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In [The Survival of Civilization], she lost her Originium Arts, but fortunately, the Sarkaz's own power was enough to hold off and deal with an ordinary human.

The doctor stared blankly at Theresa, at the hands blocking his way, and after a long silence, slowly nodded.

"I see."

“Theresia, you are not as kind as Amiya and I described.”

Theresa was completely unaffected by these words.

Kindness and compassion are two different things, and different people have different definitions of kindness. In Amiya's eyes, Miss Theresa is the embodiment of kindness, but in the eyes of the Doctor, or rather, in the eyes of that evil spirit from the Tower of Babel, he must have seen Theresa as a demon king and a commander.

Even if stopping the Doctor now would worsen his impression of her, Theresa could not allow anything to happen to the Doctor here.

And Mr. Ernst.

They entered together, yet he lost contact with them afterward. Since Amiya and Kal'tsit haven't forcibly interrupted the [Deep Dive], Ernst should at least be safe.

There were other possibilities, but at least Theresa hoped Ernst was safe.

"Then what do we do next?"

The doctor seemed to have finally regained his composure.

"How do I open the third port, or find Ernst?"

Theresa turned her gaze toward the outside of the corridor.

"Doctor, this is the border."

"You should have already realized that the stagnation of civilization does not mean standing still; time will still move forward irreversibly along a linear trajectory. But everything that life creates and discovers will only fall into an inescapable cycle."

"Mathematics, physics, philosophy, theology, and other theories and practices can no longer create hope. The upward spiral has failed, and life will waste its future on a path of disorientation."

This might sound a bit confusing, but the professor understood it.

If Ernst were here, he could also give a simpler, but still somewhat difficult, explanation: You played Stellaris and maxed out all the tech points, but the game wasn't over, so you've now started cycling through the tech.

"Perhaps you can't see how this corridor displays all that, but that's because the [DWDB-221E] project provides [boundary protection] for all infiltrators, which is what you call the [underlying protocol]."

"A civilization at a certain stage can only access the knowledge of that stage. This is to prevent information that exceeds the limits of the civilization's own thinking and cognition from becoming a poison that leads a new civilization to ignore reality and head towards destruction, thereby dragging their civilization into the abyss."

There is only one exception.

Theresa looked at the doctor.

The doctor pondered for a moment and said:

Am I the exception?

“I don’t know,” Theresa shook her head, “but you are the most likely one.”

The continuation of civilization carries two missions: to be a gift to future civilizations and to be a tool to help human civilization recover.

The former, such as the Sarkaz civilization represented by Theresa or the Terran native civilization, meets the underlying protocol requirements for the survival of civilization. As a new civilization, the information stored in DWDB-221E that they come into contact with will be "reasonable and appropriate" information output after the complete data is decoded by the singularity.

But humans do not limit themselves.

Humans will not allow their descendants to retrace the evolutionary history of Homo sapiens from scratch. What they want is to make up for the gap in civilization caused by the "Observer" crisis in the shortest possible time, and filling all the gaps in one go is naturally the best way.

Therefore, theoretically, if the person accessing the "preservation of civilization" is human, then his soul would be a key!

"Then what should I do?"

The doctor asked directly.

If he is the key, where is the door that needs to be opened?

Theresa looked out of the corridor again.

This time, the doctor understood what her gaze meant.

Singularity.

Because the Doctor has lost his memory, he is unable to conduct a Deep Dive independently. Therefore, this Deep Dive will be guided by Theresa, the former holder of the Survival of Civilization.

This does indeed ensure the safety of [Deep Dive] to a certain extent, but at the same time, it also inevitably triggers the underlying protocol of the [DWDB-221E] project.

Because Theresa is not human, the continuation of civilization will generate boundaries for her.

If you want to see things that are beyond Theresa's comprehension, there is only one way—to directly enter the [Singularity].

"Theresia, did you also enter the singularity back then?"

The doctor's voice sounded somewhat surprised. Theresa nodded slightly.

"Yes."

She too jumped into the singularity.

However, unlike the Doctor, she did not obtain more information from the singularity. She only gained access to the "Preservation of Civilization" after entering it, which is the second Black Crown.

The PhD holder might gain even more; at the very least, he should be able to obtain a second black crown.

"Kal'tsit said that even information has quality within the singularity, and you..."

Theresa explained:

“My Originium Arts are not working here, but it is possible to reconstruct the information that appears here by borrowing the casting logic of Originium Arts.”

"I used that information to build a bridge."

The doctor remained silent for a moment, until he walked to the window in the corridor, before slowly saying:

“In terms of genius, you are indeed consistent with Ernst’s description.”

"Can I trust you?"

Theresa smiled and nodded, her expression utterly serious.

"no matter when."

The doctor said no more and took the first step straight out the window.

At the same time, pale pink light gathered into threads, weaving a staircase beneath his feet—that was Theresia building a bridge for him.

The doctor took a deep breath, his tense expression relaxing slightly, and took the second step, completely breaking free from the boundaries.

The next second, immense pressure crashed down on him like a meteorite falling from Mount Tai. At the same time, a torrent of information flooded into his mind, interrupting his thoughts for a moment.

In a daze, he seemed to hear Theresa's call, the voice of the non-existent singularity, and many strange sounds. Finally, he saw a figure standing in front of a huge observation window, leaving behind a recording.

[Lo, I apologize for not replying sooner, but this is belated good news. The environmental adaptability analysis of the living tissue samples from your several kilometers-long friends on the Deep Blue Tree has been completed. The results show they can survive the destruction. However, they will need a long time to become ships spreading new hope. Lo, please don't think your success is too late for us. Let them live. These beautiful marine creatures don't need to join our destruction. In the future, perhaps they will carry a bit of our remaining dust and take a step into the cold void.] Jiu

This seems to be describing the [Deep Blue Tree]?

Just as the doctor's thoughts began to surface, another female voice quietly rang out, as if responding to the recording.

[To the Prophet.]

[I didn't expect you to message me again, especially using this communication frequency.] — He

I don't need your approval to make my plan feasible. You should continue with your sacrifice-filled plan with Precyth, instead of focusing too much attention on me.

However, since you are still fulfilling your duties and have not let his sacrifice go to waste, I can tell you about the progress of my plan.

I will reshape the Deep Blue Tree.

He will continuously iterate and evolve. I will liberate his offspring, allowing them to leave the behemoth's body, adapt to more environments, and obtain more nutrients. —Wu

This nourishment includes not only matter and energy, but also information.

[Through this transformation, the Deep Blue Tree will become naturally hostile to Originium.]

The recording ended abruptly there.

The doctor opened his eyes. Beside him, Theresa and Ernst were squatting, looking at him from the left and right.

Not only the two of them, but also someone who looked exactly like him, and he was sleeping on that person's lap right now.

"woke up?"

Seeing that the doctor hadn't spoken for a while, Ernst suspiciously waved his hand in front of him.

Oh no, has this child gone mad?

The Doctor's direct charge into the singularity did help the Prophet find his place in the survival of civilization in a short time, but in any case, charging directly into the singularity was still a bit too aggressive.

Although the "Prophet" repeatedly assured him, "I'm not that fragile!", Ernst wasn't sure if the Doctor would have any problems after being hit by that torrent of information.

Bringing an idiot back would be too abstract.

Fortunately, the doctor quickly regained his senses. He struggled to his feet and rubbed his temples.

"Where am I?"

"Observation station".

Ernst Road,

"Or rather, inside the singularity."

Just as a person entering a black hole would theoretically be in an eternal "fall," the interior of the singularity is actually exceptionally calm.

Ernst gave a brief introduction to the place to the doctor.

Leaving aside the personal opinions of those who store knowledge, this is simply a super treasure trove of information. As long as you know how to use it, you can find all the answers you want here.

Given enough time, the professor could even read through all the materials on prehistoric civilizations here—of course, that would take an astronomical amount of time.

But the doctor's mind wasn't on that. He glanced at the three people present, hesitated for a moment, and then asked:

"Can you find a recording here?"

Ernst raised an eyebrow:

What recording?

"I gave it to the people in charge of several continuation plans."

Ernst glanced at the "Prophet." He nodded and dictated to the doctor how to retrieve the data.

The doctor found the recording.

Under Ernst's watchful eye, he played the words he had spoken to Lo.

It was exactly the same as what he heard while he was unconscious.

That wasn't his imagination; he really heard those words.

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"Has there been a response to this recording?"

he asked.

The Prophet shrugged.

"I don't know, but you should be able to find it out, right?"

He was merely a projection. Although he could influence the survival of civilization within the Singularity, he had no recollection of sending recordings to several key figures. This suggests that this was likely done by his future self.

The current "preservation of civilization" should not have preserved such a thing.

There is no concept of time in the singularity. In theory, the "prophet" can personally access "information about the future." But since the Doctor is here, he also wants to see what kind of situation this amnesiac version of himself is in.

The doctor glanced at the last page of the search results.

Nothing.

Luo's reply was not preserved in the "Continuation of Civilization" section.

How did he hear her? From where was she speaking to him?

Suddenly I had a feeling of sleep paralysis, where I was awake but couldn't get up, and it felt like a ghost was talking to me by the bedside.

The doctor felt goosebumps all over his body!

After a moment's hesitation, he took a deep breath and grabbed Ernst's arm:

"Ernst".

“After you go back, you’ll probably have to go to Agor right away.”

"I have a feeling that something is about to happen."

Chapter 1076 Wearing a Crown!

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