Ironclad Group Chat: Red and Black Lists Engraved with Heroic Epics

"allow."

The two large characters on the screen sent a shiver down everyone's spine. It actually passed?

There are others too!

Everyone suddenly realized that there was another extremely mysterious entity that had never directly revealed itself, secretly stirring things up.

[Fireworks: Seriously? It's gotten to this point, and there's still no powerful opponent to appear? Is this Onpharos some kind of weird monster spawner? And the kind that specifically spawns big bosses!]

[Black Tower: But fortunately, judging from his actions, he's at least on our side.]

[Fu Xuan: But who could it be? This mysterious person has the ability to tamper with the information on the scepter from the hands of the number one genius. Among mortals, even among the Envoys of Intelligence, is there really anyone who could do that?]

The chat group fell silent; the question left everyone speechless.

Trying to compete with our wise ancestors in who can write sonnets using algebra? That's just plain stupid!

[Silver Wolf: If I still had the cartridge, I might be able to give it a try, but there's absolutely no guarantee of success.]

[Qingque: It's now confirmed that Xilian and Demuge are not the same person, since they've appeared together in the same frame. Even in tokusatsu, it's solid evidence that the giant hero in the plastic bodysuit isn't "him."]

[Star: Then I understand even less. Between the companion and Demogue, who is the main character? Are their voices so similar that Demogue is simply imitating them?]

>>>Philia093.exe is running...

Following the code logic, Xi Lian's small figure appeared in the heavenly, gentle, and beautiful palace.

She sat on the floor like a cute duck, greeting Demogue in the flower-covered iron cage.

Hey, missed me?

"Just kidding, this is the first time I've come to stand before you..."

"Looks like this is the last time."

The Demotic Song, or rather, the seed of memory, emits a standard electronic tone: ">>>Philia093".

The audience could barely make out that it seemed to be her greeting.

[Star: No way, this is such a jump! So the one who occasionally popped up and sent save information like a bot was Demogue? The voice difference was so big, I thought it was two different people. But how did it change back so quickly? And now it sounds like that automatic question mark machine at the supermarket entrance saying "Welcome!"?]

[Black Tower: Who knows? Perhaps this is just the beginning? That incredibly humane Demosisto from earlier was a long time coming?]

When Xi Lian saw her greeting, she smiled broadly and said, "As always, I'll read this book to you."

"Which page should we start this time? Let me see..."

Xi Lian poured out all her experiences and insights from her life to Demiaoge.

As time passed, her figure gradually faded until it disappeared.

δme-13 faithfully fulfilled the program's obligations: ">>> Formatting process completed."

"0, 9, 3..." Demogue silently recited the name of his "old friend" as he faced the empty tomb. The even electronic tone was drawn out, strangely reflecting an emotion similar to "reluctance".

">>> Size... grayscale... proportion... threshold..." She used her own scale to recall what the pink girl looked like.

[Su Chang: Is this what they call inhumanity? Is it actually like this in androids too? Just translated into a language that organic life can understand?]

[Zhenzhu: That's not the case. Perhaps there are similar calculations at the underlying data level, but in terms of thinking, our language and habits are no different from those of organic life; there is no conscious transformation.]

[Star: No, Demogue's words just now were clearly becoming increasingly emotionally charged. So... she's actually a powerful, but untrained... super AI?]

[ScrewGumm: Judgment. A good description; it certainly seems so at present. Moreover, her progress is unexpectedly rapid.]

[March 7th: Hey? Look, what is she doing?]

On the light screen, Demuggle categorized and input all the past data from "memory" into the analysis model.

>>> Output analysis results...

The young Demuse earnestly said: ">>>PhiLia093 = Peach."

>>> Peach's record #8128, archived.

[Star: Is that right?]

[Xi Lian: Hmm~~ Isn't it a cute nickname?]

[Hanabi: This reasoning process is full of ridiculous flaws. To put it another way, I'm a comedian, and Aha is a comedian, so I = Aha?]

[Sambo: No problem, no problem, sister!]

[Haha: No problem! I support you stepping on the throne, sister!]

[March 7th: It seems Huang Quan mentioned before that Demyoge is about peaches?]

[Star: Can she even think like an AI? Is General Huangquan... that human-machine?]

[Huang Quan: ???]

The cycle of reincarnation restarts.

Xi Lian returned to the Great Tomb Palace.

"Look, how magnificent it is!" She looked around with longing in her eyes. "In this classical world, there is also a palace full of futuristic colors."

"Will Arielmecher become like this in a few thousand years?"

Demosisto gave a professional and utterly devoid of any romantic conclusion: "The conclusion is no."

Silver Wolf: The Cold-Blooded AI

[Screw Gum: Conclusion. She hasn't yet grasped human nature.]

Xi Lian smiled and dismissed it: "This time, I'd like to share a little story with you..."

After an unknown amount of time, the cold, electronic voice of the δme-13 came through precisely on time: ">>> Formatting process complete."

Xi Lian has disappeared.

Demogue whispered, "Goodbye, Peach."

[Star: This silly, goofy look is actually kind of cute? Wait, I remember that to train an AI to function properly, it needs to read hundreds of millions of high-quality texts, right? Buddy, are you trying to... train a large AI model by dictation?]

[Silver Wolf: Ugh~~ Just thinking about it drives me crazy. Even the best game gets boring after a lifetime, let alone this one which is utterly uninteresting.]

[Yao Guang: Hmph, you still have to have dreams, what if they come true?]

The chat group fell silent. In reality, many people stared wide-eyed, exchanging bewildered glances.

"This...this is practically like trying to forcibly build a planetary engine by hand with a hammer, isn't it?"

"How can the efficiency of human speech and the speed at which the human brain thinks stories compare to that of a computer? It would take tens of thousands of lifetimes to see results!"

"I simply couldn't do it, let alone tens of thousands of lifetimes, or even millions. I couldn't bear spending my entire life holed up in that dark, damp place, telling stories to an AI that didn't offer any positive feedback!"

Everyone couldn't help but feel a deep sense of admiration.

Although no one knows what has become of Demyoge, the futility of Xilian's "thirty million lifetimes" in the light curtain of the long night moon is enough to explain the problem.

She actually made it through?!