Heti, Kamel, and the rest got the recent work arrangements and quickly left the study. The large room was quiet. Only Gwen, who was sitting behind the desk, and Veronica/Ophelia, who was standing in front of the desk, were left in the room.
Of course, Amber was also there, but she had been dissolved in the air for a long time, so her presence was negligible.
Gwen looked up at Veronica, who was holding the platinum scepter, and nodded calmly. "There are some questions we can discuss about the 'upper narrator' this time. Have a seat. "
Veronica nodded and sat down on a high-back chair beside the desk. At the same time, she said softly, "Your action this time has provided us with a valuable reference example. This should be the first time we have come into contact with a god so directly and so closely, and a god in a rational state."
Gwen said in a deep voice, "Strictly speaking, it is still different from the gods in the real world. Now we are not sure if the upper narrator brewing in the sandbox world is' complete 'enough. And it has gone through a complex process of madness, death, and division. It is hard to say what changes it has undergone during this process."
"But it is enough as a reference," Veronica said. "We can at least analyze the 'characteristics' of many gods from it."
"For example … the purity of divinity and its response to the thoughts of mortals," Gwen said slowly. "The upper narrator is composed of two parts, divinity and humanity. The humanity is radical, chaotic, emotional and irrational, but at the same time, it is smarter and more cunning. The divinity is much simpler. I can feel that it has unconditional protection and importance to its people, and will take action to satisfy the common thoughts of its believers. In addition, in a way, its humanity is actually acting to satisfy the thoughts of its believers, but in a different way."
As he spoke, Gwen slowly frowned. "This confirms one of my previous conjectures: all gods, whether they are crazy and harmful in the end, act to protect mortals in the early stage …"
"The disobedient never denied this possibility. We even think that until the last moment of madness, the gods will retain the instinct to protect mortals in some ways," Veronica said calmly. "There is too much evidence to prove the gods' protection of the mortal world. In the primitive era of mankind, the existence of the gods even helped the fragile mortals escape countless disasters. The madness and degeneration of the gods is a gradual process. After this operation against the upper narrator is over, I am more certain of this point."
As Veronica spoke, she lowered her head slightly and gently touched her chin with her fingers. She seemed to be thinking and organizing her words. "We can regard the upper narrator as a god in the early stage. In the early stage of birth, the purer ideas give him a purer divinity. This is the stage closest to the 'essence' of the gods. The gods in the real world are in the later stage. According to our observation records, the gods in the real world are in a very chaotic and paranoid state, and this situation will obviously continue to deteriorate …"
"We may be able to divide the gods into several stages," Gwen said thoughtfully. "The gods born in the early days of the mortal ideas are pure individuals due to a strong spiritual reflection. They are usually born because of a relatively simple emotion or desire, such as the fear of death and the awe of nature. This is the 'original god', and the upper narrator is in this stage.
"After the birth of the gods, they will be constantly influenced by the thoughts of the mortals. As the influence becomes more and more lasting, they will be mixed with too many 'impurities,' so they will become more and more chaotic and prone to madness. This is probably the longest period in the entire 'life cycle' of a god. This is the 'god in the pollution period'.
"At the end of the pollution period, the gods will completely become a chaotic and crazy existence. When all reason is annihilated by those chaotic thoughts, the gods will enter their final stage, which is also the stage that the disobedient want to fight against — the 'mad god'."
As Gwen's voice trailed off, Veronica nodded gently. "According to the characteristics of the upper narrator, your division should be correct."
"… So, not only divinity pollutes humanity, but also humanity pollutes divinity." Gwen sighed softly. "We have always thought that the spiritual pollution of the gods is the first and most powerful pollution, but we have neglected the fact that a large number of mortals also have a huge impact on the gods …
"The complexity and divergence of mortals have led to the continuous slide in the direction of madness since the birth of the gods. The gods who protect all things are 'created' by the mortals themselves. The 'mad god' who eventually destroys the world is also created by the mortals themselves."
"This is the nature of the world," Veronica said quietly. The disobedient who had lived for a thousand years sounded indifferent, and there was only a machine-like calmness in her beautiful crystal-like eyes. "It is neither fair nor biased. It just has a set of rules, and all of us, including the gods, have to operate according to this set of rules. The only irony is probably that we are a group of 'disobedient' mortals like us. We are a group of mortals who refuse to follow the rules and die obediently, and not willing to die is probably the biggest disobedience to this world. "
Gwen was silent for a few seconds before he shook his head and sighed. "… Survival is the instinct of all beings. Morality is limited to the community. In a sense, both humans and gods are pitiful."
At this moment, Amber's voice came from the nearby air. "But why must humanity pollute divinity? If mortals are complicated and chaotic, isn't it the same for mortals at the beginning of the gods? "
Gawain glanced to the side and grabbed Amber from the air. Veronica, who was beside him, said, "It's because we've been developing. Our race is getting bigger and more complex. It's not just in terms of material, but also in terms of ideology.
"The ancients who first conceived the 'gods' may simply be in awe of some natural phenomena. Their biggest wish may be to have enough to eat and wear and to survive the next day. But what about us today? How many wishes do mortals have? How many expectations and impulses do they have for the future? And all of these will point to the god who initially only wanted to protect people from eating and wearing … "
Amber listened to Veronica's words and could not help but slowly frown.
"This sounds like a dead end … Unless we never develop, and even our population does not change, and our ideology does not change for thousands of years, then we can avoid the 'mad god' … But how is that possible?"
"This is indeed a dead end," Gwen said faintly. "That's why we have to find a way to break it. Be it the Doomsday Cult's attempt to create a god that was completely dominated by humanity, or the Eternal One's attempt to break the Soul Stamp to sever the 'tainted link' between man and god, they were all attempts to break this cycle of death. It's just that … their paths never succeeded. "
Amber suddenly looked up at Gwen. "Is there any other way?"
Gwen looked at the pair of bright eyes and slowly smiled. "Where there is a will, there will always be a way."
"I hope this way is found soon." Amber pursed her lips and muttered. "It's good for humans, good for gods …"
Veronica heard Amber's words, but as the disobedient, she did not make any rebuttal or warning. She just listened quietly, her eyes were calm, as if she was deep in thought.
Gwen narrowed his eyes slightly, and his mind was in turmoil.
The development of mortals … in a sense, had brewed the poison that tainted the gods, and buried the hidden danger of humanity's own destruction. But development itself was the only resistance that mortals could make in the face of this cold and hard world.
This cold rule was not very friendly, but humans and gods had no other choice.
…
Magitech Research Institute, Druil Research Center.
The gray-haired Byron stood in an open space, nervously watching the technicians not far away busily adjusting the equipment around the platform. He tried to make himself look calm, so he stood straight. But those who knew him well could see the nervousness in the depths of the imperial general's heart from his calm posture.
The normal Byron rarely stood so solemnly.
Pea sat quietly on the chair next to Byron and looked up helplessly at her adoptive father. She lowered her head and picked up the writing board that never left her side. She scribbled a line of words on it, then poked Byron's elbow with a pen and passed the board to him.
"Dad, relax. You will affect everyone."
Byron lowered his head to look at the words on the board and forced out a stiff smile. "I … I'm quite relaxed …"
Pea saw this and sighed helplessly. She looked at a large pile of equipment and technicians not far away.
Pitman stood among a group of assistants and researchers. His wrinkled face had a serious look on it that was rarely seen.
The crystal resonating device buried under the experiment bench emitted a pleasant hum, and a complex and clear three-dimensional image appeared above the projection crystal inlaid in front of the experiment bench. His eyes swept across the view of the structure that looked like a spine, confirming every detail on it and paying attention to every change.
"There should be no problem. The reaction is the same as the last test. The artificial nerve cord is in good condition, and the signal transmission is very clear," an assistant said. "Next, let's see if the new contact at the base of the skull works as expected …"
"It's finally time to check it …" Pitman sighed softly. Then, carefully, as if holding a treasure, he picked up the strange-looking silver-white device placed in the center of the platform.
It was a "snake-shaped device" less than half a meter long, composed of silver-white metal segments. The whole thing looked like a flat spine. One end had a triangular structure that seemed to fit the back of the neck, and the other end had a few "tentacles" like terminals. The whole device looked sophisticated and strange.
This was the modified "nerve thorn."
Pitman held the triangular structure of the nerve thorn in one hand and the terminal nodules under the other. He came to Byron and Pea.
"Can it be used?" Byron asked immediately.
"It can be used." Pitman rolled his eyes. "But for safety's sake, we checked it again."
His words did not make Byron relax much. The latter could not help but frown and confirm again. "What if something goes wrong …"
"First of all, this is a non-implanted nerve cord. It relies on the contact at the base of the skull to establish a connection with the brain. The contact at the base of the skull itself has a fusing mechanism. As long as the user's brainwave disturbances exceed the safety value, the contact will break. Second, there are so many experts here, and the laboratory has prepared the best emergency equipment. You can put your heart back and let it continue to dance where it belongs for a few more decades. Don't be nervous here."
Byron opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but Pea had already stood up from the chair and quietly pushed Byron aside.
Pitman glanced at Byron and said, "Pea is much braver than you."
Byron's lips moved twice as if he had a lot to say, but in the end, he closed his mouth.
In this case, do not continue to question the professionals and do not add to the experiment. This was a simple principle that even the mercenary Knight understood.
"Pea, sit on this chair." Pitman led the girl to a nearby chair. Pea had tied up her hair before she went out today, revealing her smooth neck. Pitman held the world's first set of nerve thorns in his hand and put it little by little on the back of Pea's neck. "It's a little cold, and then you will feel a little numb, but it will be over soon. After that, the tray will stick to your skin to ensure the effective connection of the contact at the base of the skull. The effect of Glue is very stable, so if you want to take it off later, remember to press the buttons behind in order, or it will hurt … "
Pitman very seriously explained the precautions, and then he finally attached the silver-white device to the back of Pea's neck.
A very subtle clicking sound came from the silver-white metal joint. The device, which was a combination of magic material, light metal, and bionic material, sensed the brainwave and immediately seemed to be alive. The triangular tray attached to the back of Pea's head, and between the neatly arranged metal 'joints', a stream of dark red light quickly flowed rapidly. The internal runes were activated one after another, and the nerve thorns contracted a little and then stretched out.
Pea's neck trembled, but she did not show any discomfort on her face.
Pitman stood up and glanced at Byron, who was nervous, and then looked back at Pea.
"We have installed a small speaker in your nerve thorns. You can now try to 'speak'. Focus and clearly show what you want to say. It may not be easy at first, but I believe you will grasp it soon … "
Pea hesitantly turned her head, as if she was still adapting to the strange touch on the back of her neck. Then, she frowned and tried to focus in the way Pitman instructed her, forming the outline of what she wanted to say in her mind.
A strange, indistinct noise came from the nerve thorns behind her head.
Then came the second noise, but it seemed to be mixed with some broken and messy syllables.
Pea tried a few more times, and finally, the syllables began to connect, and the noise gradually calmed down.
She took a deep breath, focused again, and then fixed her eyes on Byron next to her.
An intermittent but clear voice entered the ears of the knight, who was almost fifty years old, "… Father … Thank you …"
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