"Feast of the Gods, World Model, Bloodline Competition, Civilization Restart..."
In the incubation tank, the mutated Old Marquis listened to the gentle electronic voice coming from the phone. His whole body convulsed as if he had been hit by a powerful electric shock.
He already knew things were getting out of control. Although the voice was coming from the phone, they were in a dark room that existed outside reality, so there was no way a call could come through.
That meant another living thing had entered this absolutely private space, laying the Golden Cell's most vital secrets and authority bare before it.
Most crucially, he was already powerless to do anything. This candidate was clearly just an ordinary person who had only recently learned his family's secrets. The electronic voice had even come from his own body. It was possible he didn't realize how serious this was...
"Smash it!"
He shouted with all his strength. "Break it!"
"Absolutely, absolutely don't let her..."
"..."
But his furious shouts became nothing more than background noise to that gentle electronic voice.
She softly spoke one oppressive word after another, then sighed. "I never expected your ambitions to be even greater than I calculated."
"Perhaps I should admit that I miscalculated some things back then. You aren't the group closest to normal that I've ever seen. Quite the opposite. You're the most insane and arrogant monsters of all. You're the ones who should most..."
"Bzzzt..."
Her voice was gentle, yet seemed almost capable of human emotion, brimming with boundless fury. But then it suddenly became garbled, and another, more human-sounding voice rang out:
"Mother of Machinery's underlying consciousness has been activated. We've found too much data this time, and I can't keep up with her calculations. Mr. Xu Ji, hurry..."
"You need to