Little Treasury

A life—a manufactured artificial life-form. From birth to death, their sole purpose was to maintain pure faith in Eve Harkins.

How much was this like the Middle Ages?

Only, the witches had taken it even further.

Countless robots like these were manufactured and armed. The moment a fleeting spark of nascent intelligence truly emerged through their electronic circuits and databases, that intelligence was erased.

/IF,Int...]≠Eks201],Delete[01,02,10]

Whenever code appeared in the databases of these profane golems that was not a prayer to Eve Harkins, the robot would be [restarted], everything deleted, and rebooted. Their existence was merely that of remote faith batteries, supplying Eve Harkins with an unending stream of the power of faith.

There was nothing else.

Jiang Han had no idea why her luck had led her here.

She merely instinctively—instinctively—felt a trace of nausea.

Even witches could not accept something so blasphemous. Especially when considering that the thought code of these profane golems might have been modeled after witches' own thought code—it was all the more intolerable.

"This hardly counts as lucky," she muttered, heading down toward the doorway while snapping a few photos of the place. This was serious evidence of a crime!

Could it be that my luck led me here to record this evidence, then hand it over to the witches for a reward? Sounds a bit like being a paparazzo... After making that joke, Jiang Han stepped directly into the corridor beyond the door.

Still, no witches appeared. The ghost witches had most likely partied hard yesterday and were probably all resting.

Following the icy passage onward, she came upon a fork in the road.

Signs hung on either side:

[Testing Ground] [Finishing Room]

Jiang Han chose the left path toward the Finishing Room and carefully walked in.

There was no terminal at the