Chapter 1452: Chapter 249: I Don’t Need Humans Anymore, Adalbert! (2/2)
“Driven by instinct, greed and plunder lead to inequality, which in turn breeds resentnt and hatred. Even the civilizations of the previous era faced similar issues. This is the ultimate outco of managent and distribution by humans.”
“Wait!” Detecting the aning behind Ian’s words, Adalbert sharply turned his head: “What are you trying to say, Ian?!”
“I’m done with using humans, Adalbert!”
Raising his voice, Ian laughed heartily as he ‘took out’ a scarlet ‘crystal ball’ from his embrace.
The exterior of the crystal ball was crimson, with countless pale golden veins inside, resembling intersecting blood vessels, glowing brightly with Origin Quality radiance, appearing shattered, yet integrated as one.
This was none other than the ‘Core of Origin Calculation Chip’ from the Exotic Species Research Institute itself.
A computation core from a previous era civilization, rated at ‘Fifth Energy Level’!
The scarlet crystal ball resembled a heart, and as it floated in the Domain of Void, it began to emit light spontaneously, mobilizing the surrounding Spirit Substance and Voidrealm power to construct an ‘outer shell’ for itself.
In an instant, red tendrils, like tree roots, spread through the void, eventually forming into a massive kite-shaped icosahedron.
A gigantic ‘computation core’ nearly seven or eight ters tall.
Of course, most of this computation core was protective outer shell, with the real core still being that human fist-sized red crystal that had co from Ian’s embrace.
As for its appearance…
Yes, it was almost identical to the ‘Soul of Origin’.
The Core of Origin Calculation Chip was a non-physical computation center designed by the ‘Pioneer’ of the ti to study the Radiance of the Stars and Soul of Origin within himself, before sealing ‘The Last Echo’. It was the control center of the Exotic Species Research Institute.
Within the Exotic Species Research Institute, the twelve Temporal Stasis Towers sealing the Ancient Dragons’ bodies, the controllers behind countless Voidrealm Machine Gods, and the automatic defense chanisms of the entire relic’s cluster all relied on this calculation core.
Watching this core of Origin Calculation Chip, continually self-perfecting in the void, Ian smiled: “This is the true direction of the future—humans will learn, develop, and create, while absolutely fair and just artificial intelligence will distribute, adjust, and manage the entire society!”
“Adalbert, this is the world I want!”
“The first step of the society I envision!”
“The world you want…” Adalbert raised his head, watching the expanding scarlet core before him.
—Is this the world Ian wants?
—The first step of a new society…?
But soon, he had no ti to pay attention to the details of the object before him.
Because, sensing an extrely intense Spirit Energy fluctuation, he turned his head towards Ian’s direction, and then Adalbert was astonished to find that Ian actually forcibly stripped the ‘Monarch’s Mark’ from his own soul!
The complex rhomboids mark was contained within the Prophet’s soul, comprised of the souls of tens of thousands of Lost Souls from the Avak Domain.
When Ian didn’t actively input energy to activate them, they wouldn’t awaken, remaining in a paused-like state, used as tools to enhance Ian’s soul.
But now, Ian, who had long practiced the ditation Technique, no longer needed such ‘simple’ enhancents… and he had also found the most suitable ho for the Lost Souls.
[Monarch…]
Under the power of the void and Ian, the independently stripped souls gradually awakened.
Countless white souls suddenly appeared around Ian, slowly awakening, and looked around in confusion.
The leading soul did not quite understand the current situation and instinctively asked: [Do you need us to fight for you…]
“There’s no need.”
Ian rubbed his forehead, stripping the Monarch’s Mark felt to him as if he had dug out a brain from his forehead, leaving his entire head feeling hollow.
But even so, he still smiled and said: “I’ve released you, returned your freedom—but don’t worry, when I say returned your freedom, it doesn’t an letting you fend for yourselves.”
“I just think it isn’t right to have you endure extre dangers with , an adventurer, so I found you a new ho.”
“Right here.” Raising his hand, Ian pointed to the computation core before him, vibrating like the heart of the void, and proudly displayed: “This is the new ho I’ve found for you!”
“A superb ‘Underworld’ that can at least maintain soul activity for one thousand six hundred years!”
The souls were sowhat bewildered.
When they beca a part of the ‘Monarch’, the self-structure of these souls was distorted, and apart from a few with Spirit Energy talents, most lost the ability to think and understand new things.
Their minds were solidified, which is why it is said that the essence of the ‘Monarch’ is to turn everyone into tombstones.
But even so, there were still so souls that retained self-awareness.
A young woman and a little girl held hands, tentatively touching the red computation core.
They stepped inside.
Ian waited.
Adalbert watched.
And the Lost Souls wandered in confusion.
A few minutes later, the two souls returned.
[Monarch… inside, it’s very spacious, very comfortable, very warm!]
The leading female soul was quite delighted; she stuttered sowhat: [Although the taphor is strange, it feels like being inside the Monarch’s soul… but even freer…]
“Of course, it does.”
Ian smiled and nodded: “The core of Origin Calculation itself is one of the Spark prototypes made from high-energy materials, capable of storing most information, including souls and thoughts.”
“And its existence ti and stability far exceed the general aning of monarch souls, at least for now, there are cases to confirm it can maintain an environnt suitable for souls to exist for over one thousand six hundred years, reducing soul wear and tear.”
“Besides, it should have other benefits, did you feel it?”
“I feel…”
The little girl thought as she spoke: “I feel that inside, it seems possible to rest…”
“Inside you can… sleep!”
She found the precise word and spun around excitedly.
Sleep.
Can souls sleep too?
Ian wasn’t sure, but he knew that the souls before him were already very weary.
From death until now, most of the ti, they had been trapped within their own Monarch’s Mark. If Ian hadn’t found another place for these souls, he really would have wanted to release them.
And now, they’ve finally awaited it.
Awaited ‘rest’.
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