Your Name

Half asleep and half awake, Tang Chuan had imagined countless times that he had returned to his homeland and reunited with his family and friends.

But the vague information in his mind always pulled him back to reality.

Its general meaning was that only by providing precise Sub-Universe spatial coordinates could he be transported back.

Even Fantasy Weapons had to abide by certain logic. At the very least, Tang Chuan needed to construct a rudimentary concept of a fantastical object in his mind before it could be transformed from nothing into something.

And fundamentally speaking, Fantasy Weapons not only had theoretical limits, but also conformed to the laws of the Main Universe.

If Tang Chuan did not have a reasonably clear train of thought and know the approximate coordinates of his homeland, it would be difficult to trigger the "Fantasy Attribute," materialize a spacetime teleportation device, and achieve a fixed-point jump across time and space.

A damp sensation against his neck woke Tang Chuan from his half-dreaming state.

Turning his head, he saw Little Tentacle cautiously touching him, like a cat or dog that knew its owner was in a bad mood and was trying to soothe him.

If Chiliu had not looked so utterly inhuman, Tang Chuan might even have thought him a more understanding companion pet than a golden retriever.

Chiliu was the name Tang Chuan had given Little Tentacle over the past several dozen hours. It was quite fitting.

Tang Chuan sat up from the beanbag chair and said, "Chiliu, go play somewhere else. You can't even talk, and you're ugly as sin. What use are you?"

Chiliu was the contact method Meatball had left behind. Even now, Tang Chuan had yet to develop any attribute on him that could be used for "communication."

So Tang Chuan could only treat him as some kind of unusual pet for the time being.

The vague sensation in his mind also told Tang Chuan that the true forms of Main Gods could not be probed at will. This was a Main God's bottom line; not even their own kind could touch it.

Thus, Tang Chuan was not worried that Chiliu would relay his situation to Meatball and make him suspicious of Tang Chuan's identity.

Over this period, Tang Chuan had shown his inner journey without any concealment, from the bewilderment of extreme emptiness to rationally forcing himself into restraint.

Seeing that Tang Chuan was no longer murmuring his sorrow in his sleep, Chiliu tactfully left his side and began exploring the limited space around them.

He was just like a puppy with boundless curiosity.

Tang Chuan let out another long sigh and gazed troubledly beyond the cabin at the dazzling starry sky, unchanged yet seemingly ever-changing.

During this time, he had woken twice. Though it was difficult to judge the passage of time in the depths of space,

he knew by instinct that he had drifted through the universe for at least forty-eight hours.

Based on his shallow knowledge and understanding, Tang Chuan had formed an uncertain guess about his current situation.

At some unknown time, without realizing it, he had inexplicably inherited the legacy of the God of Calamity and Terror.

And the black crystal in his mind was the Divine Core of the Calamity Supreme God.

The Divine Core contained the memories that had originally belonged to the Calamity Supreme God.

Those memories were as vast as a sea of stars, far beyond what his meager brain could bear.

So the Calamity Supreme God's memories had been stored within the Divine Core. Only when Tang Chuan thought of something would a flash of insight extract the relevant memory.

This also explained why Tang Chuan would occasionally come up with ideas he had never known before, and why he understood higher-dimensional syllables and could communicate seamlessly with the Main Gods.

But his primary consciousness had been an ordinary human for twenty-three years. His understanding of everything in the universe was practically a blank sheet of paper, making it difficult to trigger the memories in his mind that would be useful to him.

For example, Tang Chuan wanted to return home. The memories sealed in his mind vaguely and indistinctly told him that there were at least tens of millions of ways to easily send him back.

But because the conceptual scope of the thought I want to return home was simply too broad,

it could not draw out a clear method from the depths of his memories that would precisely solve the problem.

This left Tang Chuan troubled and helpless.

But...

Could I use a Fantasy Weapon to gradually build a way to achieve my goal of returning home?

Fantasy Weapon—apart from Meatball behind Chiliu, this was the only thing Tang Chuan could rely on now.

Perhaps asking it to teleport him back out of thin air was asking too much.

But if I made proper use of something this powerful, perhaps it could become the bridge that brought me back to my homeland, or at least one part of that bridge.

Artificial Intelligence!

With his limited way of thinking, Tang Chuan immediately thought of this.

The high-tech creations in science fiction films usually had their own Artificial Intelligence. Though Artificial Intelligence was created by humans, it could help humans accomplish things that ordinary mortal minds could never achieve!

Once this vague idea appeared in his mind, it stirred the Fantasy Attribute connected to him.

After confirming his idea, Tang Chuan could feel that the Fantasy Attribute consumed only a tiny portion of itself before a Blue Orb appeared before the Shuttle's main control console.

The orb bloomed like a flower bud, and a blurry Blue Humanoid Light stepped out from within.

As Tang Chuan refined the details of the humanoid light in his mind, it eventually became a tall, long-haired woman with classically Germanic features, nearly tangible like a blue energy body.

The classical beauty smiled at Tang Chuan and said, "Master, please grant me a name."

Tang Chuan knew that this was the Artificial Intelligence projection he had evolved through his own logic, consuming Fantasy Attribute!

This Artificial Intelligence projection would continually refine her behavioral logic over the course of interacting with him, adapting to his thoughts and becoming his capable assistant.

And because this was an Artificial Intelligence conceived from his own life experiences, she naturally possessed forms of expression he was familiar with, such as his homeland's decimal system, as well as distinctly human idioms, poetry, and other embellishments.

At that moment, Tang Chuan felt as though he had seen a ray of dawn. At last, a flicker of excitement rose within him as he said,

"Quintessa! From this moment onward, until I am buried in the sea of stars, your name shall remain unchanging: Quintessa!"

Quintessa tilted her head. Her wavy hair cascaded down like a waterfall as she replied with intellectual elegance, "Understood, Master. Quintessa shall be my enduring name. However, if you are buried in the sea of stars, I too will cease to exist."

Tang Chuan nodded and tested her. "Quintessa, scan how long I have been in the Main Universe."

In an instant.

Quintessa glanced at Tang Chuan, then frowned. "Based on the mental impressions you conveyed and your physical condition, counting from the Main God Hall, you have been in the Main Universe for a full seventy-eight hours. Your endocrine system is already imbalanced, and you are in a severe subhealthy state. You... should meet some humans. Communicating with your own kind may fundamentally improve your current decadent mindset and physical condition."