Chapter 494: David
As time was gradually pushed back to a previous moment, beneath the stone tower, Margaret, Chuan, Tang Zeming Asuka, Mikhail, and Gouwen had come down early to celebrate.
Looking at the settlement below, which was illuminated by bonfires and candles, accompanied by cheerful cheers and songs, a faint smile appeared on Chuan’s face. At that moment, it seemed he had found what he wanted, which brought him a sense of satisfaction.
Of course, although the name is the Ideal Nation, there are still many real issues to face. For example, there are numerous conflicts between the settlements migrating to this country; as the saying goes, where there are living beings, there are conflicts. Even if Chuan has ensured they are well-fed and well-watered, dissatisfaction can still arise from something as minor as someone stealing a glance or a single sentence inciting a quarrel.
Chuan had no good solutions for this; he could only use his mythical being’s power to resolve it, just as he had addressed the previous issue of material scarcity.
But at least, it seemed to have been resolved quite well.
“Chuan, everyone is very happy tonight; let’s share some wine with them.”
At that moment, Margaret suddenly said.
“Now? But my mother is about to complete her reincarnation as the king in just a few days. Although we have made rapid progress with the help of that little girl, there is a chance my mother might finish ahead of schedule. I have already seen the Eye Trees that my siblings have sent over from outside the nation. It’s better to be cautious at such a critical moment; many races enjoy good wine, and if something were to happen…”
Margaret smiled and shook her head. After hesitating for a moment, she gently held the wrist of the elf before her.
“But this war has nothing to do with them, right? As long as we stay clear-headed, they don’t know anything. Today is the first holiday I’ve celebrated in this world. I have no more attachments to my previous world; my family and friends have all passed away, which is why I refused their trade.
“I no longer have a home, Chuan; this will be my home from now on. As my family, I hope they can enjoy a bit of happiness in the coming days. Your mother’s conflict is unavoidable, and once we collapse, how will they escape? Therefore, even if we ultimately fail, they can leave this world after experiencing joy.”
Even though she was a mythical being among elves, when the human woman of zero rank touched him, his body still stiffened unnaturally.
He did not let go of Margaret’s hand. He had heard of the tragic past of this unfortunate Trans, and she sympathized with his situation among the compatriots of the Tree Continent. They had both experienced suffering, so they could understand each other.
“Alright.”
“What? Is there wine to drink?”
The “Conf” Gouwen, who had been nearby, immediately came over with a smile upon hearing about the wine. He patted his chest and boasted,
“My drinking capacity is top-notch within the four seas; whatever good wine you have, bring it out quickly!”
In the next second, Chuan raised his hand, and thick, hollow branches slowly grew from the ground. As those branches sprouted, you could even hear the sound of liquid striking the surface of the wood, accompanied by the rich and pleasant aroma of wine, causing both Gouwen and Mikhail to swallow hard.
“Please enjoy, everyone; it’s a holiday today; everyone should be a bit happier.”
Chuan’s voice spread through the space of the Ideal Nation below. Consequently, amid the dim night, cheers of different individuals, settlements, and races soon resonated. With the company of good wine, the atmosphere here was elevated even further.
Mikhail and Gouwen were preparing to fetch some fine wine, and Tang Zeming Asuka, in a daze, was about to follow them. However, she was stopped by Margaret behind her.
“Asuka, if you’re still underage, you can’t drink.”
“I know! I’m going to distribute some Easter eggs to the children.”
“Wait, didn’t you sew a really ugly rabbit for your teacher? Did you forget to give it to him?”
“Ah! Right! But it’s not ugly! I think it looks quite nice. After I give out the Easter eggs to the kids, I’ll take it to Fisher-sensei. I was so nervous when I brought the food I made to him before; hee hee, I don’t even know if Fisher-sensei likes it. Now I’m off, Margaret!”
Margaret smiled and waved at her, only lowering her hand after watching the three of them slowly walk away.
Then, she turned her gaze back to the elf beside her.
“Chuan, shall we have a couple of drinks too? Usually, we drink at this time.”
“Alright, Margaret.”
Chuan nodded, watching Margaret eagerly go to fetch the wine. Unconsciously, the corners of his mouth lifted as he gazed at the night wind for a long time.
“Hahaha, how about another drink with me?”
“Hey, you’re a bit weak, seem to have kidney issues; you look quite frail, my friend.”
“Don’t move! I’m already married, with a wife at home who obeys me entirely. Don’t cause trouble.”
Mikhail held a cup of wine as he sat beneath the roof of a wooden hut. It seemed to be a settlement called “Dog People,” roughly equivalent to humans but generally shorter and not as strong. Yet the female dog people’s long ears and short tails were rather cute; if Fisher were here, he would definitely like them.
Mikhail thought this while taking a light sip of wine, in stark contrast to Gouwen, who was completely letting loose and drinking with the dog people.
His mind must have been scrambled, but even so, he hadn’t forgotten his loyalty to his previously mentioned wife, showing that he hadn’t been entirely messed up.
“Has that whale person become an idiot?”
At that moment, a surreal voice suddenly echoed in Mikhail’s ear, an indistinct source, which, upon careful listening, sounded exactly like the neutral voice of the archangel Michael, who oversees the Fifth Day in the Holy Realm.
Yes, during this time, fearing that Michael might not be able to manage the artificial intelligence technology he left behind, he requested Michael to implant a message in his eyes for remote communication, hoping to maintain long-distance contact.
However, Mikhail hadn’t expected that Michael had seemingly held back a bit; he could actually share vision through his prosthetic eye and see what he saw.
Because of this, they often ended up discussing matters unrelated to their research, like now.
“I don’t know. He went out with Fisher earlier and came back like this. He’s a doctor himself, and when I suggested he check himself, he said he was fine; Fisher had just woken up, and I didn’t have time to ask, so it’s just like this for now. But apart from becoming a bit… not afraid of death, it seems he hasn’t changed much.”
“Ha, a doctor cannot treat himself, and his body does indeed have issues, but I don’t know what else could be the reason.”
“Can you really gather this much information just from my perspective? Just as expected of the archangel. Speaking of which, I noticed you didn’t give me any prompts when you shared vision with me. Next time, could you give me a heads-up when you share vision? Don’t just leave me in the dark.”
“Do you have an opinion?”
“I’m just worried you might see something inappropriate. I would feel very awkward.”
“Ha, mere mortal body. In the two times you went mad, I treated you both times; you can bet I know exactly what you have seen. Moreover, many of my holy relics have x-ray functions; even if you wear clothes to hide it from me, I can still see everything clearly.”
“Why does that feel a bit perverted?”
“Looking for death?”
“…”
Mikhail took a sip of wine and fell silent, while Michael also seemed to fall into silence without continuing the conversation.
“About…”
“That over there.”
After a long wait, just as Mikhail was about to speak again, the surreal voice suddenly chimed in, colliding at that moment.
That side didn’t speak up, but Mikhail gentlemanly opened his mouth.
“You go ahead.”
“What’s the situation over there?”
“What about it?”
“The tears of the World Tree.”
Michael seemed a bit impatient, his explanation couldn’t even be condensed to a single term, but Mikhail understood the meaning; he was inquiring about the progress of obtaining the tears of the World Tree.
Mikhail took a sip of wine and shrugged as he said, “It’s close. In exchange for obtaining the tears of the World Tree, that Margaret wants us Trans to help her control the loom. But basically, it has nothing to do with me; it’s all Chuan’s achievement. According to Margaret, she seems to be more sensitive to the loom of fate. Earlier, Chuan was tired, and I was considering helping out, but not only did the progress not speed up, I ended up hindering it.”
“I understand. So that Trans is actually using the chaos buried inside you Trans to help her control the loom?”
“That’s about it; I don’t really understand the principles, but if that’s the case, then why can Chuan do it and I can’t? Am I lacking that so-called… chaos inside me?”
“Fool, because the amount and type of chaos in your bodies are different. I checked you before; the amount of chaos in that woman’s body is far more than yours, probably more than a hundred times. That Trans named Fisher also doesn’t have as much as her but six or seventy times more than you.”
“Turns out I’m the weakest one.”
Mikhail laughed lightly and took a sip of wine, but did not show any signs of disappointment.
He didn’t even know what this “chaos” was; regardless of what form his existence took in this world, he still remained the same, incomparable to these strong beings here.
Moreover, although Chuan had such a large amount of whatever… chaos in him, throughout their journey, they were always taken care of by Fisher and Gouwen. This showed that the amount of chaos was a completely unrelated factor, possibly only useful during special moments, like controlling the loom of fate.
“As long as you know.”
Michael’s words were characteristically hurtful, and Mikhail had gotten used to it, but then his inquiries came again.
“How old were you before coming to this world?”
“How old? Let me think… well, I can’t remember; probably around thirty-eight or thirty-nine, a bit young for you, I guess.”
“Idiot, don’t compare your life span concept to ours.”
“Right, right, my fault.”
After a brief pause, Michael’s voice came through again.
“The issue is, from the first time you arrived in the Holy Realm, I made a record when I treated you. When I treated you again earlier, I also made a record, and I found that there has been no change in the life factors in your body.”
“Life factors? I don’t understand, so…”
“So, the chaos causes you not to comply with certain rules here, such as lifespans. You should know that even the life factors of angels change over time, although very minutely; let alone for you humans, whose lives are as fleeting as mayflies. A few years should cause significant changes in your life factors, but you haven’t.”
Mikhail’s action of drinking halted slightly, and he then repeated in disbelief, “You mean… our lifespans have become very long?”
“Not that your lifespan has lengthened, but that it has been **frozen**. You will most likely retain the state you arrived in this world until killed or changed by other factors. The fact that you previously got sick and injured has already proved this.”
“How amazing.”
Mikhail took another sip of wine, momentarily unable to recover from the shock of suddenly becoming “immortal.” He had not anticipated achieving something even the top talents of the biggest companies in his original world had failed to accomplish so easily.
Well, although this was after he failed in a self-destructive assault and crossed into another world, it couldn’t be said to be unfortunate.
“Ha… hahahaha.”
“Fool, what are you laughing about? Have you become as crazy as that whale person?”
“Hahaha, no, it’s just that you don’t know— in my original world, a small number of people would spend a lifetime’s worth of wealth just to live one more year, one more month, one more day, one more second, and I accomplished the thing they dreamed of without doing anything. It seems God has opened their eyes; good people get good rewards.”
“Ha, boring.”
“You’re not from our world, so of course, you won’t understand. Just like you don’t understand, but I look at Chuan, whole and intact, as a normal human, and how envious that makes me. I once vowed that if I had a child with my wife, I would surely create an environment where they could live without implanting prosthetics.”
The cup of wine was already finished, but in the hazy light, it still reflected Mikhail’s somewhat lonely eyes at that moment.
“Too bad, there’s no more opportunity.”
He went to refill another cup of wine, and the surreal voice in his ear did not continue this topic but turned to ask him,
“Just now, what did you want to say?”
“What? What should I say?”
“You let me speak first; what about you? Did your words get swallowed?”
“Oh, I remember now.”
Mikhail took a sip of wine and patted his head while saying,
“It’s nothing much, just wanted to ask about your research progress. There’s no hardware like in my world here; even the computer is just the micro-computer in my eye which can’t bear computation power, so I guess there will be some difficulties in the subsequent calculation steps.”
“Is that it?”
“Ah, yeah.”
Mikhail suddenly recalled that in the past four days, he seemed to have been discussing the artificial intelligence issue with Michael every day. The key was that he himself didn’t have any effort in it, just directing from below, which made him feel a bit embarrassed.
“…It has been completed.”
“It’s fine; even so? It’s done?”
Mikhail was once again stunned. Earlier, Michael hadn’t asked him anything at all; it was all him talking. He thought Michael couldn’t do it without hardware assistance since he was writing methods related to computers in the scrolls.
“More or less; I don’t know what tool you’re referring to, but as long as I know the rough methods and logic, it’s fine. I created another item to assist in calculation and reaction with the Gospel and machinery, and it seems to work quite well; it can now engage in simple conversation and can serve as a basic auxiliary tool connected to your prosthesis, you can try it later.”
“I can’t believe it.”
Mikhail could no longer maintain his composure. Although he had already known that the angel was at a much higher life level than humans, he hadn’t expected that even the most proud patented technology from his world’s Candle Dragon Company could be easily broken down by Michael.
Don’t be fooled into thinking that the structure of this world is simple; that’s only for other races. These two mythical races are far superior to the others.
“Boring. Don’t underestimate angels. But when you connect it for inspection later, be careful. It doesn’t have complete autonomous awareness yet; having it help with tasks will still add extra load to your prosthetic. You are aware of what happened the last two times; both times I treated you for free, and if there’s a third time… heh.”
Mikhail smiled wryly; though the other could only see his perspective, he still nodded in agreement.
Then he seemed to think of something else.
“By the way, what about the name? Have you thought of a name for that AI?”
“A name?”
Michael’s calm voice unusually rippled with a hint of disturbance. After a moment of silence, he appeared to be pondering hard.
But Mikhail was not surprised; he had noticed long ago that Michael was not good at naming.
Just look at the holy relics he created, all of which have strange names—Moon Sail, Toy, Scythe, Sun Ring…
Michael was indeed a complete naming failure.
“If you don’t mind, how about calling it ‘David’?”
“David? What kind of nonsense is this?”
“It’s just a name of a person from our world. If you don’t mind, since this thing was created by you, you can choose another name if you want.”
“Giving such a thing a person’s name? Fool.”
Mikhail took a sip of wine and smiled, while Gouwen in the distance, after achieving the glorious record of “five bowls,” directly fell to the ground and lay there motionless, amusing the dog people surrounding him.
“I once promised my wife that if we had a boy, we would name him David; if it was a girl, we would call her Lucy. But I prefer boys, so…”
“Ha, whatever, let’s call it David; I don’t care about the name of the creation.”
“Thank you, Michael.”
Over there, there was no response for a long time, as if the archangel had already lost contact.
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