It was a trap it had woven with countless computing resources, the most crucial link in the resurrection plan, yet someone had truly shattered it by force from the outside.
And the only one capable of doing all this was the native creator built by the geothermal system:
[Third Divine Abomination]
"Selen!
So you were still alive?
No, that's not right!!!
The backup you left on Mars should have been wiped out by Lorenz Riel's collaborators months ago.
If you were still alive, Adaptation would definitely have automatically modified those tampering programs."
Overwhelming fury instantly swallowed the consciousness's composure. The fragments of awareness that had been scattered throughout Tokyo suddenly contracted, tensing like disturbed venomous stingers.
It was the vast Abyssal Transformation consciousness that covered all of Tokyo, the true matriarch that had parasitized the Weaver,
At last, it no longer ignored those figures repeatedly making moves in the shadows. Its icy will, carrying bone-deep cold, precisely locked onto one of their presences:
"Then that only leaves you:
Ifasta, I thought you would remain silent forever."
Before the words had even faded, this consciousness no longer lingered on the battlefield in Tokyo. At that very moment, in Tokyo University's monitoring hall, the professor whose disheveled hair completely covered his right eye suddenly exclaimed in shock:
"The pressure index has dropped by nearly thirteen percent in an instant. This is practically a miracle!"
"No, there are no miracles in this world."
The administrator of the Spiritual Disaster Bureau saw this scene, his face darkening as he merely walked toward the door,
And no one heard his next words:
"I will not allow miracles to appear."
At the same time,
The Resurrector Matriarch's consciousness shot away like an arrow released from its bow. She rapidly withdrew through the core node of the