People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

What will she see?

On the day the "treasure" transformed into Originium, Luo returned to the lunar observation station from Ocean III for the last time.

She questioned the prophet and the priestess. The priestess answered her questions. (Chapter 276)

She had a cold, stiff expression on her face when she said:

"The treasure is all around us."

"From the skies to the seas of Terra, he is everywhere."

The prophet did not understand these words at the time; he was simply hesitant and confused about Precyth's condition.

He remembered the wavering and near-physical resistance on Precys's face when he was cutting, dissecting, dissolving, and recasting. It was a kindness and respect for life that was no different from his own. This almost identical set of values ​​was also the reason why they could get along well and come together in the end times.

But at that moment, after returning from the internalized universe, he suddenly found it hard to understand the Precyth that this "treasure" spoke of, which was supposed to be very easy to understand.

She seemed to have truly become a "priestess," numb and cold, conveying the will of God, filled with indifference to life.

He didn't understand why Precys could answer Lo's question so calmly.

He envisioned covering Terra with Originium, filling the universe with Originium, creating a new world with it, but he also realized that this would require the sacrifice of blood and flesh.

But he didn't continue to think about it from this angle. His moral values, worldview, and worldview, which he had accumulated over countless years in the context of human civilization, were all warning him—if he continued to think about it in this way, he would collapse first.

He didn't press Precys for the reason, but instead chose to nail himself with the Gray Nail, so that he would stop thinking about the problem and persevere in fulfilling his duty, spreading Originium across the land.

He had almost gotten close to the truth.

In the future, the truth he subconsciously avoided will be revealed to him tens of thousands of years later by a Sarkaz with long pink hair and the same gentleness and benevolence as Prisses, in an even more unexpected way.

"Look, Doctor, this is a flower that I created by reverse decompressing Originium."

At that moment, the switch for the gray nail driven into the prophet's mind was finally triggered.

He finally glimpsed the "internalized universe" that Precys had seen from the decompressed flowers.

It wasn't like it is now, a pristine golden ocean after countless redundant information had been cleansed away.

It was a world constructed from "flesh and blood information," scorched, melted, and reduced to countless fragments that flew through the air and scattered across the entire land.

The duty recorded in the prophet's gray nail is to cover all of this with ink on this land.

Just as Precys said, in the end, he would understand her choice.

He realized the situation so quickly that by the time he realized what he had seen, it was too late.

"Delete my memories."

So said the evil spirit of the Tower of Babel.

"I want eyes that have never seen this scene before."

Chapter 1061 You Save Everything, I Save You

The "debate" was abruptly ended.

Trevor Friston abruptly stopped it.

Based on purely rational judgment, he did not believe it was necessary to continue exposing everyone's thoughts and ideas to each other.

Just as QQ groups are for exchanging and sharing erotic images, not for sharing history with the "historical king," "debate" is for heart-to-heart communication, not for exchanging R18G content.

Even disregarding the people from this pre-civilization world, there are still children here. The detrimental impact of such a world on the growth of teenagers is immeasurable!

You're right, aren't you, Kal'tsit?

Kal'tsit remained silent, only gritting her teeth.

Trevor Friston transformed back into the enormous, eyeball-like machine, his spherical body radiating an orange-red glow, his gaze fixed firmly on Ernst.

From any perspective, Priscilla's description was too horrifying. Not to mention Priscilla herself, who had spent countless years in the internalized universe as the executor of the plan, even Trevor Friston, who only heard this retelling from her, felt his blood boil just imagining the scene.

Admittedly, ancient civilizations were well-informed and experienced, and Trevor Friston was theoretically neither afraid of the dead nor of death.

But a dead person and a group of dead people are two different concepts. A group of dead people and a pool of dead people, a mass of dead people, or the dead people of a world are yet another concept.

In particular, they were forced to kill so many people with their own hands, using the methods they hated most, considered their greatest enemy, and desperately wanted to defeat—the lumberjacks.

Nothing could be more despairing than this.

What you hate, what you laugh at, what you try your best to defeat is nothing more than your future self.

In short, the reason why ancient civilizations wanted to escape the giant axe of the lumberjacks was simply to fight for the survival of their civilization and for a future. But if the future is built on becoming a lumberjack, then what meaning does that future hold?

"So, why don't we just stop everything?"

“Doctor, I am the one who knows you best, and you are the one who knows me best. I have said before that I will not force you to make a decision before you make it—I will never impose my will on you.”

"But I know that once you discover everything, know everything, and understand everything, you will eventually understand me and choose me."

"This cannot be shaken by a few words of provocation, a couple of moments of excitement, or the short time you spent in Terra."

As Precys spoke, he glanced at Kal'tsit standing to the side.

Kal'tsit clenched her fists, and to Prisma's surprise, she didn't remain silent, but spoke again:

"Then why did you cover this land with Originium?"

"If you want to end this so-called cycle, Precyth, you can do nothing. You can simply wait for the Observer to destroy the Terra civilization, and then the cycle will naturally break."

"But the path of civilization's pursuit of hope will not end."

The doctor provided an explanation without even needing to answer Precys.

He did understand.

"Kal'tsit, the [Observer] destroys civilizations, not universes."

"And within the universe, civilizations will always be born."

"Given enough time, new civilizations will always emerge and follow the same path as us."

Unify civilizations, develop technology, leave the home planet, explore galaxies, colonize space, conquer the universe, and explore the subspace.

Until they too erected that towering boundary marker at the edge of the universe, declaring "This is the end of the universe," until they too collided with the merciless giant axe of the "lumberjack," until they too began to search for the so-called "possibility of salvation."

Until one day, they too encountered a "treasure".

What has been done will be done again, and what has been done will be done again.

The doctor was unsure, or rather, he wasn't sure if he was certain of this guess.

Are they truly the first civilization in recorded history to discover a "treasure"?

The doctor didn't believe in so-called "fate," but somehow, he seemed to see that there were two enormous cycles governing everything.

Civilization reaches its peak—collides with the "Observer"—civilization attempts self-rescue—civilization tries its best but cannot defeat it—encounters a "treasure".

If, as Kal'tsit suggested, nothing is done and the observer is allowed to destroy the civilization, the result will be that the "treasure" will continue to be reborn, encountering the next civilization, and so on, in an endless cycle.

This is one of the cycles.

If they follow their original decision, which is the original design of the Originium Project, and use the "treasure" to transcribe the information of civilization into the internalized universe made of natural amber, then they are doing the work of the "Observers." The civilization preserved in the amber will be ruthlessly destroyed in their experiments. When they merge into it, they can indeed enjoy the peace in the internalized universe before the end, but that also means that they can never leave.

Because the external observers have not disappeared.

Even if a certain Wen Wuming possesses the corresponding abilities and releases the sealed Wen Wuming, the Observer will still find them again and eliminate these "troublesome," "unkillable," and "redundant" [redundant information].

Therefore, they can only stay in the internalized universe.

The "treasure" remains unchanged. Of all things that change, only he remains constant. He will continue his journey, just as the "treasure" has now been reborn as "Ernst".

Civilizations that remain within the internalized universe can only await the same fate.

When a civilization perishes, the "treasure" is discovered once again by another civilization. This other civilization also discovers the properties of the "treasure," and then, in order to save themselves, they will also make demands on the "treasure."

Given his character, "Treasure" wouldn't choose to stand by and watch someone die in such a situation. Just as he has always done, he would choose to sacrifice himself.

In yet another study, "they" will destroy "us" and follow the same path as us, entering the internalized universe and waiting for the next civilization to be born in the universe.

This is the second cycle.

The cycle repeats itself, yet the paths lead to the same destination.

"The only way I can think of to break the cycle is to spread Originium across this land and throughout the entire universe."

"To create a Pankuru, to completely replace our cruel and merciless gods, and to create a completely new world."

The core of Project Panku is not difficult to understand.

It's like a combination of the radicalism of [Heaven's Pivot] and the stability of [Deep Blue Tree].

The ultimate goal of the "Heavenly Pivot" is to defeat the "Observer," but this is a suicidal measure that will destroy the entire universe. Even if it succeeds, civilization will perish along with it!

But if the "Observer" is not killed, civilization can only hide forever in the limited safe house of the internalized universe, facing annihilation after the arrival of a new civilization.

Therefore, the observer must die.

Deep Blue Tree II offers a way to "survive".

By raising behemoths that possess all the [Laws], and directly using these behemoths as the basis for recreating the universe, they can survive and, in theory, completely eliminate the [Observer].

But this is incredibly difficult; it requires enormous resources, a comprehensive understanding of the laws of the universe, and a very long time.

Only a civilization at its peak could possibly accomplish such a project. But no civilization at its peak would be so idle as to pour all its mastery of laws and knowledge into a behemoth and send it to "create the world." That would be too wasteful of resources; wouldn't you be afraid the behemoth would turn around and bite you? Not to mention, once the Big Bang of creation occurs, it's as if the civilization itself has to start all over again, rebuilding everything from scratch.

Even whether civilization can survive such a cosmic explosion is an unknown.

This is basically equivalent to living a good, happy, and fulfilling life at its peak, and then you painstakingly build a nuclear bomb and blow yourself up.

That's definitely suicide.

Even a prescient time traveler couldn't persuade a civilization to do such a thing—the vastness of time in the universe would obscure the reasons for the demise of any previous civilization into untraceable remnants, and the time traveler couldn't produce any evidence to prove that the [Lumberjacks] actually existed.

After all, you can't teach someone by person, but you can teach someone by experience, and it only takes one time.

Unfortunately, there is no room for error in this matter.

The "treasure" can provide such a perfect answer.

[Observer] The "treasure" cannot be killed, and the "treasure" can store information without limit.

If Originium covers everything, then Precys can be compared to a very inappropriate analogy: in ancient times when medical technology was not advanced, cancer cells devoured everything in the body.

The observer will die during this process.

Or rather, even if the Observer doesn't die, by then, He/She will have already been "usurped".

At most, He will stare blankly at the amber world formed by the endless accumulation of Originium within Himself. He will become a true observer, only able to watch from the sidelines.

In this way, the cycle is broken.

“But, Precys, I have a question.”

4. Ernst finally spoke.

"Kal'tsit asked you this question right from the start: Where is he?"

"I'm also very curious now. If everything you said is true, then the ancient civilizations still couldn't be revived, right?"

"Or do you want to save the Terra civilization?"

Ernst felt that Precyth wasn't that kind-hearted.

Her plan made sense in theory, but the whole thing was rife with a sense of madness, and just imagining what she was talking about made Ernst's scalp tingle.

Wait, how did the plot develop?

How come you suddenly started saying, "Go and take care of the [Observer]!"?

I typed "Observer"? Really? Man! What can I do?

Precys looked at Ernst, shook her head, and said something that Ernst never expected.

"I want to save you."

“Treasure, the prophet said you are the key to saving everything, but I say you are not the key.”

"You can save everything."

"Because you remember!"

With a chilling smile, she slowly said:

"Our research on the treasure is less than one ten-thousandth of the truth, and it turns out that even without a body, your soul still possesses the characteristics of [natural amber]. Moreover, you still remember your [original form]."

"You, always the same!"