People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

This time, Precys couldn't keep the smile on his face.

She pursed her lips and turned her head away.

Ernst sighed softly.

Precyth, or rather the entire pre-civilization, seemed to be quite sentimental. Ernst had already sensed this from the moment he met the [Preserver]—or rather, when he confirmed Kal'tsit's identity.

Kal'tsit is a very emotional person, even though she always pretends to be "very rational".

A rational person wouldn't befriend a Sarkaz demon lord and help him achieve his dream of world peace, even if that demon lord were dead and still clinging to her ideals, to help an underage Katarina heir.

Ernst was not lacking in emotional intelligence. Even though Precys pretended to be indifferent, he could still sense some of her subtle emotions between the lines.

At times, he could actually empathize with Precys.

Who doesn't wake up one day to find themselves facing a completely unfamiliar world?

Whether it's the Creator or "Amber," they are all just passersby to the Terra of today. The difference is that Ernst has tried his best to integrate into this world and build new bonds, while Precys remains steadfastly in place.

In a way, Ernst was lucky, because with each of his rebirths, he never remembered what happened the previous time. For him, there was only ever a second chance. As for Precys, she had seen far too many.

Ernst, aside from the previous civilization, still has family members like Enciodes, Enya, and Encia, as well as the patriarch Yeragand, and many, many friends and partners. But what about Precys?

The four doctors have lost their memories. Ernst's memories are like dust that she herself wiped away.

No one knows what Precyth was thinking when she did all this, except herself.

But now it seems she's probably not feeling well.

After thinking for a moment, Ernst offered some words of comfort:

"Maybe I was so blinded by the flashbangs you and the Doctor set off back then that I'm retaliating with this kind of entrance?"

The right way to comfort someone isn't by saying "I understand you." People's joys and sorrows aren't truly shared; others will only find your feigned empathy laughable.

Subtly changing the subject and talking about something seemingly related and happy can distract someone and make them feel better.

After all, that was a tragedy from tens of thousands of years ago, and even if Precys was unwilling to accept it, he should have gotten used to it by now.

Sure enough, Priscilla closed his eyes, composed himself, turned his head, and asked somewhat awkwardly, with a hint of lingering bitterness in his voice:

"Did the [Preservator] tell you this?"

"Hmm." Ernst nodded.

This time, Trevor Friston wasn't wronged! He was the one who told Ernst about Precy's relationship with the Doctor!

Ernst at most considered what he would do if he were bombarded with flashbangs!

Precyth, if you're looking for trouble, go find the Preservator!

Seeing that Precys wanted to explain further, Ernst quickly changed the subject.

Catching up with a familiar stranger is something that can happen anytime, but Ernst specifically sought out Precyth for something else.

"Prismus, how far has the Originium Project progressed?"

"Ernst asked. Precys paused slightly, pouted with a hint of regret, and still replied:

"More data samples are needed."

That's all the content; there's nothing else.

The underlying logic of Originium is very sound, and the information storage in the artificial amber is also very successful so far. She has even significantly lowered the technical barrier required to use Originium!

This usage doesn't mean indiscriminately burning Originium as fuel like the Terrans. It means extracting information and constructing reality, like the Witch King and Teresia.

The Witch King and Theresa's level was already considered the pinnacle in Terra, but compared to the previous civilizations, the gap was still too great.

If it weren't for concerns about a civilizational break that might lead to future humans obtaining Originium but being unable to use it, and thus drastically lowering the usage standards, Originium might initially have been designed to be usable only when it reached the technological level of human civilization!

In summary, what the Originium Project is currently lacking is the data on Originium itself.

It's no exaggeration to say that, given the goal of outlasting the logging technology, the data for a single planet is as scarce as trying to deduce the composition of the entire ocean from a single drop of water!

Ernst actually knew this, but he still asked the question:

"Is it okay if we don't destroy Terra?"

The universe is so vast, can't we just leave Terra intact? Can't we just let the Originium resources expand freely to other places?

This problem had been troubling Ernst for a long time.

Theoretically speaking, there shouldn't be any problem.

But Precys provided an answer:

"No."

"There's something watching outside."

"Originium hasn't been developed yet, so we can't deal with those for the time being."

She didn't continue. Because there was no need to say the second half of her sentence.

If Originium is to develop, it will have no choice but to swallow Terra.

It's that simple.

Ernst didn't press the matter further. Precyth had no reason to deceive himself on such a question, since he simply couldn't understand it.

Moreover, how could Ernst not know whether there was something watching from the outside?

Putting aside everything else, demons can affect the Originium industry, which is not yet fully developed. The instruments made from Originium will be made strange and bizarre by demons. Christensen has already proven this with her own experience in the accident at the Dome Research Station.

Slightly swollen zhUANQUN:怡阾七熝=宜☆驷 sighed, Ernst did not try to "persuade" Precys.

She is sentimental, so she definitely won't agree to Ernst's request.

Because, in a sense, carrying out the Originium Project was a request that my "treasure" era self made to Prismes at the cost of his life! It was also humanity's hope!

The weight is quite heavy.

Ernst would not bring up the matter again with Precyth until he found a solution that would satisfy both sides.

Taking a deep breath, Ernst asked:

"A Terran person wants to see you. Are you interested?"

"Who?"

Precys frowned.

"A little lamb? Or that succubus who resorts to underhanded tricks?"

Succubus?

Ernst was slightly taken aback, not immediately understanding who Precys was referring to. Did Terra have such a race? He could only honestly reply:

"Let's consider the Witch King as a lamb for now."

“Oh.” Precyth was clearly uninterested, but for Ernst’s sake, she nodded. “Let him come out. I’d like to talk to him alone.”

Ernst raised an eyebrow and chose the default option.

Let's talk. Anyway, the Witch King is dead.

Trust is mutual. Precys helped him once, and Ernst reciprocated by trusting her so she wouldn't cause any trouble.

He opened the box on the table and took out the Witch King's horn.

Seemingly having waited for a long time, before Ernst could speak, the Wizard King's horn emitted a dark red light, revealing the Wizard King's phantom image.

The Witch King was still hiding his true abilities. When Helena was present, he only communicated with Ernst through telepathy, seemingly unable to interfere with reality. But clearly, this was just a disguise.

This old silver coin, who has been an emperor for over a hundred years, has countless schemes and tricks up his sleeve. Ernst even suspects that he might have some trump card for resurrection that he hasn't used yet, and that he might "return like lightning" one day!

The phantom slowly solidified into reality. The Witch King opened his eyes, glanced around the room, and finally fixed his gaze on Precyth.

"Are you the creator?"

He spoke in some disbelief.

Clearly, the godisagirl incident had a significant impact on him.

Moreover, the Creator is not depicted as wearing indescribably ornate armor and sitting on a golden throne overlooking all living beings, which does indeed contradict some "stereotypes".

Ultimately, why do people develop stereotypes about a creator they've never seen?

Fortunately, he quickly adjusted his state and walked towards Precyth, who had instantly transformed from a girl next door into a taciturn, aloof, and cold older sister, while revealing the staff in his hand.

Ernst ignored him and silently walked out of the room. In the corridor, he lit a "Flame" cigarette that he had taken from the Grand Tutor.

This was the first time he had lit a cigarette since he transmigrated, but he didn't exhale any smoke; instead, he coughed from the smoke.

However, this slight embarrassment was quickly drowned out by the bleating sounds coming from inside the room.

Ernst shrugged after taking a puff of smoke after killing "Flame."

No zuo no die (meaning you recklessly court disaster).

"Thanks to Shaun the Sheep for the voice acting."

Chapter 806 Otto the Sheep

When Ernst re-entered the room, it had become quiet.

Precy sat on the edge of the bed, a sheep lying at her feet. At first glance, it did indeed resemble the world-famous painting of Jesus touching the lamb.

The Creator raised his head, turned his gaze to Ernst, and shrugged slightly.

Ernst was starting to regret it; he'd been a bit too hasty in choking Yanzi. Otherwise, he could have taken a deep breath and made a "Don't bother me, I'm thinking" meme right now.

I've traversed Terra, battling demons in the heavens and slamming sea monsters into the ocean. Creators and their friends? I've chatted and laughed with them; what scene haven't I witnessed?

I've never seen this scene before!

After carefully examining the little lamb lying on the ground, Ernst finally couldn't resist his curiosity and asked:

"So, what did you do to the Witch King?"

Precys shrugged:

"He told me very seriously that he wanted to witness the true nature of Originium. So I showed it to him."

"How can one see the whole picture from a small part when one is in the midst of it? I stripped away the influence of Originium on him, allowing him to return to his original state."

"How about it?"

Well, that's not a very good answer.

Ernst grinned, looking at the "Witch King" who raised his head and bleated, wanting to laugh but unable to quite manage it.

"No zuo no die," Ernst knew from the moment the boy pulled out his staff at Precyth that the kid was probably beyond saving.

When Ernst heard the bleating from the room, he thought the Witch King had been beaten and awakened his feminine instincts! Now it seemed the situation was more serious than that; it wasn't just a simple awakening of his feminine instincts, but a direct beating that revealed his true nature!

It feels like the art style suddenly jumped to that of the TV series "Journey to the West"!

However, this also reminded Ernst of something.

Precys's control over Originium, and the things that Originium can truly accomplish, far exceeded his imagination.

At least, before meeting Otto the sheep, Ernst never imagined that Precythia could be even more terrifying than the evil old society, turning people directly into animals.

He hissed, then decided it wasn't wise to appear too gloating, and instead asked:

"Can he turn back?"

Precys countered:

"Sure, but is it necessary?"

For her, changing the size of animals anywhere is almost a piece of cake. Perhaps in her eyes, these small animals are really just small animals.

The difference lies only in that some animals are obedient and can be kept as pets, while others are disobedient and need to be eliminated. Some domesticated cats have run away and mingled with wild animals, even hissing at their owners; these cats need to be treated with utmost care.

If Ernst asked, she could certainly turn the Witch King back; she could even truly "resurrect" him. It was simply a matter of creating a body using Originium; changing bodies was child's play for prehistoric civilizations.

"Can he understand what we're saying now?"

Ernst pointed to Otto the sheep, who bleated, answering before Precys could.

It seems you can understand.

The body has changed, but the mind remains the same. The all-knowing detective... cough cough, wrong show! The omnipotent Great Wizard King, Otto the Sheep! Clearly full of energy!

He propped himself up, clearly not used to walking on four legs, and wobbled over to Ernst, kicking Ernst's arm with his hoof and bleating at Precyth.