People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

How can your 36-degree mouth utter such cold words?

You lied to me so badly!

Oh, you don't seem to be lying to me. Damn it, why didn't I realize it sooner?

No way, you're a big shot from a prehistoric civilization, why are you putting on this act for me? What are you doing with politics, international summits, and diplomacy? You've completely fooled me! And I even had to pretend to give you a bunch of advice!

When she thought about the things she had said to Ernst in a serious tone, such as "the universe," "prehistoric civilizations," and "you don't understand how dangerous that is," Kal'tsit felt a deep sense of shame in addition to her anger.

Honestly, if you had said so earlier—no, if you had slapped me twice earlier—I would have behaved.

"Still blaming the treasure, Ama-10, it seems you really are being a bit disrespectful."

Precys's voice suddenly rang out from behind, and Kal'tsit's fur stood on end. She turned around, only to find herself in a laboratory.

Precys stood in front of the experimental workbench, holding a form in his hand, and pushed up the black-rimmed glasses that he had put on at some point.

She doesn't need glasses, and since her body can be replaced at will, there's no question of her being sick. She wears glasses simply because it makes her look more "refined".

"I just did a quick check of your information, and to be honest, Ama-10, what kind of strange things have you stored?"

Precys looked at the form in his hand, revealing an indescribable expression of an old man, subway, and hand in hand: "Nine... machine."

It wasn't that she was complaining, but the memories in Kal'tsit's mind were indeed a bit too "complex".

From the court secrets of ancient Sargon to the workings of modern empires, Kal'tsit's knowledge is so vast as to be almost uncanny.

This is a bit too complicated for a robot that was originally designed as a "servant robot".

Moreover, these messages had been accumulating for over 30,000 years!

Can you imagine your computer going 30,000 years without being inspected, having its parts replaced, or even having its junk files cleaned up?

Let alone 30,000 years, even just one year without cleaning up system junk, accumulated registry entries, cache, and other runtime remnants can make your computer lag as if you've installed the entire 360 ​​and 2345 suite!

Precys said that his skills weren't that bad, so why would Kal'tsit inexplicably crash? After all that, it turned out the system was fine, just too much dust.

She waved her hand:

"I'll clean you up in a bit and then put you back. For now, you can act as a support for the treasure and help him."

The word "clean up" sent a shiver down Kal'tsit's spine, and she quickly shook her head, saying:

"no, do not want"

Precys frowned slightly and turned around:

"what?"

"Please do not clean it."

Kal'tsit answered through gritted teeth.

"These are my memories. To you, they may seem like dust, but I really don't want to lose them."

"The prophet has promised me, promised me, I am free. You cannot be free again."

Kal'tsit couldn't bring herself to call out Presley's name, nor did she dare to say anything harsh to the indifferent creator before her.

She didn't even dare to make it a little complicated, because she knew that Precys didn't want to hear it.

If she can't understand what you want to do right away, she'll do it her own way.

She was kind to Ernst because Ernst was a "treasure," while Terra was insignificant to her.

That's why she's not qualified, and he's not qualified either.

Precys still understood what Kal'tsit's words, which sounded like they had been censored by the Great Censor, were trying to express.

The prophet promised Kal'tsit freedom; she is no longer a former civilization's servant robot created by Prisses and the prophet. She is a genuine mechanical life form.

She has the right to control her own life and memories, and even her creator can no longer act arbitrarily against her.

This is the rule; there were such rules in ancient civilizations!

Because pre-civilization humans were highly independent, and not everyone liked to be with others, some people created mechanical life forms and gave them independence and the right to life, treating these mechanical life forms as their family and friends.

Kal'tsit wanted to remind Precyth of this.

She was also a living "person" who was given the right to life by the prophet!

Even Priscilla has no right to rashly erase her memories; that would be an extremely serious crime!

Precys remained silent for a long time.

She could have simply told Kal'tsit that the previous civilization had perished and that the rules she spoke of were things of the past.

What is a law if no one supervises it and no one enforces it? Would anyone take the Code of Hammurabi, written in cuneiform script on basalt pillars unearthed in Mesopotamia, as a law to be enforced today?

Kal'tsit bringing this up now shows she has a knack for comedy. 0!

But she still lowered her head.

What convinced her wasn't Kal'tsit's humor, but rather her description of memory and her unwavering resolve.

Are memories as fleeting as dust, yet precious treasures?

She turned around and looked at the other side of the laboratory isolation window, where a crystal-clear "amber" was emitting a faint light, seemingly responding to her gaze. After a long while, she finally let out a deep sigh.

Precys didn't believe in empty talk like retribution or fate.

But perhaps, when she and the prophet agreed to the "treasure's" demands, erasing his memory and exchanging his sacrifice for a sliver of hope, it was already destined that such a thing would happen in the future.

When the prophet had all his memories erased by that pink-haired little devil, was he actually thinking about this scene from back then?

Prestis can freely extract information and create within the internalized universe of Originium, yet she still considers the laboratory where the "Amber Experiment" was conducted her home, placing the "treasure" of amber opposite her. The prophet, contrary to his usual behavior, even risking the failure of the Originium Project and the pain of the Gray Nails, personally comes to the assassination scene, calmly allowing Theresa to erase his memories and experience the "treasure."

They haven't really moved on yet, have they?

"Come in with me."

Suppressing the slight bitterness rising in his heart, Prestis, with his back to Kal'tsit, spoke calmly in his usual cool tone.

Kal'tsit shook her head, somewhat hesitant to move forward.

Precys added another sentence:

"I promise you."

"But you're too vulnerable right now. How much can you really help Baozang? Are you going to fake fainting and act silly in front of him?"

"Come in. You are someone I created. Only I know how to modify you."

Kal'tsit paused, taken aback.

She watched Precys walk into the inner room of the laboratory, momentarily at a loss for words.

She suspected that Precys was lying to her, but upon closer inspection, Precys had absolutely no reason to do so.

If she really used force, how could she possibly resist?

After hesitating for a moment, Kal'tsit gritted her teeth and stepped into the somewhat familiar laboratory.

The furnishings in the laboratory are all new, which is understandable, since there is no concept of aging in the internalized universe of Originium.

Kal'tsit saw many of the things she had seen when she was born. Back then, she was a little girl, wearing a white dress, with a full head of black hair, following Precys and the prophet, looking through the isolation window at the "amber" that emitted a soft, reassuring light.

She asked the prophet, "What is that?"

The prophet replied to her, "It is our treasure."

On that very day, she received her first official "command" from the prophet and Precyth.

"Spend your whole life waiting and searching for treasure."

There is no time, no place, no direction, and no descriptive features.

For this goal, she has never slumbered for over 30,000 years, and even death has not stopped her.

Just when she was almost in despair and had shifted her focus to other things, she suddenly looked back and the "treasure" appeared before her eyes.

Kal'tsit now understands a bit more, and she can't see what connection this large, somewhat special "Originium" has with "Ernst".

But looking at the source stone, she felt a sense of familiarity.

"I--"

Kal'tsit was about to stop and ask Priss for the answer to this question when, in a flash, she saw a figure that shouldn't be there.

Saka, clad in heavy armor, with pink hair and red eyes, was searching for qUn:迩湫☆肆》潵伍. Liuz also stood before the isolation window, gazing through it at the Originium inside.

"Tracy!"

Chapter 881 Happy New Year, Therese

Therese imagined many different truths.

Terra is the playground of the gods, Terra is a trial for the strongest, Terra is a place of exile for the guilty.

But in the end, Terra was nothing.

The word "unexpected" alone is enough to describe the Terra civilization that exists today.

This really surprised him.

He didn't want to question the arrogant creator; he could tell that Precyth didn't care at all.

He didn't need to say anything to Precys about civilization, culture, country, or "we are all just trying to live."

It's as if everyone is the same.

Living alone in this empty laboratory, lost in thought while staring at a piece of Originium and a room that has remained unchanged for so long, how pleasant can such a life be?

Precys did not hide his emotions or the long-buried story; Theresis had already learned much of the truth from him.

He has no regrets.

Standing quietly behind the isolation wall, silently gazing at the "treasure" of the Originium, Theresis's mind was filled with a thousand thoughts, which finally converged into the same thought—compared to the countless difficult choices he had made before, this time, he could finally be certain that he had not made the wrong choice.

After the defeat, handing Anana over to Ernst was indeed the right choice.

If anyone could ensure Terra's survival and serve as the link between the powerful prehistoric civilization and the weak Terran civilization, it could only be Ernst.

As for the evil spirit, may he rest in peace.

Theresa's actions brought Terra the evil spirit, but having lost his memory, he could only be considered half of it.

Prisus harbored resentment over this matter. Even if the evil spirit later truly felt guilty and chose to serve Terra, Prisus would still feel resentful because of Theresa's "procedural injustice."

This discontent may sound small, but as one of the few ancient civilizations of humankind, the Mother of Originium carries considerable weight in her discontent.

To be honest, Therese found it somewhat amusing.

As the saying goes, "the onlooker sees more of the game than the player." From a third-party perspective, after listening to that story written outside of time, Therese did glean a sense of cause and effect.

The Doctor and Precys accepted the "Treasure's" proposal to extract natural amber and create artificial amber [Originium]. As a result, the "Treasure" lost his memory and, upon awakening, became Ernst Shivaish, a Terran.

As a result, Lo, the creator of the Deep Blue Tree, became estranged from the two and resisted the Originium Project. In the Deep Blue Tree Project under her supervision, she even transformed the Deep Blue Tree into a super-life form that, after growing and maturing, would eventually devour and assimilate all the Amber on land, forever incorporating it as a part of itself!

Tens of thousands of years later, Theresa accepted the Doctor's "suicide" and personally deleted the prophet's memories, turning the Doctor back into an ordinary person who knew nothing and would wake up on the land of Terra.

As a result, Prestis, the creator of Originium, developed a rift with the Terra civilization and Theresa, whom she had previously disregarded. She began to gradually reveal herself on Terra and attempted to initiate the Originium Project ahead of schedule, incorporating everything into the Originium's internalized universe.

Like, very similar.

Is this fate?

Therese shook her head slightly.

He prefers to put it another way—there's nothing new under the sun.

"Theresis!?"

A scream interrupted Therese's gossip-filled little drama in her mind.

Therese turned around and saw Kal'tsit looking completely bewildered. Therese's no particular expression on her face, only a nod to her.

"Kelsey."

"How did you get here?"

Kal'tsit frowned in disbelief.

She had some doubts about whether the person in front of her was the real Theresis. Theresis saw through her thoughts and drew her sword from her waist.

Kal'tsit recognized her.

There was no other way; we were friends who had risked their lives for each other, so I had to recognize him.