Warm Assembly Lines and Workshops Full of Memories, Ah

Warm Assembly Lines and Workshops Full of Memories, Ah, Your children Have Returned—Bonus Chapter [25]

(Bonus chapter for brother "Five Light-Years per Second" [2/5])

The moment the Palace of the Cornerstone of Creation underwent a phase shift, Diakum knew he had run into a "ghost."

When he gripped the Sunstrider Warhammer and ignited the solar corona, Chief Architect Lihuvim appeared silently before him. Yet there was no battle intent in the latter—only curiosity toward the individual before it.

And its very first words made Diakum lower his weapon.

"An'she. Did you create him?"

Dick asked, then repeated the question in the language of the First Ones.

This musical language was truly unfriendly to a biological throat, but fortunately, Diakum's "talent for languages" was quite impressive.

He completed the question smoothly.

The Chief Architect was not surprised. It seemed to regard An'she speaking fluent, elegant First One language as perfectly normal.

Faced with Diakum's question, the Chief Architect circled him in a manner of "phase shifting." With every step, it silently appeared in a random location. It had no eyes, but its way of observing the world was clearly more meticulous and profound than that of mortals.

"You are not An'she."

The Chief Architect sighed.

"You are merely a mortal—a mortal illuminated by the Holy Light and shrouded in shadow. You are An'she's inheritor, a soul personally chosen by him and bestowed with great power.

How unimaginable!

So this immortal soul of yours, now gleaming with a dim cosmic radiance, was refined step by step from humble souls that began as lowly as ants?

Is that truly something a mortal can accomplish?"

Lihuvim looked as though it were admiring an "artwork" unlike anything else in the world. It said with feeling:

"The souls of mortals are like dust, like the poorest