People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

"Let's talk about the fourth genius."

"Prismus, there isn't a fourth genius in Lo's story. What kind of ending did you give to this story?"

Precys pursed his lips, his gaze toward Ernst carrying a mixture of expectation and apology.

She whispered:

“Treasure, do you remember the question I asked you and the Doctor to find out?”

"Now, do you have an answer?"

Ernst frowned, paused for a moment, and then replied:

"You want to use Originium to devour the entire universe."

"It is known that the Originium is my body."

"You want to take my consciousness again, saying you want to use it to perfect the last flaw in the Originium."

"So you want me to replace your current one?"

Precyth smiled and nodded, his eyes filled with deep expectation:

“I am a priestess. In the information you conveyed to us, the priestess was an ancient profession responsible for communicating between the gods and humans. I used this as my code name to try to decipher the language of the gods, but I only read one result—the gods are so heartless.”

"So why not replace it?"

"When Originium covers the sky and the earth, filling every corner of this universe, we can bore that [god] into an empty shell."

“The three Originium are your giant axe. Within the internalized universe, we can reenact the myth you spoke of.”

"In the chaos of heaven and earth, like a broken egg, Panku was born within it, wielding an axe, and split the heavens and the earth."

Heaven and earth, in the simple concept of ancient Chinese, refer to the universe, which is "everything".

Eggs, amber in color but golden in color, contain life within.

The giant axe, the means by which the supreme deity fells the tree of civilization, can also become a tool for creating the world and a completely new internalized universe in the hands of different deities.

潘库

“I haven’t forgotten a single word you said. It was the myth you described that gave me this enlightenment.”

"This is what I'm researching—Project Panku."

"In that case, how can it not be considered saving everything?"

Chapter 1060 Thus, I act as an observer. (4700)

Precyth tells a magnificent story.

The story of a civilization that survives in the face of despair, seeks and puts every hope into practice, and finally discovers the right path.

Every character in this story is multifaceted, including Trevor Friston, who refuses to give up hope but struggles to find his way, ultimately sacrificing his resources for his companions and willingly becoming a guardian of a tombstone.

There is also Ed, who would rather die than submit, shouting that humanity will never be enslaved, seemingly hating everything, yet in the end leaving behind an Easter egg full of goodwill towards life and the world, such as "Hello World!", and always practicing his own principles.

Furthermore, there is Luo, who was the first to understand the essence of the world they live in. He proposed a model that combines the most classic elements of collectivism and individual heroism: collective evolution is driven by individual mutations, and individual problems are solved by collective wisdom. He hopes to use the power of tiny lives to recreate a benevolent universe that belongs to us.

If we only consider the story itself, Part 4 is already quite brilliant, and it has a perfect ending—the story should have ended after Lu Zailuo's proposed model officially began experimentation.

Because readers don't want to see how the hero who kills the dragon and marries the princess governs the country he saved, as that would inevitably involve politics.

The second ugliest play in the world is a political critique. If you were to ask what the ugliest play is...?

—A political drama.

Among all the beautiful and simple impressions, the civilization represented by the hero should become a true millennium-old empire, immortal and eternal.

But from the very beginning, Precys set the tone for the story of the "microbial civilization" that she had heard from Lo.

"Let me tell you a fairy tale."

Now, the fairy tale is over.

The dragon was not killed, and the hero did not have enough time to outlive the dragon.

Or rather, the heroes, born to defeat the evil dragon and bring hope, were so born that they didn't even have time to realize their mission.

【The Deep Blue Tree】is that unripe hero beneath the swift blade of time.

And that's the story of the fourth genius, a boring "adult story".

“Prismus, your story is perfect.”

"But you are still avoiding talking about one issue."

"Where are the people?"

"Doctor," the leader of the geniuses spoke slowly.

He had not regained his memories, nor did he know the specific properties of Originium, let alone what the so-called "Observer," "Supreme God," and "Will of the Universe" were.

But even by instinct—his aversion to sacrifice and his respect for every life—he had already perceived the most easily overlooked, yet most indispensable, part beneath Precys's "grand narrative" of genius and civilization.

Where are they?

A civilization cannot be built by just a few geniuses, and ultimately, the term "genius" itself is a comparison. Without mediocre people around, how can the wisdom of a genius be highlighted?

Where are the most indispensable mediocre people in this entire civilization?

This is also the same question Kal'tsit initially posed—the same question she posed following the will of her creator—that when Precyth and the prophet found the "treasure," it was already too late.

Civilization has been destroyed. Terra is merely a base established by a few remnants who have retreated to a corner of the world. Compared to the once vast human civilization, it is not even a spark, but just a tiny "ember" left after the flames have been extinguished.

3. It is known that Trevor Friston of the [Preserver] Project took in almost all the surviving humans at the time and sealed them in sarcophagi. So what else can be preserved in the [artificial amber] and Originium?

Kal'tsit was almost certain that Precys would not be able to answer this question, because this was precisely the point of contention between the prophet and Precys throughout the entire Originium Project, and the root of their disagreement!

No matter how successful the Originium may be, it cannot bring back human civilization. Therefore, the prophet hopes to give the Originium as a gift. Their generation's microbial empire may have perished, but there will always be a next generation of civilizations that will emerge in cycles.

They can endure all the suffering and then pass this gift on to the next generation of civilization.

Only by passing the torch from generation to generation can it endure forever.

But Precys disagrees with this view; he disagreed in the past and he disagrees now.

"Doctor, the person is right here."

She replied.

"Doctor, I prefer to believe that your amnesia is an accident, but if it isn't, then the prophet may have already realized this problem."

"After you know the answer, I believe you will choose to come back to me. You will understand me and share the same beliefs as me."

The doctor narrowed his eyes.

With his hood removed, he appeared somewhat thin and delicate, but his tone held a firmness completely at odds with his appearance:

“Prisus, that’s wrong. There are only a few of us here. Compared to the newly born civilization on this land, I don’t think we are any more noble or irreplaceable.”

“Precys, if you truly understand me, you should know very well that I have no doubt about the hope of the new civilization. Because no one is born to wait for destruction, and no story is destined to end in tragedy from the very beginning. I cannot belittle their efforts for a future with little hope, and in this respect, they are no different from those I should know and from you.”

Precy listened patiently to everything.

She didn't interrupt, get angry, get annoyed, or argue back.

Only after the doctor finished speaking righteously did she, with a smile, abruptly ask:

"What if I'm talking about these people?"

The doctor paused, startled. Meanwhile, Priscilla had already turned towards Ernst.

“Treasure, you once asked Friston this question.”

"Why is it that this land, which was clearly shaped by Originium, and Originium is our creation, shows no trace of us in terms of culture or systems?"

“Friston gave you this answer back then—natural amber, that is, your information, shaped this land.”

Ernst was somewhat puzzled as to why Precys would suddenly bring up this topic at this moment.

He glanced at Friston with some confusion, and Friston was clearly surprised as well. Because of the debate, Ernst could even hear Friston's inner thoughts at that moment—"Is there a problem with my memory bank? I don't think I'm mistaken, right? This should be the principle, shouldn't it?"

If there are no lies in the debate, then Trevor Friston's behavior at this moment is enough to prove that his explanation to Ernst at that time was not a lie.

Why did Precys suddenly raise such a question?

Although he didn't understand, Ernst nodded, confirming Precys's question: [Purchase/Buy]

"Yes, that's what he said."

"He knows too little about Originium."

Precys delivered the verdict cleanly and decisively.

Ernst glanced at Friston again, and the old man's face visibly flushed.

Although he and Priscilla were just colleagues and their relationship wasn't particularly deep, they were still once working together under the Prophet and carrying out the survival plan. Some of the resources that Priscilla had back then were actually shared by him!

You're really going to be so ruthless in undermining your old colleague!

For an elderly person who considers themselves trendy, nothing is more hurtful than being told to their face, "You don't understand this," because it means you're saying they're out of touch with the times, which is equivalent to saying, "You're out of touch, old man!"

For a scientist exploring the unknown, nothing is more damaging than telling them to their face, "Your conclusion is bullshit," because you are denying their research results, which is equivalent to saying, "Your paper is pure nonsense."

Precys' statement fits both criteria. In the past, Friston would have had to engage in a major debate with her on the interstellar network!

But now, perhaps out of respect for Ernst, he merely snorted and quietly waited for Precys to continue.

Precys did not keep him and Ernst waiting.

She raised a question that Ernst had never considered before:

“Treasure, your message has shaped this land, that fact is beyond doubt.”

"However, everything preserved in [amber] remains completely still, unaffected by time or external forces. So, why would there be a situation of [information leakage] within the treasure?"

Ernst's mind was immediately filled with information.

He had heard Precys mention before that everything preserved inside the Originium would be in a completely static state, when Precys described the relationship between the lumberjacks and the forest.

But he never considered that if the information was completely still and preserved intact in the "internalized universe" formed by his body, why would there be a leak?

"It all started with our first experiment."

"Even before you sacrificed yourself, when we first tried to take a single cell from your body, test the reaction with a small dose of medicine, draw a tiny bit of blood for testing, and obtain a small piece of flesh for dissection."

"However, at the time, we did not understand what this behavior meant."

Her expression turned somewhat sorrowful; although she tried to maintain a smile, she could not hide the tenderness filled with sadness.

Ernst suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

He suddenly understood why Precys had begun his explanation of his research with that long, metaphorical fairy tale.

Children who are unaware of the truth and lack the necessary knowledge will only sympathize with the little match girl's plight when watching The Little Match Girl, and feel a little comforted that she saw her grandmother's face in the last flicker of the fire.

However, adults with sufficient knowledge, mature values, and critical thinking skills, when reading *The Little Match Girl*, will see the darkness of society, the indifference of the masses, and the cruelty of the times, to the point that a poor girl succumbed to illness and froze to death on the streets on Christmas Eve, the most important day of the Western Christmas season!

Just as every fairy tale seems to have a corresponding dark version, Precys's small, seemingly reasonable deduction about something was enough for Ernst to instantly grasp the true meaning behind it.

Extracting a single cell?

The front lines of the microbial civilization are crumbling step by step, and one by one, the discoverable settlements are falling.

Test the reaction with a small dose of the medicine?

His methods are endless, sometimes even raining down devastating droplets from beyond the universe to destroy civilizations.

Should we draw a tiny bit of blood for testing?

[Or perhaps, using inconceivable forces, the very foundations of civilization would be ripped out of the universe.]

To obtain a small piece of flesh for dissection?

[Or perhaps it becomes so unobservable that a region that should exist is transformed into an unobservable, incomprehensible, and inaccessible "nothingness."]

If amber itself signifies information, then both the body and soul of amber are carriers of information.

Is the hero who seeks hope of defeating the dragon from the amber doing the same thing as the dragon at this very moment?

Precyth never intended to become a dragon.

The "slice" is still very small and will not have much impact on Terra, which serves as the testing ground. Precys and the prophet are so engrossed in their research on Originium that they have not yet noticed those tiny changes.

Faced with pressure and a sense of responsibility, "Treasure" chose a glorious sacrifice. When she actually took over that body and began her research, melting "him" like chocolate to create "artificial amber" was the moment she did.

The moment she truly stepped into the "internalized universe".