armyinform Chapter 276 Next Time is Definitely
Chapter 276 Next Time is Definitely
Chapter 276 Next Time Forever
Led by Pandora, the two stepped off the deck and officially entered the port of paradise.
There were many heavy machines around, and their technological content was no less than that of Xuanxing.
Modim stroked his chin, looking around. He could faintly smell something like gasoline, but he didn't find it offensive.
Skran, on the other hand, was quite different. As a light person who revered the art of light, he was disgusted by the pungent smell of this chemical product and simply blocked his sense of smell.
"Pandora," Mordy called to the mech servant leading the way, "is the database of Paradise open?"
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“Of course,” Pandora turned around and smiled, “Apart from some core data that requires the highest level of access, most of the data is public, and any esteemed human can browse it at will.”
She sighed and said regretfully, "Unfortunately, most people don't care about this data now, and very few people will work in R&D positions."
"Without the pressures of life and a thriving entertainment industry, it's not surprising that this happens," Skran said.
He paused, then remembered a world he had once visited and shook his head.
"They must all be living a life of entertainment to the death, right?"
"Your guess is quite accurate," Pandora said with a wry smile. "Most people in Paradise are indeed like that... it's just that the specifics might be a little different from what you think."
Modi glanced at her and felt that she was becoming more and more like a human, and her expressions were becoming increasingly rich.
"No," Mordy thought of another possibility: her demeanor would become more human because she was catering to our preferences.
Pandora is a high-performance artificial intelligence. Along the way, it must have already built a corresponding personality model based on its conversations with the two, so as to better cater to them.
Will artificial intelligence, having developed to this level, still be subject to program constraints and unconditionally serve humanity?
As he watched the blond servant's retreating figure, Modi's eyes flickered, drawing Skran's half-closed gaze.
Whenever a strange light flashed in his eyes, it was never a good sign; the experienced Dark Light Speaker was very familiar with this.
The last time was when he threatened to pay off the entire council.
Pandora led the two into the elevator, and with a slight feeling of weightlessness, the elevator descended.
Inside the enclosed elevator, the servant suddenly looked at the two of them and gave them an awkward but polite smile.
"Gentlemen, some unexpected situations may arise later, but please don't worry, everything is under control, and besides..."
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Suddenly, the surroundings brightened, and the concrete wall outside the elevator was left above, gradually moving away from the elevator.
Artificially generated sunlight penetrated the transparent material and seeped into the elevator, causing both of them to slightly widen their eyes.
It wasn't that I was praising the scenery of the underground city, but rather because... there seemed to be a battle taking place below the elevator.
Amidst the flames, smoke, and the chariots brazenly traversing the streets, Modi even spotted a tiny black dot flying towards them from the distant sky.
That was a missile.
...Moreover, this is also an integral part of the lives of many citizens in this paradise.
Pandora's voice arrived late, and her smile seemed rather awkward.
"You call this paradise? You call this protecting humanity?" Skran's expression twisted. "You must have a bug in your program."
In just a short while, he witnessed a building being blown up by a bomb, and several unlucky men being smashed to pieces by rocks.
On the edge of the battlefield, several bystanders were caught in the crossfire, their bodies pierced by shrapnel, their fate unknown.
Many more fell in the center of the battlefield, where automated turrets, like the scythe of death, reaped lives with a torrent of bullets.
Skran had begun to suspect that this non-human, intelligent being who called himself Pandora might have deliberately tricked them into coming down here to ambush them.
"What is your purpose in bringing us here?" Skran's eyes gleamed, concealing numerous information Trojans, ready to be released at any moment.
Modi patted him on the shoulder, signaling him not to be so nervous.
"This group of people started fighting amongst themselves."
He looked down, and although the elevator was still some distance from the ground, he could see everything on the ground clearly.
"Didn't you notice that neither of the two groups fighting each other showed the slightest fear or hesitation?"
Skran stared wide-eyed, using his light magic to observe the expressions and even the thoughts of everyone on the ground.
Soon, he also noticed something was wrong.
"These people... treat war like a game?"
In a daze, he seemed to understand what Pandora had said not long ago.
"Is this what you mean by 'amusing ourselves to death'?"
"Yes, although it may seem unbelievable to you two, it is indeed the case."
Pandora's embarrassment vanished, and she once again put on that near-perfect smile.
Skran pondered another question, "But why is that? They're not afraid to die..."
Before he could finish speaking, he realized his mistake and tentatively asked, "They... won't die, right?"
"No one will die." Pandora nodded, then snapped her fingers, causing the missile aimed at the elevator to self-destruct.
Seeing the flames that were almost within reach, blocked by the energy shield, Skran hesitated for a moment, his lips moving, but Mordy beat him to it.
"You've severed the path to death," Mordy said. "The dead of the past can't return to the world, and the dead of the present can't truly die. It's all your doing, isn't it?"
popping.
Pandora clapped her hands. "You're right, but I didn't expect you to know about the Beach."
The place was called the Underworld Beach, and Modi noted it down.
"What is your purpose in doing this?" he asked directly.
After spending these few days together, he roughly understood Pandora's logic.
She rarely refuses human requests, and even when asked for classified information, she will tell them the truth.
Unless it endangers Paradise, she will try her best to satisfy human desires, and it is estimated that the ongoing "real-life battlefield" on the ground is no exception.
"To prevent annihilation, and... to protect the last of humanity."
Pandora looked serious, showing no regret for what she had done.
"My heart and actions are as clear as a mirror, and all my deeds are righteous"—that's probably her only thought right now.
"However, cutting off the path to death is not always a good thing, especially for a world."
Skran kept the mission in mind and also offered his insights as an elder.
In the worlds he traveled through, there were many people who resisted death for their own selfish desires, but such people generally did not end well, and their behavior usually brought disaster.
And this was the first time he had ever encountered someone like Pandora who severed ties with death, giving him an immediate bad feeling.
Moreover, according to the information I've gathered, this is a dying world, and I don't know what impact her actions have had on it," Skran thought to himself.
"But we had no choice; if we hadn't done it, our world would have been destroyed long ago."
Pandora said helplessly.
"We must secure the present before we can consider the future."
"There's something I'm curious about," Mordy suddenly spoke up, "What exactly is the Annihilation Catastrophe?"
He knew about the annihilation of matter and antimatter, but was this really the disaster that was happening in this world?
Pandora answered all questions, but unfortunately, the timing was off; the elevator had already descended to the ground.
The door was wide open, and the smoke of battle outside quietly seeped in, making Pandora even more helpless.
"Couldn't you have stopped them?" Skran frowned.
"This goes against my original intention, because the competition they organized was registered. I can't go against other people's wishes for the sake of the two of you... However, I can escort the two of you to a safe area."
Pandora erected a green force field shield, stepped out of the elevator first, and single-handedly withstood the high-energy laser beam that was aimed at her.
The citizens of Paradise who participated in the competition were already in a frenzy. They didn't care who came; anyone who wasn't on their side was an enemy.
Even a tiny bit of its head showing means certain death.
"Tsk, isn't this... you know, the cutting laser, from the Spider-Man robot?"
Modi pointed a finger, and a similar beam of light shot out from his fingertip, accurately hitting a contestant's head.
As the headless corpse fell, his teammates on the same side became even more excited.
"Damn, he took down our sniper in one hit. That newbie coming down from the elevator is definitely no pushover. To be able to fight someone like that, dying would be worth it!"
"Brothers, follow me! Whoever can take down that bastard will be promoted to squad leader."
"Wait, is that Pandora standing in front of them?"
After Pandora's existence was discovered, the contestants became even more excited, like sharks smelling blood, rushing towards the elevator.
"Pandora's Fragments are extremely rare collectibles; I can't believe they've been reissued this time!"
"The person who collects the most Pandora shards will become our guild's next vice president!"
"Vice President? That's too narrow-minded. Whoever hands over her core responsibilities to me is my ancestor!"
The atmosphere was electric, and the opposing sides temporarily put aside their differences and united to fight against external forces... although this "external force" referred to the highest administrator of Paradise.
"I didn't realize you were so popular," Mordy said teasingly. "Would you agree to a request for a part of your body?"
"No, that's generally not the case, as it doesn't comply with the park's management regulations."
Pandora stepped forward with her force field shield, explaining as she repelled the surging enemies.
"As for those who directly attack my platform, I usually use physical refresh methods to dispel their ideas."
Physical refresh refers to striking an enemy's head to incapacitate them and break their will to fight.
This trick never failed; everyone who rushed in front of Pandora received this treatment.
The successive blows to the head of their companions reignited the fear among the contestants.
They all remembered the origin of the only Pandora fragment, which was the only result they had obtained by pooling the resources of half of Paradise from Pandora's barely torn outer armor.
Rumor has it that Pandora took pity on them and let them scrape a fragment off her body.
At that moment, that fear surged up again, causing the person in the front row, who had been rushing forward, to stop in their tracks. The person behind them, unaware of what was happening, crashed straight into them.
"Brothers, stop rushing!"
"We can't beat her. Don't forget the lesson we learned last time."
"Damn it, couldn't we have tried one more time? We're not going to die anyway..."
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"If you want to try, then go ahead and try. Don't get in my way of winning in the end."
The contestants gradually retreated, and some even turned against their own side before those around them could react, creating a chaotic scene.
The ground was covered with a thick layer of minced meat, which made Skran somewhat uneasy.
"Gentlemen, please follow me. I'll take you away from the war zone." Pandora smiled and led the way, occasionally eliminating one or two stubborn individuals.
Modi followed closely behind, keeping an eye on the corpses on both sides and making some inconspicuous examinations of them.
He was curious about how these corpses would be resurrected.
"Soulless, hmm, that's a bit strange."
Even freshly dead corpses do not contain souls, so Modi turned his gaze to those who were still alive, confirming again and again that they possessed souls.
"Wait, these souls... I see."
He created a batch of information Trojans, implanted them into the bodies of some unfortunate individuals, and then subtly crushed their skulls to observe the movements of their souls.
The Trojans send back feedback, and the souls infected by them are transformed into data, which is then uploaded to a certain terminal along the ubiquitous and peculiar network.
Just as Modi was about to explore further, his information Trojan horse completely collapsed, obviously blocked by the firewall.
"Lord Styx, if you wish to participate in this competition, I can register you. However, attacking the Chiral network terminal is strictly prohibited."
At some point, Pandora stopped, turned to look at them, and held up two index fingers in a cross shape.
Did you notice?
Modi didn't seem to care and gave a perfunctory reply: "I'll definitely do it next time."
But deep down, he was thinking about how to develop a more covert Trojan horse.
That Cairo network terminal should be one of the core components of Paradise, as it is related to the resurrection of Paradise's citizens.
Another interesting point is that Pandora seems to have mastered the technology of soul datafication and can also convert datafied souls back into their original form.
As Mordi pondered, he left the war zone with Pandora, the smell of gunpowder and the roar of artillery gradually fading into the distance.
He stopped walking, then remembered something and called out to Pandora in front of him to halt.
"Pandora, how will the dead be resurrected?"
"Since you want to know," Pandora snapped her fingers, "I certainly won't refuse. Besides, their match is nearing its end."
The crisp snap of fingers lasted only a moment, and then, the simulated sky began to rain.
Modi looked up at the war zone, only to see it shrouded in a gray, misty rain that conveniently kept it out of his sight.
Skran stepped forward curiously, conjuring a large white hand to catch a small amount of rainwater.
"This is... a liquid metal robot?"
He was taken aback. The rainwater on the large, white hand gathered into a ball, turning into a gray slime-like thing. It moved around wildly, trying to escape the large hand.
"To be precise, they should be nanorobots." Modi was also studying the gray rain curtain, and his observations were even more detailed.
Under the rain, the ruins of the war zone seemed to have reversed time; collapsed buildings returned to their original state, and the corpses scattered on the ground seemed to stand up unsteadily.
The gray fluid seeped into the war zone, repairing everything that was damaged. Inside the Chiral network terminal, strings of data returned to their respective bodies, transforming back into their original essence.
"This is the truth about the resurrection."
Pandora's smile remained unchanged, but her tone suddenly shifted.
"Furthermore, Lord Styx, I must remind you that the human you previously asked me to keep an eye on seems to have sensed my presence and has incited the refugee settlement to destroy my probes."