Chapter 232: Chapter 232: Undying Pandora Chapter 232: Chapter 232: Undying Pandora I sat down on Pandora’s obviously child-sized bed, looking around at the stark and serious furnishings, utterly speechless about this sowhat stubborn little loli. Although my long-term subtle influence had made Pandora’s behavior increasingly like a normal little girl, changing so of her habits, particularly the way she lived, was proving to be incredibly difficult. This bedroom, which could easily double as a temporary war room, was a pri example—without my saying so, who among you could guess that this place belonged to a little girl’s bedroom?
However, to say there had been no progress would not be quite true. My gaze slowly scanned the room, and to my surprise, I found a small, cute box on the nightstand next to the small bed—inside, five or six brightly colored lollipops were proudly asserting their uniqueness in the room.
I imdiately gazed into the distance.
Who would have thought that after the complete annihilation of my teddy bear and fairy tale book alliance army, it would be lollipops, these seemingly insignificant troops, that firmly held their ground? Indeed, could it be that in this world, lollipops are the invincible divine weapon against loli-type creatures?!
I just wondered what the expression would be on the faces of the subordinate commanders if they walked into Pandora’s room to report an ergency and saw their general standing beside the battle map, licking a lollipop…
Noticing my focus on her candy jar, Pandora, who had been sitting next to waiting for to speak, imdiately blushed a shade almost imperceptible, and then the little girl stood up with lightning-fast speed, intending to eliminate the source of trouble that had tainted her imperial general image.
Of course, I knew what Pandora was planning to do, so I quickly grabbed her collar and pulled her onto my lap, my expression grave and tragic, “Pandora, let these warriors stand their last watch in this dreadful place! Their companions have sacrificed enough…”
For the sake of the teddy bears, dolls, and fairy tale book martyrs whose whereabouts are known only to the room’s mistress, lollipop warriors, you must hold strong in Pandora’s little house!
My words made Pandora instantly wear a dazed expression—she blinked, not understanding why the topic had suddenly shifted to standing guard.
“Standing guard… Soldiers from Sicaro are on duty…”
The little one just couldn’t understand how I was treating the cultivation of her normal loli personality as an eternal battle.
“Alright, let’s talk business,” I thanked the lollipops in my heart for being the only things that could pique Pandora’s interest, then patted her little head and got serious, “Pandora, do you have a sister?”
“No.”
Pandora responded in her usual terse manner, with that sa perennial doll-like face that barely changed except for a movent of the lips, like a fixed sculpture.
“No sisters?” I thought for a mont and then rephrased, “Then… within the Xyrin Apostles, is there anyone who looks exactly like you and knows you? If so, how many such people are there?”
I was reminded of Visca’s words. She kept emphasizing that there were “many, many” Pandoras, maybe even tens of thousands, hence my last question.
This ti, Pandora’s expression finally changed—first she was stunned, then she appeared to be thinking, and then…
I couldn’t be sure what the look on her face was—it could be surprise, confusion, realization, but… it might also contain a touch of sorrow and concern.
I couldn’t believe such an expression would appear on Pandora’s face, so when I saw that always icy little face show such an expression, my first reaction was that I must be hallucinating.
She must know sothing.
That was my first reaction, Pandora’s expression had said it all, and the complexity of that expression indicated she not only knew about the existence of a Xyrin Apostle who looked exactly like her but also had a deep connection with the other.
“Pandora, what do you know?”
Pandora lifted her head to look into my eyes, a rare struggle appearing on her face, then she lowered her head and remained silent for a long ti.
I could tell that she was very conflicted at the mont, but the appearance of the black Pandora was of great significance. Despite feeling sorry for Pandora, I couldn’t help but ask.
Suddenly, I felt my hand tightly grasped by a small one, and then Pandora’s calm voice rang in my ear, “Brother, they are… my shells…”
“Shells!?” I exclaid in shock, suddenly recalling that Visca had ntioned this term.
Pandora silently nodded, then continued, “That was part of a huge project of the Xyrin Empire millions of years ago. Most of the information about that project has been lost, but the remaining details are still preserved in the mory cores of all Xyrin Apostles, including the ‘Undying Project,’ which is where those shells of mine ca from…”
“Undying…” I murmured the grand-sounding title, associating Pandora and what Visca had ntioned about “shells,” and I began to form a vague guess.
And Pandora’s next words confird my suspicion.
“The Undying Project was researching the technology of endless rebirth. The Empire at that ti initiated this experintal technology to ensure the survival of top-level apostles as much as possible,” Pandora recounted in a calm, steady tone, as if it were all completely unrelated to herself, “The Xyrin Apostles are a war race born to eradicate the Abyss. Although we do not know when we were given this mission, ever since the establishnt of the Empire Information Center, eliminating the Abyss has been listed as the highest operational order for all apostles. Almost every Xyrin Apostle is a warrior, all destined to join the endless war against the Abyss, which inevitably results in trendous casualties. Low-level war puppets are disposable, lacking thoughts and intelligence, and can be mass-produced by arsenals at any ti, so we do not care how many fall. But Middle Rank and High Order Xyrin Apostles are extrely precious, especially the High Order Apostles whose combat power can challenge the True Gods. Their combat experience and warti wisdom are not sothing that can be mass-produced or cloned. Their formidable individual strength ensured that such apostles could not be created on production lines. Hence the death of every High Order Apostle ant a massive loss for the Empire. In an effort to reduce these losses and preserve these precious High Order Apostles, we initiated the Undying Project.”
As if totally casting aside her hesitation, the usually silent and reticent Pandora now beca generous with her words, unfolding the entire plan to , and I was completely stunned by this astonishing project.
Undying didn’t an creating an apostle so powerful that it was invulnerable but was about giving those chosen apostles the ability to endlessly resurrect. In short, prepare countless shells for the High Order Apostles and preserve them in various safe places. Even though the bodies of High Order Apostles were extraordarily powerful and almost impossible to mass-produce, compared to their precious souls, creating so bodies was much easier. And these bodies did not have to be as strong as the originals. As long as they could resurrect these High Order Apostles, they would naturally regain their forr strength in a short ti, similar to a Magic God in a novel whose soul is reborn in an unremarkable body, possessing mories and experiences from before, allowing for a massive leap in strength that’s practically akin to cheating.
Pandora was a participant in this project at the ti. Although she wasn’t an Imperial General back then, she still earned the opportunity to beco “Undying” with her astonishing Talent and remarkable rits. Her body was cloned, and thousands of soulless, standby “Pandoras” were preserved within the core of a Death Star used as a testing ground. These empty shells were fitted with cross-Plane signal transmission devices capable of receiving signals, so as long as the body currently used by Pandora perished, her entire Soul, including mories, personality, and emotions, would be uploaded at the first instance, then injected into one of the slumbering shells through the dispatch system, thus completing a full Resurrection.
However, this Technology remained experintal and had many imperfections. Pandora spoke a lot about them, but you may have guessed, I didn’t understand a single thing… In any case, ultimately, the project was forced to halt because the Xyrin Empire’s scientists had found a more mature and reliable thod of preserving souls. There was no need to create a massive amount of backup bodies at great expense. A small Soul Crystal was sufficient to safeguard a soul. But rather than waste resources, Pandora didn’t destroy her backup bodies and instead set them to stand by indefinitely, as a backup plan for any ergency.
Without a doubt, that black Pandora, the little girl I nad Visca, was one of those thousands of Substitute Puppets.
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