Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

Aware of this, the ark was instantly frightened by the idea.

See yourself?

How is that possible?!

The whole old universe has vanished into a void out of time, and it is not certain whether or not humankind has ever existed in that strange world, and he is nothing more than a piece of dust in this memory.

How could he possibly feel that it belonged to the new universe itself?

Wait...

At this point, the Ark suddenly remembered that the old man in front of it was most likely the prophet of the Park civilization -- no, he must have been the prophet!

At this moment, all the clues are in series.

Though it was only a small possibility, there was only one possibility that could be explained, and that was the eye he perceived outside the timeline of the old universe, whether it was the "Spirit of the Universe” or the so-called "Spiritual Ritual”, and he predicted that the memory would be read at some point in the future by someone unrelated to it.

This sense of being targeted did not dissipate until Nova waved goodbye and stood on the beam of light towards the sky.

Looking at the chosen man in front of him, the ageing prophet remained silent for a long time, until the ark felt his feet begin to disengage from the ground and said with a depressed voice.

“Maybe I was wrong. ”

“You are the one chosen by God. ”

Hearing the old man's words, Nanoua frowned slightly and asked.

“… what are you talking about? ”

Just as he was instantly old for many years, the prophet's face flashed with sorrow.

But he didn't say anything, he just looked at the face that gradually got off the ground, waving his lean paws.

“Nothing.”

“Forget what I said. ”

“Since it was the Spirit of the Universe's decision, I believe that all this is the best arrangement. ”

Looking at the old man, who had gone far with the blue grasslands, he took his breath into the canoe with a view of Nouad and couldn't help but hold his breath.

If his reasoning doesn't go wrong...

The prophet's last monologue should not have been addressed to Noah.

It's about listening to yourself standing here as a bystander...

……

His eyes opened violently, as if waking up from a nightmare, and the ark bounced off the bed.

The entire memory fragment dissipated in a torn series of light shadows, like a broken soap bubble, as he stepped onto a spacecraft headed to the center of the galaxy through a beam of antigravity.

A drop of sweat crossed his forehead and the canoe that took off his helmet gasped softly, lifting his arms and rubbing off the sweat that slipped to his cheek.

Always watching with concern, Em controlled the robot arm to deliver a glass of water to the side of the ark and controlled the drone to fly in front of him in a whimper, sending him a cool breeze with a four-wing airflow.

Master, are you all right? QAQ]

“Nothing...” I took a sip of the cup and the ark looked at the LED screen with a worrying face, revealing a reassuring smile, "This time it was mild compared to the previous two groups of memories. ”

Apart from these two pieces of information about the history of Parker's civilization and the first half of the life of Nouad the Chosen One, because they were instilled directly in his brain, they placed a certain burden on his brain, and the rest of his memory passed the story to him in a rather mild atmosphere.

At the very least, this storytelling memory can be a simple pattern compared to a void memory that contains an enigmatic element of fog water, and a void memory that contains an action shooting element that numbs the scalp.

For the first time, for an ark, the memory of the void was completely synchronized without the need to use the Virtual Reality System's file reader system.

At the same time, however, it was the first time for him that something so strange had happened in his memory of the old universe...

AG: [Master, do you want to log in a copy to the Coffee Empire game? ( ▽ )

After careful reflection on the issue for a while, the ark shook its head gently.

“… not this time, there are no high difficulty levels that need the help of players, just archive the data directly into the library. ”

Xiao Ai: [Copy. (๑ • ㅂ • •)✧]

For Em, who controls the quantum computer, archiving this huge amount of data is just a flash of effort.

After losing it in the underground lab for a while, the ark took the elevator back to the ground and went down to the cafeteria of the Institute of Higher Studies to settle dinner.

All along the way, the people who saw him greeted him with great respect.

However, because of the thoughts of the mind, the ark appeared a little distracted when responding, so that when sitting in the cafeteria, he found himself practicing the wrong number.

After hastily resolving the dinner, the ark returned home with a full stomach of questions and locked itself in the study.

Removed the notebook stuck in the corner of the bookshelf, and the ark spread it out on the desk, writing down what he saw in the void memory c-section in the blank of the latest page.

“Park Civilization, label: mindfulness, authoritarianism...”

“… the warrior who won hundreds of duels became the chosen one to go to the centre of the galaxy at the behest of the Prophet in search of a way to save civilization. ”

“Natural disasters… are natural disasters again, what is the so-called natural disaster? Is the crisis between Park and Coke civilizations the same thing? And that spiritual ceremony that predicts the future, how on earth did it happen? ”

Some grabbed her hair with agony, and the ark locked her eyebrows tight and caught her in contemplation.

These Parkers are clearly far less civilized and powerful than the Coke civilization… At least from that old man, the Ark did not hear that they had completed such magnificent wonders as the Ring World, not to mention that strange droplet of jumping forward, or similar descriptions.

The so-called natural calamity, however, is perceived through a sort of "spiritual ritual" similar to divination.

Because of the premonition of that unknown threat, they decided to send a spaceship, chosen by the Spirit of the Universe, to the center of the galaxy to find a solution to the crisis.

The whole plan was filled with the colour of eccentrism.

Neither did the Prophet tell the chosen man what he was going to do in the center of the galaxy, let alone what he called a “natural disaster”, but he was convinced that doing so would surely reverse a crisis that was destined to occur.

This blind belief makes this place's so-called journey to redeem civilization look like a pilgrimage.

“What is hidden in the center of the galaxy? ”

“And that spirit of the universe and the ritual of predicting the future… is it really possible to achieve this unreliable thing? ”

Especially disturbing to the Ark is the fact that the old prophet, the last look at the end of his memory, and that sentence is not like a monologue to Nowa.

You are the chosen one?

And who are you referring to...

Looking at the notebook, which had been filled by accident, and the question mark, which was almost filled with space, the ark hesitated for a long time and eventually retained the suspense of writing on paper.

“It seems that even the physics of LV10 does not answer this question well...”

“I wish I could talk to that man. ”

The man who calls himself an observer.

If it was him, he'd know something.

Though this intuition doesn't make any sense, and the guy's not getting along so well, that deep and wise look is reassuring.

lightly sighed, the ark closed the note full of this page and stood up from the desk.

“Let's be here for a while… I'm afraid going down is not physics, but mystery and philosophy. ”

Perhaps I should look into Professor Milo's notes again?

Though the Ark does not think he knows the Spirit of the Universe better than he does, the creator of the Spiritual Theory of the Universe, perhaps he discovered something worth noting but ignored by himself.

At this point, the Ark suddenly remembered that it seemed like it had promised Brother Luo that he would go to the IMCRC today to prepare for the Centennial Physics Congress.

As a result, I soaked up at the Institute of Advanced Studies all day today.

I looked out the window and the sky was completely dark.

At this time, we have to find a place to stay in Shanghai.

Forget it, it's so late.

Let's wait till tomorrow...

To think of it, the ark reached out and turned off the desk lamp, stood up from the chair with a harrow and went downstairs to rest.