernst nodded.

He realized it, of course he realized it.

Just like he just complained.

Every tiny detail revealed by the previous civilization filled him with uncontrollable astonishment. Even with only a glimpse, Ernst could still form a somewhat imperfect imagination of the previous civilization's overall splendor and magnificence.

But Terra doesn't seem like a pre-civilization at all.

“Levy is a friend of mine, and I might introduce you to him sometime in the future. He once complained to me about something.”

"Ursus is like a Russian language that has evolved over time."

"English is considered in the world to be an Old Victorian language with a distinctive accent."

"And there are the extinct countries on this land, the language of Gaul, which they call Esperanto, but it is actually similar to French."

"But the language that the previous civilization used when you, and even Lord Mark Max, referred to my treasure, and the language I heard in that cosmic recording, is not any known language, or rather, any language I know, right?"

[The Preservator] Trevor Friston affirmed, using a pre-civilizational language:

"(Unknown language) Yes."

Ernst took a deep breath, but still couldn't suppress the complex emotions in his heart:

"So, the Terrans can understand English, French, Russian, and Chinese. They use all sorts of terms, nouns, symbols, and images that should no longer exist in your era and civilization, but they just can't understand the language of the [pre-civilization] that the Originium Creators should be able to understand, right?"

"(In standard Victorian) Yes."

"And those languages ​​I've never heard before, like Kjerag, which I don't understand at all and have been learning since childhood, is that thanks to that self-proclaimed 'linguist' Precys? Is it their part?"

"(Sherragh) Yes."

Ernst swallowed hard.

"Therefore, it was the so-called Originium that shaped this land."

The Preservator nodded slowly:

"Your message has shaped this land."

【The Originium Stones】: Using Ernst's body, Precys and the Prophet crafted three primordial amber stones.

Ernst had always been curious: since Precyth and the Prophet created three of their own amber pieces, where did he put his original natural amber shell?

According to Precys's own account, his physical body, if placed in a cultivation novel, could be considered some kind of ancient demonic body or emperor's body, something mystical and indestructible, impervious to all laws. There's no reason why it should just disappear like that, right?

Then, recalling Levy's past criticisms of him, he had this question.

Why is it that the information inside man-made amber created by a pre-civilization doesn't seem to represent a glorious and splendid pre-civilization, but rather resembles the information of human civilization still on Earth?

Is it more like Ernst's hometown?

Even in various places, there are some stereotypes about different countries?

Now, the Preservator has answered its question.

Q: How do you make a piece of chocolate?

A: Buy a piece of chocolate from the supermarket, melt it, put it into a mold you made yourself, add your own ingredients, and finally, wait for it to solidify.

I've kept some of the original ingredients so you can see what this new chocolate is actually made of.

Ernst really wanted to ask Precys at that moment:

"Did you do it on purpose or accidentally?"

Chapter 646 Mark Max, I pledge my allegiance to you

Every cause has its effect; the connections between all things in the world are far more complex than ordinary people imagine.

A butterfly flapping its wings in the rainforest of Sargon could stir up a hurricane on the land of the East. How much more so Ernst, a being from a pre-civilization era.

As the de facto origin of Terran civilization, Ernst could not imagine the extent to which the prehistoric civilization had reached. Ernst even felt that Trevor Friston, the Preservator, himself would find it difficult to give a concrete description.

"You can't see the true face of Mount Lu because you're standing in the mountain." This is similar to Ernst's past life when he witnessed countless accounts of China: civilizations disguised as nations, ancient Chinese empires—praise and slander alike, far too many. And pre-civilizations, compared to a single nation, are far, far larger.

It traversed the vast cosmos, waging war and conquest, to unify the world into one nation—this is its glory.

When a neighbor is at their wit's end and resorts to desperate measures to survive, this is also a form of decline.

In any case, the interplay of various causes and effects has ultimately led to this situation—a group of people struggling to survive have created a civilization that is both plausible and improbable.

Chienster didn't know what to say.

Sixth, he really wanted to use that mysterious and profound tone to express some high-end, sophisticated, and classy things, but that was just pretentious mystification.

He didn't know how Originium worked. Even if it did influence this land little by little based on the information it left behind, it must have incorporated a lot of "private ideas" from previous civilizations.

It is obvious that Precys and the Prophet made a huge contribution to the research on Originium, because with the limited information preserved by Ernst alone, it would be questionable whether they could even create Kjerag, let alone shape the entire planet.

The chocolate had a lot of other seasonings added, good or bad, I don't know, but after it solidified, the chocolate almost turned into a mixed nuts filling.

After much thought, the only thing he could truly express his feelings about was this:

"Looks like my taste isn't bad after all."

Putting aside everything else, the people of Terra are at least quite good-looking. The young people are all handsome men and beautiful women, and at the very least, they're all normal-looking; you rarely see anyone who's exceptionally ugly.

Previously, he could only pay homage to the legendary Originium cosmetic mod designers, Ms. Precys and Mr. Prophet. Now, he can even praise himself as well.

Not bad.

However, on the other hand, the people of Terra are all so focused on their careers and climbing the social ladder, yet they seem less interested in romance and love. Is this perhaps because...

Ernst quickly shook his head.

He was probably overthinking it. After receiving the [Preserver's] reply, he became a bit suspicious.

Even if there really is a reason for "information leakage", what was leaked should not be their own, but rather the private property of the previous civilization!

It's the end of the world where they are; they don't have time for romance. All they're thinking about is how to survive!

You're right, aren't you, Priscilla?

Ernst: ""

Right, is that right?

Thinking of Precyth, who was frantically throwing flashbangs at himself from the mouth of the Preservator, Ernst fell into deep self-doubt.

Fortunately, his brainstorming session didn't last too long.

Mark Max, who arrived late and didn't dare to interrupt Trevor Friston's narration, finally took advantage of the moment when Trevor Friston finished speaking and Ernst was processing the information to insert himself into the conversation.

"Father!"

Mark Max’s voice trembled as he spread his wings, trying to embrace the large eyeball in front of him.

The Preservator was startled by this sudden enthusiasm and quickly retreated, leaving only Mark Max's somewhat small and desolate figure behind.

"Father!"

Mark Max seemed to have suffered a great blow and let out a pitiful wail.

A loud shout woke Ernst up.

"Father?"

Ernst looked at Mark Max and Trevor Friston with amusement. Trevor Friston, however, showed even greater confusion in his large eyes. He looked Mark Max up and down before asking in bewilderment:

Who is your father?

Mark Max explained hesitantly:

"I am the terminal you personally created before you became the [Preservator], you are my father!"

"Oh--"

Trevor Friston drawled out an "oh."

Ernst knew this was a recollection.