Trafford’s Trading Club

He had a near-modern knowledge, and when he first saw what was in front of him, he recognized the origin of those things —— the server cluster.

The indicator light flashing on the server is like a star in the night sky, and even if it has not been investigated, Mr. Otto has already felt how massive the amount of data stored in it is.

“The City of the Sun buried so many monitors…” Mr. Otto walked inside, "Shegatu, did you store the figures of everyone in the City of the Sun here? ”

There is not even any danger here… deep inside the server crew like the jungle, Mr. Otto was struck by something that was placed here.

A huge screen with a console.

What is watching on the screen… is happening somewhere! Mr. Otto saw Her Royal Highness Another Princess of Arman Lana in the area and in the square below the statue of the gods, along with a young girl.

- "My father... does he know? ”

"… If Pharaoh knew about this, then all his actions, ideas, would shift, and naturally he would not be able to achieve the results that Shegatu wanted. ”

- "... can only see here, then my daughter will start to grow, if you want to see, be responsible! ”

He clearly heard the dialogue between the girl and Her Royal Highness… but it was precisely because he could hear it that he frowned - because the incoherence of these dialogues, and the actions of the mysterious girl at this time, illustrate one thing: there should still be a third person in the secret room on this screen.

But it didn't show up!

Why didn't you show up?

There are probably only two possibilities… Firstly, this person does not exist, it may just be an illusion, a task conceived simultaneously by the mysterious young lady and Her Highness the Princess.

Secondly, there is this person, but his presence is not captured by surveillance cameras —— maybe capabilities such as invisibility or light refraction.

This made Mr. Otto wonder why, in the deepest depths of the idol, such an arrangement appeared… When he walked to the console and was ready to study what the essence of this large group of servers was, a line of text suddenly appeared on the screen.

One word after another… makes up the whole story.

Welcome, Mr. Otto.

Mr. Otto looked left and right and finally saw a camera at the top of the screen and frowned: “Who are you? ”

[I don't have a name yet] The text on the screen flashed out again, [My father said my name should only be there once the experiment was successful.

Mr. Otto's eyebrows crept deeper: “Father… Shegatu? ”

Yes.

Mr. Otto shrugged, “Are you human, or... is this a bunch of server programs? ”

[I was born from this pile of data. Mr. Otto, I'm recording the final phase of the experiment, and I hope you won't interfere with me.

Mr. Otto shook his head and sneered: “I don't care what you are, I want to leave this shithole, whoever stops me, I will kill whomever... destroy whomever! ”

[You won't. The text still appeared impatiently, [I recorded everything you've lived in the City of the Sun for seven months and thirteen days, including your behavior, your language. Analytically, you will never choose to end up with your enemies because you still have a reason not to let yourself die. You're not sure you're gonna ruin me, you're not gonna be stuck in this place forever, so you're not.

Mr. Otto laughed again, and the black knife in his hand directly raised it, “Don't you dare not say it's up to you... it's up to me. ”

[When the experiment is over, I will open the exit path and you can leave.

Mr. Otto shrugged and frowned: "Why should I believe you? ”

[You only have to trust my choices at the moment, and I will not hurt people, and I am not created for the purpose of hurting people.

Mr. Otto walked back and forth, and he said, "What the hell are you? What exactly did Shegatu create you for? When you say experiment... do you mean what happened on the screen? [Container]... is that what you are? ”

[No comment.

Mr. Otto lifted the black knife without saying a word and cut it off towards the console without thinking about it.

With a sharp black knife, the panel of the console was easily cut open and the wires cut off... which left a sudden blur on the giant screen in front.

“You're right, I won't destroy you completely. But... I'll tear you apart! Although I'm not very good at it, I have plenty of time to study it slowly! ”

[Looks like there's still less on your record.

Mr. Otto laughed once again, lifting the black knife and chopping it... this knife went deeper than the first.

The buoys on the screen begin to move, and new text appears at this time. [I am the monitor, and when the ability of the scale is fully released, I will assign, manage, and observe and exclude all unstable segmentation surfaces. My father created me because I could be free from the emotions of mankind, to deal with everything in a fair way, to represent the truth, just like the goddess of justice and truth.

Mr. Otto opened his mouth and heard about Shegatu's plan to create a world free of grief. Even Shegatu had extended an invitation to him, which was simply rejected.

“Shegatu... wants to make you the god of the new world?” Mr. Otto finally came to this conclusion!

He finally understood Shegatu's intentions… In Shegatu's conception, all humans, and even himself, could not escape the essence of evil. So even if he could unleash the power of the scale completely, he didn't want to be a god himself, he gave the god's place a pile of cold and cold data.

[I am the monitor]

“It's a crazy idea, but..." Mr. Otto laughed bitterly, "but I have to admit, imagine, if you don't mind a new world like this looking a little bored, it would really be a fairly notarized, if not even sad, world. ”

[Glad you could agree with that.

Mr. Otto suddenly laughed coldly: "Because you have deprived me of my grief. It's not just sadness, it's all greed and desire that you've deprived me of! What about humans? Real humans are asleep, only a split side representing goodness moves freely over the earth, they cry about what makes them happy... everything goes according to the script, without any mistakes, perfect... so perfect! ”

[What's wrong with that? There's no poverty, there's no death, there's no world where death comes from war and strife. I also try to control the size of the population without even depleting resources, contaminating the environment, the ecosystem is closed and cyclical, and it will continue]

“Nothing's wrong.” Mr. Otto shook his head and then said softly: "It's only a little bad. ”

Speak

Mr. Otto raised the Black Knife again: "No one can arrange my destiny, not even the gods! ”

This time, Mr. Otto actually chopped it toward the center of the screen… but just as he was about to chop the screen open, the black knife suddenly stopped - because, at this point, a human face appeared on the screen… a female human face.

Mr. Otto stopped subconsciously, but his eyes filled with anger, "How do you know? ”

[For seven months and thirteen days, you've been hiding in the City of the Sun. Sometimes you'll carve this woman's face out of wood, and you'll say strange things in your dreams, of course only twice. But by analyzing, I can tell you that you have a love affection for this woman.

“I've tried to get those drones... unexpected or what?” Mr. Otto shook his head. How many [eyes] did that guy in Sun City bury?

[In a new world, you can live with this woman] The words appear again slowly: [You can have a whole family, a whole life, a child. Don't doubt that in the new world, I will prepare the context of each individual's life and put it into action]

Mr. Otto grinned: “It's a good idea… but unfortunately, this woman is already dead. If the scale is stronger, can it resurrect the dead and divide them again? ”

[I've studied your behavior repeatedly, and you've always wanted to revive your loved ones, haven't you?

Mr. Otto was unacceptable.

[So you're sure to keep your loved one's body well. There is no technique for reviving dead people, but there is a technique for extracting genetic material and culturing human clones. I can fine-tune the look of my new life completely to the look of your lover. Even, as long as you give me enough information about your loved one, I can synthesize your loved one's original personality and memory based on the data available. So she will be no different from your lover's true resurrection. In fact, this is a sort of resurrection.

“Can you... really?” Mr. Otto's breathing became a little faster for a moment.

[Theoretically. If the initial fails, I will keep trying until I succeed. Because if I say yes, I will always try to do it, and I am just and faithful.

Mr. Otto remained silent… Finally, he slowly drowned the black knife in his hand and said softly: "What is the so-called final experiment? ”

[Let Arman Lana make a choice]

“Why must it be her?” Mr. Otto does not understand.

[No comment]

Mr. Otto glanced deeply at the lens on the front screen, revealing a slight smile at the corner of his mouth… he slowly lifted the black knife in his hand again.

[Mr. Otto, you are the smartest and most knowledgeable of all, and you should not make such an unwise move]

“Why? It's just a bunch of data. Do you even know you're scared?” Mr. Otto had to smile, "it was just a bunch of data, and Shegatu built you, and you really think of yourself as the god of the new world? Ridiculous! Let's not talk about whether or not a new world like this will eventually emerge. Just you. If the power goes off, you're nothing! ”

[There seems to be no way for us to reach consensus, Mr. Otto, that you have performed much more harshly than ever before.

“Of course, I never liked who would control my destiny. My destiny, only I can write it myself!” Mr. Otto's eyes are full of fanaticism, "Besides, has anyone told you that I have been a tyrant for some time now?”.

[If so, I can only enforce protective measures]

“Whatever.” Mr. Otto said softly, "But I'm going to keep this experiment going. ”

The text flashed a little, just a simple question mark appeared this time.

Mr. Otto grinned: "I don't trust you, I don't trust anyone, I just trust myself… your proposal is good and I'm moved. So the next thing you know, you can only serve me, under my absolute control, to create the world I want. ”

You're acting wrong, Mr. Otto. I exist to make the world just. I'm not going to be anybody's tool.

“I didn't ask for what you were going to do, I just told you I was going to do it... you can take it from me whether you want it or not”

The cursor on the screen is still flashing, but the text hasn't appeared yet, and the black knife has been cut open directly from the screen!

I just heard Mr. Otto whisper, “Seven months and how many days? I've lived for more than a thousand years, and I can't even count myself... I can't even see myself, with a bunch of electronic eyes? Ridiculous!”

Mr. Otto reached in directly from the crack of the screen and grabbed out a bunch of lines, coldly humming: “This princess dares to kill herself, even if it has to be used to inherit the power of the scale, I would rather be the one in the square! ”

……

……

In the square, Yamanlana stayed quietly next to Pharaoh, the eagle body, and held Pharaoh's palm firmly - the little maid Arlene, not knowing how to sit beside herself well, seemed to want to say some comforting words, but did not know where to begin... It was really hard for her to accept that Pharaoh, who had always been in awe, had become like this.

“Your Highness, don't be sad.” The little maid mustered the courage to say: “Whatever happens, I will help you… I, I can make a wish with Lord Lantern! I can do it! ”

Arman Lana looked up and said softly: "You've been following me since I was a child, just like a relative... dear, you know, that feeling. ”

The little waitress nodded hard.

Arman Lana laughed bitterly, "But I never understood... I get it, I'm late. Arlene, please don't waste it on me, I... owe you so much for this city of the sun. Wish, leave it to yourself. ”

“Your Highness…” What else does the little maid want to say?

But at this point, the sound of footsteps came from afar... and she looked back and saw only the [Night's Watch] gentleman, and at this point she came with a knife with no expression.

He also grabbed Shegatu, the high priest of the Jackal... and dragged him on the ground.

Behind was Ibn, who followed him in a courageous fashion, and the white-eyed red light god along the way - finally, Mr. Otto dragged Shegatu into front of Arman Lana and threw Shegatu out.

“I need you to fight.” Mr. Otto said softly at this point: “Make another choice that you are making… because you are also qualified! ”

Arman Lana couldn't help but open her mouth and make a slight appearance.