People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Choosing sides is an art. Italy managed to become a victorious nation by doing this time and time again. Ernst, as a seasoned and well-trained soldier, was a master of this trick!

If you stand up now, it's still a case of "a wise man submits to circumstances," and you still have the right to stand up. But if you still want to stand up later, then it will be like "you don't know you're wrong, you know you're going to die."

Besides, this didn't violate his bottom line. He was just using past connections to ask for a favor. Where did Ernst come from? In a typical society based on personal connections, there was no shortage of people asking for favors or being asked for favors. Ernst had seen it all. He wasn't some political maverick; he had done it all. A true man can bend and stretch. In the process of climbing the ladder, as long as he didn't betray his country's interests or violate organizational discipline and laws, it was just a matter of losing face.

He can afford to lose face!

Theresa glanced at Priscilla furtively.

Precys was actually stunned and stood there, momentarily at a loss for what to do.

Sarkaz exclamation words, actually useful?!

Chapter 860 What Bad Things Did Theresa Do? (mp3)

Victoria, Londinium, The Shard.

The weather was slightly cool, and the cold wind carried the smell of gunpowder. Subtle but deadly Originium contamination was hidden in the air, burying the crystallized disease deep within the body with every breath.

At the top of the tower, a brown-haired human scientist lowered his head slightly, pursed his lips, and stared at Felin in front of him, looking as if he had something to say but couldn't say it. This made the boy's face turn slightly embarrassed.

Ernst was right.

Precys couldn't refuse the request, or rather, she couldn't refuse anyone's request.

Was the Originium Project really that important to Priscilla? Not necessarily. What Priscilla truly cared about was the Doctor, the "treasure," old friends, and feelings.

In the original Nine timeline 4, even after bringing Doctor 2 and others into the Originium III internal universe, PriZero Seth did not take any extreme measures.

Instead, she fully considered the doctor's thoughts and questions, and showed him the possibility of Originium with examples.

Within the internalized universe, she restored the information of Frostnova and Patriot, who had already died, filling in all the regrets the Doctor had felt since his awakening, and presenting it all to him. She chose to let the Doctor choose: whether to believe in the faint hope of Kal'tsit and the Terrans, or to believe that she and the Originium could bring about a better ending.

She even made it clear to the doctor that she wouldn't mind not deleting his save file if he wanted to.

You can continue playing Civilization 10086 with your animal friends on this land, but you need to prioritize and ensure that the Originium Project can ultimately provide a safety net.

But the doctor refused, believing that the "Froststar" was fake.

Is a person who possesses all the "information" of the original, whose way of thinking and acting is exactly the same, and who is no different from the original in any way, considered fake?

This is a matter of opinion.

But at least, if they were prophets from prehistoric times, they wouldn't think they were fake.

Since Originium is essentially artificial amber that stores information, if one believes that the information stored within it, after surviving a crisis and being restored, will make them no longer themselves, then this plan would be rejected from the very beginning.

It was precisely because the prophet recognized the uniqueness of "amber" in preserving complete information from the very beginning that he and Precys led Project Originium.

Ancient civilizations only valued information, or more bluntly, they only valued "core information." As long as their "soul" was not altered, their outward appearance, no matter how many bodies they changed into, how many forms they took, or how many civilizations they went through, remained the same.

Height, weight, age, gender—none of these matter to them. They don't care; they can upload their consciousness at any time and then simply change the medium.

This doesn't prevent them from remaining consistent.

But the doctor rejected this concept, which, to some extent, is the negative consequence of having one's memories erased.

All the knowledge he learned, the trials he experienced, the skills he accumulated, the values ​​he developed, and his rich, multifaceted, and three-dimensional personality were destroyed.

Q: What kind of creature acts solely on instinct?

A: A fool whose innate innocence remains unchanged, or an unevolved animal.

The Doctor, no longer a prophet, fulfills both of the above conditions to some extent. You can't expect someone who knows nothing to be wise; he may be tall, but his mind might be that of an eight-year-old! You also can't expect Terra to teach the Doctor much; after all, terrestrial civilizations have gone astray, their humanities are a complete mess, and compared to prehistoric civilizations, the gap is indescribable.

In other words, the Doctor himself was quite capable, and when the data was deleted, it was probably just moved to the recycle bin and not cleared in time, so his memories have been showing a tendency to recover. Not long after waking up, he realized many things and even remembered the name "Prisus".

This is enough to show how memorable the name was to him.

But regardless, Precys' efforts at the time failed.

During this process, it is worth noting that Precys never mentioned "Project Originium" or "the responsibilities you bear".

She only cared about the feelings of the person in front of her from beginning to end.

To some extent, she never intended to have any kind of ghost battle with Theresa or pull her hair. Of course, she must have had some feelings about it, so Theresa did not appear in that little "showcase".

The same applies to collection now.

In So's timeline, she didn't bring Theresa because she didn't want the Doctor to see the person who destroyed his memories again.

Q. And here, she allowed Theresa to witness all of this out of pride in being human.

Quentin is far more complex than you imagine; he is a unique "treasure," and you know absolutely nothing about him! The only person here who knows him best is me!

Don't even think about deleting it a second time!

Even she hadn't expected Ernst to be so decisive.

After a brief moment of confusion, a complex and helpless smile appeared on Precys's face:

"You're still exactly the same as before."

Precys recalled the last time she met the "treasure".

Before that experiment, she explained the results to "Treasure" and clarified that "reincarnation" was a possibility, and she could not guarantee that the theory was correct.

After all, there was no other "treasure" to serve as a comparison.

At that moment, Yi, already dressed up, with his hair styled like a leader and wearing an old-fashioned Zhongshan suit, shook his head at him and said something he thought was very handsome:

"A great man must die, but his death may be as light as a feather or as heavy as Mount Tai."

In fact, for Prissis, Mount Tai is not necessarily heavy, nor is a feather necessarily light. If we were to give an example, using the measurement Ernst could understand, it would be best to use descriptions such as "either heavier than a black hole" or "lighter than a neutrino." But at that time, "Treasure" had already criticized her countless times, telling her not to use that set of scientific thinking to interpret the ancient "idioms" he used.

So this time, Precys remembered, and she didn't correct her.

The prophet had a final conversation with the "treasure," and he asked:

"How about we use a code name that only you and I can understand? After we take your body, you may resurrect in a form that we don't recognize."

“Treasure” shook his head.

He is very tired.

He forced a smile and waved his hand dismissively:

"Then there's no need. If the experiment succeeds and we survive the lumberjacks' era, then we'll meet again someday."

"We'll definitely be able to be friends then."

The prophet smiled: "Are you so sure?"

"Treasure" confidently straightened his tie:

"I have a knack for making friends with people."

“While you, the Prophet, are not easy to understand, I can read Presy’s mind at a glance.”

"I'm sure I'll be able to get along with her. Once I know her, it's practically the same as knowing you, isn't it?"

As he spoke, his gaze swept over Precyth and the prophet, and he teased them with a hint of resentment:

When did you two ever separate?

As it turns out, the "treasure" was not lying.

He could see right through her thoughts and weaknesses at a glance, and he grasped them with ease.

Should Priscilla be angry or relieved?

As a scientist from a super-civilization, she did seem a bit lacking in prestige, completely lacking the "unfathomable" aura of a creator.

But it's not that she can't do it, it's just that she doesn't want to.

Who would pretend to be mysterious and tell riddles in front of their best friend, trying to create an unapproachable persona for themselves?

Making friends with someone like that would be exhausting.

[The Preservator] is old-fashioned and somewhat rigid. Ed is impatient and has low emotional intelligence. Because of the "treasure" incident, there has always been a subtle distance between them. And the prophet is unlucky again.

She qQUn: Ba Di ≈…2 The only person who can truly maintain a relationship with her now is “treasure” Ernst.

Thinking of this, Precys glared at Theresa again.

I'm so angry!

Despite her anger, she eventually lowered her gaze.

[God] doesn't get angry at small animals; Ernst's statement, "I am a Terran now," did indeed influence her.

"I can promise you."

She took a deep breath and said slowly.

"But I also have a condition."

Ernst breathed a slight sigh of relief: "Go ahead."

"I want your no."

Precys abruptly stopped mid-sentence.

Ernst looked at her with some confusion.

He actually guessed what Precys was going to say.

It's still a matter of the soul.

But to be honest, now that he has a general understanding of what kind of person Precys is, he is not as resistant as he used to be.

Of course, he couldn't just give up his soul right now, lest it seem like he was making a deal with the devil.

If Precyth makes this offer, he will agree and then set a time limit.

The time limit is after one's own death.

Consider it as signing a "body and organ donation agreement." Becoming a glorious cadaver teacher is a contribution to the development and progress of all mankind.

Maybe they'll even save the world.

To reiterate, he won't lose much, but Project Originium might actually save everyone he cares about.

But Precys suddenly stopped talking, looked at Ernst and pursed her lips:

"It's easy for people to misunderstand me if I say it like that. I thought about it after I went back last time, but I'm not very good at speaking."

"So, let's change it. Treasure, please go and awaken the prophet and the doctor."

"He is also in charge of the Originium Project. When he sees the current state of Originium, he will understand where the problem lies. He will explain it to you then."

Ernst nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

Precys's words were essentially meaningless, but Ernst gleaned something from them to some extent.

Her desire for the soul seems to be more complex than it appears. Is it simply about restoring the Doctor's erased memories? Or is it that Project Originium is truly missing something?

But the problem is...

Ernst clicked his tongue, looked at Precyth, and asked in a soul-searching manner:

"Then let me ask you, let me ask you, is it even possible for a PhD these days to know about this?"

Priscilla: "Uh"

The next second, the two turned their heads in unison, casting their sharp gazes at the Sarkaz Demon Lord, who was gradually transforming into the cauldron of this world.

Theresa: "Mine."

PS: Chapter 854 is the number of chapters that weren't split into volumes in my backend; I don't know how I copied it over.

Chapter 861 People Trapped in History Look Down

Theresa's feelings were complicated.

From her perspective, she didn't actually do anything wrong; she was always playing her best.

From a roadside tailor to a royal tailor, from an ordinary demon lord to a Sarkaz who has conducted the most in-depth research on the Black Crown and Originium in ten thousand years, from the perspective of a Terran, Theresa has achieved the ultimate.

Protecting the nation, seeking peace, fighting civil war, modifying Originium—there are many in this world who are not as good as her, but few who are better than her. In the past, only the Doctor could understand her to some extent.

With the most limited resources, she achieved the most amazing feat—trading one person for one and taking away a former civilization's "creator." No exaggeration, her record is verifiable!

Regardless of how this decision is evaluated in later generations, it was definitely a "subordinate overthrow" that rewrote the history of Terra!

Look at those who have access to vast amounts of resources, and what have they actually done?

Victoria squandered its first-mover advantage through endless internal strife, Yan suffered the turmoil of internal and external troubles alone while closing itself off from the world, and Ursus used most of the technological advancements brought by archaeology on war, failing to develop any real "technology," while the scientists of the Royal Academy of Sciences were wiped out one after another!