I wasn't a Midgardian.
Lake knew that very clearly. Telling a lie and then making himself believe it—self-deception like that would never happen to him.
I have an immortal body.
Not an eternal body.
Lake muttered this inwardly, then turned his gaze toward Seifer.
Seifer froze for a moment and pointed at herself.
Lake nodded.
Seifer immediately looked at Andy, who said nothing and simply stepped aside.
After all, Seifer's control was about on par with Andy's. Her mother was Andy's younger sister—her biological sister, at that.
Besides, Seifer was already a master of electronic information, the kind of person who was an organization all by herself. Having her take control of Midgard's technological core couldn't have been more suitable.
As for Hill?
Hill was a commander, not a scientist.
Seifer stepped forward. At Andy's signal, she placed her right hand directly on the palmprint scanner.
The next second.
Seifer cried out in pain. Countless tiny needles shot out from the palmprint scanner and pierced her palm, seemingly using this method to identify Seifer's true identity.
Andy said from the side, "According to my memories, if someone who isn't a Midgardian attempts to control the technological core, then once it's identified, the core will inject countless toxins directly into them and kill them."
Good thing I hadn't deceived myself.
That was what Lake thought. Although he didn't believe the so-called toxins could kill him, he had an image to maintain. What if the technological core activated a defensive protocol?
After a while.
Bzzzz!
A sound resembling machinery in operation came from inside the technological core, disguised as an ordinary-looking tree.
Then, with a whoosh—
It was as if the surrounding space had been compressed in an instant. In the blink of an eye, this forest, where plants and Vibranium had