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Sotis, I am also deeply curious about my own existence.
Alright, I know that in most cases, the girls at ho only have four words to describe , which is waiting for death while eating, sotis with prefixes or suffixes like babysitter or idiot. And their assessnt isn’t exactly wrong. If you consider as a pot of soup cooked by Sandora, then those attributes are akin to the amount of toxic substances in the soup—sothing I regard as an advantage.
But aside from waiting for death while eating, I occasionally ponder over so profound questions, like where I co from and where I’m going, the dialectical relationship between the Void and Abyss, why I don’t have a face after becoming a Void Creature, where Sandora stores the food she consus or whether it directly participates in a nuclear reaction and disappears. These deep questions often lead into an incredible state of spiritual transcendence, which mostly happens before dinner, causing the girls at ho to often say that I am eagerly waiting to be fed at dinner ti. But I know that I’m actually deep in thought, and the one eagerly waiting to be fed is Sandora...
Alright, I admit, the sudden impulse to think about this ca when Bingdisi suddenly told that the Father God is awkwardly preparing a 5-billion-year plan in the distant Divine Realm, researching and preparing to create a race classification for all Void Creatures that can be clearly described. Currently, the race has three mbers, with one on the far end of the Void at the other side.
Could I announce terrifyingly that a third of my clan is already unaccounted for?
"Void Creatures are just Void Creatures, right? I think there’s no need to get tangled about this," I scratched my head, looking at Bingdisi with confusion, "Isn’t it a race?"
"All currently discovered Void Creatures differ completely in how they constitute life and their power systems. Each can independently classify itself into a separate category," Bingdisi rolled her eyes, "Of course, the total number of Void Creatures is just three. So Father God is very curious, wondering if there is a possibility for Void Creatures to beco a cohesive race. Initially, we knew of only two Void Creatures, and thus Father God thought comparative analysis was pointless because, for a race, a minimum of two samples doesn’t provide proof of universal laws. But now you’re the third, which gives higher research value, so Father God ambitiously wants to..."
"Wants to combine the three of us, to see if there’s anything in common, and then prepare to register us as a race," I felt cold sweat seeping out, and cast a glance at Bingdisi’s blood-red eyes with a peculiar feeling, "Why are your Divine Race people so... Why is Father God spending his idle ti researching this?"
Bingdisi seriously thought about it and told , "He’s bored."
I instantly felt like I was sweating profusely, looking as if I was about to die of dehydration, and it took a full half minute to react, and another half minute to figure out what to say. Finally, I could only give the mouthy female hooligan in front of a look of admiration, completely surrendering to her moral and integrity values. Bingdisi noticed my gaze and retorted feistily, "What’s wrong with that? I indeed respect Father God, but even respect can’t stop feeling like he’s bored... Hey, why aren’t you speaking?"
I thought for a bit, and twisted my expression to say, "I’m bored..."
Honestly, I was really mistaken, I shouldn’t have believed Bingdisi could spit out ivory from her mouth from the start, shouldn’t have believed she had the basic morals and integrity in her brain, shouldn’t have believed she could let peacefully set off to the depths of the Void to find a world supposedly destroyed by Visca, and shouldn’t have said I’m bored in front of her, truly, because as soon as I said it, this capricious Goddess imdiately blurted out five characters without any punctuation: "Want to massage?"
And then, Sandora conveniently teleported over, summoning to set off.
Thereafter, I spent ten minutes explaining to Sandora that I wasn’t injured and nowhere needed a massage, while Bingdisi, after causing this ss with her mouth, just washed her hands off it, and during these ten minutes, the spaceship’s bridge corners were filled with inscriptions of "I was here," interlaced with the ones written by Qianqian.
I could be inclined to view that as her way to release embarrassnt; otherwise, I couldn’t control the urge to beat her up, though I’m not sure if I’d win.
Because we don’t know what that Void Structure temporarily nad "Gray Net" truly is, we made ample preparations before setting off, bringing the most elite Royal Fleet and Revenge Fleet, and additionally bringing the Divine Clan’s Tiaozi Five as powerhouse fighters and Prophet Lin, the walking lightning rod. Although we haven’t been paranoid enough to directly storm the site with the Celestial System Fleet, this configuration is sufficient to sweep many entities, like Visca’s Destruction Army back then. Despite Visca’s blurred recollections of how many spaceships he had in his Destruction Army, it shouldn’t surpass what’s in the Big Nebula, right?
"Fleet synchronization is good, we are about to arrive."
The Imperial Admiral’s onboard computer emitted a soft, deep synthetic female voice, as the command room’s gigantic holographic display began to light up, revealing a vast darkness—currently the scanned "image" of the Void. Since the information is zero, all feedback returned is sheer black, but soon, the main flagship’s powerful communication array connected with the Leaving World Garden, and its unique super observation system transmitted the Void in its vision to us, instantly filling the airti hologram with mystic patterns of gray-black, akin to nurous magnified snowflakes interconnected.
Simulating the spaceship’s radar system with a third-party eye, there’s a slight delay involved, which in combat is the worst choice of observation thod, but right now, our goal is rely to ascertain the situation here, making this observation thod quite effective.
Perhaps from spending too long on Earth, the girls at ho and various troublemakers are in an especially bored state. As such, hearing about this action caused them all to follow along enthusiastically, justifying it as strength in numbers. With a group of extraordinary beings overseeing, Visca’s "remnants" won’t stir up much trouble. Alright, I can accept this explanation, but honestly, unless Lin Xue’s silent demonstration proved that this action is without danger, I wouldn’t possibly allow this group to get involved—not to ntion, this isn’t a picnic, right? And even Du Dao joined this ti...
"While I don’t want to be a hindrance on the battlefield, at least in a way that doesn’t cause you trouble, could you let join and broaden my horizon?"
Sayaka told this at that ti, having just returned from school. I suppose you all rember—in order to pull her out from unrealistic "maid career," I forcibly packed her off to the Imperial Military Academy for further studies, and I heard she registered for a pile of miscellaneous courses in it. I don’t know if certain subjects in there reignited this girl’s stubborn nerves, but this ti she insisted on joining everyone, using a soft voice that seed like a slightly assertive sister pleading with her brother with softened tone. After persistent persuasion over a long ti, I could only let her onto the spaceship, and now she’s enthusiastically fiddling with the intelligent response-configured seats, issuing four or five adjustnt instructions per second to the chair. I’ll optimistically estimate that the chair is about to lose sanity—but when she’s preoccupied playing, at least she’s quiet, and that’s indeed a good thing.
Dingdang above, usually composed and proper girls beco terrifying when stubbornly persistent.
"Everything is normal at present," Taville’s mass projection rose from the ground, "According to subordinate insights, when a spaceship releases its Void ’navigation’ status, enhancing its information emission rate, and manifests sufficient Ghost Energy reaction strength, it could be caught by the ’net’ here. Based on the regularity of those scenes, the other end of the net should theoretically be a place still maintaining order, but only theoretically."
"I still want to ask, those snowflakes linked into a net... Is it actually a net? I an, can it be said how large it truly is?"
I raised my hand and voiced the unresolved curiosity.
"Of course not," Taville shook his head with a smile. "A net is rely a pattern or trend shown by information. In the void, unless protected by a world barrier, nothing orderly will appear. We can only say that the information here forms a grid, but if analyzed from ti and space, there is no space for this grid to exist, so it actually doesn’t exist, much like a logic tree in a software system. Its image might be a grid, but the mory core storing it shows no trace of it."
"Oh, I understand," I nodded knowingly, "The actual spaceship is isolated by a firewall that only exists in the concept layer because, in the void state, the concept layer and the material layer are essentially the sa; probability determines all things equally."
"That can be roughly understood in this way." Taville nodded, then flickered and vanished from the bridge, likely returning to the research base to continue analyzing the information structure here.
The Revenge Fleet sent a ssage, and the fleet’s main flagship, the Revenge Angel-class starship "PL-15," appeared as an ever-changing crystalline polyhedron on the giant holographic projection: "Your Majesty, this ship will, based on Chief Researcher Taville’s conjecture, increase its own information output. I will maintain maximum communication strength, please track this ship at all tis."
"You’re going personally?"
Sandora looked at the geotric image on the projection, "You are the main flagship."
"This ship is equipped with the most advanced control system, simulating the cross-void communication unit with Chen Jun’s spiritual power, and it has no crew burden. No other spaceship is better suited for this task," PL-15 said in a bureaucratic tone, listing the reasons why it was more suited for the task, leaving Sandora to nod in agreent: "Proceed with caution. If a battle occurs on the other side, prioritize preserving yourself."
"Understood." The image of PL-15 disappeared from the communication screen, and then we saw sothing else appear on the void surveillance screen that was otherwise empty except for the grid structure. It was a massive, heavily armored special-type Eternal-class mothership. The originally smooth armor covering the warship had opened, revealing the anti-aircraft positions and enhanced shield recharge terminals underneath, making this behemoth look like a formidable at grinder. That was the main flagship of the Revenge Fleet, an entirely autonomous warship "PL-15" with its soul and spaceship fused into one, and Sandora’s forr Great Governor.
It shut down several main engines in its void navigation state and was the first to enter the coordinates where the reconnaissance ship had previously had an incident, and then began increasing the output power of various radars, releasing a massive amount of ghost energy-laden information in all directions. Considering that the ship was essentially a body with a soul, I couldn’t help but associate it with a general loudly provoking in front of the enemy ranks.
Then, it suddenly vanished from all surveillance equipnt views.
The large mothership could not withstand the impact of the net either!
We had anticipated that perhaps the massive special-type Eternal-class mothership would also be affected by the strange information structure here, but we never expected it couldn’t last even a second, just like a small void reconnaissance ship.
But having been prepared, Taville still discovered sothing.
The grid structure "refreshed" the mont the spaceship disappeared. Although the Leaving World Garden’s scan results indicated no change in its structure, Taville noticed that all the information inside it had updated once, as if the firewall still existed, but the encoding thod changed from binary to octal.
"Every ti sothing is swallowed, the information here self-updates, so we can’t track where it was finally transmitted to by placing a tracker on the previous spaceship," Sandora heard the report from the research base and nodded slightly, "Now we just have to wait for PL-15’s response. It won’t be easily subdued."
Sandora was right. Although PL-15 had disappeared from all monitoring devices, we were confident it could complete its task. Taville had conducted many analyses on that net, confirming that although the structural form was strange, it didn’t have any direct destructive power, and the net’s information radiation also indicated that there was no dangerous energy accumulation on the other side. Coupled with Lin Xue’s instructions, there was a 99% chance that the net was just a veiling object, isolating so place. As the most powerful Eternal-class mothership, PL-15 shouldn’t encounter danger in this mission. We were now waiting for it to find a way to restore contact with the main flagship, which shouldn’t take long. Taville, through studying my spiritual waves in daily life, finally established a new mathematical model. By using this model to encode the existing cross-void communication devices, the success rate of these devices in environnts with extre interference was greatly improved. There will never be anything more challenging than the void itself, so theoretically, this thod of simulating the thought wavelength of void creatures could break through all interference—given enough ti.
And sure enough, just a few minutes later, an exhilarating voice sounded on the bridge: "Communication received from the Great Governor!"
"PL-15, how is the situation on your side?"
Sandora asked urgently. The image of the Great Governor did not appear in the holographic projection; only voice signals were transmitted, showing the net’s astonishing suppression effect on communications.
"I’m in an extrely bizarre space," PL-15’s voice sounded a bit distorted, the tone was high, and the high-pitched parts were intermittent, "It’s enclosed, the border so close... No normal celestial bodies, but many twisted wrecks... They’re stacked together in strange ways. There’s life response inside the space... Unable to give coordinates for the space itself, it’s neither a world nor a void outpost. Scan detected no hostile targets. Oh, I found the signals from the two void reconnaissance ships, they’re not far away."
PL-15’s voice paused for a mont, and soon, another voice ca on: "This is the captain of the 8355 void reconnaissance ship; we have important intelligence to report. This is a ruin space with life presence; it might be a fragnt of so world but has been transford by an extrely powerful information source into a closed and independent ’fake world.’ The space lacks any celestial bodies but has a massive amount of shipwrecks from the Old Empire Era, forming a rudintary star system. Intelligent biological communities have been found among these wrecks, and special envoys have made contact with them, but the feedback information is very complex. Their society is disordered, their technology a tangled ss, their culture fragnted, and they are ignorant of their situation, only confirming that they are remnants who survived an apocalyptic event. We didn’t rashly disrupt their order and are waiting for higher-level orders. The reconnaissance ship is now in concealnt state and has rendezvoused with PL-15."
Sandora and I exchanged a glance, then connected communication with PL-15: "Is there a way to leave that space? Is it safe there?"
"Unless it’s destroyed, the chanism forming this space needs to be cracked," PL-15 replied. "No threatening targets found within this space, indigenous residents pose very low threat—provided they don’t activate those Old Empire wrecks."
"Then the threat level is zero," Sandora nodded, "The main flagship will enter the target space, provide a guide signal for a safe location, and don’t alarm the natives yet."
Upon confirming that the space hidden behind the "net" posed no threat and was rely isolated from the outside world, Sandora decided to enter that space. However, only the Imperial Admiral would enter; the massive main fleet was temporarily left on standby in the void since, according to reports, the space was pathetically small, not even as large as a solar system. It was unnecessary to cram the enormous Imperial fleet into such a place, as the thod to enter this space was quite simple. The fleet outside could enter at any ti to handle ergencies—and I didn’t think any unexpected events would arise in a space filled with ruins. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welco to vote for recomndations and monthly tickets at Qidian (qidian). Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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