Herta did not say it was impossible.
There is no such thing as impossible in the world of geniuses.
Therefore, what she was curious about was the confidence behind Ninti uttering such words.
And Ninti merely smiled faintly:
"It's very simple. I'll just become the 'Vessel of Knowledge', won't I?"
Herta certainly didn't get that joke, but the meaning was precisely that. She stared fixedly into Ninti's eyes, her expression cold and her gaze fanatical.
"You plan to enter the Simulated Universe and become the dominant will of the 'Vessel of Knowledge'?"
"You could say that."
"This is your research topic with the Vessel of Knowledge?"
"There's no need to be surprised, is there? I imagine your own research topics are hardly any more modest than mine."
The corners of Ninti's lips curved up slightly, gentle and elegant.
As for Herta, she grinned from ear to ear, her pupils trembling with excitement:
"Very well! Do it! Go become an Aeon! I know you care quite a bit about personal reputation... Oh, in common parlance, that means being kind-hearted, so I will ensure your experiment doesn't affect bystanders! Go on, show it to me!"
"Is there no need to wait for Gepard and Ruan Mei?"
"Why wait for them? It's not like I forced them to drag their feet. Missing out is entirely their own affair; what business of mine is it? I want to see it right now!"
Herta's tone was a matter-of-course.
Those words were truly punchable.
There were also virtually no individuals or factions in the universe daring to offend those two geniuses simultaneously.
However, that was very Herta.
Hence, Ninti hesitated no longer. With a light tap of her toes, her petite body drifted weightlessly toward the entrance of the Simulated Universe.
*Amon, I am going to