Through repeated questioning in the conversation that followed, Ivette gained a rough understanding of the scope of Bingyu's deeper intelligence.
According to her, when Ivette had first set foot on Black Tide Continent five hundred years ago, Bingyu had only just been born as a sub-personality. Though she knew who she was, many crucial memories had been cut away. Her later understanding of the world had been filled in through traveling with Ivette and through what she saw and heard.
Put simply, she did not know much more about this world than Ivette did.
There was only one difference. As a copy of the Mechanical God's primary personality, the Mechanical God retained much of what a copy of the primary personality should have known—for example, where the Mechanical Race came from, why it existed, and why it underwent human cultivation.
"—So why does the Mechanical Race undergo human cultivation?" Ivette asked after pondering for a moment.
It was not especially important to her, but it was something she had wondered about for a long time.
Based on some literary works she had read in the past, she naturally expected there to be some profound meaning behind it. Perhaps it involved philosophical topics such as the nature of the self, the value of life, and resonance between souls. It was surely something elegant and lofty, something that might even let her feel the awe of life.
But—
Bingyu's answer was completely beyond her expectations.
She said, "Well... actually—uh, Miss Good Samaritan, before I answer that, I need to explain something to you. There is no Mechanical Race in this world at all."
Ivette froze. "There isn't... what do you mean?"
"Mm, or rather, there once was a Mechanical Race, but not after the apocalypse. The Mechanical Race you have seen is