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Chapter 403 Wisdom Maps and Clones

The Wisdom Diagram was the last trump card left by the prophet to the female speaker, a long-sealed miracle, regarded as the ultimate technological achievement that transcends the multiverse.

It is not just a data core or some kind of computation matrix, but a near-perfect superintelligent entity. The artificial intelligence contained within it is so complex and profound that it is no less than benevolent.

For many years, this legacy has lain dormant in the control of the female speaker, but has never truly awakened.

She tried to activate it countless times, but all attempts failed. Neither energy, permissions, keys, nor environmental conditions could unlock its true power. It was like a letter forgotten by time, waiting for the perfect alignment of fate to reveal its hidden truth.

Thus, the Wisdom Map was treated as a backup legacy, sealed away in the core of the female speaker's private files, and almost forgotten.

Until this time, she arrived in the world of Faiz.

No one expected that it was a certain rule, frequency, or even destiny itself in this world that triggered the complete activation of the Wisdom Map.

The moment they stepped into this world, the long-dormant wisdom diagram suddenly began to operate, as if some kind of trans-cosmic key had finally been inserted into the correct lock.

A silent tremor spread through her consciousness network, and an unprecedented flow of information surged into her neural interfaces. The Wisdom Diagram awakened.

It is no longer a cold, impersonal auxiliary system, but an entity with self-awareness, independent thinking, and even emotional simulation...

A truly intelligent life form…

The female speaker stood frozen in place, a holographic projection constructed from the wisdom map appearing before her eyes—a vast star map interwoven with information from various civilizations, as if the knowledge of the entire multiverse was unfolding before her at that moment.
With the complete activation of the Wisdom Map, a massive flow of information swept through the female speaker's consciousness like a torrent.

She opened her eyes wide, as if she saw stars long buried deep in her memory reviving before her eyes, and the boundaries of time and space were instantly stretched to their limits.

But her first reaction was neither surprise nor excitement.

It's not about longing, but about remembrance.

An almost uncontrollable emotion quietly rose in her heart.

"If... he were still here."

She murmured softly, her voice trembling slightly.

The person she longed for was none other than the prophet of yesteryear, the man who had led her to the top of the Interstellar Council and accompanied her through countless cosmic upheavals.

The person who, in her youngest and most passionate years, burned with wisdom and ideals, but ultimately vanished without a trace in the great catastrophe.

Now, with the help of smart maps, she finally has the possibility of "seeing" him again.

"Smart Map".

She called softly, her voice softening with a long-lost gentleness.

“I need your help… to reshape an existence.”

Please provide the target data.

The female speaker did not answer immediately, but slowly reached out and touched her face, a face etched with countless marks of time, which now appeared particularly pale under the soft light of the Wisdom Diagram.

"He shouldn't just live in memories."

He muttered to himself, then retrieved a piece of core genetic data that had been sealed for many years from the memory he carried with him.

That was a fragment of neural code, a mental image, and extremely rare gene chain repair data—the only remaining fragments of the prophet's genetic information that she had painstakingly preserved.

"Import".

she ordered.

[Data access in progress... Matching rate: 78.3%... Reconstruction solution is stable.]

The core array of the Wisdom Graph began to operate, its halo gradually changing from soft to incandescent white, and a large number of complex symbols and molecular structure diagrams emerged in the space, just like the rhythm of life woven by the universe.

Reshaping a person is not just about copying their genes, but also about awakening the soul that once existed within them.

Under the guidance of the female speaker, the Wisdom Graph constructed a holographic embryo—a young humanoid outline that had not yet taken shape, suspended in the air, surrounded by data streams and energy pulses, like the chaos before the birth of a new star.

[Personality simulation initiated.] [Based on target memory fragments, extract logical judgment patterns, emotional response thresholds... Personality restructuring complete.]

With the final command issued, the energy around the embryo suddenly contracted, and with a flash of light, a real physical body quietly took shape.

He was a young man, about twenty years old, with a slender figure, straight shoulders and back, slightly messy short black hair, but his eyes were cold and clear, as if he could see through everything.

He stood there, motionless, like a newly forged blade, sharp and menacing even before it was stained with blood.

The female speaker stared at him, stunned for a long time.

“…Prophet,” she whispered.

The young man slowly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with calm, not confusion.

He didn't recognize her, and there was no trace of past affection between them...

He was merely a clone endowed with a memory template and personality logic, yet his every move was exactly the same as the man in his memory.

Calm, rational, and silent, yet possessing an inexplicably reassuring air of authority.

[Identity confirmed: Prophet Reconstruction, ID X-Ω.]

The synthesized sound of the Wisdom Map echoed in the space.

"do you remember me?"

The female speaker asked softly, knowing the answer but still unable to resist asking.

The young clone looked at her, his expression unchanging: "Everything about you is in the data I received. You are my creator."

It's not "You are her," nor is it "I remember you."

At that moment, the female speaker felt as if she had been stabbed in the chest.

She smiled, a bitter smile: "That's fine... at least this time, you won't be ahead of me again."

She knew this wasn't the man she knew.

But she also knew that she needed him—even if he was just a copy, an illusion, a lie—in the war to come, in this world where there was no way out, she needed a “prophet” who could stand shoulder to shoulder with her and make the enemy fear him.

A prophet who will not betray, nor sacrifice himself to fulfill his ideals…

The cold-faced clone stood before her, like a newly drawn sword, its edge just beginning to show, yet destined to be stained with blood.

At that moment, the female speaker finally realized that she had not only awakened a person, but also a long-suppressed desire…

The desire of fate.

The clone stood quietly before the female speaker, his posture upright and his eyes calm as still water.

He didn't speak, but just stared at her with his cold, stern eyes, as if analyzing her, or as if waiting for instructions.

The female speaker slowly approached, her gaze lingering on his young face, the familiar features causing her heart to tremble slightly.

She reached out, but stopped just before touching his cheek. It wasn't him, she reminded herself. Yet she couldn't help but whisper a soft murmur…

She really looks exactly like him.

The clone lowered its head slightly and responded in a calm, programmed tone: "I have his appearance, memory template, and behavioral patterns, but I am not him."

The female speaker remained silent for a long time, then smiled bitterly: "Then exist in 'your' way. This time, I won't let you go before me."

He nodded, his cold face showing no emotion: "I will obey your will."

Little did they know, a strange light flashed in the clone's eyes as he uttered those words…

(End of this chapter)