They chatted as they crossed the gully-covered plain. When the road conditions improved, Alice looked at Klein again.
The intent of this look was clear, and Klein easily understood it. He once again looked for a means of transportation from the historical projection and ignored Alice's messy suggestions.
——After he pointed out the pilot's problem, Alice proposed a National Day parade.
After getting in the car, Klein stepped on the accelerator and said to Alice:
"I thought you would want to jump down and see, after all...what are you doing!?"
In the corner of her eye, the mirror faithfully reflected Alice's action of reaching out to open the car door.
‘I was going to go down and have a look,’ Alice answered; ‘but I just remembered that…’
“…Don’t move!” Klein hurriedly stopped him. “Have you ever thought that maybe your inability to think of it just now was due to spiritual intuition…”
Alice stopped moving. No other reason could persuade her, but her spiritual intuition was enough. She hesitated and said:
“Maybe… that’s not right, I don’t think it’s dangerous if I want to go back now?
"How about we go back and take a look?"
While Alice was thinking, Klein had successfully stopped the vehicle that had just started, preventing Alice from opening the door and jumping out while the vehicle was moving.
Therefore, he began to have the energy to think about Alice's proposal:
"It's not impossible..."
In the end, they chose to return to the vicinity of the ravine. Alice took a deep breath and looked at Klein with deep affection. As soon as he saw her eyes, Klein knew what she was going to do and jumped down directly without giving Alice a chance to speak.
After being stunned for a moment, Alice had no choice but to go down and catch Klein, but she soon found that this was unnecessary. Even if she didn't have the ability to fly, a demigod had plenty of ways to avoid the risk of falling.
——If all else fails, he still has two secret dolls to use as cushions.
The flames ignited by the "Harvester" puppet successfully sent Klein and the puppet Qiunas to the bottom of the ravine. Alice's eyes half turned, then she gave up floating in the air and let herself fall.
“Help! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” she screamed and fell to the ground as Klein looked expressionless. Then she got up from the ground with resentment and glared at Klein.
"Why don't you put a trampoline down there for me!" she said angrily.
"There are two main reasons." Klein didn't look at her and cast his gaze towards the gray-white building. "First, you definitely won't die from the fall. Second, I'm afraid you'll get addicted to it."
Alice was speechless. She pretended nothing had happened and shifted her attention to the gray and white buildings.
Originally it was just a way to divert attention, but Alice soon discovered a crucial problem. She turned her head to look at Alice and said hesitantly:
"There seems to be no door here..."
"That's right." Klein also put down the lantern in his hand and nodded. "I remember that in the scene I saw when I was fortune-telling, the ancient sun god opened an illusory crack in the wall and walked out of it..."
"Good fellow," Alice breathed, "Our ancient sun god also has his own 'apprentice'!"
“If you insist, I think this should be the ability of the Dreamer…” Klein shook his head. “I think maybe we need the help of an item…”
As he said this, he froze in place. Alice blinked and also fell silent.
——It was obvious that Klein had returned to Sefirah Castle.
Alice felt a little bored waiting there, so she observed the gray and white buildings again. Those buildings were very magical, as if their colors had been stripped away by something. With Alice's aesthetic sense, she was sure that these buildings must have been colored when they were first designed.
But at this moment Alice could not see any color. Even though the real vision brought by the angel could allow her to overcome these gray obstacles, she could only see nothingness.
——There seems to be nothing behind it.
Is this possible? This is impossible, because there must be something underneath -
"Chaos Sea..." She murmured, "Chaos Sea washed away the colors here?"
It was impossible to get the answer to the question standing here, so Alice could only wait quietly for Klein to come back. Then she watched him begin to arrange the ceremony to request the gift, and then he climbed up to the "Source Castle" and gave himself a notebook.
"Lemanno's travel notes?" Alice looked at the thing Klein took out in surprise. "What do you want?"
Klein opened the notebook and showed Alice the words “Open Door” written all over it.
The corner of Alice's mouth twitched. She understood what Klein was going to do. She didn't comment, but followed the "open doors" one by one, passing through layer after layer of gray.
The place where they finally stopped was in front of a half-open heavy iron door. Alice gestured at the height of the iron door, then turned her head and said:
“This should be a door reserved for humans... Don’t touch it!” Klein glared at Alice.
In front of the iron gate, there were two dark stains and two guns whose technological level far exceeded that of today. They were obviously relics of a past era. While Klein was trying to analyze them, Alice had already rushed over and reached out to pick up one of the guns.
She failed. The two guns had long been completely corroded. In the closed building with no air circulation and no one touching them, they could still maintain their appearance, but once touched, the traces of time quickly appeared, and they disintegrated in an instant, turned into dust, and disappeared into the air.
Then, the dust in the air gathered together again and turned into a seemingly intact gun.
Klein suddenly had an inspiration. His eyes moved slightly and he asked Alice:
"Can you restore them to the point where they are still usable?"
"It would be easier for you to find them from the historical projection..." Alice curled her lips, "What you need should be a complete 'restart', rather than being able to use them in a short moment. In that case, theoretically, I might be able to do it, but I don't have that much spirituality... Maybe I can just become a true god."
"Hmm?" Klein looked at Alice curiously. "Isn't your spirituality much worse?"
"No," Alice shook her head, "the spirituality is very poor."
“Then why…” Klein’s eyes became confused.
Alice shrugged and stepped back.
"Because if it is a true God, one of my conjectures might come true...
"You said, if I set a fate cycle for myself when I am in the best condition, can I maintain this condition forever?
"I will not be hurt, my spirit is always full, I will never be polluted, my..."
She was still talking, but Klein had already cooperated by gasping.
——If it can really be done, even if no one can defeat such a true God, I am afraid no one would be willing to fight with Him.
Alice described it for a few sentences, then stopped, shook her head, and sighed:
"It's a pity that I can't do this now - I can do it for a short period of time, but if I keep doing it, I find that I can't really achieve perpetual motion. The loop I set up keeps disappearing, and I need to keep filling it up. This makes my spiritual energy deplete faster and faster, and the time I can maintain the loop is getting shorter and shorter..."
Klein stood there hesitantly. The more he listened to the description, the more familiar it became. He reported a technical term with some uncertainty:
"……limit?"
"Yes," Alice nodded, "I feel like there's a limit to how long this cycle can last..."
Klein paused for a moment, and explained to Alice, "I don't think we are talking about a limit... Well, have you learned about number series? The limit I'm talking about is a mathematical concept..."
"Shut up," Alice deadpanned, "or I'll shut up for you."
Klein swallowed and stopped talking.
As if nothing had happened, he walked into the half-open iron door with a lantern and two dolls. Alice followed behind with a wooden face, like his third doll.
Behind the iron gate was a wide corridor with rooms of different sizes on both sides. Some of the tables, chairs and utensils inside were overturned, some were intact, and some were half missing. There were black marks everywhere on the walls and the floor.
Alice did not try to touch the tables and chairs again, but focused on looking at the black marks.
"It looks like a research institute..." Klein said carefully.
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"Look at that room." Alice pointed to a room.
Klein walked over and stood beside her, observing the room she pointed to. This room was no different from the surrounding rooms. The machines inside had collapsed, but there were a few yellowish papers on the table in this room.
They looked at each other, then walked in quickly. Klein reached out and picked up the pages of paper, quickly skimming through them.
"What's it written?" Alice asked curiously.
Klein shook his head with a heavy expression and handed over the pages of paper. Alice frowned and took them in confusion. She looked down intently. After a few seconds, she raised her hand and flipped through the papers, looking at the next few pages.
After she had sent all the messages, she raised her head and asked Klein with a cold expression:
"So, your expression is so serious because you don't understand it at all?"
——The words on the paper were shaped like tadpoles. Alice could only make out that they were some kind of alphabetic words. Because the writing was so illegible, she could hardly even distinguish the different characters.
"No," Klein explained, "I just wanted to see how you would react."
“……”Alice’s expression became even colder.
She realized that she had been tricked, but the one who tricked her was Klein, which prevented her from taking any radical actions of revenge. So she could only raise her foot to kick Klein, but Klein dodged flexibly and shouted:
"Wait, let me get the translator. I have a translator with offline language packs downloaded!"
Alice stopped her movements and motioned for him to hurry up while complaining:
"I suspect this is Russian... I remember that only Russian is like this, with every letter looking the same.
"Well, although I've actually only seen a few different types of characters."
Klein did not comment. He took out the translator from the historical projection and shook his head with some emotion.
"I bought this when I was preparing to travel abroad... You know, when I performed the luck-changing ritual that caused me to become like this, it was in the computer bag next to me."
——After learning the truth about the world, Klein mentioned the luck-changing ritual to Alice during their conversation.
Alice observed Klein's expression and confirmed that he was in a good mood. Then she comforted him insincerely:
"Look at it from a bright side. You have indeed gone abroad now, although you have become a local native."
Klein's temple throbbed. He wisely gave up chatting with Alice and turned on the translator.
After some manipulation, they finally figured out the contents of the papers:
“…research on the re-production of oil from dried-up oil fields…why should we build a research institute for this kind of thing in a place where no one else would think of it?
“…Oh my god, they found something deep in the oil fields…
“…this is some wonderful material…
"…What on earth happened? The doctor just turned into a pool of black oil right in front of me!
"...More and more people have turned into oil, and the outside world has blocked this institute...No one can leave, no one can leave...
"...crazy, all crazy, we are the only ones who are normal, but our food is running out...
“…I seem to be hallucinating. There seems to be a voice coming from underground. It is calling me. “He” is calling me!”
The translated text was simple and straightforward. As Alice read, her expression gradually became uglier. She turned her head to look at the black marks in the corridor outside and said blankly:
"……oil?
“Is that… oil?”
"I don't know," Klein answered from the crack of his throat. "The good news is, you guessed it right, it is indeed Russian."
Alice was speechless. She walked out of the room and squatted on the ground looking at the black marks. Then she raised her head and looked at Klein in a trance.
"Klein...
“I know where the oil goes.”
"Where?" Klein asked subconsciously.
"It swallowed up the oil..." Alice murmured, "Underground... I should have thought of it earlier, the oil is also underground..."
"What is this 'it' you're talking about?" Klein frowned and asked again.
Alice raised her index finger and put it in front of her lips.
"Hush," she said, "don't ask, don't think, wait for your angel... wait for your angel, and I will tell you everything."
Klein was slightly startled and wanted to say something, but Alice lowered her head to look at the black marks and sighed:
"No wonder they gave me a strange feeling... At first, I thought this lab was studying whether humans and oil could produce offspring."
The intent of this look was clear, and Klein easily understood it. He once again looked for a means of transportation from the historical projection and ignored Alice's messy suggestions.
——After he pointed out the pilot's problem, Alice proposed a National Day parade.
After getting in the car, Klein stepped on the accelerator and said to Alice:
"I thought you would want to jump down and see, after all...what are you doing!?"
In the corner of her eye, the mirror faithfully reflected Alice's action of reaching out to open the car door.
‘I was going to go down and have a look,’ Alice answered; ‘but I just remembered that…’
“…Don’t move!” Klein hurriedly stopped him. “Have you ever thought that maybe your inability to think of it just now was due to spiritual intuition…”
Alice stopped moving. No other reason could persuade her, but her spiritual intuition was enough. She hesitated and said:
“Maybe… that’s not right, I don’t think it’s dangerous if I want to go back now?
"How about we go back and take a look?"
While Alice was thinking, Klein had successfully stopped the vehicle that had just started, preventing Alice from opening the door and jumping out while the vehicle was moving.
Therefore, he began to have the energy to think about Alice's proposal:
"It's not impossible..."
In the end, they chose to return to the vicinity of the ravine. Alice took a deep breath and looked at Klein with deep affection. As soon as he saw her eyes, Klein knew what she was going to do and jumped down directly without giving Alice a chance to speak.
After being stunned for a moment, Alice had no choice but to go down and catch Klein, but she soon found that this was unnecessary. Even if she didn't have the ability to fly, a demigod had plenty of ways to avoid the risk of falling.
——If all else fails, he still has two secret dolls to use as cushions.
The flames ignited by the "Harvester" puppet successfully sent Klein and the puppet Qiunas to the bottom of the ravine. Alice's eyes half turned, then she gave up floating in the air and let herself fall.
“Help! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” she screamed and fell to the ground as Klein looked expressionless. Then she got up from the ground with resentment and glared at Klein.
"Why don't you put a trampoline down there for me!" she said angrily.
"There are two main reasons." Klein didn't look at her and cast his gaze towards the gray-white building. "First, you definitely won't die from the fall. Second, I'm afraid you'll get addicted to it."
Alice was speechless. She pretended nothing had happened and shifted her attention to the gray and white buildings.
Originally it was just a way to divert attention, but Alice soon discovered a crucial problem. She turned her head to look at Alice and said hesitantly:
"There seems to be no door here..."
"That's right." Klein also put down the lantern in his hand and nodded. "I remember that in the scene I saw when I was fortune-telling, the ancient sun god opened an illusory crack in the wall and walked out of it..."
"Good fellow," Alice breathed, "Our ancient sun god also has his own 'apprentice'!"
“If you insist, I think this should be the ability of the Dreamer…” Klein shook his head. “I think maybe we need the help of an item…”
As he said this, he froze in place. Alice blinked and also fell silent.
——It was obvious that Klein had returned to Sefirah Castle.
Alice felt a little bored waiting there, so she observed the gray and white buildings again. Those buildings were very magical, as if their colors had been stripped away by something. With Alice's aesthetic sense, she was sure that these buildings must have been colored when they were first designed.
But at this moment Alice could not see any color. Even though the real vision brought by the angel could allow her to overcome these gray obstacles, she could only see nothingness.
——There seems to be nothing behind it.
Is this possible? This is impossible, because there must be something underneath -
"Chaos Sea..." She murmured, "Chaos Sea washed away the colors here?"
It was impossible to get the answer to the question standing here, so Alice could only wait quietly for Klein to come back. Then she watched him begin to arrange the ceremony to request the gift, and then he climbed up to the "Source Castle" and gave himself a notebook.
"Lemanno's travel notes?" Alice looked at the thing Klein took out in surprise. "What do you want?"
Klein opened the notebook and showed Alice the words “Open Door” written all over it.
The corner of Alice's mouth twitched. She understood what Klein was going to do. She didn't comment, but followed the "open doors" one by one, passing through layer after layer of gray.
The place where they finally stopped was in front of a half-open heavy iron door. Alice gestured at the height of the iron door, then turned her head and said:
“This should be a door reserved for humans... Don’t touch it!” Klein glared at Alice.
In front of the iron gate, there were two dark stains and two guns whose technological level far exceeded that of today. They were obviously relics of a past era. While Klein was trying to analyze them, Alice had already rushed over and reached out to pick up one of the guns.
She failed. The two guns had long been completely corroded. In the closed building with no air circulation and no one touching them, they could still maintain their appearance, but once touched, the traces of time quickly appeared, and they disintegrated in an instant, turned into dust, and disappeared into the air.
Then, the dust in the air gathered together again and turned into a seemingly intact gun.
Klein suddenly had an inspiration. His eyes moved slightly and he asked Alice:
"Can you restore them to the point where they are still usable?"
"It would be easier for you to find them from the historical projection..." Alice curled her lips, "What you need should be a complete 'restart', rather than being able to use them in a short moment. In that case, theoretically, I might be able to do it, but I don't have that much spirituality... Maybe I can just become a true god."
"Hmm?" Klein looked at Alice curiously. "Isn't your spirituality much worse?"
"No," Alice shook her head, "the spirituality is very poor."
“Then why…” Klein’s eyes became confused.
Alice shrugged and stepped back.
"Because if it is a true God, one of my conjectures might come true...
"You said, if I set a fate cycle for myself when I am in the best condition, can I maintain this condition forever?
"I will not be hurt, my spirit is always full, I will never be polluted, my..."
She was still talking, but Klein had already cooperated by gasping.
——If it can really be done, even if no one can defeat such a true God, I am afraid no one would be willing to fight with Him.
Alice described it for a few sentences, then stopped, shook her head, and sighed:
"It's a pity that I can't do this now - I can do it for a short period of time, but if I keep doing it, I find that I can't really achieve perpetual motion. The loop I set up keeps disappearing, and I need to keep filling it up. This makes my spiritual energy deplete faster and faster, and the time I can maintain the loop is getting shorter and shorter..."
Klein stood there hesitantly. The more he listened to the description, the more familiar it became. He reported a technical term with some uncertainty:
"……limit?"
"Yes," Alice nodded, "I feel like there's a limit to how long this cycle can last..."
Klein paused for a moment, and explained to Alice, "I don't think we are talking about a limit... Well, have you learned about number series? The limit I'm talking about is a mathematical concept..."
"Shut up," Alice deadpanned, "or I'll shut up for you."
Klein swallowed and stopped talking.
As if nothing had happened, he walked into the half-open iron door with a lantern and two dolls. Alice followed behind with a wooden face, like his third doll.
Behind the iron gate was a wide corridor with rooms of different sizes on both sides. Some of the tables, chairs and utensils inside were overturned, some were intact, and some were half missing. There were black marks everywhere on the walls and the floor.
Alice did not try to touch the tables and chairs again, but focused on looking at the black marks.
"It looks like a research institute..." Klein said carefully.
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"Look at that room." Alice pointed to a room.
Klein walked over and stood beside her, observing the room she pointed to. This room was no different from the surrounding rooms. The machines inside had collapsed, but there were a few yellowish papers on the table in this room.
They looked at each other, then walked in quickly. Klein reached out and picked up the pages of paper, quickly skimming through them.
"What's it written?" Alice asked curiously.
Klein shook his head with a heavy expression and handed over the pages of paper. Alice frowned and took them in confusion. She looked down intently. After a few seconds, she raised her hand and flipped through the papers, looking at the next few pages.
After she had sent all the messages, she raised her head and asked Klein with a cold expression:
"So, your expression is so serious because you don't understand it at all?"
——The words on the paper were shaped like tadpoles. Alice could only make out that they were some kind of alphabetic words. Because the writing was so illegible, she could hardly even distinguish the different characters.
"No," Klein explained, "I just wanted to see how you would react."
“……”Alice’s expression became even colder.
She realized that she had been tricked, but the one who tricked her was Klein, which prevented her from taking any radical actions of revenge. So she could only raise her foot to kick Klein, but Klein dodged flexibly and shouted:
"Wait, let me get the translator. I have a translator with offline language packs downloaded!"
Alice stopped her movements and motioned for him to hurry up while complaining:
"I suspect this is Russian... I remember that only Russian is like this, with every letter looking the same.
"Well, although I've actually only seen a few different types of characters."
Klein did not comment. He took out the translator from the historical projection and shook his head with some emotion.
"I bought this when I was preparing to travel abroad... You know, when I performed the luck-changing ritual that caused me to become like this, it was in the computer bag next to me."
——After learning the truth about the world, Klein mentioned the luck-changing ritual to Alice during their conversation.
Alice observed Klein's expression and confirmed that he was in a good mood. Then she comforted him insincerely:
"Look at it from a bright side. You have indeed gone abroad now, although you have become a local native."
Klein's temple throbbed. He wisely gave up chatting with Alice and turned on the translator.
After some manipulation, they finally figured out the contents of the papers:
“…research on the re-production of oil from dried-up oil fields…why should we build a research institute for this kind of thing in a place where no one else would think of it?
“…Oh my god, they found something deep in the oil fields…
“…this is some wonderful material…
"…What on earth happened? The doctor just turned into a pool of black oil right in front of me!
"...More and more people have turned into oil, and the outside world has blocked this institute...No one can leave, no one can leave...
"...crazy, all crazy, we are the only ones who are normal, but our food is running out...
“…I seem to be hallucinating. There seems to be a voice coming from underground. It is calling me. “He” is calling me!”
The translated text was simple and straightforward. As Alice read, her expression gradually became uglier. She turned her head to look at the black marks in the corridor outside and said blankly:
"……oil?
“Is that… oil?”
"I don't know," Klein answered from the crack of his throat. "The good news is, you guessed it right, it is indeed Russian."
Alice was speechless. She walked out of the room and squatted on the ground looking at the black marks. Then she raised her head and looked at Klein in a trance.
"Klein...
“I know where the oil goes.”
"Where?" Klein asked subconsciously.
"It swallowed up the oil..." Alice murmured, "Underground... I should have thought of it earlier, the oil is also underground..."
"What is this 'it' you're talking about?" Klein frowned and asked again.
Alice raised her index finger and put it in front of her lips.
"Hush," she said, "don't ask, don't think, wait for your angel... wait for your angel, and I will tell you everything."
Klein was slightly startled and wanted to say something, but Alice lowered her head to look at the black marks and sighed:
"No wonder they gave me a strange feeling... At first, I thought this lab was studying whether humans and oil could produce offspring."
