Crisis 907: Opportunity Hidden Deep Within; Thankfully, Pipi Snake Has a Pair of Keen Eyes 210

The laws of time and space in the subspace were so chaotic that they exceeded the limits of Murphy's dog-brain ability to comprehend them. But that was hardly his fault. The "super-new humans" capable of using the computational power of a human brain to calculate coordinate mappings and spatial laws in the subspace probably hadn't been born yet.

According to Triss, only subspace creatures with specialized thinking organs could instinctively learn the many shifting rules of this chaotic region. Alternatively, like the Sentinels, they could be equipped with special extradimensional radar right on the production line, to meet their needs for navigation and rapid movement while fighting in the subspace.

Murphy had been able to arrive with pinpoint accuracy and rescue Adele the moment she followed him into the subspace entirely because of the Sentinel he was holding in his other hand.

Unlike Monica—no, Mosna, who had stayed outside—the one before him was an elite assault-type combat Sentinel of the commander model.

That much was evident from the more than seven built-in weapon bays concealed beneath her protective outer plating. Her full arsenal, deployed from her arms, legs, waist, back, and shoulders, had run out of ammunition by now. The corrosion of subspace energy had given her a sort of "weathered beauty," but even the weapon bay models alone were enough to reveal how brutally she must have fought at her peak.

Just as expected of an elite left behind by the Creator specifically to fight off subspace incursions. Every part of her body was a weapon.

But her condition was terrible.

The feeble electric arcs flickering in her artificial eyes made that clear. She was on the verge of shutting down.

In fact, Monica had already been shut down for over six hours, scoured by the chaotic power of