People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

The theory works.

Some might say this is unsafe, or others might criticize it for being full of randomness and uncertainty.

But in the end, who isn't?

Isn't the Panku Project theoretically feasible?

The very nature of the "treasure" makes this theory seem more solid and reliable! When truly facing the "observer," every plan will be put to the test!

Regardless, the doctor offered another perspective.

Although he no longer has the memory of a prophet, his wisdom remains.

Only then did Prisus finally reveal a helpless, bitter smile:

"PhD."

"You haven't changed. You still believe in that slim possibility, and you still believe that the wisdom of those who come after you can bring hope."

"You'll always be like this."

Her lips were slightly pursed, and her nod was slow but genuine.

"I admit that you won this debate; the possibility certainly exists."

"But I will remain committed to Project Panku. I will save everything before everything is destroyed, and I will do everything in my power to save the treasure and break this endless cycle."

"But before that, I will wait quietly, and I will travel around to see this unexpected civilization that you say you can't let go of, until the treasure changes its mind."

The doctor smiled and nodded:

"You understand what I'm thinking. Indeed, I think we should get along well."

He took Ernst's hand and walked to Precyth, as if he had made up his mind, and said seriously:

“Prismus, tell us about yourself.”

“Ernst said that our relationship is not ordinary. He also said that Kal'tsit is also our creation. You all say that it was you and me who discovered the treasure. I think there must be many stories between us.”

"But we're so trapped in the vortex of fate that we've forgotten what the people around us look like. So, Precys, tell us about yourself?"

Precyth opened his mouth, his eyes gleaming.

She was somewhat moved, and a little shy, yet she showed no intention of refusing the doctor. After a moment of awkward silence, she placed one hand on her other arm, and in a manner completely different from the somewhat crazed planner she had just been, she turned her face away like a little girl.

"So, where would you like to start listening?"

The Doctor thought for a moment, then glanced at Kal'tsit beside him, and a flash of inspiration struck him:

"Let's start with why Kal'tsit treats you this way."

Kal'tsit was startled, then realized what the Doctor meant, her expression changed drastically, and a great terror rose in her heart!

Damn it, stop!

"Ho-"

Chapter 1063 Kal'tsit: Feed me peanuts!

We must imagine that Kal'tsit is happy.

The loneliness of immortality is an enviable luxury. From ancient times to the present, countless people have pursued this luxury. Not everyone is unaware of the loneliness that immortality brings, but at some point, people only emphasized how lonely immortality is.

"To achieve immortality, one must face the passing of loved ones and friends before one's eyes." This statement is somewhat humorous, especially in the context of Terra.

What? You think you won't become an orphan just because you have a short lifespan?

There are plenty of people who would love to talk to you about it.

Immortality at least gives you a chance to rebuild new relationships after overcoming grief. Closing your heart and locking away love is a personal choice, and not being able to move on is a matter of personal mindset. What does that have to do with immortality? Why should immortality take the blame for someone else?

You didn't mention a word about the benefits of longevity, such as accumulating wealth, connections, status, and power!

Oh, it seems Kal'tsit really doesn't have anything.

Indeed, for her, immortality seemed to offer only loneliness.

Ernst assured that he was absolutely not trying to stir up trouble for Kal'tsit, after all, the Doctor and Priscilla were much more effective at doing so than he was!

“Precyth, why do you call Kal'tsit Ama-10? She clearly has her own name.”

The doctor asked, looking puzzled.

Precys was smiling, but for some reason, Ernst felt that her smile was a little sinister.

"Doctor, let me ask you, when did you name Kal'tsit?"

The doctor was stunned.

That's a ridiculous question. If he knew even a little bit, he wouldn't be completely clueless!

"Doctor, do you know what our agreement was back then?"

Precy Road,

"We agreed that no matter whether we ultimately give the Originium as a gift to the next civilization or use it to freeze and seal everything, we can maintain our differences and seek common ground while reserving our differences."

"We will sleep together until Originium covers the entire land and we have collected enough information, then we will wake up and execute the next step of Originium's plan."

"During this period, none of us can artificially interfere with the development of Originium. In order to prevent anyone from waking up prematurely and changing the operation of Originium, we have left gray matter nails in each other's minds. No matter who it is, as long as they do not abide by the agreement and wake up prematurely, they will trigger the gray matter nails and take it as their responsibility to advance the Originium Project."

"And while we were asleep, Ama-10 wasn't called Kal'tsit yet." = One?

""

Ah this.

He understood.

Precys is implying that he cheated!

He secretly woke up once during the night, gave the then-Ama-10 the name "Kal'tsit," and then went back to sleep. Moreover, he may have secretly woken up more than once. Even excluding the naming incident, he was also woken up by Kal'tsit once later, a few years ago on Rhodes Island.

Then the Tower of Babel Incident occurred.

The doctor was momentarily embarrassed, and in his embarrassment, he wanted to put the hood he had taken off back on to cover his face.

He looked at Kal'tsit with a glimmer of hope and asked:

"Is that really true, Kal'tsit?"

Kal'tsit didn't want to answer that question.

Normally, she would definitely lecture the PhD student for asking such uncooperative questions, especially in this situation! She can't afford to offend anyone—the person opposite her, the person next to her, or the person watching the show!

Unfortunately, she now has to answer.

Because none of the people opposite or beside the Doctor, or those watching the show with wide eyes, are people that Kal'tsit can afford to offend.

This group has clearly begun to transform into "bloodthirsty spectators"!

Kelsey, looking at Ernst's enthusiastic expression, suspected that if they were in a "debate" setting, he would have clenched his fists and roared out:

"Quack, I've been wanting to see this kind of show!"

Left with no other choice, Kal'tsit could only grit her teeth and nod.

"Yes, Doctor, you woke up early."

"Uh"

The doctor fell silent again, putting his hands in his pockets as before, but compared to his earlier confidence in declaring, "I am the chief person in charge of the project to preserve prehistoric civilization," he now felt a strong sense of unease.

Ernst commented: He was still a little insecure (Vivi face). 3~2—

He seemed to want to salvage the situation, and continued:

"But even if I secretly woke up, that has little to do with why Kal'tsit is treating you so badly, right?"

"Prismus, what did you do?"

Precyth shrugged, looking completely innocent.

"I didn't do anything."

The doctor didn't believe it.

There is no love or hate without a reason in the world. Kal'tsit was a creation of him and Priscilla. If we were to compare it to the relationship between Mark Max and Trevor Friston, Kal'tsit could be considered their child!

Although this child is currently acting a bit rebellious, wanting to be the boss and saying things like, "You don't understand, you'll understand when you reach my age," in the doctor's eyes, she is at most just a little rebellious.

Especially for him now that he has amnesia, Kal'tsit's Terra encyclopedia has been a great help, allowing him to avoid many detours in understanding Terra, Rhodes Island, and the previous civilization.

He felt that his relationship with Kal'tsit was still good, even though he was no longer responsible for raising her.

However, Kal'tsit and Prissis's relationship can be described as terrible. Everyone present witnessed the scene where she stood up in public and accused Prissis of lying.

How could Priscilla have done nothing?

"Kal'tsit, why do you hate Prismus?"

Ernst was also a little curious about this question, and seeing that the doctor didn't believe him, he simply asked.

Kal'tsit answered much faster this time than before:

"Because Originium is the root of suffering on this land, and Precyth is determined to expand its territory with Originium."

As soon as the words left his mouth, the atmosphere in the room noticeably turned somber, and even Friston, who had been watching the drama unfold with wide eyes, looked away.

The doctor's face darkened instantly.

Is Originium the root of suffering on this land?

But Originium is also the source of civilization on this land!

Skeltie's words were tantamount to simultaneously cursing Ernst, the source of Originium; the Doctor and Precys, who developed Originium; the Sarkaz, who absorbed the information leaking from Originium; and the Terra civilization that has developed to its current state.

It is true that Originium is the root of all the suffering of the Terra civilization, but without Originium, Terra would not even be worthy of being on the table.

It is precisely because of the existence of Originium that an "unexpected" civilization emerged on Terra, giving it the right to be evaluated now. Otherwise, even the "merciful" prophet had no objection to using Terra as "nourishment for the Deep Blue Tree," "a petri dish for Originium," "a launch site for the Heaven's Fulcrum," or "the grave of the Preservers" in the earliest days!

What right do the Terrans, who profited from Originium, have to criticize its mistakes? Their lack of understanding stems from their ignorance. The Doctor could argue that ignorance is no excuse, but for Kal'tsit to utter such words is truly baffling.

Sure enough, Prismus raised his hand and gently placed it on Kal'tsit's head:

"Are you very unhappy about this, Ama-10?"

“I can give you a chance. You can present a new possibility to me, like the Doctor, a possibility to fight against the Observer without relying on Originium.”

"Simply criticizing doesn't make you a critic. Destroying without building, scoffing at others' plans while being helpless yourself—that's a childish mentality. I don't recall ever giving you such an instruction, and I doubt the Doctor would either."

The doctor frowned, hesitated for a moment, and then raised his hand:

"There's no need to be so harsh on her."

Ernst also sighed slightly, keeping his promise from when he arrived:

"Alright, Prismus, let's stick to the point and let Kal'tsit continue. I don't think this is the most important factor, is it?"

"The Doctor also aspires to expand Originium, but Kal'tsit doesn't dislike him."

Precyth pursed his lips, shrugged, and withdrew his hand, which was comparable to a soul extractor.

Kal'tsit sniffed.

She really wanted to say a few cool lines, and she really wanted to curse Precys, but unfortunately, the weapon of criticism cannot replace the criticism of weapons, and she really couldn't beat him.

She wasn't afraid of death, but dying for something like this would be utterly meaningless, even laughable and pathetic.

Because he made a lot of baseless accusations and insults at a group of people, he ended up being tracked down by someone online and brought to the real world. How ridiculous!

She glanced at the professor and continued:

"That's what the doctor said."

A sense of foreboding suddenly rose in the doctor's heart.

"When the doctor woke up early for the first time, he gave me a name and gave me the order to be freed."

"He said, 'Prescyth, you tampered with his sleeping sarcophagus. You modified his gray nails, trying to force and twist his will. He was thus forced into a deep sleep.'"

"The reason I uphold the Terra civilization is because of the expectations he had for me. He wanted me to walk on this land and find myself in the process. He promised me freedom, that I would no longer be bound by you and him, and that he wanted me to protect this civilization."

"Wait, did I really say that?"

The Doctor couldn't even think about the fact that Precys had tampered with his sarcophagus; instead, he questioned his decision to give Kal'tsit the order to "protect Terran civilization."

He didn't know what the "prophet" was thinking, but if it were him now, he didn't think he would say that.