Amoun stared at Mirmina, who quickly shook off the awkwardness and looked at him with an astonishingly calm look. "What else could it be? While you were spacing out, I was busy checking the equipment. Without my help, when would you be able to connect to the network? "
"You're changing the subject!" Amoun certainly would not be distracted by this level of distraction. He continued to stare at Mirmina. "I'm asking you what 'High-Speed Stag' means. I can understand that you need a new name to enter the network, but you should at least ask for my opinion on the name …"
"Believe me, Amoun, this name is not unusual in the neural network. In a place where everyone can give themselves a new name, only such a unique name can keep up with the times. Haven't you always wanted to keep up with the new era that the mortals have started?" Facing Amoun's dissatisfaction, Mirmina laughed instead. "And come to think of it, this name actually fits your situation very well …"
Seeing that Amoun's expression did not relax at all, she could only shake her head. "Anyway, it can't be changed."
"Can't be changed?" Amoun was stunned, and his brows quickly furrowed. "Wait, then what name did you give yourself?"
Mirmina crossed her arms rather proudly and smiled reservedly. "The Witch of the Tower."
"… Find a way to change my name immediately!"
Mirmina spread her hands. "I've said it before, it can't be changed … If you really can't, you can go back and discuss it with Gwen, if you think such a small matter is worth the fuss."
Amoun felt the corner of his mouth twitching, but he did not know what to say for a moment. He was not a god who was good with words, especially after being sealed alone for three thousand years. Facing an opponent like Mirmina who was quick-witted and had awakened her human nature, he really could not gain the upper hand in words.
And in the short second he was silent, Mirmina had already stepped forward, smiled, and gently patted Amoun on the shoulder. "We have wasted too much time here. Let's put aside the trivial matters, Bo … Amoun, are you ready to see the incredible world that the mortals have built?"
Amoun nodded by reflex, and in the next second, he suddenly felt the light and shadow before his eyes began to distort as a jumble of information surged through the spiritual link, and a set of false senses were switched in the blink of an eye. Just as he was about to say something, he felt his vision go black, and then his vision became bright.
There was warm light on his face, and a gentle breeze blew from afar. Lively sounds and changing light and shadow filled his surroundings. He looked up and saw a lush oak tree standing before him, and around the oak tree was a wide square. There were beautiful columns around the square, and carefully trimmed shrubs dotted between the columns. Further away, he saw tall and beautiful houses, and neat and wide roads stretching out in his vision. Groups of pedestrians were walking and stopping between the roads and facilities, each of them as if they really lived here.
And further away, he saw a huge pillar of light rising into the sky, connecting the high sky and pyramid-like buildings. There were also some vague shadows in the sky, which seemed to be the management personnel on patrol.
The wind blew, bringing with it the fresh scent of flowers and plants. Amoun subconsciously took a deep breath, and then blinked again. His limbs and bones felt real. He took a step forward, and this step landed firmly on the flat ground.
"Why are you not talking? Too much of a shock? " Mirmina's voice came from beside him, and finally woke him up. "Or finally, from that dark and chaotic place to a lively 'world', you are so moved that you want to cry?"
"No … I just didn't expect it … I didn't expect it to be so real," Amoun said softly as if he was sleep-talking. "I remember that many, many years ago, I had imagined such a scene, but I never thought that all of this could be realized. I stand here, surrounded by mortals coming and going. I stand in the middle of them, and the whole world is operating safely and steadily … and the wind with the fragrance of flowers is blowing from afar …"
"I can't understand the latter half of your sigh because I didn't have the same experience as you. But when it comes to the 'reality' of this world, I feel the same way," Mirmina said with a chuckle. "This is a dream created by tens of thousands of human minds, and hundreds of 'shapers' are carefully trimming all of its details to fill in any gaps in this dream. Of course, it will be very real … In fact, the 'reality' we create here is even more real than those mortals who enter the network. Do you know why?"
Amoun pondered for a moment and vaguely realized something. "Because we are born in the depths of the thoughts of mortals …"
"Yes, when we come here, it's like coming home," Mirmina said with a smile. "Isn't it wonderful? We are born in the thoughts, escaped from the thoughts, and finally returned to the thoughts through the machine. From the perspective of a safe bystander, we look at the forces that once distorted and imprisoned us. It looks so beautiful here, completely different from those divine kingdoms that are bright on the surface but are gradually collapsing. "
Amoun calmed down and finally broke free from the touch of this bright and warm world. Listening to Mirmina's words, he asked, "What should we do next? Where should we go? "
"Should? There is no 'should'. We are free, Amoun. Do what you want to do. "Mirmina shook her head." Treat this place as a real place to rest. Walk around, see the scenery, or meet a few people, and talk about some common topics. This dream city is the uppermost space of the neural network, a free distribution center. Mortals can experience another life here, or participate in the construction of this space through some city facilities, or go to some entertainment areas and experience some things that they usually can't experience … All of these are possible, and so can you.
"Don't worry that what you do here will accidentally destroy this delicate world. It is far stronger than you think, and there is a powerful 'administrator' monitoring the operation of this space. Of course, I sincerely hope that you don't really attract the attention of the administrator. That administrator … is more difficult than you think. "
Amoun listened carefully, and then suddenly reacted. "You are not going to act with me?"
"Me? I want to go farther and see. "Mirmina waved her hand." I have been to this place once, but it was a hurried visit, and I didn't have time to experience many things in detail. And the city is very different from the last time I was here. Presumably, the builders here have further expanded its edge … I want to go there and see. As for you, just familiarize yourself with this place, and we will meet in the 'courtyard' later. "
"Hey, wait a minute …" Amoun called out, but before his voice trailed off, he saw Mirmina's figure quickly faded in the air, and within a second, she had completely disappeared.
"… She really left without a second thought." Amoun sighed, but he knew that Mirmina had helped him a lot, so he could only shake his head helplessly. With the thought of at least walking around, he slowly walked along the gravel road on the edge of the square.
At this moment, a slightly tender female voice suddenly came from the side, and Amoun stopped in his tracks. "Sir! Is this your first time in this world? "
Amoun looked down in surprise in the direction of the voice, and only then did he notice that a little girl was sitting on a bench next to the bushes. Her face was delicate and lovely like a doll, and she looked about fifteen or sixteen years old. Her long light brown hair draped over her shoulders, and the ends of her long hair were tied with a few delicate bows. She sat there, wearing a beautiful white dress, and her legs swayed briskly under the dress. At the same time, she looked up at Amoun. Her eyes were as clear as water, reflecting the clear blue sky and Amoun's slightly confused face.
"I … It is indeed my first time here," Amoun said a little awkwardly. This was the first time he had talked to a 'person' other than Mirmina since he came here. A strange feeling lingered in him. "You are?"
"You can call me Patty." The girl jumped down from the bench. She landed lightly with a happy smile on her face. "I am an old resident of this world. I was here in its previous version, but it was not like this at that time. Ah, let's not talk about this. Do you need help? Sir? "
Looking at the smiling girl, Amoun could not help but smile. This was the first time he talked to a mortal in this way. It was completely different from any communication between him and Gwen Cecil, Kamel, or Bersetia. "How do you know that I need help?"
"My job here is to help travelers who enter the City of Dreams for the first time. This square is one of the gathering points for newcomers in the city," Patty said with a smile. "You look like someone who is using the neural network for the first time because you don't even hide your name. People usually don't run around the city with their own names, Mr. High-Speed Stag."
Ah Mo 'en was stunned. He quickly looked up and saw a row of glowing letters floating above his head. The name "High Speed Stag" was shining brightly. So, he had been wandering around the square for half a day with this name?!
"It only takes a thought to hide it," the girl named Patty said with a smile. "But you don't have to be sad. Your name is very unique and recognizable, and it doesn't look that strange. In this city, there are many more strange names than proper names. Every day, I see a lot of people with the names' Ahhhhhhhh 'or' 1111111 'running around. "
At this point, Patty couldn't help but shake her head. "But then again, too many people randomly picked strange names when they entered this world because they weren't familiar with the operation. Recently, more and more users have applied to change their usernames. The computing center is discussing whether to open up this function …"
"Open it!" Amoun immediately said with a serious face. His serious expression even startled Patty. "Please tell them to open it!"
"This … I just heard about it … Well, I will ask my mother about this when I go back. She probably knows something …" Patty waved her hand helplessly. Then, as if she suddenly remembered her 'job', she quickly pointed to the beautiful pillars on the edge of the square not far away and said, "By the way, sir, since this is your first time in this world, you might as well start by paying attention to the information flowing in the neural network. Have you noticed those pillars? They are 'ports'. There are such ports everywhere in this city. Some are pillars, some are crystals floating on the streets. You can put your hand on them and see what is happening in this city.
"Of course, you can also see the latest news left by the people who are active in this city. You can also see the topics that everyone is fervently discussing. In reality, everyone may live in different corners of the Empire and may not be able to get in touch or understand each other in their entire lives. But here, discussions that transcend long distances connect everyone together. A topic can instantly trigger discussions across the entire Empire. If you are interested in them, you can go to a place called 'Cecil's Discussion Board' …"
Patty rambled on. She was obviously very familiar with everything about this' world ', but in fact, what she said was a bit exaggerated. The scale and application of the neural network were far from reaching the level of' the entire empire 'and' accessible to everyone '. In the real world, only some major cities had implemented the neural network connection, and almost all the cities had severely insufficient number of immersion pods and computing centers. The media that the public was familiar with were still newspapers and magazines, then the magic network broadcast, and finally the neural network, which was regarded as a' novelty in the big city '. But Amoun did not know this detail.
Even if he knew, he would not care about it.
He just came to the pillar closest to him with anticipation and curiosity. After observing how the person next to him operated it, he cautiously put his hand on the pillar.
A series of text interfaces that emitted pale blue light, automatically played videos, and scrolling news instantly filled his vision.
Amoun looked at everything in front of him in astonishment. After being cut off from the mortal world for three thousand years, he once again felt the feeling of 'being in touch with the whole world'. He saw a vivid world operating before his eyes. Countless things were happening. Countless people were interacting and communicating in this invisible connection. Tens of thousands of minds were involved. It was as if countless nerve nodes in a huge brain were communicating with each other and brewing tides in the chaos.
Ideologies — ideologies that could be observed, contacted, and controlled.
He only saw some interfaces here, and what he touched was only a part of the 'viewable area' of this huge miracle. But at the moment of contact, his wisdom as a god realized the true meaning of these interfaces. He also realized why Gwen Cecil would pay such a huge price to build such a network, and even introduce 'dangerous factors' like himself and Mirmina into the network.
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