"What do you think such a vast collective mind as Ifasta would need?"
"I don't know."
Su Wen adjusted his glasses, his voice cold:
"But if it wanted too much, then I would take it myself.
This was never a 'fair trade.'
I was merely giving it a chance. Before the Black Tide completely swallowed this place, it would choose its own ending."
Hearing this,
although this was not the first time Caroline had been shaken, she finally saw the 'madness' hidden beneath Su Wen's calm, even steady exterior.
It was a cool-headed madness,
and absolute confidence.
Hacker Miss gave a soft snort, though her tone unconsciously rose slightly:
"Showing off again, Rhine Mr. I'll be watching closely to see whether you can actually make your 'lie' come true. Hehe."
Meanwhile,
just as Su Wen had expected, Ifasta, having allocated one hundred-millionth of its computing power, was more like a preset program than a 'life form,' or even an advanced artificial intelligence like Ein Type 3.
Its vast collective mind had long since worn away something as nearly nonexistent as 'humanity.'
In other words,
compared to the 'Weaver,' it was closer to 'divinity.'
"You are asking for my answer.
No, you wish to understand what the 'shells' are trying to accomplish, don't you?"
"If the 'shells' in your words refer to those Revivers."
"They are 'parasites.'
[Sephidolos—Dome Civilization] is what we call ourselves.
But the dome will eventually contract into a giant cocoon. Outside the cocoon lies the useless discarded shell, while within it remains a paradise for data entities.
This was an attempt made by the Great Sage after absorbing the records of the Third Era's end.
I do not know what information he obtained, but in the end, he chose to steal the authority of the gods and