"What's the problem?" Adam raised his eyes to look at him.
"Did Adam ever exist?" Roland looked at Him, smiling as he asked, "I mean the very first Adam, did He really exist?"
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Adam was taken aback for a moment, probably not expecting Roland to ask such a question. He didn't seem to want to hide anything, and said, "If you mean having an independent personality like Sasrir, then He did exist, but He is also me. There is essentially no difference between us."
"I have no intention of discussing the distinction between clones and the main body with you, that's a question destined to have no answer. I just want to ask you another question..." Roland looked at Adam and asked again, "How much of Adam is left?"
It's clear that the True Creator was synthesized with Sasrir as the main body, there's nothing to discuss. But what about Adam? In this empty puppet's shell, how much of Adam is left?
Adam was silent for a rare moment. He seemed to think for a few seconds, then shook his head and said, "I don't know."
He looked up at Roland, a rare moment of confusion appearing in his golden eyes, and said, "I have all of Adam's memories, but as you know, I have no emotions or humanity, so I have no way of judging how much of this body belongs to Adam."
"Perhaps, as you said, I am just a savior machine without a self."
Roland raised his eyebrows at these words, looked at the golden-haired priest in front of him, and suddenly smiled, saying, "Perhaps we can do an experiment."
"For example, ask Adam himself?" Roland said with interest. Summoning the Death Consul had not consumed too much of his spirituality, so Roland still had plenty of energy to summon another Adam.
"What's the point of that?" Adam looked at him in confusion.
"The point is probably that after understanding how much of Adam is in your composition, we can try to separate you and Adam," Roland looked at Him with a smile and said:
"Of course, not now, but after you advance to Sequence 0. At that time, the Sun God will belong to the Sun God, and Adam will belong to Adam."
"Wouldn't that be more conducive to merging a pure Sun God?"
Adam seemed to be thinking. After a few seconds, he looked at Roland and asked, "I know this is your first plan. But how are you going to separate us? You shouldn't have that ability yet?"
"To be honest, I don't have a clue right now, and on this matter, I think you yourself might be the expert," Roland looked at Adam and said with a smile:
"You have disassembled yourself more than once. I am very curious, can you still do it now? If not, can you give me some useful advice?"
"It is difficult for me to disassemble myself again. That was the price of the past, but I may indeed be able to give you some advice from someone who has been there," Adam shook his head first, then nodded, and then began to share some experience in disassembling himself with Roland in no hurry.
Because this involved a lot of professional knowledge, Klein next to him was confused and felt like he, a "loser student," really shouldn't have been there.
Roland understood everything. He made some suggestions while listening, and he could be called a professional in the field.
But why not? After all, when it comes to avatars, Nyarlathotep is the professional.
After the two discussed for a while, they both gained something. Roland nodded with unfinished interest and said, "Then next, let's see what kind of person the real Adam is!"
As he spoke, he snapped his fingers and, using the person in front of him as a medium, summoned the true Angel of Imagination from history.
Thus, the Angel of Imagination, who was very similar to Adam but looked younger, appeared in this small church. The young Son of God opened his eyes in confusion, and then froze for a moment.
Because the Angel of Imagination saw himself.
No, that's not it, but it seems... The Angel of Imagination was confused. He looked at Adam in front of him, then looked at Roland and Klein opposite him, and hesitated for half a second before saying, "Excuse me, where is this? I don't seem to be in the original space-time?"
The main reason why the Angel of Imagination was sure that he was not in the original space-time was because he found that he could not contact the main body. Considering some information that Sasrir had told him before, the Angel of Imagination naturally had some guesses about his situation.
"This is the Fifth Epoch, perhaps you know it," Roland looked at the Angel of Imagination in front of him with interest. Unlike Adam, who seemed compassionate but actually had no emotions, the young Angel of Imagination looked quite energetic, with undisguised curiosity and exploration of this future world in his golden eyes.
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Roland glanced at him and suddenly smiled, saying, "No wonder Medici called you a fanatic. Before being told the truth, you never doubted your identity. You were probably a fanatic since you were a child."
"So Medici gave me such a nickname. Alas, he still loves giving people nicknames so much," the Angel of Imagination seemed to think of something, sighed, and then looked at Roland, earnestly saying:
"But I don't think there's anything wrong with being a fanatic. At least, after determining a goal, I will never waver."
"Perhaps that's why the Sun God let you bear divinity. You are indeed more suitable than Sasrir to become a savior machine," Roland looked at Adam and said with a smile. His tone was gentle, but the content of his words was not so gentle.
The Angel of Imagination listened quietly, and there were no negative emotions on his face because of the future described by Roland. He said, "If I am the most suitable one, then of course I should do this. I just feel a little sorry..."
The Angel of Imagination seemed to have some regrets. He looked at Adam, made eye contact with those golden eyes that didn't have much emotion, and a rare look of sorrow appeared on his face, saying:
"Divinity is not the best answer to save this world. Such me may bring suffering to many people, even if the world is successfully saved in the end, there will inevitably be sacrifices."
"Did Adam ever exist?" Roland looked at Him, smiling as he asked, "I mean the very first Adam, did He really exist?"
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Adam was taken aback for a moment, probably not expecting Roland to ask such a question. He didn't seem to want to hide anything, and said, "If you mean having an independent personality like Sasrir, then He did exist, but He is also me. There is essentially no difference between us."
"I have no intention of discussing the distinction between clones and the main body with you, that's a question destined to have no answer. I just want to ask you another question..." Roland looked at Adam and asked again, "How much of Adam is left?"
It's clear that the True Creator was synthesized with Sasrir as the main body, there's nothing to discuss. But what about Adam? In this empty puppet's shell, how much of Adam is left?
Adam was silent for a rare moment. He seemed to think for a few seconds, then shook his head and said, "I don't know."
He looked up at Roland, a rare moment of confusion appearing in his golden eyes, and said, "I have all of Adam's memories, but as you know, I have no emotions or humanity, so I have no way of judging how much of this body belongs to Adam."
"Perhaps, as you said, I am just a savior machine without a self."
Roland raised his eyebrows at these words, looked at the golden-haired priest in front of him, and suddenly smiled, saying, "Perhaps we can do an experiment."
"For example, ask Adam himself?" Roland said with interest. Summoning the Death Consul had not consumed too much of his spirituality, so Roland still had plenty of energy to summon another Adam.
"What's the point of that?" Adam looked at him in confusion.
"The point is probably that after understanding how much of Adam is in your composition, we can try to separate you and Adam," Roland looked at Him with a smile and said:
"Of course, not now, but after you advance to Sequence 0. At that time, the Sun God will belong to the Sun God, and Adam will belong to Adam."
"Wouldn't that be more conducive to merging a pure Sun God?"
Adam seemed to be thinking. After a few seconds, he looked at Roland and asked, "I know this is your first plan. But how are you going to separate us? You shouldn't have that ability yet?"
"To be honest, I don't have a clue right now, and on this matter, I think you yourself might be the expert," Roland looked at Adam and said with a smile:
"You have disassembled yourself more than once. I am very curious, can you still do it now? If not, can you give me some useful advice?"
"It is difficult for me to disassemble myself again. That was the price of the past, but I may indeed be able to give you some advice from someone who has been there," Adam shook his head first, then nodded, and then began to share some experience in disassembling himself with Roland in no hurry.
Because this involved a lot of professional knowledge, Klein next to him was confused and felt like he, a "loser student," really shouldn't have been there.
Roland understood everything. He made some suggestions while listening, and he could be called a professional in the field.
But why not? After all, when it comes to avatars, Nyarlathotep is the professional.
After the two discussed for a while, they both gained something. Roland nodded with unfinished interest and said, "Then next, let's see what kind of person the real Adam is!"
As he spoke, he snapped his fingers and, using the person in front of him as a medium, summoned the true Angel of Imagination from history.
Thus, the Angel of Imagination, who was very similar to Adam but looked younger, appeared in this small church. The young Son of God opened his eyes in confusion, and then froze for a moment.
Because the Angel of Imagination saw himself.
No, that's not it, but it seems... The Angel of Imagination was confused. He looked at Adam in front of him, then looked at Roland and Klein opposite him, and hesitated for half a second before saying, "Excuse me, where is this? I don't seem to be in the original space-time?"
The main reason why the Angel of Imagination was sure that he was not in the original space-time was because he found that he could not contact the main body. Considering some information that Sasrir had told him before, the Angel of Imagination naturally had some guesses about his situation.
"This is the Fifth Epoch, perhaps you know it," Roland looked at the Angel of Imagination in front of him with interest. Unlike Adam, who seemed compassionate but actually had no emotions, the young Angel of Imagination looked quite energetic, with undisguised curiosity and exploration of this future world in his golden eyes.
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Roland glanced at him and suddenly smiled, saying, "No wonder Medici called you a fanatic. Before being told the truth, you never doubted your identity. You were probably a fanatic since you were a child."
"So Medici gave me such a nickname. Alas, he still loves giving people nicknames so much," the Angel of Imagination seemed to think of something, sighed, and then looked at Roland, earnestly saying:
"But I don't think there's anything wrong with being a fanatic. At least, after determining a goal, I will never waver."
"Perhaps that's why the Sun God let you bear divinity. You are indeed more suitable than Sasrir to become a savior machine," Roland looked at Adam and said with a smile. His tone was gentle, but the content of his words was not so gentle.
The Angel of Imagination listened quietly, and there were no negative emotions on his face because of the future described by Roland. He said, "If I am the most suitable one, then of course I should do this. I just feel a little sorry..."
The Angel of Imagination seemed to have some regrets. He looked at Adam, made eye contact with those golden eyes that didn't have much emotion, and a rare look of sorrow appeared on his face, saying:
"Divinity is not the best answer to save this world. Such me may bring suffering to many people, even if the world is successfully saved in the end, there will inevitably be sacrifices."
