Capítulo 1250: Chapter 1250: Orelia’s Surprise
Pressing my hand against the crystal, the only sensation is the cold touch no different from the other devices around, along with the faint vibration emitted during the crystal’s operation. This ti, I didn’t make the gesture of greeting a rock—because last ti I was ridiculed for it.
But perhaps it was just an illusion; I always felt like I should hear so sort of response, even for an instant, even if it’s just a vague echo. Sohow, I believed I should hear a “voice” from this crystal. This baseless feeling was bewildering. I don’t know how I ca up with this idea, but once it appeared, it beca uncontrollable. Yes, a response. Sothing should respond to here, but it’s gone now.
“Ah Jun, is there sothing wrong with the crystal?” Sandora watched in silence for a while and couldn’t help but get curious, “Are you thinking of greeting this crystal again? Didn’t you try that last ti?”
“Greeting the crystal?” Gaia curiously repeated.
“Well…” Sandora showed a subtle smile, “Based on the crystal’s journey from the Imperial District to falling into the hands of the lowa, we feel it seems to have its own consciousness. It actively escaped the Imperial District back then, and Ah Jun tried to communicate with this thing… He seems to think there’s really a mind inside the crystal.”
Gaia looked dazed, and sure enough, a line of text appeared skillfully above her head: Now Loading…
“Ahem,” I coughed twice awkwardly, “Let’s not talk about that. But I don’t know why. Sohow I feel there should be a way to communicate here. It did escape from the Imperial District under abnormal circumstances.” Saying that, I curled my fingers and gently tapped twice on the crystal’s surface, producing a crisp sound like striking a tuning fork.
“Doubt this thing generated consciousness and could plan its escape from the Imperial District back then?” Gaia finished Loading at this point, and her translucent body flickered slightly, indicating great interest in the topic. “The crystal’s database capacity and core architecture aren’t designed to carry consciousness. Even with advanced functionality, theory dictates it couldn’t generate thought. Hmm, the chanism behind consciousness… is quite complex and might involve soul studies. I think the idea that the crystal developed consciousness is too far-fetched.”
Not just Gaia, even Sandora, who initially suggested the idea, ant the sa thing. However, the crystal’s departure from the Imperial District back then was quite convoluted, difficult to explain even with probability theory, sparking this half-joking notion. Unexpectedly, Gaia seriously analyzed it.
“Speaking of which… This is one of the record devices from the Fifteenth Day Zone back then. Is there anything useful in its data now?”
I temporarily dismissed the absurd thought of the crystal thinking and focused on the contents stored within. It’s a mainfra part of the Sky Zone Data Center, a database back then, which is quite tempting. In the current fledgling New Empire, what’s most important? Knowledge, of course! Few complete pieces of technology have been passed from the Old Empire to us. Taville consistently patches things up to normalize our technological tree. She ntioned in casual talks a desire for more Old Empire technology to study. This crystal seemingly offers hope.
But Gaia quickly extinguished that hope: “This is a Sky Zone database, not a technology database. Most stored here are troop intelligence and logs uploaded by the control zone from the Fifteenth Day Zone back then. Useful back then, but now it’s rely a history textbook. The universe ntioned in the database, most of them have already perished, leaving nothing.”
“Ah…” I twitched at the corners of my mouth. It seed like Gaia and I took turns bringing up several oppressive topics today. Even though she might not care, I found it quite awkward.
Regarding the crystal, it seems there’s not much worth studying. Taville probably agreed to hand it over to the Mother Star after confirming it contained no technological data. Its greatest value was as the carrier for the Heart of the World, but soon this value will vanish. The two parts of the Fifteenth Day Zone have rged, so the Heart of the World can’t remain divided. In a few days, Gaia will upload the entangled point of information from the crystal to the Leaving World Garden, where it will rge with the Heart of the World carrier on the Mysterious Side Mother Star—a tal ring—making the last remnant of the Fifteenth Day Zone whole again.
I was quite curious, the Heart of the World is a vague information source, how does Gaia handle sothing so invisible and intangible… But then I hesitated to ask her, thinking I wouldn’t understand, not even remotely…
As for the crystal itself, with nothing left of its connection to the Heart of the World, it’ll remain as a well-functioning piece of Old Empire equipnt. Gaia might install it on her new server. It’s rumored that Sister Gaia plans to add a group of servers at both poles of the Mother Star. Now she has two hobbies: calling roll for autonomous machines scattered across the planet and adding more servers for herself. I think this lifestyle of installing new components for oneself is quite… Xyrin Apostle-style chic.
After confirming the crystal’s status, I’m still puzzled by my baseless feeling, but I left the underground data center with Sandora. She headed to the Command Center first, and I decided to stay on the Mother Star a while longer, then visit the Heavenly Realm City.
The feeling of returning to the surface is good: I admit the Mantle great cavity is quite spectacular, but such an environnt truly doesn’t match human aesthetics. Outside, the day is already sunset, with only a stretch of scarlet dusk remaining along the horizon. In a place without a constant star, the dusk in the sky is naturally produced using simulation devices. Gaia and I randomly chose a teleportation point when arriving on the surface, now at a construction site sowhere in the Northern Hemisphere, standing atop a highland, I saw a massive ring-shaped structure undergoing intense construction below. Those specially designed autonomous machines capable of using the Builder’s data materialization devices busily flitting about, providing post-construction repair for the huge ring structure, while Gaia stood beside . Suddenly, a sense of familiarity surged within my heart.
The landscape before seed a bit familiar… Gaia standing like this beside also felt familiar.
“Your Majesty, it seems you rember,” Gaia noticed my expression and suddenly beca cheerful, “This is the place where you first t . This highland and narrow valley below are the areas you wandered at that ti.”
All at once, a scene from nearly five years ago returned to my mind: a confused self wandering in a dream, facing a gray, desolate world of steel, accompanied only by the hollow sound of my heartbeat and footsteps. In such a place, a phantom-like beautiful woman suddenly appeared beside , with a joyful call, the black-and-white world abruptly rebooted…
“That was the most radiant minute of my life, a minute of revival from death, marking the end of the long night. Although I only exchanged a few words with you back then, that scene remains vividly in my mory.” Gaia’s face was radiant with a smile, and the phantom-like woman exuded a vigorous feeling. I recall five years ago when I first saw her, thinking she was a shadow and even had the thought of an “Immortal Sister.” Now, the shadow remains illusory, yet “Gaia” has already beco a tangible entity beside . This sensation of two overlapping tis lingered, and finally, I shook my head: “I rember this place was a city, everywhere a forest of iron. The ring structure below feels familiar, I recall there being a ring-shaped square in the city’s center back then… But it was just a square.”
“The city was dismantled because it no longer had value,” Gaia said as a matter of course, “The Mother Star has been replanned, many original items here have been transferred to the Southern Hemisphere. Now this place will be remodeled into an extra Ghost Energy Well. According to my plan, the Mother Star will enhance its functionality and managerial central position comprehensively, no longer serving as a residence for the Envoys. What you can see is only the terrain from back then… Hmm, do you feel regret?”
Seemingly recalling human sentintal psyche, Gaia looked at sowhat awkwardly: “The reconstruction here wasn’t necessary, back then I made the choice for convenience and proximity. If you…”
“No, no problem, just triggered so sentint rembering that scene when eting you for the first ti,” I laughed happily. Despite so regret, well… every girl loves to dress up, right? For Gaia with the Mother Star as her shell, planning the star is like dressing up. Realizing this, I felt it best not to waste any more words.
Speaking of Gaia’s grand preparations before she goes out…
“Oh.” Gaia probably doesn’t know what I was just imagining. She replied ambiguously, just as a small autonomous machine flew over from the sky, diverting her attention. She waved at it, and the round little robot descended with a series of gibberish noises. Gaia embraced the machine—nearly twice the size of a soccer ball—with a smile, as if it were a pet. As she tinkered with the control panel on the back of the autonomous machine, she explained to , “This is a new model. It’s small in size, and although it looks a bit clumsy with its round shape, it’s very powerful—especially proficient at the maintenance of complex machinery. I’m planning to mass-produce this model and send it to the Great Governor’s Revenge Fleet. Those crew-less soul battleships quite welco these little fellows who can help with internal maintenance. It seems the previous batch wasn’t enough.”
Gaia was now smiling like a blooming flower. She’s been treating these autonomous machines like pets for quite so ti. Initially, I thought it was a habit borne out of the loneliness she’s endured living alone on Mother Star for countless millennia. But my view has shifted: Gaia has plenty of ways to pass the ti. Even putting on makeup requires a global engineering team. Where’s the ti to be bored? So it’s rely a personal hobby—just like how Pandora cares for her precious lump cannon as a pet, I’ve seen her spend an entire day holding and cleaning that cannon.
Everyone around seems to have their own little quirks…
I bade farewell to Gaia, watching her waving goodbye with one hand while hugging the ball, then disappearing into the twisting light screen of the Teleportation Gate. Monts later, the scene transford into the grand architecture of Heavenly Realm City amidst the clouds. The atmosphere changed from a hyper-technological future city to floating palaces reminiscent of divine abodes—no matter how many tis I experience this transition, it’s always exhilarating.
The Heavenly Realm City had also embraced the twilight, though its nights differ from those seen on the ground: there is no earth in Heavenly Realm City, as its entire world floats within a boundless sea of clouds. When dusk falls, the glow of the evening light doesn’t appear in the sky above but swirls around and beneath you—certainly unscientific, but that’s how the Heavenly Realm City the package is designed. If it feels unscientific, go complain to Qianqian…
I seed quite lucky on this visit. Not only did I catch the most beautiful twilight mont of the day in Heavenly Realm City, but I also encountered an aurora curtain. Just as you would imagine, the aurora of Heavenly Realm City hangs directly throughout this entire space. The radiant curtain of light pours down from the endless sky ceiling, stretching into the boundless sea of clouds below, the dreamlike, dazzling light curtains quietly shifting, drifting, and even passing through your body—and you through the curtain of light. The faint mist light emitted by the cloud architecture of Heavenly Realm City blended with the auroras hanging in the heavens and earth, in the increasingly deepening night, making one feel as if entering a freely splashed dreamland. The first ti I saw such a scene, I didn’t even dare to breathe, fearing to disturb this fleeting dream. Even now, standing under this aurora curtain, I couldn’t help but stand still…
Then take out the data terminal to take photos and post on Weibo…
I can’t help it; I am a re mortal, after all. The only artistic beauty was the scenery just now…
But I didn’t just co here for the scenery…alright, not solely for the scenery. I ca here to find soone to understand the situation. At the teleportation platform at the top of the East Angel Wall, I waited for barely ten seconds before seeing the space distort a short distance ahead. Following the subtle whistling of the wind, an elegant figure shrouded in Holy Light condensed into existence before , revealing an angel with wings.
This was a female angel, with the typical features of all Xyrin-side angels—silver-white hair and golden irises, her appearance striking, with delicate, slender features. This unfamiliar angel wore a dress similar to Alaya’s favorite gowns, a fit-and-flare dress that revealed a rather slender fra—okay, quite slender.
I blinked: “Who are you?”
The angel, whom I was eting for the first ti, looked surprised: “Your Majesty, what’s wrong? I’m Orelia!”
I was stunned, studying the winged woman again. I didn’t recognize her at first, but when I covered her face with my hand, I imdiately recognized her. That subtle physique, once humorously described by Qianqian as ‘present-yet-absent’ frontal armor…as expected, covering her face revealed Orelia: “Oh wow, didn’t recognize you at first, it’s the first ti I’ve seen your face.”
Orelia’s smile was a little stiff, and her wings twitched slightly: “Your Majesty… Previously, it was rely a result of self-absence from sleep… As ntioned before, my original form will be restored sooner or later.”
I looked at Orelia with envy: “I’m so envious of you non-corporeal beings who can freely grow faces…”
Orelia: “?”
“Never mind,” I quickly waved my hand, pushing thoughts of Void Form aside, “I an your original appearance is actually quite pretty—well, I heard you just completed a big project. I was curious, so I ca to see.”
Orelia seed quite pleased to be complinted on her looks—after all, she hadn’t shown her face for a long ti. She then turned, releasing a beam of Holy Light into the distant night sky: “Yes, Your Majesty, this is a surprise. After several rounds of growth and catalysis, we’ve finally amassed enough to form this kind of—”
Orelia deliberately paused mid-sentence, and just as her voice trailed off, I heard a tune-like sound resonating from the distant night sky.
The aurora above went spectacularly bright, as golden Holy Light swiftly spread down from the aurora’s peak, as if the gates of Heaven had opened with divine light pouring into the mortal world. When these bright rays expanded across the entire aurora curtain, countless powerful figures filled with a sense of holiness began to separate from the light.
They were Xyrin Angels, in their complete form like Alaya and Orelia, gathering en masse!
re monts later, these powerful beings enveloped in Holy Light filled the view in front of , their numbers so imnse I couldn’t begin to count them—a number certainly exceeding ten thousand!
“Ford an Angel Battle Group like this—” Orelia turned with a smile, “with a full complent of thirty-five thousand troops, awaiting Your Majesty’s inspection.” (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit qidian to vote with recomndation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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