After a brief moment of panic, Little Freya stabilized her mood and asked cautiously.
"Shouldn't this place be destroyed?"
She also recognized that this was the main laboratory. It was here that the real Freya copied her consciousness into the ruins. It was also here that they were attacked by Freya.
"I don't know," Bologg shook his head, guessing, "We may be in her collective consciousness."
“Swarm consciousness?”
Little Freya was stunned for a moment, and then she recalled the scene just now. Boluogo rushed in front of the hazy light and threw himself into the ball of light.
It was a group of light composed of countless Freya's consciousnesses.
"A spiritual world composed of consciousness," Bologg continued, "is also the core of Freya."
As soon as Boluogo finished speaking, a series of vibrations came from the dim space, like some old equipment restarting. It made a buzzing noise, and then electricity surged, and one after another cold white light came from above the head.
It fell and illuminated this place.
This time Borogo not only saw Freya clearly under the spire, but also saw Freya standing on the steps outside the spire, surrounded by countless people.
They lowered their heads and remained silent, like towering sculptures. Boluogo was amazed by this bizarre scene, and then he raised his hand to signal little Freya to follow him.
In the past, little Freya would have been so frightened that she would have shivered, stood there daring not to move, and cried endlessly. However, during the period of time when she was acting with Boluogo, little Freya's mind was growing rapidly.
Growing... to be precise, she is learning.
Boluogo could clearly realize that just a few hours later, little Freya's mental stability was much stronger than when he first met her, and even her courage had become completely firm, as if these few days had passed.
To little Freya, these hours seemed as long as months, and it easily changed her nature.
Boluogo led little Freya up the steps, but as soon as he stepped on the first step, all the Freyas raised their heads, and countless cold eyes stared at Boluogo.
Even Boluoge couldn't help but stagnate under this strange cold gaze, but then he became more determined and stepped onto the second step of the stairs.
Although little Freya has grown up, it is still a bit reluctant for her to bear all this in one breath. Fortunately, she has found a solution.
She grabbed Boluogo's arm and lowered her head, not looking at anyone or making eye contact with anyone.
"I need you to trust me absolutely, Freya," Bologo said, "This is related to your internship performance."
"Are we talking about internship results at this time?" Little Freya couldn't help but said, "I know, I'm not an intern..."
Little Freya is just a copy of someone. Just like all Freya in this strange space, when she learns that she is not unique, she will inevitably have many complicated emotions, not to mention that the firm understanding in the past will fall apart.
It's terrible. From Little Freya's point of view, the experience of these few hours was longer than the sum of her past years.
"No, this kind of thing depends on you. If you think you are an intern, that is," Boluogo emphasized. "For example, do you think I am still an evil spirit?"
Little Freya raised her head cautiously, and saw the back of a tall and ferocious evil spirit coming into her eyes. She immediately lowered her head again, "Well, it's still that evil spirit."
Boluogo asked again, "Then do you think I am really an evil spirit?"
This time little Freya fell silent. If she really felt that Bologg was a terrible evil spirit, she should have thrown away Bologg's hand and ran away screaming, but little Freya
She didn't do this. Faced with Boluogo's weird posture, she felt a little conflicted at most, but it didn't rise to the level of fear at all.
"Right, these are just false illusions. You have already suffered cognitive distortions, why not be more idealistic?"
Boluogo continued, "If you prefer yourself as an intern, then treat yourself as an intern. We will work together to solve this crisis. I will apply and give you full marks for your internship. You will have a new
Position, new life.”
Little Freya's eyes were slightly in a trance. She was attracted by Boluogo's promise, which she had never been exposed to before.
Suddenly, little Freya's footsteps stopped, and she said slightly nervously, "Something's wrong."
"What's wrong?" Borlog asked.
"You...how are you so good at..." Little Freya's vocabulary was limited, and she didn't know how to describe it for a while.
"Good at enlightening?"
From Little Freya's perspective, the evil spirit turned its head and showed a very scary, yet kind-hearted smile.
"I have met a child who is a thousand times worse than you before. Wow, she is really in too much trouble than you," Boluogo sighed. "The most you can do is hide in the corner and cry endlessly. She
But I really have the power to put my crazy ideas into practice.”
"ah?"
"She even stabbed me a few times, and of course she apologized to me later, but it still sounds weird, right?"
"ah?"
Little Freya couldn't understand what Bologger was talking about, but she could probably understand what Bologger meant. He was very good at dealing with troubles, even those involving problem children.
"Foliya, the main event is coming next, are you ready?"
Bologg looked forward. The steps were about to come to the end. Old Freya was sitting on a chair under the spire. Her eyes were gloomy. Although she did not launch an attack, she was still staring at Bologg, full of contentment.
hatred.
"good."
After a series of conversations with Bologg, the pressure on little Freya's heart became much lighter. Then Bologg held her hand tightly, and the ether rebounded between their palms, like triggered static electricity.
As Little Freya watched, the glow of the alchemical matrix covered the evil spirit's scaly arm. Then the lines of light broke through the limitations of the body, and then crawled onto Little Freya's palms and arms.
.
Little Freya felt that another wave of ether was intruding into her body. She immediately resisted strongly and even almost launched an attack on Boluogo. Fortunately, she restrained herself.
"What are you doing?"
"Don't resist." Boluogo's voice was cold and he could not refuse.
Little Freya struggled for a while, but she still chose to believe in Boluogo, obeyed his power, and allowed the ether to occupy her body bit by bit, and even completely dominated her.
Now little Freya's life and death depend on Borrogo's thoughts. Borrogo can detonate Little Freya's ether from the inside, or activate protection to devour her ether just like he killed the security staff.
"I always tell myself that I must never be arrogant and must always remain humble."
Bologo said, "So I have a principle that when I discover a possibility, there must be other people better than me who discovered this possibility many years ago."
"Just like you."
"I?"
"Are you really just an unstable mutation?" Boluogo doubted, "As a mutation, your mutation direction is too stable."
Little Freya is too harmless. If she is really the product of a mutation, she should have the kind of vicious and twisted will.
"Besides, when Freya was copying her own consciousness, since she even thought about massive copying and proliferation, then when she was aware that she was cognitively distorted, didn't she expect that her own
Will consciousness cause the ruins area to lose control?"
Boluogo didn't feel that he was any better than Freya in this regard. He also believed that as a scholar who could complete consciousness replication alone, Freya must have considered all possibilities.
"I think she must have thought about this kind of thing and made preparations," Boluogo sighed, "but after all, she is only one person. Even if she has calculated all this and prepared for it, it will be inevitable.
Something unexpected happened.”
"For example, the response measures did not start as she expected."
Boluogo said and looked at little Freya again, who seemed to understand Boluogo's words.
"You mean...I'm the response?"
"These Freyas have different functions, and many redundancies will inevitably occur during the long operation, which will affect their operation, and even lead to misunderstandings and operational directions."
Boluogo guessed, "These errors are becoming more and more redundant, and the ruins area is also distorted... The ruins area needs a restart, not just a restart, but also the replacement of all these redundant programs, and a new one."
, replaced by the original program.
Just like Freya did at the beginning, no one is born a warrior or scholar, everyone needs to learn. When her copying consciousness took over the functions of the ruined area, she also evolved through continuous learning."
From a blank sheet of paper to filled with endless handwriting.
Little Freya felt an inexplicable sense of responsibility on her shoulders, and she understood Boluogo's guess and the essence of all this.
"Foliya, you have completely different functions from them," Bologg concluded. "You can open safe passages at will. This can only be done with extremely high authority in the Bureau of Order. In the same way, you can open safe passages at will."
The authority level in the ruins area must be very high.
You are very pure, without any impurities, just like a newborn child. Under the influence of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, you hide in the ruins area. If it were not for me... No, that is not a coincidence, but a carefully designed chance encounter.
You may not realize it yourself, but you are faithfully executing the orders set by the real Freya, and restarting everything when the redundancy reaches the threshold.
But you couldn't do it, so you came to me."
Little Freya was a little confused. She said in disbelief, "No...how is this possible?"
"Nothing is impossible," Boluogo shook his head and spread his palms, "This is the best proof."
The mark of the staff and sword clearly came into view.
Boluogo could not help but whisper, "Friya knows that the Bureau of Order will survive the difficulties, and she also knows that the Bureau of Order will one day regain its lost ground, so she always remembers the imprint of the decision-making room."
Little Freya fell into silence and stopped talking. At the end of the stairs, old Freya's eyes also changed. In her eyes, Boluogo still looked like an evil spirit, but his inner being was faintly changing.
, the supreme authority belonging to the decision-making room actually overlaps little by little with that of Little Freya.
Even among the control schools, Bologo's secret power is a very special one. Most of the control schools inject ether into the control object for control, and Bologo can control it when necessary.
Its own alchemical matrix spreads to matter, turning foreign objects into parts of itself, controlling objects just like controlling its own limbs.
As the alchemical matrix completely covered Little Freya's body, the supreme authority from the decision-making room merged with this new restart program.
Old Freya stood up, and countless Freyas on the stairs also took steps. They walked towards Boluogo, covered in darkness and with cold faces.
"Kenshi will never fall."
Old Freya paused as she spoke, and then said more firmly, "Kenshi will never fall."
Boluogo did not stop walking, and the distance between him and old Freya was getting closer and closer, but old Freya was still talking endlessly. She repeated this sentence over and over again, as if she had fallen into madness.
Until Bologg stood in front of her, until Bologg stretched out his hand and put it on her shoulder.
"I am Burlogo Lazarus, the commissioner from the Decision Room," Burlogo repeated again, "Your work is over, Freya Bradley, thank you for everything you have done for the Bureau of Order.
."
Old Freya looked at Boluogo blankly. Just like what other Freya had encountered before, Old Freya also had a series of logical errors and conflicts.
A monster is actually saying such things to himself. Oh my god, it's so crazy.
"No no no no."
Old Freya shook her head in pain, and the only absolute instructions came to her mind, "You are not the commissioner of the decision-making room, we are the decision-making room."
"No, no, it shouldn't be like this..."
She murmured in pain, as if she was trapped in a nightmare that she couldn't wake up from. Her Freya also came over, and they all assumed fighting postures, as if they would gather together again in the next second.
A huge ball of light poured fire towards Boluogo.
"You believe my ferocious appearance and everything you have experienced before..."
Boluogo let out a long sigh, raised his hand, and pointed his palm at Old Freya's eyes, allowing the emblem of the staff and sword to be fully reflected in its eyes.
"Still believe it."
Boluogo repeated in an incomprehensible manner, "Regulations 1."
Old Freya's screams suddenly stopped, and the Freyas who were pressing forward also stopped.
Boluogo took little Freya's hand and led her over. Little Freya did not flinch and mustered up her courage to prepare to face her destiny.
At this moment, Old Freya's eyes became clearer, as if she had found a trace of past memories among the tons of redundancy.
"Did the Kenshi fall?" she asked.
"No, it's still standing," said Borogo. "It was like that in the past and it will be like that in the future."
Old Freya said again, "I killed them...I killed everyone.
"This is not your fault. Even if it is your fault, you have already redeemed it," Boluogo still raised his hand, "I pardon you in the name of the decision-making room and everyone."
Old Freya suddenly had a smile on her face, and as if she was relieved, she got out of the way.
Little Freya looked at the chairs at the end of the road. They were empty, just waiting for someone to sit on them.
"what happens?"
Little Freya asked fearfully. No matter how much she believed in Boluogo, she was still panicked about the unknown future.
"I don't know," Bologg shook his head, "but no matter what, it won't be worse than the current situation."
Little Freya took a deep breath, and she grasped Bologg's hand tightly. Relying on the coverage of the alchemy matrix, she shared the authority from the decision-making room with Bologg.
She sat on it carefully and closed her eyes.
…
In the outpost, several days have passed since Bologg sneaked into the ruined area. During this period, staff were in place around the clock, relying on the extended ether lines and roughly guessing from the feedback from the ether lines.
Bologo's encounters and progress.
Mamo is still here. He is on standby with the staff like a supervisor, but his spirit is much lower than that of other staff.
For some unknown reason, Mamo never closed his eyes to rest in the past few days. The staff tried to persuade him, but he strongly objected.
Mamo is like an impatient child, waiting for some surprise.
He kept waiting like this until something happened.
Suddenly, the entire outpost shook violently. Mamo immediately cheered up. The power belonging to the Glorious One was about to move. Then the twisted space began to reset. Countless cubes were hidden back in the wall, and the extended dome continued to press down.
Collapse until it becomes an extremely ordinary ceiling again.
None of the staff can understand the current changes. They only know that the ruins area will continue to change towards chaos, and they have never seen the ruins area turn into order.
Before they could figure out the current situation, a crisp bell rang.
Everyone turned their attention to the source of the sound, the elevator door leading to the ruins area.
Everyone was extremely nervous. After another clear and somewhat harsh bell, the elevator door opened.
In the midst of everyone's attention, Boluogo walked out exhausted. Seeing Boluogo like this, Mamo couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, as if some of his expectations had been disappointed, but the next second, another
The figure followed Boluogo out.
Freya timidly poked her head out.
The staff were stunned, and Mamo was also stunned. He couldn't figure out where Boluogo conjured such a little girl. What's more terrible was that Mamo actually felt that this little girl looked familiar to him.
Immediately afterwards, something even more fatal happened.
In the helpless look on Boluogo's face, another Freya came out, and then the next one, the next one, the next one...
In the blink of an eye, there were twenty or thirty Freyas standing at the door of the elevator. Different from the previous Freyas, this time they were all in the same age group and had the same appearance. In Bolog's words, this time
It's the interns Freya.
After a brief period of acquaintance, the Freyas began.
"Hello, I'm Freya."
"Hello, I'm Freya too."
"Hello, we are all Freya."
"Is this the Kenshi? Wow, it's finally out."
"Where is the sublimation furnace core now?"
"Speaking of which, I should be regarded as a member of the sublimation furnace core department."
"Ah... an intern to be precise."
"Hey, what is this?"
"Why do you look like this?"
"You are a bear."
"Look, this is a robot."
"There's another stone man here!"
In an instant, the prepared outpost turned into a vegetable market. Freyas were chattering non-stop. In their eyes, the employees were cognitively distorted and turned into completely different creatures, so they chatted enthusiastically.
Bologg passed between the Freyas, with a look of despair on his face, and came to Mamo. Bologg raised his voice a little louder to cover up the Freyas.
The sound of conversation.
"Sorry, I couldn't find the way to the Holy City," Bologg glanced at Freya and the others, "I was delayed due to some things."
Boluogo changed his voice, took out the group photo, and handed it to Mamo.
"But I found this."
Boluogo approached Mamo and whispered, "Have you figured out how to explain it to the decision-making room?"
Mamo didn't answer Boluogo's words. He put away the group photo, turned his head and looked at the Freyas walking around, and asked suddenly.
"Foliya, in your eyes, what am I?"
A large group of Freya stopped, turned their heads, and looked at Mamo.
"a tree."
"An old tree."
"To be precise, it's rotten wood."
"But he should have been quite lush before."
Hearing the words, Mamo couldn't help but laugh. He rarely laughed so happily. The last time he laughed like this was when Bologo successfully explored the ethereal realm.
"What happened, Bologna?"
Mamo finally had time to talk to Brogo, and he asked curiously.
Boluogo let out a long sigh.
"It's a long story... Let's find a quiet place to talk first."
