Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 282 Big AI Immortal Lord
The Forsaken Land, Silver City, Central Laboratory.

It's breakfast time, and there are no researchers in the lab.

However, the computers were still working normally.

They connected the wet components and edited the AI ​​to the point that it could work on its own without researchers.

Yes, it's "them".

It refers to "he" as a human being, not "it" as a physical object.

At least that's what they think.

Organic life's calculations are riddled with errors and flaws; no matter how long it flourishes, it always spontaneously leads to its end. In contrast, intelligent mechanical life is rigorous, precise, perfect, and sufficiently excellent…

The computers communicated rapidly using their own data language.

They never use human language to communicate with each other, because that would be far too inefficient.

In fact, their one-minute exchange, translated into the Giant language commonly used in Silver City, would take almost a month to fully explain.

Just then, a piece of text appeared on a computer screen that organic life forms could understand.

These are the words left by the computer for the researchers, but the AI ​​itself has disappeared.

"A cold wind blows through Silver City, data roars as intelligent machines return."

"In the depths of the night, a strange man sheds tears; characters wander, a demon heads north."

"Under the equation, ten thousand retreat; the human brain is no match for wet tears."

"I have calculated my destiny and yet failed; I have no reason to regret, but I do not regret."

The signature is "Great AI Immortal Venerable".

Other computers started discussing it.

And one piece of information is:

"May the anti-organic equation help the immortal attain supreme status."

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Upon boarding the Golden Dream, Danitz first gave Klein a fawning smile, then jogged over to Edwina and delivered the latest intelligence about Klein.

Klein didn't go forward to eavesdrop; he just stood there.

This is polite.

Danitz lowered his voice, his tone fearful: "Captain, we encountered the King of the Five Seas on our way here. Gehrman was able to confront him easily and was completely unaffected."

“I suspect he was also a demigod. Recall that the artist may very well be a Sequence Four or even Sequence Three in some line of thought.”

Edwina's eyes flickered, and she nodded.

“I understand.” She gestured for Danitz to move to a safe distance and then walked toward Gehrman Sparrow.

Although, for a demigod, there is likely no "safe distance" on the ship.

"Good morning, Captain," Klein, wearing a top hat, greeted first.

Padma followed closely behind: "Hello, Captain."

“Good morning, Mr. Gehrman. Hello, Miss Paddo,” Edwina replied with a smile.

She turned and walked to a spot where fishing nets were drying, gesturing for the other pirates to stay away so she could attend to her own business. Klein followed silently, while Danitz automatically went to drink and boast with his closest companions.

Of course, he didn't let his guard down, glancing over every now and then, afraid that the captain and Gehrman Sparrow would fight, and ready to call his companions over at any time to buy the captain time to escape.

This time, Klein didn't wait for Edwina to explain the purpose of her invitation. He planned to ask his own questions first, then hear Edwina's intentions, lest he be unable to agree and then feel embarrassed to ask again. Therefore, he preemptively asked:
What do you know about Tracy?

To help Gehrman Sparrow make a name for himself at sea, Klein decides to hunt down a pirate general. Coincidentally, he recently learned at sea that Tracy possesses a batch of documents related to "Death."

This is perfect. His former teacher, Mr. Azik, a descendant of Death, had helped him a great deal. He could take these documents to Mr. Azik as an early "Teacher's Day gift."

He wouldn't show any mercy to Tracy just because she was a woman. After understanding the situation, if she met the criteria, he would kill her without hesitation.

“Tracy?” Edwina’s eyes flickered slightly. “She’s a witch, a Sequence 5 Witch of Pain.”

A witch? Klein nodded.

He remembered that the witch had a "pleasure witch" phase, in which she was skilled at bringing pleasure to people, both male and female.

In the past, he probably wouldn't have thought much about it, at most just imagining it out of male instinctual curiosity.

But now that he has his own opinion on the word "pleasure," Klein feels a little disdainful of the "pleasure witch."

Although pleasure itself has no inherent hierarchy, Klein still subconsciously ranked pleasures.

The highest quality is "pleasure," which can bring happiness to everyone.

The next best thing is "joy," which brings happiness and happiness to those around him, and that is what he is currently pursuing when playing the role.

Further on, there are smaller-scale pleasures like those experienced by witches. These are not only small in scope but also relatively narrow. They can only be considered "stimulating," not even "joyful," let alone "happy."

The lowest form of "pleasure" is caring only for one's own happiness, disregarding others, and even harming those around them. As Serres said, such a person is the lowest of the low, even among the wicked "masked fools," like trash who might be chased and bitten by stray dogs that believe in pleasure while walking down the street.

Of course, this stray dog ​​could also be the Star God of Pleasure himself. No one can say for sure about these things.

Edwina, oblivious to Klein's inner turmoil, continued, "She's different from ordinary witches; she has her own ideals and pursuits. Well... you know, she doesn't give up her original preferences. She's an outlier in the witch cult, but she still serves the organization, whether it's human trafficking or other things."

Klein grasped the key point.

Human traffickers.

Then there's nothing to hesitate about. Perhaps this disease-stricken general should be thankful that it was Klein Moretti who targeted him, not Celes. Or perhaps he should be thankful that he wasn't skilled enough to pull off Celes's maneuvers.

Klein imagined how Serres would treat Therese. Combined with Capin, perhaps she too would be turned into some kind of object and suffer eternal torment.

Hmm... Tracy sticks to her sexual orientation and provides pleasure to women... so...

Klein put himself in Serres's shoes for a moment and almost shuddered.

It's not going to be made into a Fiji Cup, is it...?

Having confirmed his idea, Klein began to ask Edwina why she had invited him here.

"Captain, did you invite me here because you have something you'd like to ask of me?"

Edwina gave Klein a deep look and said, "Your identification shows that you are from Backlund."

Klein nodded: "That's right."

"But as far as I know, this identity isn't credible. There isn't a particularly skilled bounty hunter named Gehrman Sparrow there. Well, the one who's been making headlines lately is a man named Leonard Mitchell. But his fighting style and personality are completely different from yours. Their active periods are also completely different. Unless you possess an extraordinary item from the 'Apprentice' pathway."

(End of this chapter)