"Buzz"
Murphy and Adel walked hand in hand out of the narrow rift that had shrunk to the point where only two people hugging could pass through. The mont he returned to the material world, the administrator felt the roar and bind coming from behind him.
It was as if many hands were pulling at him, unwilling to let him leave so easily.
Clearly, the greedy subspace had no intention of letting go of any unlucky soul who entered and snatched away treasures, but as the noble Lord Administrator, Murphy always had privileges.
He turned to look at the crack behind him, still trying to counterattack despite being suppressed by a pale light. The chaos that had been calm now surged like "angry waves" in a small basin, transforming into violet-black ghost claws attempting to grab Murphy and Adel, pulling them back into the Chaos Origin.
"Thank you for your hospitality, but your haunted place is a bit too rustic; I don’t plan on visiting a second ti anyti soon!"
Murphy waved his hand, launching a dazzling red light blade from his hand, slicing through the ghostly claws under the power of the Oga Program, swiftly resolving the final counterattack of a rift that had existed in the material world for millennia.
The Oga Program erupted, surging with energy impacts, combined with the suppression seal of the Beta Program, the last rift was pushed back to another dinsion in re seconds.
All that remained was a crack still flickering with irregular white light, like a sloppy surgeon’s "sutured wound" on reality’s fabric.
Thus, the subspace rift was completely sealed, with the Oga Program continuing to exert force to smooth out the lingering entanglent between the two planes, as if using putty to fill wall dents. Once the final process concluded, the aftermath of this millennium-old disaster would finally settle.
The closure of the subspace rift directly weakened the irregular gravitational disturbance zone on the fourth underground level. Floating debris fell into the chasm below, but the area had been shaped by the collision of energies beyond reality for a thousand years, permanently altering its physical properties.
At least the floating stone bridge would remain, a silent witness to the perilous yet unknown secret events that occurred here.
Against this backdrop, Murphy flapped his wings and turned to see Monica, the Amnesiac Sentinel, bound by chains from Old Flywheel and Ellen, still struggling and shouting "Protocol Three! Protect the Creator’s Incarnation"...
Well, now she should be called by her real na, Mosna.
"Will you tell this emotionally unstable sentinel everything that just happened?"
Adel whispered beside Murphy:
"I think it’s a bit too cruel; we just witnessed her sister’s noble and poignant self-sacrifice."
"I don’t need to personally speak these harsh words."
Murphy glanced at the mory core in his hand, still being washed over by the Oga Program, another more precious item hidden in his leather armor, known only to Vam and Adel, bearing witness to the heart-stirring events in subspace today.
Even Pipi Snake Mannis, who proposed the risky plan, couldn’t use temporal retrospection to determine if Murphy succeeded; Mannis’s abilities were ineffective against forces above its level.
Murphy caressed the mory core in his hand and said:
"Monica already left everything she wanted to say in this. Let the sisters complete this farewell, a thousand years overdue, themselves."
Looking at the item, the mory core quickly displayed its label:
Na: Sentinel Standard mory Core · Elite Unit Upgrade Version/Personality Plugin
Item Effect: Used to store mory data of sentinel individuals, its internal data can be extracted using special devices, but incorrect activation will trigger its self-destruct program, hence it is not recomnded for non-Sentinel Corps mbers to operate.
Notice!
The internal program has undergone indescribable permanent changes due to subspace power, deed harmless modifications; however, to avoid affecting Sentinel Corps’ operational mode, do not broadly disseminate programs within this plugin.
Item Description:
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Look closely, the back of this mory core is engraved with over 1,370 nas of sentinel individuals using astonishing micro-carving techniques. It’s their tradition; only those who made honorable achievents in the sacred mission against subspace are commorated in this way.
Monica’s na will ultimately be among them, possibly even leading, joining the ranks of chanical pioneers.
But honestly, I don’t know how they awakened this quirky tradition. When drafting the chanical thinking blueprint of the sentinel system, I surely didn’t include these functions.
Perhaps long-term combat against subspace brought unpredictable changes to their behavioral logic.
In other words, these chanical little sisters are becoming more human-like.
But that’s not a bad thing, right?
Who can refuse a group of mission-loyal, combat-capable ’chanical sisters’?
---- Love from [Data Deleted]
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"Look, she also understands sadness."
Murphy shook his head and said, then flapped his wings to land beside Mosna, wielding the Sentinel Commander’s Standard Combat Lightsaber he obtained from Monica, cutting through the chains that bound Mosna.
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