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"Finally, and most importantly, some people don't want to believe it."
"War can bring enormous benefits. If we believe that, then how can we wage war against Nicardi's country? Without war, where would Dao Le come from?"
"Uh……"
March 7th was speechless, choked by this stark reality.
"The war between gods, and the war between humans themselves, went on and off for a very long time, causing countless people to be displaced, until ten years ago, when something happened."
As they spoke, the two had descended from the precipitous mountain peak to the mountainside.
The view suddenly opened up, revealing the magnificent city below, bathed in the morning light.
Janusapolis.
It is clearly displayed before your eyes.
Its architectural style blends classical grandeur with exotic refinement, with towering stone pillars, shimmering domes, and streets that stretch out in a regular, chessboard-like pattern.
It's hard to imagine that this is a medieval civilization.
After all, it's a civilization powered by extraordinary abilities, so it's normal for it to differ from medieval Earth.
"Oh, I can understand the rest. Tirisdias's mother, the High Priestess and Prophet of the Temple, Mo... Mobs?"
On the seventh day of the third month, he proudly put his hands on his hips.
"It's Mortes."
Qiong corrected him, holding the purple cube in his hand.
Unfortunately, Mortes died ten years ago.
He fell off a cliff at the altar of worship.
Even Qiong Yongxing's Naiko knew that this matter was not as simple as it seemed on the surface.
What high priest and the most outstanding saintess could fall off the altar of worship for no reason?
It's highly likely that the Senate pulled the strings behind the scenes.
However, before her death, Morthes left behind a prophecy that could change the world.
That was the throne of the whole world, the Titan who bore the weight of the world, the last time Cephalus issued a divine oracle.
"The Black Tide will destroy the world. If you want to save the world, find a hero with golden blood, kill the Titan, destroy his gold coins, oh, the spark, take on his divine authority, and create the world again."
Qiong directly translated those obscure and difficult divine pronouncements into language that Xiao Sanyue could understand.
"Sending someone to kill a god? Is such a thing really possible?"
"Who knows? Maybe it is."
Qiong remained noncommittal.
Eulonis believed that the oracle Morthes received was false.
Unless his brain was filled with black tide, how could Cephalos possibly instruct mortals to kill their comrades?
In this way, He himself could not remain uninvolved.
Qiong also felt that there was something wrong with the prophecy.
After all, Mortes originally prayed to Janus, the Titan of the Gate, but by a twist of fate, she received a private message from Cephalus from another department.
Theoretically, it's not impossible.
Janusapolis was the center where the Titans sent divine pronouncements to the world.
It is also the geographical center of Onphalus.
It's possible that Cephalos might need to communicate with the saints here.
The problem is, Qiong knows that Onpharos is not a normal world.
This is the world of data!
What are the gods of the data world?
Research materials!
Why did Black Tower collaborate with other geniuses on the simulated universe project? Wasn't it to study the Star God?
So, what is the core of Onfaros's research, a project that is no less impressive than the simulated universe?
With too little information, Qiong cannot make any inferences yet.
But it is definitely related to Titan.
The person who can pull off such a large-scale project must have some kind of administrator privileges behind them.
It wouldn't surprise Qiong to alter a divine oracle or even log into a Titan's account to issue a server-wide announcement.
"Ah Qiong walks so slowly."
Looking down at the bustling city below, March 7th felt a little impatient.
"So it is, and so it is."
A word from Qiong sparked a spark in March 7's eyes, and she waved her little hand:
"That makes sense, watch us!"
The six-phase ice spread out and quickly solidified into a crystal-clear ice slide, spiraling down from the mountainside to the edge of the city.
"Wuhu, let's go!"
March 7th cheered and was the first to sit down.
Qiong placed the constantly 'ne~' 'ne~' purple cube on her head, and with a smile, wrapped her arms around her slender and supple waist from behind. The two sat close together on the smooth and cold slide.
The girl's soft and fragrant body was in his arms, and Qiong's mischievous thoughts suddenly arose. He started tickling her sensitive side waist with his fingers.
"Ouch! It tickles! You mean, Qiong! Don't, don't tickle me! Hahaha... I'm going to fall!"
March 7th laughed so hard she was shaking, her whole body twisting and turning in Qiong's arms. The ice crystal slide trembled slightly because of her movements, making it thrilling and exciting.
As Qiong enjoyed the girl's playful punches and soft touch, she carefully perceived the world around her.
The warmth of the sun on my skin, the gentle breeze carrying the scent of grass and trees as I race down the slide, the bustling sounds of the city below growing louder as I approach, and the unmistakable acceleration of gravity as I slide down...
"It's so real."
"It feels even more real than a simulated universe."
Although 2400Hz and 1600Hz are indistinguishable to humans who cannot differentiate refresh rates above 90Hz.
However, with the same amount of computing power, one needs to simulate countless stars in the vast Milky Way, while the other only needs to accurately construct the ecology and civilization on a single planet; the level of precision is naturally different.
“A-Qiong, I suddenly remembered something.”
After the laughter subsided, March 7th, her cheeks slightly flushed, nestled comfortably in Qiong's arms, gazing down at the bustling crowds and vibrant markets of the city-state below.
"You said... if this is a world made of data, then are the lives here truly human?"
"Is that so? Yes."
"What the hell is this?! Speak like a human being!"
March 77 gave Qiong a cute eye roll in an annoyed manner.
"So it is, so it is."
There is a standard in the galaxy regarding the boundary between artificial intelligence and life.
With the support of computing power comparable to that of the simulated universe, the beings in Onpharos have reached almost 99.9999% of true life.
But can Xunlei open and use 99.9999% of files?
No.
So, are the humans of Onphalus considered life?
I can only say that it is.
Crossing the final 0.0001% threshold allows one to ascend to true life, but this is extremely difficult.
Galactic scholars call this step the Singularity of Life.
Of course, this is from an academic perspective.
In terms of their ability to represent feelings, these superintelligent systems can be considered entirely human.
Especially since this place has a destiny.
"Wow, it looks even more spectacular up close!"
On March 7th, she adorably tiptoed, put her little hands to her forehead as if to shade her eyes, and gazed at the city-state before her, expressing her admiration.
Qiong's pioneer uniform, which was quite different from the local style, attracted the attention of some passersby.
However, due to the war, many outsiders have come to Janusapolis seeking divine guidance, and some locals have become accustomed to it.
"Let's go, let's go check out the place Oronis mentioned first."
Qiong took March 7's hand, preparing to follow the guidance of the goddess's daughter to find that acquaintance of His.
Tirispeius, daughter of the saint Morthes who left the prophecy of salvation, was also a saint.
He was confined to his quarters by the Senate.
"Okay, let's go!"
She responded with boundless energy, a few playful strands of bangs on her forehead rising and falling with her jumping movements.
"Ok?"
Qiong raised her eyebrows slightly.
"What's wrong, A-Qiong?"
March 7th seems unknown, yet it happens naturally.
Qiong didn't answer immediately. Her gaze swept across the bustling market, then suddenly pointed to a small stall selling accessories not far away, displaying many brightly colored and uniquely designed hair ornaments:
"How about we buy some local specialties? I think that blue and pink butterfly-shaped hair accessory suits you very well."
"Hey, that one?"
March 7th's attention was instantly drawn, like a kitten attracted by a cat toy. She immediately let go of Qiong's hand and ran over.
She immediately took a liking to the blue-pink gradient butterfly hair clip that Qiong had pointed to, which shimmered in the sunlight.
"Judging from the color scheme, it really suits me. By the way, can I use credits here?"
On March 7th, she picked up the headdress and examined it closely, then held it up to her temples with obvious delight.
"Boss, how much is this?"
She took the hair clip and turned to the stall owner.
A middle-aged man who was lying on a chair asked.
Strange things happened.
The stall owner seemed completely oblivious to the person standing in front of his stall, remaining comfortably reclining in his rocking chair and even leisurely swinging his legs.
"Boss! Boss!"
March 7th moved closer in confusion, and spoke louder.
The stall owner didn't react at all, not even lifting an eyelid.
Moreover, the volume, which was loud enough to attract the surprised attention of onlookers, did not cause the slightest ripple in the morning market.
The passersby continued to go about their business as if she and her voice did not exist.
"What...what's going on?"
On March 7th, he turned around blankly, his light blue eyes filled with great confusion and a hint of unease.
"A-Qiong? They...they seem to be..."
"The people here seem unable to see you."
Qiong seemed to be deep in thought.
He had been wondering why Eulonis, who was close to March 7th as his mother, had asked his unfamiliar stepfather to visit Tirispius.