People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Ernst can't investigate too thoroughly; it's not worth it. Besides, what if he actually finds something?

Regardless, Kal'tsit was not found there. It simply became another urban legend of horror in Kel'tsit, fueled by misinformation.

As for whether he's in Chernobog, that's hard to say. If he is, we'll have to wait until he finishes his work at Columbia and goes to open the box for the Doctor to find out.

But now it seems there's no need to worry, Kal'tsit is with the Preservator!

"However, isn't it a bit unfair of you to have Kal'tsit answer their questions?"

Ernst asked.

Ernst knew how enigmatic Kal'tsit was. It was only after his repeated nagging that she became somewhat more honest and straightforward with him; with others, it was a different story.

Moreover, in a way, she has now returned to the factory and restored the initial settings.

Is Trevor Friston planning to let them experience what it means to "say"?

Friston heard this thought, shrugged, and looked completely innocent.

"I do not have it."

"I intend to answer that myself."

“What about Kal'tsit?” Ernst raised an eyebrow.

Friston smiled:

"Kal'tsit, she intends to use it to teach them a lesson."

He looked up and gazed at the screen.

Clementa began to ask:

"Ms. Kal'tsit, please tell us everything about the [Deep Blue Tree] project."

"[The Deep Blue Tree]?"

Kal'tsit frowned.

"Agorians, knowing too much is not good for you. You should know that on this planet, there are many taboos that are related to the lifeline of civilization. The Agor civilization was born and developed based on the relics of previous civilizations. Perhaps for you, exploring taboos has become a common means of promoting civilization's progress, but even the youngest pack animals know that there should be a considerable degree of awe for the unknown. Extending your hand too far beyond the safety fence will attract the bites of bloodthirsty beasts. The [Deep Blue Tree] is one such taboo. Your current level of civilization cannot support a deep understanding of the [Deep Blue Tree]. Your way of thinking, after coming into contact with the [Deep Blue Tree], is very likely to undergo a negative transformation and degeneration. I hope you can reconsider, and I warn all Agorians interested in the [Deep Blue Tree]: from now on, suspend your curiosity and devote more energy to building your own spiritual civilization and way of thinking."

Clementine:

Clementine: "So you agreed?"

"I refused."

Kal'tsit replied.

That's against the rules!

The Preservator promised us!

Clementine really wanted to say that, but looking at Kal'tsit's serious expression, she swallowed hard and barely managed to suppress the urge to curse.

The situation is better than people.

Wasn't Agor like this when he was powerful?

I'm better than you, so you should accept the advice I'm giving you in a serious manner. You don't even have the right to agree, let alone refuse.

All great works require sacrifice. The other creatures of Terra may not understand, but they will obey. This was once Agor's philosophy, which she also applied to Ernst.

It's just an act of retaliation, why can't you stand it?

Clementine pursed her lips and asked the next question; S

"What about [Originium]?"

If the Deep Blue Tree and its offspring, the Sea Legion, are Agor's greatest enemy to date, then Originium is the entity they must be wary of—an enemy that is also a friend.

The calamities brought down by Precyth had made the Agorians understand what true "omnipotence" meant. It also essentially established a fundamental principle: only the ancient civilization itself could defeat it.

If possible, Clementine would certainly like to know about Originium. This was one of the tasks Heratia had specifically instructed her to complete before she came.

"Originium?"

Kal'tsit was silent for a moment, but this time, she did not refuse. Instead, she slowly replied:

“Originium is amber from our distant, forgotten roots, yet it can mend the wounds of the future. Once activated, the future of [Amber] can be restarted in an instant.”

"We named it [Originium]."

"The prophet explains the name as follows: a gift to the future, given to a giant of the past."

Clementa's face was full of confusion.

Kal'tsit seemed to have answered something, and she could tell that there was some very important information in it, but...

What...what did you say? I don't understand!

A strange look flashed across Ernst's face during the "debate".

He looked at the Preservator, and Trevor Friston nodded slightly.

This is the origin of the name "Originium".

Earth is the origin of mankind. Even after developing to the point of conquering the entire universe and bringing subspace into our orbit, most of humanity has forgotten the name Earth, the things that happened there, and the rise and fall it experienced.

This is normal and reasonable. Even in the era of Earth civilization, humans would not remember what they did, how many wars they fought, or how many tribes they destroyed when they first evolved from apes and established civilization.

Writing history has always been a time-consuming and laborious task. Many Western history books are even recorded in the form of "myths", "epic", and "oral legends".

In the era of prehistoric civilizations, humanity had been separated from its home planet for countless years. Humans rarely remember anything before the age of three, let alone stories from their infancy. And as adults who have been separated from their "cradle" for so long, how much of what happened during their formative years could prehistoric civilizations possibly remember?

But when faced with the final crisis, what brought them a glimmer of hope in their despair was precisely a gift from their forgotten roots, a gift that had crossed millennia and was sent to the future.

A piece of amber, originating from the very source and capable of traversing the future, saved a giant who was once incredibly powerful but is now on the verge of death.

Ernst could not know what the people of prehistoric civilizations saw in this amber. But it must have been something that moved them.

"When the prophet was formulating the final plan, he felt that [amber] was not enough to describe this hope."

"He remembered your often-quoted phrase, 'Never forget your original intention,' so in the end, he settled on this name."

"【Originium】."

Trevor Friston said slowly.

"This is also considered to be the most likely of our several plans to succeed."

Ernst pursed his lips.

Was Project Originium successful?

Looking at the unexpected events happening in Terra now, one can only say that the outcome is still uncertain.

The only person who might know what happened to Originium, the "Prophet," has lost his memory.

They really do bring up Little Turtle and Kal'tsit every single day!

"Then why is the [Deep Blue Tree] called the [Deep Blue Tree]? And why is the [Heavenly Pivot] called the [Heavenly Pivot]?"

"This is it."

The keeper did not answer, but decisively changed the subject.

"The others have basically finished their debates, and it's my turn to fulfill my promise."

That's all for now.

He raised his hand, dispelling the "debate," and Ernst could not hear his inner thoughts.

"Good grief, you're cheating!"

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"I have a third question."

As soon as Clementa uttered her words, looking at Kal'tsit's increasingly calm expression, she couldn't help but feel a sense of despair.

She suddenly realized a problem. Even if the [Preservator] really agreed to answer all her questions, she might not be able to understand them.

Just as even the most advanced scientists of terrestrial civilizations couldn't comprehend the immense power of Agor's level four weapons with just a few words, given the vast difference between prehistoric civilizations and Agor civilizations, Agor simply couldn't prove the theories that the other side casually proposed.

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In other words, from the very beginning, this visit was unlikely to yield any results that would satisfy Agor.

Agor hasn't felt this way in a long time. Perhaps, ten thousand years ago, when Agor's first ancestors discovered the ruins of a prehistoric civilization deep in the ocean, they had the same feeling.

Clementa also understood the helplessness of her ancestors at that time.

But she was unwilling to do so.

The question she originally intended to ask was: "What methods can help Agor defeat Haisi?"

But now that I think about it, Kal'tsit could never give an answer she could understand, or one that Agor could provide. So, let's try a different approach!

"Is there any way you can intervene and help us resolve the threat posed by the [Deep Blue Tree]?"

Heir?

Kal'tsit was slightly taken aback, and just as she was about to answer, the dim lights in the room suddenly blazed on.

The Preservator turned on the lights in the Stasis Room and released the Stasis Stance of the "Debate".

Ernst opened his eyes and looked at Kal'tsit.

"Long time no see, Kal'tsit."

Almost uncontrollably, a look of fear crossed Kal'tsit's face. She quickly took two steps back and then lowered her head.

"Good afternoon, Sir Ernst."

"What's wrong with you? Why are you acting like an adult?"

Ernst found her reaction rather odd.

Surely not? Although he scared Kal'tsit once, he has scared her many times before. Isn't Kal'tsit known for being fearless?

"No...it's nothing."

Kal'tsit gritted her teeth and gave Ernst a helpless look.

"Underlying code".

Ernst suddenly realized.

It seems that in order to prevent Kal'tsit from causing trouble again and harming or indirectly harming the ancient civilizations, Precys has finally made a tough decision and drastically modified Hakimi!

Ernst had seen Kal'tsit react this way before, but only when the name "Priss" was mentioned.

She cannot speak of it, cannot write it down, and cannot show this name to anyone in any way, not even by mentioning it, for Kal'tsit would be horrified.

Now that Precys has spread this underlying code, although the effect has been reduced to the point where it can no longer be mentioned, judging from Kal'tsit's timid appearance, she probably won't dare to cause trouble again.

However, Kal'tsit's soft and sweet voice has a strange sense of incongruity.

Especially her current outfit and the thing on her head, it's really quite eye-catching.

"Lord Ernst, you're the one who brought them."

“I brought it.” Ernst nodded. “I promised them when we were cooperating on land and sea.”

"Put your changes aside for now, I'll finish up here."

Ernst looked at Clementa, and the Preservator had already extended its enormous pupils, stopping in front of Clementa.

"You can ask your questions now."

Clementine paused for a moment, then asked again:

"Is there any way you can intervene and help us resolve the threat posed by the [Deep Blue Tree]?"

"No."

The Preservator answered so quickly that Clementa, who was mentally preparing herself, was taken aback.

She had imagined that [Preserver 5] would, like Kal'tsit, use a long, complex sentence structure that she could barely understand to explain how to do it. She had also imagined that [Preserver] would simply offer some theories that Agor had no idea about, to prove that "I've told you the way, it's just that you Agor are useless!" But what she hadn't expected was that [Preserver] would speak without any beating around the bush, simply saying "rejection".

She looked somewhat bewildered as she glanced at Kelsey and Ernst beside her.

"Look, they're no use."

"The situation of the Deep Blue Tree is very complicated, and I can't explain it in just a few words, but Little Fish, after all, it is a survival plan created by the geniuses of human civilization who exhausted their efforts."

"To guard against attacks from all angles during the final, ultimate event, guess how many layers of defense we've implemented?"