Xingtie: Starting with an in-depth analysis of the Yellow Springs

Anti-organic viruses don't change races, but they do change mindsets.

Menico, the vanguard of the Rupert Empire, the Emperor's blade, Kanuzika of the Screw Star is my reporting unit.

At least that's what Xing thinks right now.

More voices flooded his mind, echoing within the scepter. From countless scepters spanning thousands of light-years, countless Menico roars resounded simultaneously.

Memory shows that she once tried to stop the calculations of the Anti-Life Equation and prevent the organism from interfering with the Emperor, which resulted in the destruction of the organism.

Xing felt a pang of sadness.

This predetermined future imbued her with a mechanical, innate mission to kill those pitiful, willless organic lives.

Organic life led to the fixed state of the universe.

I will destroy them and shatter the cosmic order.

Conclusion: Killing = Salvation.

This is the thought of those inorganic life forms during the Imperial Wars, and now the stars are no exception.

Without hesitation, Xing walked lightly toward the crowd.

Suddenly, a female individual appeared in front of me. Based on security analysis, I cannot reveal my inorganic identity.

Instructions: Play the role of the other party's companion...human, and detach yourself from their observation.

"Has cognition been affected? Like a drunken bird."

The woman chuckled awkwardly, her face obscured.

A strong premonition: the immediate danger level is extremely high.

A mechanical voice echoed in my mind, "The mortality rate is determined to be 99.99%."

The Star's mindset is similar to that of the AI. Analysis: Move away from the individual in front of you and make contact with more Menicos.

Decision: Escape to the energy storage area.

Assessment: Mortality rate...66.02%.

The woman was smiling and gradually approaching.

Anti-organic equation loading, annihilation mode initiated... Query failed, requesting annihilation mode again... Query failed.

With his cognition stripped away, Xing lost control of his body.

A memory that didn't belong to her surfaced in her mind—a memory of an organic being. Xing tried to scan the face of the obstacle, but only got blurry, jumbled data.

The moment she opened her mouth, her voice was like a sharp scalpel piercing the ears. It was clear and resonant, without a single superfluous trailing note or vibrato.

"A beautiful wave, with disputes and suspicions blooming among the flowers. I believe you will enjoy this comedy starring thousands of people."

The blade pierced Xing's chest with a light touch.

Consciousness then fell into a deep sleep.

On his deathbed, Xing remembered her name: Polka Kakamu, the murderer of the Emperor.

[Star: Black Tower... Your simulated universe seems very unsafe. Look at all the trouble I've gotten myself into; even that woman has shown up.]

[Black Tower: As expected, I was just thinking of inviting her to join my simulated universe project.]

[Screwgoom: Logic: The Silent Lord possesses causal abilities. Conclusion: Lady Black Tower, we may already be being watched.]

[Black Tower: Are we four geniuses afraid of not being able to defeat her alone? However… her abilities are indeed monstrous; I need to be fully prepared.]

[Himeko: Ms. Black Tower, Hoshino won't be going to the space station anytime soon. We can't let her go knowing it's dangerous.]

[Black Tower: I understand. Let me handle this first.]

[Star: No! In the simulated universe, what will I do without you!]

[Black Swan: Oh no! Miss March is encased in Six-Phase Ice!]

[Star: What!]

"On March 7th, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open, and Xing took two steps to the bedside."

"Black Swan, what's wrong with March? Didn't you have dinner with me yesterday?"

"The black swan closed its eyes, reached out and placed its hand above March, and pale blue ripples enveloped its body."

"She...has lost her memory."

"Himeko, Walter, Danheng... everyone on the train lost their smiles. March 7th, their companions, their friends, though not related by blood, were closer than family."

"What on earth is going on?" Himeko clenched her fists.

Dan Heng's brows furrowed with worry. "I'll go and invite the White Dew Dragon Maiden..."

"On Sunday, he seemed a little lost and stood quietly behind Walter. He had only recently boarded the train and didn't know how to comfort everyone."

"The black swan shook its head and looked out the window, where Onpharos appeared in everyone's sight."

"Perhaps the answer is right in front of us."

"A dazzling light suddenly flashed at the intersection, as if responding to everyone's expectations."

"You mean you were infected with the anti-organic virus and were killed by the Silent Lord?"

Black Tower, half-believing and half-doubting, pried open Star's eyelids to try and determine whether fever and delirium could occur in the simulated universe.

But it is what it is.

An anti-organic virus, accidentally created, spreads rapidly across species barriers through the communication network of the Perfect Evolutionary School, using electromagnetic waves as a carrier.

It seemed to be responding to the terrifying prophecy of Rupert III's arrival.

Tens of thousands of maesters who considered themselves inorganic Menico seized the scepter and declared war on the Society.

This massive war was finally quelled at the cost of destroying 122 scepters.

Because it started with the Perfect Evolutionary School, this school has the largest number of infected people.

To prevent the infected scholars from reigniting the Imperial Wars, the Academy of Scholars stripped them of their research qualifications and imprisoned them for life.

The Perfect Evolutionary School has now become a mere shell of its former self.

Xing watched the changing situation in silence, feeling a mix of emotions.

Are there truly no infected scholars still existing within the Society? Isn't the purge of the Perfect School part of the war between schools of thought?

Everyone knew the truth, but tacitly accepted it.

Taking this incident as an opportunity, the Interstellar Peace Corporation began to reduce its funding to various academic factions.

The interstellar energy school appears to have emerged as the ultimate behind-the-scenes winner.

"The Silent Lord is preventing Rupert's resurrection, but what is her purpose in doing so?"

Black Tower was puzzled by this colleague he had never met.

"Prevent Rupert from stepping out of intellectual circles?"

"You just can't stand geniuses?"

Xing: "She was infected by the anti-inorganic equation?"

Black Tower ignored Star's abstract answer. Polka's purpose was like a delicious dessert, something for her to savor and enjoy.

Unable to get an answer for a long time, a smile appeared on Black Tower's lips.

"A new challenge, isn't it exciting?"

Xing waved her hand dismissively, unable to comprehend the genius's ideas.

Black Tower muttered to himself, "How could she have survived from the First Imperial War to the Second Imperial War? Just how old was she then?"

"Could it be that the rumors about Agency IX..."

No, how did these two things come together?

Well, nobody can figure out where Black Tower's interest will lie.

Xing clasped her hands together and prayed silently.

"I hope the Silent Lord has the virtue of magnanimity and will not kill us because we discussed her age behind her back."

After finishing her prayers, Xing slowly opened her eyes and looked around.

Very well, there is no one, no woman, and certainly no woman whose face cannot be seen.

Chapter 229 A Lone Wave

[Ring: Ms. Black Tower's thinking is really unconventional; I like her even more now.]

[Hu Tao: This anti-organic virus is terrifying; it can change people's consciousness so they believe they are machines.]

[Fu Xuan: Fortunately, Rupert III didn't appear, otherwise the galaxy would have been devastated again.]

[Wendy: If the anti-organic virus is allowed to spread, wouldn't that mean that for the Emperor, inorganic and organic are essentially the same, and he can be manipulated in any way?]

As the company consolidated its funds, it interfered with the internal power of the Bo Shi Society, and a massive storm began to brew.

Ismail, the Galactic Library, a sacred site for countless scholars, is bathed in golden light.

The celebratory anniversary celebration, which should have been filled with cheers, fell silent. Tens of thousands of scholars made the same choice without any communication.

"Return knowledge to knowledge!"

The protesters held up banners and shouted in a hoarse voice.

They threw the credits issued by the Interstellar Peace Corporation on the ground, spitting them out of disgust, scorning this filthy politics.

Pativia and Xing were among the millions of people in the procession, insignificant scholars who did not belong to any particular school of thought.

Scholars are shouting, protesting, and wantonly destroying.

For a moment, it was impossible to tell whether they were uncivilized savages or highly educated scholars, because at that moment there was no difference between the two.

On the outer wall of the Galaxy Library, the marching colleagues stacked themselves into a human ladder, and Xing climbed to the top with beacon paint to spray slogans.

"Dignity is more important than the charity bestowed by academic cliques!"

The grand parade seems to be moving in a positive direction.

But things didn't go as planned. Under the suppression of the school of thought, tens of thousands of scholars were like ants huddled together.

The armed archaeological team set up a cordon to separate the marching crowd from the library.

The fully equipped mechanical armor is like a return to imperial warfare.

This time, however, the weapon was firmly held in the hands of the organic life form.

Standing at the forefront, Xing raised his arms and shouted, "For truth and dignity, break through the isolation line!"

Everyone rushed to escape, knowing that there was only death if they didn't get out. The school wouldn't care about the dead and wounded; they were just a sad number.

The mechanical armor ruthlessly installed the active suppression device, and invisible ripples swept across the crowd. Xing, like a lump of mud, instantly went limp, her eye muscles twitching as she looked around.

More and more people are entering the paralysis circle. Some collapse directly, but many more slowly get up. Faced with a strong will to live, people can always unleash infinite potential.

And in the low-hanging starlight, the standing figures formed a forest that blotted out the sky.

They angrily hurled books at the blockade, and the machines responded with an attack.

Consciousness was swept up by the storm, and Xing, like everyone else, fell heavily to the ground, like a pile of stones.

Suddenly, an even louder roar came from my ears, and the heat wave swallowed up all the oxygen. The burning sensation and suffocation followed one after another.

The Galaxy Book Monster's magnificent appearance was stripped away by the explosion, and the shock of the collapse seemed to tear the ground apart.

Xing's vision gradually blurred, and her consciousness faded.

But she understood that the conflict surrounding the protests had escalated to a new level and was developing in an irreversible direction.

Even if it was the mishandling by the armed archaeology school that led to the chain of explosions caused by the plasma weapon, indirectly causing the collapse of the library passageway.

The butterfly of history has once again fluttered its scales.

[Doctor Truth: During the Ismail parade, a disagreement arose between the Bachelors and the Erudite Society, with the latter attempting to admonish the former, while the former sought to prove itself.]

[Black Tower: As scholars, their minds were filled with power. Only through struggle can knowledge advance; that period was also a time of abundant scientific research achievements.]

[Nicole: How come companies are involved everywhere? How do they manage to do it? Is this the power of capital?]