??Chapter 224: Chapter 224 A “Gift” from Another World – 1
Chapter 224: Chapter 224 A “Gift” from Another World – 1
“What’s going on? The progress bar shouldn’t be stuck at this ti, should it?”
Colin continued flipping through the pages, but even after two hours had passed, there was no movent in the progress bar—
Could it be that so key information is missing?
Just as he was feeling sowhat baffled, the cat-eared maid beside him suddenly stepped forward and said, “Director, shortly before you arrived here, I received a ssage from you. The ssage asked
to tell you the words on this note once you had re-examined most of the important materials…
“Would you like
to carry out that instruction?”
Huh? Sent a ssage a little while ago? Wasn’t “I” dead?!
Colin felt a chill run up his spine from his coccyx, feeling as though he had seen a ghost.
But a bright idea struck him a second later, realizing that the received ssage might be related to the parchnt he had taken away, which might have automatically sent a signal or sothing when getting close to this place…
The last words left behind in the sewer might have included more than just what was on the surface.
“Go ahead.”
Colin waved his hand, indeed curious to see what else the other party might have left behind.
The cat-eared maid nodded, mimicking human speech, and began, “Be careful! From the very beginning, this was a trap for both you and us. To us, this was never a teleportation ritual, but rather…”
After pausing for two seconds without hearing the rest, Colin asked, “But rather what?”
No answer ca, as the Nano Intellectual chanism suddenly leaped backward. While Colin was on guard and puzzled, he saw it spark like it had short-circuited, its body emitting sparks and thick smoke, then twisting as if it was being twisted into a twizzler, jerking a few tis before lting away completely.
This… Colin was dumbfounded.
But not long after, on the other side of the room, a pile of silver liquid seeped out from a crack and arched upward, transforming into a new cat-eared maid Nano Intellectual chanism.
“Core malfunction due to unknown short circuit, currently repairing…”
“Short circuit? Getting shot eight tis in the back is suicide, right?”
Colin couldn’t believe it was just a short circuit. Sensing sothing, he asked, “Continue what you were saying just now…”
“This is a docunt about the history of ‘The Hague Shelter’…”
“No, not that, the very last part.”
“I’m sorry, that ssage is the last of my existing mories. Attempting to search for lost backups…”
‘…Forget it.’
Colin felt that he would not recover the mory. He suspected that it was so kind of interference left by the “Administrator” who had already departed. Whenever certain key information was about to be revealed, an accident would occur.
This kind of tactic was not unusual…
“So the only viable content of that statent was ‘this is not a teleportation ritual,’ and then it blew up. What was the rest?”
Resting his chin in his hand, Colin had a hunch about so theories inside his mind but was not quite sure.
For instance, looking at the result, “Colin” didn’t go over, but Colin ca through, which likely ant this was not just a teleportation ritual, but more likely a summoning ritual.
“But even if it was interrupted, it’s not hard to guess, right? Could there be sothing else?”
Colin was puzzled, feeling that he was on the verge of grasping the whole truth, capable of completing the mission, but in the end, he was stuck on this last one percent.
After a while, the cat-eared maid completed “self-repair” and inford Colin that indeed an unknown fault had occurred, possibly due to a bug in a pre-existing program triggering a short circuit.
The good news was that the bug had been fixed…
The bad news was that the mory files had been completely lost and could not be retrieved.
“They’ve already fled, so why leave these traps behind?”
Colin was speechless at the actions of this “Administrator” who had defected from Bonfire Company—Was it necessary to go to such extres?
Without giving it much more thought, knowing that he was unlikely to get the last bit of information, Colin lost interest in examining these reports and got up to leave the secret office.
As he was leaving, Colin said to the “cat-eared maid,” “Unlock all docunt permissions and transfer them to the personnel of ‘Human Future Research Institute’ and ‘Dawn’s Light Foundation’.”
There was nothing on top of them that they shouldn’t know. It didn’t matter if he gave it all away before leaving…
After all, no one in the institute would oppose it.
“Yes, all permission restrictions removed, transfer in progress. Expected to take three days.”
“Right.”
Colin did not inquire further and left the office, then he arrived at the main hall, where he saw Qin Chuan and others lying on beds, being treated by “Nano Intellectual chanism” nurses.
These nurses had cat ears, rabbit ears, fox tails, elves’ long ears, little bat wings on their backs, and others Colin couldn’t imdiately identify which species’ anthropomorphism they were…
“This ‘’ has a thing for non-humans, huh…”
With an internal critique, Colin then looked at Qin Chuan, who was lying there, and said without any more politeness:
“If tomorrow, when it’s ti to leave, you could bring so people with you, what would you think?”
Whether or not they could take people back to Earth, Colin didn’t have the final say; the decision lay with the person in front of them. If they disagreed, that was fine, but if they agreed and sothing went wrong later, the responsibility wouldn’t fall entirely on him.
“I…”
Qin Chuan hissed, equally undecided.
Based on the current intelligence, it was clear to both them and the local forces that the collapse of this world was almost certain. If they didn’t leave, most people here would have no chance to survive. Qin Chuan, who as a child had pledged to protect the common people, found it hard to bear such a thing happening.
But… if the people from here carried so special virus or contamination to Earth, that would be a big problem.
During the conversation between the two n, Xia Liufang and the others refrained from interrupting, mostly sharing the sa thoughts.
They felt sympathy for the plight of this world, but they were more concerned that their compassion could bring terrifying disasters to their own kin.
“What about you, what are your thoughts?” Qin Chuan looked up and asked Colin.
The ball was back in his court… Seeing Qin Chuan’s hesitation, Colin shook his head and spoke:
“Since we’re undecided, let’s talk about it tomorrow. After all, I’m still not sure exactly how we’re going to leave this world.”
If they were to leave through sothing like Bonfire Company’s “Descent Protocol,” Colin wouldn’t mind taking so people with him.
Even taking them to “World Code-13” would be better than here…
“Okay,” Qin Chuan nodded, not pursuing the matter further.
After the conversation ended, the air suddenly fell silent.
Qin Chuan wanted to find a topic to understand Colin’s thoughts but didn’t know how to start the conversation. However, they weren’t surprised by Colin’s “no longer pretending.”
Because, unless there was a thod to erase mories without detection, Colin’s identity would definitely be exposed eventually. They weren’t fools; under scrutiny, even the smallest inconsistency would be caught.
Their approach wasn’t one of “innocent until proven guilty,” but rather “better to err on the side of caution.”
Moreover, now wasn’t the ti for chatting, since so in the group were looking at Colin with suspicious and sowhat angry eyes.
In their view, Colin possessed mysterious thods, a suspected inside agent for Bonfire Company, and considering everything, this incident could even be his conspiracy.
No, to be more precise, both he and the Eighth Level Personnel were suspected of being inside agents.
Even if he had saved them before, it might have been for so special purpose…
“You don’t need to look at
like that. What’s happening now really has nothing to do with , and it annoys
too,” Colin said, sensing those gazes and shaking his head helplessly.
Finished speaking, without waiting for a response from those fellows, he walked to the other side and chose a seat at random, sitting there alone.
Ti passed quickly, and with the last eight hours remaining, the evacuation began.
In accordance with the agreent with the Father of the Deep Sea, Colin went to the predetermined spot on the beach. Beside him, apart from Qin Chuan and others, there were also many of The Innocents, selected from the two shelters.
These were humans with contamination levels below 0.01, the seeds they planned to send off from this world.
Of course, they had been told beforehand that if the ans of departure ended up being special and they couldn’t take them along, they would harbor no hard feelings…
At this mont, 223, who had acquired a new body, ca walking up, arrived beside Colin holding a tal briefcase in his hand. Passing it over while facing the bewildered looks from Colin and the others, he said:
“This case is a special hard drive, guaranteed to be uncontaminated. It contains records from over a dozen shelters after the disaster, our technical thods, personnel lists, our actions, our perseverance and struggle, our failures and mistakes, our efforts…”
“Of course, it also includes knowledge from the Dawn’s Light Foundation and the Human Future Research Institute, as well as knowledge organized from the Hague Research Institute. Plus all the nas and deeds of everyone we could gather…”
“In addition, it contains most of the world’s records about various monsters, as well as the geography and history before and after the disaster, observations on changes to physical constants, mathematics, and more…”
“We have docunted all the knowledge and information our world could record, as a gift for you…”
“Even if you can’t take any person from this land with you, we don’t mind, because it’s an understandable situation, without any need for guilt…”
“After all, you are humans, and so are we. Your presence has shown us that we are not alone and have not been severed…”
“I am saddened that our world is coming to an end, but I am happy to know there are kin far away…”
“Please convey my regards to one person living there…”
“Anyway, this is a gift, one that requires no return gift…”
“I hope this gift can bring so help within your reach to your world.”
Having said his lengthy piece, 223 looked at the sowhat stunned people including Colin, spit out a word, and then jokingly said:
“I don’t know who wrote this script, making the latter half so sentintal. I just don’t like that.
“But there’s sothing I have to say, we’re not entirely without self-interest.
“If a long, long ti from now, you still rember that there was a world that brought you so small help, or even rember that there was a man nad 223 at the Dawn Foundation…
“Then I would be very happy, because that would an we haven’t truly perished.”
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