"Who’s speaking?" Richard raised an eyebrow and asked.
"You can call ’Yogum’. I am a creation produced by the ’Oudinar’ Alliance, without self-consciousness but capable of completing the assigned tasks according to the settings. Of course, providing rule-based assistance to visitors with access is also one of my functions."
Richard listened, blinked his eyes, thought for a few seconds, and asked the sa question again: "Who’s speaking?"
"You can call ’Yogum’, I am..." the voice gave the sa reply.
"Who’s speaking?"
"You can call ’Yogum’..." Still the sa response, with no change in tone, the sa stiffness and chanical feel, making one doubt that even if asked a hundred tis, it would be the sa.
Indeed... there is truly no self-awareness... most likely cannot pass the Turing test... though it could be very well disguised, but the probability is low, after all, the opposite party doesn’t know about those artifact spirit-like beings that died miserably by his hand before... Richard thought to himself.
Pursing his lips, Richard further pursued: "’Oudinar’ Alliance’s creation? Was it made by so organization of the ancient wizard civilization?"
"In your era, you could say that." The voice replied.
"Then..." Richard narrowed his eyes, "Then... was the previous illusion related to you? Or directly, was it generated by you?"
"Yes." The voice answered, without concealnt and any embarrassnt, faithfully executing the established program, "The previously created illusion was my defense asure to prevent unauthorized access.
The foundation for generating the illusion was the intruder’s thoughts and mories, and a person cannot defeat themselves, so theoretically without external help, the intruder cannot break out of or leave the illusion. But you are sowhat special; you passed this verification in a way I cannot comprehend, according to protocol, thereby earning the lowest access rights."
"Exactly as I thought." Richard listened without surprise, having guessed as much while in the illusion. "So it is indeed an illusion generated based on one’s personal thoughts and mories."
Therefore, at the very beginning, he consistently controlled his thoughts, not revealing any information, seeing only the vast snowfield. Until later, he intentionally released so restrictions, associating with the events of the Blue Lion Kingdom, imdiately cavalry from the Blue Lion Kingdom appeared, then entering into the mory of once being in the Blue Lion Kingdom, constantly traced back further in ti.
First was the palace celebration, followed by the massacre, then he himself as a child reading...
But finally, before all mories, he saw that huge house with an internal blank space...
Richard pondered, his facial expressions changed several tis, he then took a deep breath, restored calmness, and looking at the air in front of him, said: "Alright, so of my doubts have been resolved, and those unresolved have so conjectures. What I want to ask now is, what exactly is this place?" Richard pointed to the large room he was in.
"This is ’Suandosluo Jisi Diao’." The voice gave a lengthy, difficult-to-read, and even harder-to-understand term, "Or you can briefly call it ’Di Gao’."
"’Di Gao’?" Richard frowned, "What exactly is this place, can you explain it in detail?"
"Sorry, that’s beyond my capacity range. I can only inform you, ’Di Gao’ is a term exclusive to ancient wizard civilization; it interprets its aning itself, like ’Hound’, ’Wild Boar’, etc.
However, due to the current era, there’s no presence of ’Di Gao’, so it’s difficult to explain clearly from another aspect. This is like if you have never seen a ’Hound’ or ’Wild Boar’, then no matter how much I explain, you would find it hard to fully comprehend." The voice said, "Hence, my suggestion is, please explore by yourself, as you have already gained entry to part of ’Di Gao’—the first layer of Balta."
"Balta? Explore on my own..." Richard murmured, looking ahead at the stone platform’s black tower, making a decision in monts, "Alright."
"Welco." The voice said, then fell silent, no longer responding, as if it had never existed.
Richard took steps into the black tower, engulfed in dense golden energy, cautiously touching the black tower’s surface, attempting to inject energy.
The mont the energy was injected into the black tower, the world brightened.
...
As the light gradually faded, Richard saw himself appearing in a vast space.
This space was sowhat like Eden but larger than Eden, almost boundless. In the air wafted gentle rays of light illuminating the surroundings.
Surveying the area around, he saw, not too far away on the ground, stood a towering sign with lines of characters, translations of a sentence in dozens of different languages.
He looked from top to bottom, discovering all were quite unfamiliar, only in the middle, near the top, he could sowhat uncertainly identify a few characters.
"...Materials...Number...Station..." Richard read aloud, slightly puzzled, unable to accurately grasp the aning.
Taking a breath, he turned his head looking straight ahead, his eyebrows furrowed.
What he saw was the presence of a large number of transparent cubes floating in the air in front of him, each cube with dinsions of one-ter length, width, and height. They looked sowhat like glass but in fact were composed of extrely special energy, with contents inside. A brief glance revealed the contents were highly diverse.
What exactly is this place?
"Di Gao" and the so-called "Materials Number Station" what does this imply?
Richard frowned, walked to the transparent cubes, observing one by one, guessing.
Could it be a museum? Or perhaps an exhibition hall?
Or perhaps... while guessing, Richard suddenly stopped before a floating fra, his gaze landing on the items within.
The items inside the fra weren’t particularly strange, only quite familiar to him.
Yes, they were quite familiar.
He saw they were divided into four parts according to mathematical quadrants: First Quadrant, Second Quadrant, Third Quadrant, Fourth Quadrant.
In the First Quadrant, there were several large capacity beakers; in the Second Quadrant lay a pile of conical flasks; the Third Quadrant housed dozens of test tubes; the Fourth Quadrant contained glass tubes, funnels, and miscellaneous items.
These items were packed within his personal Space Iron Ring for carrying around, prepared to conduct experints on the spot if needed.
Yet now, in this so-called ’Di Gao’ space, he saw the sa presence.
Exactly identical, not just similar. Each container’s size, quantity, and arrangent matched his mory precisely.
It couldn’t be such a coincidence.
Either he had fallen into yet another illusion, or...
Pursing his lips, Richard pulled out the Space Iron Ring marked ’Number eight’, reached inside, retrieved all beakers from the First Quadrant, placed them on the ground, and then saw, a hand in the transparent cube in front stretched in, "stealing" all the beakers away.
He then took the Second Quadrant’s conical flasks out, promptly, the sa hand in the transparent cube reappeared, "stealing" all the conical flasks.
Then the Third Quadrant’s test tubes, Fourth Quadrant’s miscellaneous items...
Once all items were removed from the Space Iron Ring, after a thought, he reached in and made a scissors gesture with his index and middle fingers.
That hand in the transparent cube gave him a matching scissors gesture.
Alright then... Richard exhaled deeply... feeling he could sowhat conclude: unlikely given no surprises, the internal space within his Space Iron Ring was the transparent cube in front of him, such that he was currently "stealing" things from himself.
Hmm, that’s plausible!
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