Capítulo 1252: Chapter 1252: Who Is She?
Regarding those human brain array mainfras, we considered freeing them from the start. Since the lowa People rely on the special attributes of the soul to control the starships, they didn’t completely destroy the souls corresponding to the human brain arrays; they only suppressed their activity to a very low state. This ans there is still a possibility for their resurrection.
However, truly bringing them back to life presents quite a few challenges.
The technology of rging multiple consciousnesses together and resurrecting as a new individual is not sothing new. There are many examples around us, the most impressive being Sandora’s forr deputy, currently the commander of the Revenge Fleet: Great Governor PL-15. He is a composite consciousness rebirth, made up of commanders who had followed Sandora for years but later fell on the battlefield and could not be resurrected. To continue fighting for their Queen, they voluntarily gave up their autonomous personalities and chose to rebirth as a mixed consciousness and continue to charge ahead. The legendary experience of the Great Governor is a typical Xyrin-style heroic officer profile: loyal, brave, self-sacrificing, dedicating everything for the Empire and Monarch, never stopping for victory—but his experiences cannot be replicated by mortal races other than the Xyrin Apostles.
Xyrin Apostles can return to the battlefield after death in the form of a fused consciousness for a reason; their souls are special: powerful, tenacious, filled with relentless determination. Even after death, as long as the soul remains, a Xyrin Apostle can maintain complete self, and for a valuable goal, this soul can achieve it at any cost, including giving up itself. Secondly, Xyrin Apostles are a race that grows within a spiritual network. Their minds are independent yet unified; despite having individual wills, the entire race is driven by a higher collective consciousness, which lays a second solid foundation for the “composite consciousness rebirth”: Even if they give up their independent personalities, Xyrin Apostles’ souls won’t dissipate like mortal races due to loss of self, because they have a collective will to hold on to, which no other race possesses, not even the Divine Race, who are likely not endowed with this special talent.
Additionally, the Xyrin Apostles’ unique ability to independently activate and deactivate emotional thinking and rational thinking has also influenced their souls. A pure logic mode Xyrin Apostle is no different from a computing machine, and as a machine, it can be parallelized: This is why there are many composite consciousness rebirths among Xyrin Apostles.
Finally, a word of caution: The above features are for Xyrin Apostles only; mortal races attempting it lightly risk brain damage, so please handle with care…
Here’s the issue: Xyrin Apostles can generate new individuals in the form of a composite consciousness while retaining all original mories, sothing ordinary races cannot achieve—at least not on the sa large scale. From what I know, a few ordinary races indeed have the existence of such rged consciousnesses, but they all operate on a small scale, perhaps a few close friends who could synchronize in life could manage, but even then at great risk, and their maximum scale wouldn’t surpass double digits. This situation is completely different from the Great Governor: Like Xyrin Apostles, who can rge thousands of consciousnesses into one for rebirth and then continually expand as needed, it’s sothing that would be considered insane by ordinary races…
However, there is one mortal race that’s an exception, and in my impression, it’s the only one I know: the “Council” of the Fourth Exile Fleet.
That female leader is a fusion of the entire Yunadean race—numbering in the tens of thousands, and at the sa ti, from what I’ve heard, Yunadeans are a carbon-based life form, aning their bodies inherently lack many special talents of Xyrin Apostles, like pure logic mode. Their individual soul strength couldn’t compare to Xyrin Apostles, who would nonchalantly insert themselves into research labs to enhance a new sub-clan, aning they found a way to achieve with mortal souls what only Xyrin Apostles have managed. Of course, I also know the birth of the “Council” was aided by the Yunadeans’ racial talent. Though they are classified as a mortal race, they also have special talents; however, compared to Xyrin Apostles, they at least appear closer to ordinary races, don’t they?
If we understand how fragile mortal souls can be smoothly rged together, then perhaps the racial talents used during the fusion process could be supplented through technological ans.
“Organize a detailed report on those human brain mainfras, including their complete life forms, soul structures, and current statuses, the more detailed the better, and then submit it to the ‘Council’,” I said, looking at Orelia, “Also, estimate how long it will take to dismantle all the human brain mainfras?”
“It will take about a week, that’s the fastest. After all, to ensure the survival of those human brain arrays, we have to create a matching maintenance system for each mainfra dismantled. We lack the corresponding production equipnt, which will cause so delay.”
“Oh, that’s already fast. Before that, I would like to et with the ‘Council’…” I thought for a while, feeling that was about it for now, “It seems the impression of the Fourth and Fifth Fleets on the Empire should have improved quite a bit, might as well go check it out… The lowa People were brought out by the Fifth Fleet, after all.”
Subsequently, after understanding so other circumstances of the Heavenly Realm City, it was already very late—I might miss dinner if I returned. Thus, I made my farewell with Alaya and Orelia. Although a sudden whim crossed my mind before leaving, wanting to see what it was like for Orelia to occasionally rub against a pillar when her wings felt uncomfortable, I restrained myself from ntioning it, considering she might be one of the few subordinates who still hold a decent impression of —perhaps soday I’ll let Alaya demonstrate it…
Sure enough, when I got ho, it was already very late, but as I expected, my family was still waiting for for dinner. Seeing Sandora’s eyes turning green made feel a tinge of guilt; this ti in the Heavenly Realm City took slightly longer than anticipated, not realizing the whole family would wait—this is what family is about.
To apologize, I could only serve myself a drink on the spot, and Sandora indulged in seven bowls of Zha Jiang noodles as penance, though I wasn’t sure what she had to apologize for. Little Light, curious, tried to sneak a sip of wine, but her sister dragged her away, leading to a little scene: Lilina, mischievously, poured a bit of beer into her sister’s cup during this distraction.
Now, her sister is sleeping upstairs on the second floor.
Alaya sat next to ; this was originally Pandora or Visca’s spot, but now the two little ones had been successfully bribed over to the table by the braised pork, so she sat there. Watching the angel sister on the chair was interesting due to her wings not retracting, so they had to loop over the chair back, with the wingtips trailing to the ground. Now, Little Baobao was crawling back and forth under Alaya’s seat, trying to grab those glowing feathers. Speaking of, after my sister and I persistently educated her, Little Baobao now finally knows not to pluck feathers directly from others’ wings, though it doesn’t stop her from brushing up against those shiny feathers.
Alaya gently fluttered her wings to evade Little Baobao’s attempts to grab them, fanning with a breeze in the process, maintaining a faint smile that showed she was genuinely happy.
“You’re in a good mood,” Bingdisi comnted, looking at the angel sister seemingly with an experienced eye, “Hmm, drawing circles on the ground with your wingtips, I tend to have that habit when I’m in a good mood, it seems all winged are similar…”
“I’m not…” Lin, in the middle of eating, muttered softly, to which Bingdisi promptly rolled her eyes, “I’m referring to those with a wingspan under a hundred ters. If you draw a circle, you might extract the underground water.”
“Oh…” Lin murmured softly, continuing her al.
“Because I see many new comrades,” Alaya said, raising her left wing, and I saw Little Baobao clinging to her feathers, having attached herself completely, “From tomorrow, there’s plenty of work to do, training new soldiers… Hmm, it has been several millennia since I last did that, feels a bit nostalgic.”
I reached out to pluck Little Baobao from the angel sister’s wings, and upon hearing her sigh, felt a bit of regret.
It seems, inadvertently, I’ve always neglected Alaya’s loneliness.
Besides the need to fight, she’s always sleeping in my spiritual world. Even when she cos out to move around, she appears aimless and idle, but that’s not because she’s inherently lazy.
For a long ti, Alaya was the New Empire’s only Xyrin Angel. She had no soldiers, no comrades, not much work she could help with. The conceptual division made it impossible for us to create new angels, and as the sole individual of her kind, Alaya was left solely connected to the Spiritual Network, serving as a computing power servitor: beyond that, the New Empire had nothing she was familiar with. On the battlefield, Alaya was active with extraordinary combat power, but without soldiers, without a fleet, no matter how strong an individual is, what can a general achieve? At most, be a super soldier.
Yet Alaya is, in fact, a general.
Until the end of the conceptual division, when we rediscovered the lost half of the Mother Star on the Mysterious Side, Alaya gradually beca lively. She enthusiastically devoted herself to the construction of the Heavenly Realm City, living each day fully and happily. Today, seeing her new compatriots finally gather again, she showed her truly most cheerful side.
The usual Angel Sister always smiled, as if she never had a downcast mood. Her temperant was so gentle that I forgot she might also have grievances and depression. She never complained about anything, quietly doing what she could, then spending ti alone in a corner that seed endless. During the conceptual division, she was thrown alone to the Mother Star of the Technology Side just to keep the World Arbitration Agency system complete. At that mont, she must have known what she would face: even in the best scenario of surviving, she would confront a future without any of her sub-clan compatriots. Yet she remained silent.
It was only today, seeing the Angel Sister’s unprecedented cheerful smile toward her new comrades and her lively behavior for most of the day, that I realized I had overlooked many things.
But in such a case, an apology seed pointless, so with a bit of guilt, I looked at the Angel Girl beside : “Well, although I’m not sure what’s going on, I’ll just penalize myself with another drink…”
Sandora across the table imdiately lifted her head, raising her bowl: “Oh, just in ti, I’ll penalize myself with another bowl of fried noodles…”
The Angel Sister’s smile grew even more radiant…
That night, the fox indeed did not return ho. She must have spent the whole night having fun with her old friends: everyone knew the lifestyle habits of those demons, they all go wild whenever there’s sothing to celebrate, partying and playing all night long, after all, they didn’t have many serious things to do. Even the demons who do business in Shadow City put a sign at their doors saying “This shop opens according to fate, custors settle their own bills,” how could you expect their lives to be regular?
The next morning, when I cleaned up and ca downstairs, I nearly stumbled at the front of the stairs. Looking down, I found a large, gold furry ball lying on the last step. The fox must have returned at dawn, as her ears were still covered in unvaporized dew. She was probably trying to get upstairs to sleep in her room—though she often slept by the door all day, she actually had her own room on the second floor—but she fell asleep on the first stair step.
I bent down and tugged at the fox’s large tail, yet she didn’t wake, rely shifting for a more comfortable position, wrapping another tail around her. As I leaned closer, the mixed scent of alcohol and a girl’s fragrance almost knocked over. Then I noticed a footprint on one of her tails: the footprint wasn’t strange, but it was her own. How did that happen? Did she trip over her own tail while walking? And backwards?
Just how crazy was she last night?!
Judging from her muddled state, she wouldn’t wake for a while. Even pulling her ears only elicited a couple of dream murmurs and ear twitches: even the trump card failed. I considered carrying her sowhere else, but then thought better of it. Although she had nine tails and was a canine, on the other hand, she was also a girl. It didn’t seem proper to move her—Sandora or Qianqian might see and I’d be bitten for a day.
More importantly, regarding a demon girl whose tails together occupied more space than her body, I wasn’t sure where to start: couldn’t just grab her tail and drag her to the second floor like that reckless girl Xiaoxue.
While I was pondering how to handle the muddled furry ball girl, Bingdisi suddenly appeared at the top of the stairs. The newly awoken female hooligan rushed down with a clamor, giving no chance to stop her, as I watched her jump down the stairs, finally landing on a fox tail.
The fox’s scream woke the entire household…
“Well… though it was my carelessness, the main reason is this one sleeping on the stairs, right…” Bingdisi awkwardly scratched her head, slightly sobered from her morning liveliness, while the unfortunate fox was darting around the living room, muttering continuously. I was sure of one thing: she was now completely awake.
Finally, the fox cald down. Due to the pain, she tiptoed in front of , showing her tail full of resentnt. Of course, since Sister Bing belonged to the Divine Race and carried a purification halo, having a so-called dust-free state, there were no prints on the fox’s tail. But I nodded solemnly to her, sympathizing deeply, and said that without unleashing a big move, there’s no way to win against that female hooligan, so please accept fate.
Hence, the fox imdiately raised her tail, spinning it like a windmill on my leg in a flurry of discontent, probably figuring I was the least likely to beat her in the household…
“Alright, alright, keep it up and no food for you,” I grabbed her tail to settle her down, “Let tell you sothing, that new girl in Demon Town, have you seen her?”
“…Huh?” The fox blearily looked up at , seemingly having totally forgotten why she returned to her mother’s family yesterday. Seeing her incurable look gave a headache. I pulled a Dingdang from my pocket and placed it on her head, “Dingdang, wake her up. This fox yawning now is 42 degrees! Just how did you beco such a good drinker, you fox!”
After a lot of fuss, the fox finally sobered up and rembered the strange girl in Demon Town. But when faced with my question, she just shook her head: “Didn’t see, nor know where she went.”
“Didn’t see? And she left the town?” I was quite surprised, although those demons were chaotic, they took their territory seriously: this inherent trait likely cos from the group with eighty percent belonging to evolved wild animals. But I didn’t expect the newcor to disappear like that!
“Oh, she seems to have stayed in town for two days, claiming to be a local…” The fox scratched her ear, “We thought she was a Priest from the Great Temple or an administrator from the Leaving World Garden because she could move freely in Avalon, so we didn’t ask much.”
“All the current managent and clergy in Avalon, you’ve at least t them as leaders,” I glanced at the fox, “Ordinary soldiers and lower monks wouldn’t easily leave their base, much less go to Demon Town to freeload. More importantly…there haven’t been any new personnel in Avalon lately, so she couldn’t be a new High Order Priest or Leaving World Garden Commander, you see.”
The fox wasn’t foolish; on the contrary, she was quite intelligent. Her usual lazy deanor only created an impression of a silly critter at ho, but now understanding reached her as I explained it so plainly. She realized what was going on at once.
“Could Avalon, such a place, really be intruded?” The Demon Fox Girl’s ears stood up, the fur slightly bristling.
“Theoretically, the chance of such an occurrence is zero. Being infiltrated is impossible, but sothing indeed is strange now,” I looked into the fox’s golden eyes, “Go to Avalon again, find Artemis… well, the small one, and have her check the incoming and outgoing information flow of Avalon. I’ll notify the Leaving World Garden and local garrison. Lilina—” My gaze fell on the Priest Loli, who was descending the stairs in bear pajamas, “Notify the Great Temple to scan the entirety of Avalon for unregistered personnel.”
After assigning these tasks, I exhaled, now to see if the sudden “stranger” can be found. (To be continued. If you enjoyed this work, you are welco to visit Qidian (qidian) to vote with recomndations and monthly tickets, as your support is my greatest motivation.)
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