Aimou, as artificial life, inherently possesses a soul, which cos from Alice. The Philosopher’s Stone is embedded in the Constant Motion Core, serving as the foundation for Aimou, covering the Alchemy Matrix of the Shared Chord Body and thus spreading throughout the entire body.
In the chaotic tiline, after receiving the Devil’s blessing, the Philosopher’s Stone shattered and fully integrated into Aimou’s Steel Body, completely sustaining Aimou’s existence.
Before Aimou’s ascension, Belli conducted a comprehensive examination, so thorough that it almost completely disassembled Aimou. Bologue observed the scene like a forensic pathologist dissecting a corpse, with Aimou dismantled to only the basic frawork of the core. The head was connected to the chanical spine, and the cold steel rib cage hung with the heart nad the Constant Motion Core.
Through repeated testing, in so sense, this part of the basic frawork is where Aimou’s soul resides—essentially her body—while the other parts are rely external chanical structures.
As a miracle of artificial life, no one knows whether Aimou can ascend like normal humans, even though she possesses everything a normal human does. After Belli’s thorough examination, they began to reassemble Aimou, applying so new technologies to her.
Such as Constant tal.
With the existing technology of the Sublimation Furnace Core, it is clearly difficult to replicate King Solomon’s miraculous creations, but so imitation can still be achieved. Belli referred to these clumsy replicas as Shielding tal, which had effects similar to Constant tal and could block the external influence on the tal itself, protecting the substance beneath the tal.
Shielding tal is much less effective than Constant tal in practical efficiency, but it is still considered a technological advancent. Whether facing physical attacks or Ether streams, it provides so defense and can largely obscure Aimou’s own Ether reactions.
Similarly, there are pros and cons. Shielding tal would also limit Aimou’s own Ether output, but testing showed that Shielding tal does not affect the Shared Chord Body. According to Belli’s conjecture, when Secret Energy takes effect, the properties of Shielding tal are twisted and beco part of Aimou herself.
Unlike Constant tal, Secret Energy takes priority over the Shielding tal itself. Additionally, Aimou doesn’t have the need to release Ether externally, so this iteration of enhancent was eventually approved for application.
After comprehensive checks and iterations, Aimou’s ascension ceremony finally began. The whole process went smoothly, as simple as the ascension of other Condensers, without encountering any confusion or unexpected incidents.
In the subsequent inspections, the only phenonon that could be called abnormal was that Aimou’s basic frawork underwent so changes, with Alchemy Matrix patterns observable, and the tal seed to undergo so quality transformation, gradually turning into crystals—crystalline like rubies.
The research on Aimou continues. As the first artificially created life capable of ascension, her importance to the Order Bureau is similar to Bologue—one targeting the Devil’s endeavors and the other as the dawn of artificial life.
Aimou took a seat next to Bologue, and Serey served her the sa cup of orange juice, according to Serey, underage individuals should not consu alcohol.
As ti passed, everything steadily developed, and Bologue and Aimou casually chatted about recent events, while Aimou lanted the swift passage of ti.
She still rembers that exactly one year ago, it was around this ti that Aimou t Bologue, and then all those chaotic things happened, shaping the current situation.
Bologue shared a similar lant, occasionally muttering, "It’s already the third year."
Ti.
Bologue often felt a kind of inexplicable helplessness about the rapid passage of ti, as if the familiar world was collapsing before him, gradually losing the sense of recognition of ti.
How old am I really?
Bologue often asks himself this, unable to give a precise answer.
A centenarian? Bologue feels that he has nothing to do with being old.
A young person? Bologue also feels that his ntality cannot be as relaxed as a young person’s. He always feels sothing heavy weighs on his mind, unbearably so. Bologue doesn’t understand what that sothing is.
Perhaps it is the ubiquitous pressure.
Indeed, pressure.
From distant Devil sches, the unpredictable future, changing situations, to the nearby Evil Spirit...
The more Bologue thinks, the more chaotic his thoughts beco, like thousands of mosquitoes buzzing, making his brow tightly knit and his expression solemn and cold.
"Bologue?"
A voice interrupted Bologue’s contemplation, he turned his head to see Aimou looking at him with a concerned expression.
She hesitated and whispered, "Has it started again?"
Bologue paused, reluctantly nodded, "Yeah, it’s starting to feel like that again, countless thoughts rush in, about to overwhelm a person."
Bologue knows he won’t be overwheld; he understands this.
The fracturing of reality triggered nurous aftereffects, and for Bologue, the most severe is knowing too many secrets.
Ethereal Realm, Ether tides, original elents, Devil disputes, Dawn War, Chosen One...
Any single information taken out is enough to detonate the entire Extraordinary World with shocking secrets, yet all these secrets are cramd into Bologue’s mind, making him more aware than anyone of his true place in the world, and that awareness brings considerable unease.
Palr and Hart laughed loudly, then downed their drinks in one gulp. At tis like these, Bologue envies these fools; they need not worry about these matters. As for dragging them into it? Even if regulations permitted, Bologue wouldn’t do such a thing.
What would it matter if fools knew those secrets? Besides getting drunk, they couldn’t do anything. Suitable people do suitable things; these fools have energy to burn, that’s their place. Bologue has a determined heart, so he is troubled by the true visage of the world.
Aimou advised, "Relax a bit, Bologue."
Bologue took a mont to breathe deeper and more evenly, sipping the orange juice—the cold liquid slid down his throat like pouring cold water onto overheated machinery, making Bologue feel considerably better.
"It’s nothing, just the usual... trouble."
Bologue explained, Aimou having undergone a new round of changes, becoming extrely adept at observing others, rendering various micro-expressions incapable of deceiving her. Coupled with a mind rich in knowledge, she seed like a human lie-detector.
Not long ago, Aimou noticed Bologue in a corner, head down in contemplation, sensing the emotions and expressions flowing over him. Bologue didn’t elaborate his troubles to Aimou, sothing like this he could only endure alone, but Aimou found ways to help based on the knowledge she learned from books.
"You should see a doctor."
Aimou feels Bologue’s condition might relate to psychological issues. In her view, she never considered Bologue ntally healthy. Although previously Bologue was sowhat twisted, he could at least maintain psychological balance. Now, Bologue seems sowhat worse off.
"No need, I know what those doctors will say."
Bologue is well aware of his situation and the challenges he faces, "Doctors would say I have anxiety or sothing."
Bologue acknowledges the world’s true and cruel visage, though he lacks the corresponding strength to face the cruelty.
Now Bologue is just an ordinary Prayer Believer; within the Great Rift, he might be powerful, but in the Extraordinary War, he’s rely an insignificant pawn.
Bologue is acutely aware of this, much like his ti in the military, where even the strongest soldier in the platoon seems tiny compared to the grand scale of warfare.
The weakness of his own strength contributes to Bologue’s stress, though he has no ans to change it, not in the short term. Bologue can’t persuade himself to stop pondering, so he can only relish this pain and find enjoynt in it.
"Are there only us here today?"
Bologue tried to forget those matters, focusing his mind on the gathering.
Aimou said, "Other people are coming."
New friends... that’s right, new friends.
Hart beca a communication bridge between the Special Operations Group and the Sixth Group. For this reason, Bologue t many new friends, offering them psychological counseling, and these new friends gradually accepted this odd place, the Undying Club.
Just as they spoke, another knock at the door sounded—they were arriving.
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