Huh? Are they all real?...

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But before the door was even opened, something that only existed on the other side appeared here—uniqueness.

And despite the exaggerated barrier of being separated by the world, the power of a demon can still corrupt the transmigrators on this side of the world.

The question is, why was that place originally sealed within layers of barriers?

Why were people from that place originally forbidden from going to the real starry sky?

Besides these, there are many other details that all tell Moen the same answer.

That is, the People's Federation and the other side are one world.

However, it was divided into two parts: the front and the back.

The people are on the outside, and the other side is on the inside.

"I have considered this possibility, but I don't have concrete evidence. Do you have any?

A mischievous smile flickered across her beautiful, almost inhuman face:

"We have launched more than one ocean probe into the depths of the universe, but we lack understanding of what lies beneath our feet."

"Therefore, even without my intervention, the scientists of the Human Alliance continued to dig deeper and explore."

"Of course, we didn't dig up the so-called barrier, nor did we see another world beneath our feet."

"But I have dug into other planets."

"We've dug into satellites and planets, and then I was surprised to find that the parameters on both sides didn't quite match up."

"That means the data for the Earth's core is incorrect."

"You should know that celestial bodies only appear to be spheres, and their mass distribution is only roughly uniform. But I've discovered that the core of the planet we're on is excessively uniform."

"By comparing the reflected parameters, we discovered that the cores of other planets always have different wavebands, while the one beneath our feet has exactly the same data no matter what."

"It's so perfect that even the perfect sphere our scientists created with hundreds of millions of credits isn't even one ten-thousandth as good as it."

"I think this should be the evidence you want."

At this point, Moen was basically certain that she wasn't wrong, and that he himself hadn't misunderstood.

The two sides are truly one world.

And the People's Alliance really is there, high in the sky!

That barrier, which the gods could not overcome, prevented them from reaching the stars and also supported the land of the human alliance.

As for issues such as the apparent mismatch between the surface areas on both sides.

That's not the problem.

Because let alone the Great Primal, even Moen could create a painted world large enough to contain an empire with a single painting.

"It really is like that."

Her voice continued:

"Also, you asked me how to send you to the past. That's simple. I am a puppet. Although I am not a god, I possess the uniqueness of a puppet."

"I can easily control the rest of the same level."

"Whether it was the original blessing or His special arrangement, I don't know. In any case, after discovering the anomaly, I confirmed one thing with my own power."

"The first barrier beneath our feet is 'time'!"

Divine paths formed the sky and barrier over there.

And the last layer of these countless barriers is the first layer beneath the feet of the Human Alliance.

It is the divine way that controls time.

The cube completely left its position and truly floated to Moen's eyes.

Standing before the cube and Moen, she looked at her 'true form' and said:

"I can't break through the original barrier, but I can borrow it a little. So..."

Her gaze returned to Moen and she said:

"Are you ready to become my master and go back to the past?"

Chapter 420 Back to the Past (4k)

finally.

Moen placed his left hand on the magnificent cube.

Unable to distinguish whether she was an AI or a doll, she began her final step toward becoming a deity.

As Moen's name was etched into the core, a massive quantum tide surged through her database, and the first chime sounded.

Ancient prayers, utterly outside the understanding of this world, poured down on the quantum sea, all praising the name of Moen, and this sounded the second chime.

As the final third chime rang out, Moen's name, identity, and records pierced through the thirty-three layers of data barriers protecting her underlying code, becoming deeply imprinted on her core.

And so, the divine machine, which was not yet the god of machines, was born.

As Moen reached out and closed her eyes, she opened them again.

Her pupils split into hexagonal crystal arrays, and gears marking her origins and symbols meshed deep within her irises. Ice-blue data streams etched Morne's reflection into her eyes like star rings.

After gazing at her for a moment, she smiled and said:

"I understand what you mean, so please allow me to open the door to the past for you!"

Countless gears appeared out of thin air and meshed around them, taking up all the space.

When a device so complex that it cannot be described in words is successfully constructed.

All the gears started turning in reverse.

This familiar scene left Moen somewhat dazed.

He recalled what he had seen last in that flawed history.

Those beautiful eyes that drew the world's attention to her had pupils that were a perfect combination of clocks and time.

Before Moen could continue to ponder,

Her voice echoed in Moen's ears:

"I must make it clear to you that although this is my first attempt, according to my calculations..."

"You can leave a trace, but you can't change history, so please don't try to change anything."

"Otherwise, you might find that you have actually made everything happen."

In response to her advice, Moen recalled something and said:

"Perhaps you've miscalculated this time."

This answer was clearly beyond her calculations.

The countless concentric gears that make up the pupil got stuck at that moment. Although they resumed turning after a short while, they clearly showed their astonishment.

And as the gears began to turn again, her expression shifted to a perfectly timed gentle smile:

“You have truly exceeded my expectations, which makes me even more certain that you will be the perfect choice.”

Moen nodded slightly to show his understanding.

At the same time, he asked with a mixture of curiosity and some complexity:

"Although we came together for the same purpose, I also want to say that there is still something strange between us. For example, I don't even know your real name."

"Therefore, please tell me your beautiful name, esteemed lady."

She tilted her head again, looked at Moen, and smiled:

"The name of the doll should be determined by the doll's owner, so you shouldn't ask me, you should ask yourself."

A sudden attack.

That was a beautiful strike.

As an AI, she was well aware that there was a lack of genuine closeness between herself and Moen.

Although this did not affect their consensus and pursuits.

However, she still hoped to get closer to the other party.

This is in her interest as well as in Moen's interest.

Therefore, she will use the most concise language and actions to shorten the distance between the two parties within the limited time.

She clearly did a good job in this regard.

This is arguably her greatest strength as an AI.

She showed no hesitation or fear; as long as it was within the calculation, she would do it.

Unlike Ansa, who, despite having her king stolen, was slow and methodical, she didn't take things too far.

Of course, this can also be considered a drawback of AI.

Beneath the boundless thoughtfulness and enthusiasm lies only excessively cold data.

But this is the best she can do right now.

Knowing what she was thinking and doing, Moen hesitated briefly before nodding and saying:

"I understand, I will try my best to think of a nice name."

"Then I will wait with high hopes, Master!"

Countless gears turned to their limit as she bent down toward Moen.

The pale light began to engulf everything.

First, there were the outermost gears, and then there was her, who had already straightened up.

In just a few seconds, everything in front of Moen turned into pure white, where there was no distance or time.

Unlike those that appear gradually, this unsettling pure white vanishes in an instant.

Moen was so surprised by how quickly things were happening that he was starting to feel uneasy.

I could only subconsciously close my eyes to give myself a visual buffer.

When Moen opened his eyes.

The Human Alliance was no longer in front of him.

Instead, it was a desert covered with ferns that even Moen couldn't name.

As Moen crouched down and rubbed a handful of sand against his hands, he judged through the abrasive texture of the gravel that he had likely succeeded.

In other words, he was not quite sure where or what era he was in.

She merely borrowed the power of time.

All she could do was send Moen over there.

But she couldn't say for sure what era or place it was in.

She had informed Moen of these precautions before Moen arrived.

So now Moen can only rely on himself.

However, she also gave Moen a bracelet.

Turning the bracelet signifies a request for her to send Moen on his next journey.

Crushing the bracelet signifies bringing Moen back to the present moment.

This is Moen's biggest security guarantee at the moment.

Otherwise, even if Moen still wears the goddesses' rings.

Moen couldn't be sure whether the goddesses' power still held true in the past.