From the looks of it, the Protoss's world management system did indeed have some problems, but unfortunately, I couldn't help much this time — not only could I not help, even the most knowledgeable experts in the Empire couldn't help this time. The world management system wasn't something that could be worked on together in the past. From start to finish, it was something that the Protoss used for their own purposes. The Shiring Apostles obviously didn't know how to deal with it.
However, I reckoned that the Protoss didn't need us to worry about it. From what Icetis said, although the Pantheon was more concerned about this "large-scale system crash", it didn't cause too much of a commotion. It seemed that this wasn't too serious of a situation for the Protoss. Furthermore, this was their internal matter, so I shouldn't worry about it blindly.
Jingle and Uncle Kenser returned to the God Realm early the next morning. It was said that there were quite a number of management Gods who returned to the God Realm. Other than those like Uncle Kenser who met with a serious system crash, there were also quite a number of management Gods who met with regular alarms. However, the situation was very likely to be related to this incident. There were probably hundreds and thousands of management Gods. "Hundreds and thousands" might be a very small number compared to the total number of Protoss territories in the void, but this was already more than a hundred times the number of people who met with system crashes on a normal day. As time passed, this number was still rising rapidly. Hopefully, there wouldn't be any big trouble in the God Realm.
As a Gold-tier bookworm, Icetis's self-made management system definitely wouldn't have any problems. That was why this female gangster could sit on the sofa and eat melon seeds while lazily discussing the mass system crash with me. "Actually, this incident itself isn't too big of an impact. The most serious system crash that we've met so far is just restarting the management terminal. Furthermore, every world has redundant management groups. Even if the world management system completely crashes, the universe won't immediately be finished. For the local management Gods, this is a small problem that can be easily dealt with. Even someone like Jingle can deal with it. The only problem now is that these things happened at the wrong time. Look, the God Realm is about to go to war, and suddenly a bunch of things in the family are in trouble. Who wouldn't be anxious … The Pantheon should be going crazy at this time. "
While I was combing Araya's feathers, I raised my head and glanced at the female hoodlum. "As an expert in the God Realm, you're still holed up in someone else's house at a time like this? Don't you feel guilty at all?"
Icetis shook her head shamelessly. "I'm the Senior Commander of the Shiring Apostles. What's there to feel guilty about sitting in the capital of the Empire?"
I replied, "… Do you believe that I won't record what you're saying and send it to your dad? He'll chase after you across the universe."
"Actually, I really won't be of much help if I go back." Icetis waved her hand and her expression became serious. "Researching the world management system is just a personal hobby of mine. Even if I reach the level where I can write my own system, it's still considered unorthodox. I can't compare to that group of experts."
I looked at Sister Bing in surprise. It was rare to see this arrogant female hoodlum admit defeat like this. It seemed that the Pantheon, which she always ridiculed as "a bunch of old antiques guarding antiques and researching antiques", was really an unfathomable place. It seemed that the scope of its jurisdiction was very broad. Not only did it include the God Realm's personnel and administration, it was also in charge of the intelligence of the various worlds under the God Realm. Now, it seemed that it was also in charge of research and emergency dispatching, two seemingly unrelated things. Was there anything that they couldn't manage?
"The Pantheon is a rather general term." Icetis heard my confusion and immediately waved her hand. "It's a common term that means' ten thousand Pantheons'. It refers to the many Pantheons that manage many different things. Because there are so many Pantheons and they have all kinds of names, we usually call them all the Pantheon. When we call one of them, we just call it the 'Pantheon'. It's the same meaning as the 'authority' and 'government' that the people on Earth use. However, no matter how different the Pantheon is, there's one thing that they all have in common: they're all old antiques. "
I was speechless. "… Eh, I keep saying the wrong things! I thought that the Pantheon was called the Pantheon! "
"A Pantheon with ten thousand Gods?" Icetis rolled her eyes. "Isn't that just a shared dormitory?"
I was speechless. I thought to myself that I couldn't casually fill in these ambiguous sentences anymore. The difference between Pantheon X Pantheon and X Pantheon was too amazing …
At this moment, a few black figures the size of a palm suddenly jumped onto the coffee table in front of me and Icetis, interrupting our conversation. I looked down and saw that it was a few little crows. I didn't know how many of these little things the little crows had created or hatched. I only knew that I would always see these little girls in black clothes, which were the size of a palm, at home and in the City of Shadows. Usually, most of the little crows would fuse with Silly Bird and live in a mysterious space. However, considering Silly Bird's messy personality and the little crows' unrestrained lifestyle, it wasn't surprising that these little fellows would run around everywhere. These little fellows who hadn't completely gotten rid of their avian habits, and even their language was still "chirping" in various tones, I had always treated them as cute creatures. Although in theory, they would be the future Goddess of the Crow Gods, sometimes a goddess and a cute creature didn't conflict — just think about Jingle.
These little fellows were here to look for food. The moment they jumped onto the table, they ran straight to Icetis's plate of melon seeds. Then, they each held a melon seed and started nibbling on it. They looked as nimble as squirrels. Then, I realized that they quickly ate the shells of the melon seeds and threw the melon seeds on the table …
"Why do all the creatures related to that little bird seem to have abnormal worldviews?" Icetis gaped at the figurine girls. She curiously picked up the melon seeds that were thrown on the table and fed them to one of the little crows. The latter obediently ate it, but immediately spat it out. "They really do seem to be here to eat the melon seed shells … Chen, why do you have a strange expression?"
I replied, "… Yesterday afternoon, the little crow gave me a large handful of melon seeds. I was so touched that I thought the girl had finally grown up and become sensible … Turns out it was all leftovers from these little fellows!"
Speak of the devil. The moment I mentioned the little crow, the silly bird and the stupid fox came down the stairs together. The two of them seemed to be chatting and laughing, as though they were getting along very well. The group of little crows that were happily eating melon seeds saw their "mother" appear. They immediately let out a chirping sound as though they were young birds calling for their parents. Then, they all fluttered over. Well, actually, there wasn't any fluttering sound. It was just that these little fellows' actions were too similar to birds, so I subconsciously added sound effects to them.
They were a bunch of little fellows that had their own sound effects.
The little crow carefully stuffed the splits into its hair (I don't know how the little fellows hid after being stuffed). Then, it ran in front of me with the fox. The silly bird excitedly tugged on my sleeve and shook it back and forth. Her face was practically glowing as she said, "Master, Master! We want to form a group! "
I was just about to ask about the melon seed kernels yesterday when I was confused by the little crow's random question. "Combination?"
"A group with Big Sister Fox!" The little crow nodded vigorously as though this was enough to explain the cause and effect of the entire matter. The stupid fox also nodded slightly, pretending to be very mature and calm. However, her tail was shaking like a flaming wheel. It was obvious that she wasn't very calm either.
My head was getting bigger and bigger because of these two brainless girls. I had to ask them for a long time before I could get the gist of the situation — — These two were watching TV upstairs and saw all kinds of singers.
The little crow and the stupid fox thought of many things at the same time. As important figures, they needed a title. As important retainers of the Empire, they also needed a title. Most importantly, they also thought of the story that they only heard the beginning of yesterday. Although they didn't know the content of the fable, judging from the title, the two girls thought that the fox and the crow should form a group …
How bored are they usually that they have to deal with these kinds of things all day long?
"So … what's your group called?" I was already mentally and physically exhausted by the wild ideas that often popped up at home. I didn't have the time to argue with them. I could only follow the two girls' train of thought.
The little crow rolled her eyes and thought for a moment. Suddenly, she showed a happy expression. "It's what master called us yesterday. Birds and Beasts!"
I slapped my forehead. "Another one!"
The little crow thought hard and tried to dig out her limited vocabulary. Finally, she came up with another one. "Then let's call it Chicken and Dog Jump!"
This time, I didn't say anything. The stupid fox was the first to object. "I'm not a dog! I'm Lord Fox Immortal! "
"But master said you're a canine."
"Canines are different from dogs. Also, you're not a chicken. Chickens are domestic animals. Crows are wild birds …"
"But I'm domesticated …" The little crow was confused. She turned her head and looked at me. "Master, master, am I a domestic animal or a wild bird?"
I was about to go crazy. "…"
At this time, Icetis was trying hard to hold back her laughter. She slapped the tea table as if she was having a seizure. "Haha … Why are the people around you so funny … You should just call them the Beasts Group. At least it makes sense from a biological point of view!"
The little crow and the stupid fox looked at each other. Then, they high-fived each other. "Yay!"
After the two of them left, Icetis slowly reacted. She stared at me for a while and said, "Damn, what did I just do?"
"Who doesn't make a little stupid in their childhood?" I sighed and watched the little crow's back. "At least she didn't tie two wooden planks to her shoulders and pretend to be a Gold Saint. But I'm curious. Why is that fox so stupid? "
Icetis nodded with a serious expression. "Maybe it was because she played with the little crow."
No matter what, the two fellows who had been causing trouble since yesterday finally found something to do. It seemed like they could have some peace and quiet. At this moment, it seemed like I should do something serious: I had to go to the City of Shadows to find someone to talk to.
This time, I didn't bring anyone. I went to the Shadow City's research center alone. Then, I went straight to the staff dormitory. As expected — — Before I reached my destination, I had already met with Tawil more than twenty times …
Speaking of which, half of the dormitory was occupied by this bespectacled girl. How many projections did she create for herself?
"I'm looking for Schilling." After greeting Tawil for the twenty-first time, I couldn't stand this strange rhythm anymore. I randomly grabbed a projection and said directly. Tawil looked at me in surprise. "Your Majesty, you can call her directly. Schilling can instantly project herself anywhere."
I slapped my forehead. "… Didn't I forget? I'm really not used to that fellow's strange life form. Forget it, I'm here anyway. She should be resting now, right? I'll go look for her. "
"Yes, Schilling is waiting in the dormitory." Tawil pointed in a direction. "Right now, the second team's projection is active. If you follow my projection, you'll be able to see my dormitory."
I looked at the direction Tawil pointed in speechlessly. She could arrange her clones into a map to guide others. Moreover, she said it so naturally. This bespectacled girl's schizophrenia is basically incurable … Is she planning to build her own race?
I knew the approximate location of Tawil's dormitory. But now that I had a bunch of projections to guide me, it was much easier to find her. Soon, I arrived in front of a personal living cabin that looked no different from the others. There was a silver-white alloy door, and Tawil's identification information was displayed on the door. Behind her avatar, there was a "x1" symbol. This was where the Empire's top scientist usually lived. The "x1" behind the avatar indicated that the number of Tawil living in this room was one, and all the avatars in the other rooms were also Tawil's avatars. However, the number of people living in the other rooms was at least x50. Because it would take a lot of energy and time to cancel and reconstruct a projection, the projection would usually not be canceled after it was created. That way, they would naturally need to be on standby. While the projection was on standby, it was like an idle thread and did not require a living environment at all. So, Tawil put her clones in each room like a stack of toy blocks. This formed a landscape in the dormitory area … Although this landscape was a little strange. If you accidentally pushed open the door to another of Tawil's dormitory, it would look like you had entered a morgue …
I don't know how many clones of Tawil were waiting at the door. As soon as she saw me, she warmly welcomed me into the room. Then, I saw the place where the Empire's top scientist usually lived — it was simpler than I had imagined.
There were two beds. One was Tawil's, and the other was Schilling's. Then, there was nothing else.
Isn't this a little too simple?!
"All the furniture is integrated into the floor and walls, and can be expanded to form different things according to the needs," Tawil (projection) explained to me. "We all like a simple style. The fewer things in the room, the better. We also intend to modify the bed so that it can be hidden under the floor. Then, the room will look like an empty cube … Earthlings call this a post-modern home."
I keep feeling that this person in front of me seems to have gotten the term wrong again … But forget it, it's still the same sentence. Those with normal values can't survive in the upper echelons of the Empire. Common sense is nothing these days.
I looked at the empty room and asked Tawil (projection) curiously, "Where's Schilling? She's not here? "
"I am." 'Tawil' standing in front of me looked at himself strangely, then pointed at the small tag on his chest. "Your Majesty, look, I am Schilling!"
Only then did I notice that the translucent girl in front of me, who looked like a certain projection of Tawil, was wearing a tag with Schilling's surname. I thought it was Tawil's identity card, so I didn't pay attention at all!
"How did you become like this?!" I looked at Schilling in surprise. "I thought you were Tawil's projection."
"I don't know." Schilling scratched his head. "Usually, my appearance is very random, so I didn't pay attention to it. This time, it's probably because I lived with Tawil for too long, so I accidentally turned into her appearance."
I laughed dryly. I didn't know what to say. I could only say that it was fortunate that I didn't let Schilling live by herself. She would easily turn into whoever she lived with for a long time. What if she turned into a bedside table after living alone for a long time …
This kind of thing wasn't impossible in the Empire, where all sorts of high-energy daily occurrences happened every day.
"Your Majesty, do you need something from me?" Schilling couldn't help but ask curiously after I didn't speak for a long time. "Is it a new test? I'll be prepared ~ ~ "
"No, this time, I want to talk to you about the trip to the border of the Abyss a few days ago." I suddenly remembered the purpose of my visit today, so I sat on the edge of the bed (there really wasn't any other furniture here). "A few days ago, you appeared on the Admiral of the Empire because you sensed the 'attraction signal' from the Abyss Schilling. Can you tell me about the specific situation at that time?"
This was something that suddenly came to my mind in the past two days, and it was something that I was very concerned about: to what extent did Schilling and the Abyss Schilling still maintain a connection?
Ever since the "rift" in the New Empire's network was sealed, and Tawil designed a lot of surveillance programs to closely monitor it, I once thought that Schilling and the Abyss Schilling were completely cut off. Also, it was true that Schilling hadn't reported anything related to the rift or the "other side of the network" for a long time. However, based on what happened a few days ago, I deduced that the Abyss Schilling and the Schilling still maintained some sort of mysterious "connection," which really made me uneasy.
What made me even more uneasy was that the Schilling on our side was still a slightly slow-witted girl, while the Abyss Schilling on the other side of the network was a cunning old fox … If the two of them were really connected, do you think the Abyss Schilling would be able to trick Schilling into becoming a cripple with just a few words? I reckoned that in the time it took for Sandora to eat a meal, the silly Schilling would sell herself …
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