[This is a Blasphemous Object.]
[It existed here for endless ages, and a race specializing in magical technology studied it for just as long. At last, researchers of this race found a way to forcibly draw out a portion of its inaccessible power, using it as the Guardian's energy core.]
[The Guardian protected the Civilization Image within the research institute. Its final order was to allow no being to enter this place until the race had won its war against the gods.]
[It stood guard for endless ages.]
[Even as its body decayed, even as its will turned to ash.]
[Yet through the power of the fragment within its body, it still remembered that final command.]
[You deceived it.]
[The Demon's whisper made this loyal machine believe that the race it guarded had won.]
[You freed it.]
[The soft words of Bewitchment released it from the shackles called duty that had bound it for endless ages.]
[Will you pick up this fragment?]
[If you pick it up...]
[That will mean making enemies of the gods.]
[You will blaspheme against the gods!]
[Are you certain you want to do such a thing?!]
Light Screens appeared around Ye Qiyan, one after another.
Each bore words filled with questions.
These Light Screens surrounded him, as though trying to bind Ye Qiyan at their center.
Written words were silent speech.
Speech could influence people's hearts.
"Heh."
A soft chuckle.
All the Light Screens vanished in an instant.
The two Blasphemy Cards, Anchor and Judgment Enforcer, hovered on either side of Ye Qiyan's body.
He reached toward the fragment submerged in the ashes.
Black ashes lifted the fragment, and amid the soaring, stirring strains of Sonata that only Ye Qiyan could hear, it settled into his palm.
The sound vanished.
A dark red System Light