Chapter 873 Restart

"Where are we?"

After a brief panic, Little Freya calmed down and asked vigilantly.

"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 area. It was also here that they were attacked by Freyas.

"I don't know either," Bolog shook his head and guessed, "We may be in her cluster consciousness."

"Cluster consciousness?"

Little Freya was stunned for a moment, and then she recalled the scene just now. Bolog rushed in front of the hazy light and threw himself into the light ball.

It was a light ball composed of countless Freyas' consciousness.

"A spiritual world composed of consciousness," Bolog continued, "and the core of Freyas."

As soon as Bolog's voice fell, a series of vibrations came from the dim space, like some old equipment restarting, it made a buzzing noise, and then the current surged, and one after another cold white light fell from the top of the head, illuminating this place.

This time, Blogo not only saw Freya clearly under the spire, but also saw countless Freyas standing on the steps outside the spire.

They lowered their heads and remained silent, like towering sculptures. Blogo was amazed by this bizarre scene, and then he raised his hand to signal little Freya to follow him closely.

In the past, little Freya would probably be trembling with fear, standing there and not daring to move, and crying endlessly, but during the time she was with Blogo, little Freya's mind was growing rapidly... To be precise, she was learning.

Blogo could clearly find that after only a few hours, little Freya's mental stability was much stronger than when he first met her, and even her courage became very firm, as if these few hours were as long as a few months for little Freya, and easily changed her nature.

Blogo led little Freya up the stairs, but as soon as she stepped on the first step, all the Freyas raised their heads, and countless cold eyes stared at Blogo.

Even Bologo, under this strange and cold gaze, couldn't help but stagnate, but then he became more determined and stepped onto the second step.

Although little Freya has grown, it is still a bit difficult for her to bear all this in one breath. Fortunately, she has found a solution.

She grabbed Bologo's arm, lowered her head, and didn't look at anyone or look at anyone.

"I need you to trust me absolutely, Freya," Bologo said, "This is about your internship results."

"What internship results are we still talking about 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 Freyas in this strange space. When she learned that she was not unique, she would inevitably have many complicated emotions, not to mention that the firm cognition in the past fell apart.

It's really terrible. In the eyes of little Freya, these few hours of experience are longer than the sum of her past years.

"No, it depends on you. If you think you are an intern, then that's it," Bologo emphasized, "For example, in your eyes, am I still an evil spirit?"

Little Freya raised her head carefully, and saw the back of a tall and ferocious evil spirit in her eyes. She immediately lowered her head again, "Well, it's still that evil spirit."

Bologo asked again, "Do you think I am really an evil spirit?"

This time, Little Freya was silent. If she really thought that Bologo was a terrifying evil spirit, she should have shaken off Bologo's hand and screamed and ran away, but Little Freya didn't do that. Facing Bologo's grotesque posture, she just felt a little resistance at most, and it didn't rise to the point of fear at all.

"Right, these are just illusions. You have already suffered cognitive distortion. Why not be more idealistic?"

Berogo continued, "If you like yourself as an intern more, then treat yourself as an intern. We will work together to solve this crisis. I will apply and give you a full score for your internship. You will have a new position and a new life."

Little Freya's eyes were slightly lost. She was attracted by the promises of Berogo, which she had never encountered before.

Suddenly, Little Freya stopped and said nervously, "Something is wrong."

"What's wrong?" Berogo asked.

"You...how are you so good at..." Little Freya's vocabulary is limited, and she didn't know how to describe it for a while.

"Good at enlightenment?"

From Little Freya's perspective, the evil spirit turned his head and showed a very creepy, but somewhat kind smile.

"I met a kid who was a thousand times worse than you before. Wow, she really has more trouble than you," Blogo sighed, "You just hide in the corner and cry all the time, but she really has the ability to put her crazy ideas into practice."

"Huh?"

"She even stabbed me a few times. Of course, she apologized to me later, but it still sounds weird, right?"

"Huh?"

Little Freya didn't understand what Blogo was saying, but she probably understood what Blogo meant. He was very good at dealing with troubles, even those of problem children.

"Freya, the next part is the highlight, 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, and then Bologg held her hand tightly, and the ether bounced 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 moment, 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 dominate her.

Now little Freya's life and death depend on Boluogo's thoughts. Boluogo can detonate little Freya's ether from the inside, or activate protection to devour her ether like he killed the security staff.

"I always tell myself that I must never be arrogant and always remain humble."

"So I have a principle that when I discover a possibility, there must be someone else who is better than me who discovered this possibility many years ago," Bologo said.

"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 so harmless to humans and animals. 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 the consciousness cause the ruin area to lose control?"

Boluogo didn't think 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 didn't start the way she expected."

Boluogo said and looked at Little Freya again. Little Freya 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 blank paper to endless writing.

Little Freya felt an inexplicable sense of responsibility weighing on her shoulders. She understood Boluogo's guess and the essence of all this.

"Flia, 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 weren't for me... No, it was not a coincidence, but a carefully designed encounter.

You may not realize it yourself, but you are faithfully carrying out the orders set by the real Freya, and restarting everything when the redundancy reaches the threshold.

But you couldn't, 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 came into his eyes clearly.

Boluogo could not help but whisper, "Flia 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 overlapped little by little with 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 use it when necessary. Your own alchemical matrix spreads to matter, turning foreign objects into a part of yourself, controlling objects just like your 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 reached out and put his hand on her shoulder.

"I am Burlogo Lazarus, 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 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. The huge light group gave Boluogo fire.

"Do 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, "Rule 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, mustering up her courage and preparing to face her destiny.

At this moment, Old Freya's eyes became a little clearer, as if she had found a trace of past memories among the tons of redundancy.

"Has Kenshi fallen?" she asked.

"No, it's still standing," said Borogo. "That's how it was in the past, and it's how it will be 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 can'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 carefully sat on it 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. Borogo's encounters and progress.

Mamo is still here. He is on standby with the staff like an overseer, 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 and went back.

Mamo was like an impatient child, waiting for some surprise.

He waited 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.

The staff couldn't understand the current changes. They only knew that the ruins area would continue to change towards chaos, and they had 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 the crowd'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 worse, 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 entrance of the elevator. Different from the previous Freyas, this time the Freyas were all of the same age and appearance. In Bolog's words, these are the interns Freya.

After a brief period of unfamiliarity, 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. 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 Fuliyas walking around, and asked suddenly.

"Foliya, in your eyes, what am I?"

A large group of Freya stopped, all turned their heads, and looked at Mamo.

"a tree."

"An old tree."

"Kuchiki, to be precise."

"But he must 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, Bologger?"

Mamo finally had time to talk to Bologo, and he asked curiously.

Bologger let out a long sigh.

"It's a long story... Let's find a quiet place to talk first."