Chapter 655: 133. Strange Mechanism
“.”
After receiving a response from Azanros’s avatar, Fisher blinked, momentarily speechless.
Perhaps when he met his old friend Cidi, a subhuman girl enthusiast, in the Demon Dynasty, and saw the various items she had left in her hideout, Fisher had already speculated about the relationship between her and himself. However, at this moment, seeing Azanros’s avatar mention this term again evoked some sentiments in him.
He probably could not have been born from a subhuman girl enthusiast, but there was no denying that the source of his life was inextricably linked to her.
So, in this sense, she could indeed be considered his mother?
Fisher did not know and could only speak to Azanros’s avatar to seek an answer.
“Is she really my mother?”
But after he spoke, Azanros’s avatar remained unmoved; it was then that he was reminded again that the avatar could not understand his language. He had no choice but to once again translate his thoughts into words through the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans for the tentacle to read, and then it wrote them out for Fisher to copy and translate.
In any case, this was a very cumbersome process, but soon Fisher realized that this tentacle could also see the existence of the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans. He just needed to write on the handbook to facilitate translation activities, making the process slightly more efficient and allowing for smoother communication.
“Is she really my mother?”
“What do you think?”
“I don’t understand.”
“She created you for some unknown reasons, granting you a soul and life. However, you were indeed not born in the usual way, as she didn’t have XX, nor could she choose which subhuman woman to wed. She always said that only children make choices, and for her, who can enjoy both genders, not being born from anyone’s womb is good news.”
“That’s too…”
Fisher did not manage to finish the adjective before he was stuck halfway through writing it down, as he hesitated to criticize her. After careful thought, it seemed that what he had done was even more nonsensical, so he couldn’t really scold himself either.
“Then, where is she now? Is she still alive?”
“I don’t know.”
Looking at the simple line of text on the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans, Fisher raised an eyebrow, but the tentacle kept moving on the handbook, writing more words,
“I was split off from the authority granted by her. After she placed me in a box for you, I lost track of her.”
So, was it possible that the subhuman girl enthusiast had already died?
Fisher still remembered seeing a large number of bloody limbs in the room where he obtained this tentacle, so it was not hard to imagine what torments she had suffered in the last period. Hence, he could not ascertain her whereabouts at that moment.
However, Fisher was almost certain that the main reason for her earlier miserable state was related to the chaos invading this world.
But because of this, the questions Fisher originally wanted to ask were eclipsed by an even bigger doubt:
“But shouldn’t she, like me, have been wrapped in a secret blessing? If so, even if she read about the content in other completion handbooks, she shouldn’t be affected by the chaos power. How did the chaos capable of harming her come into play?”
In response, the tentacle hesitated for a moment. Fisher could clearly sense that its writing movements had become patently slow. After a while, the words on the Supplement Handbook began to emerge again from its writing,
“There are some powerful deities who can detect any mention of their corresponding titles, even in the ‘secret’ shelter. For thousands of years, she was safe under the protection of the blessings, until one day she deciphered the truth of the Apocalypse Prophecy and pronounced the corresponding title, leading to her catastrophic fate. Although she preserved her life, she is always being eroded by chaos.”
A powerful deity capable of piercing through even secret blessings?
At this moment, a chilling thought suddenly crossed his mind. An idea surged to the forefront of his thoughts, prompting him to pick up his pen to inquire the tentacle about a potential clue related to this powerful deity.
However, just when he began to write “Diane” in Nali script, he recalled its earlier caution, worrying that even mentioning that name might lead to discovery.
Thus, he cleverly changed his question and asked the tentacle,
“Were you afraid yesterday morning?”
This question was somewhat cunning as it circumvented directly discussing the identity of the ambiguous inner court official. Still, as Azanros’s avatar, those ordinary intruding chaos should not have provoked excessive vigilance, and if it admitted to being scared, Fisher could confirm the power behind that inner court official.
“.”
The tentacle hesitated for a while before reluctantly writing in the book,
“. Yes.”
And this indirectly indicated that the inner court official Diane was likely connected to the powerful deity that invaded this world.
This was troublesome.
Elizabeth’s prosthetic eye had issues, and her inner court official was a lackey of a deity, while the girl he had brought back was the chosen base for life chaos.
The Golden Palace was letting in too much wind, and at that moment, Fisher, who found himself in a warm room, suddenly felt a chill, with only the small tentacle by his side providing him a scant sense of security.
Fisher dared not ask more about this matter, fearing he might retrace the old path of the subhuman girl enthusiast. Fortunately, he hadn’t forgotten the original purpose of this conversation with the tentacle.
He rewrote his needs on the paper, needing to use extraordinary powers to research the treasure of life, hoping it could provide answers, and the tentacle indeed gave Fisher a detailed response.
First of all, what Fisher mentioned could indeed be done.
Theoretically, he could actively control the switch of the blessing, the objects covered, the scope, and the degree, and use extraordinary powers under the wrapping of the blessing, adding hidden powers to other people or things.
But there was a key issue: according to this tentacle’s own statement, it was still incomplete. It needed to recover the powers of the secret blessings previously dispersed and used by the subhuman girl enthusiast, enabling the gradual removal of the restrictions on the blessings.
Otherwise, before that, the blessings would be in an uncontrollable full-power state. The tentacle listed some specific places for Fisher, and fortunately, these unrecovered blessings were mostly within Nali.
It seemed the subhuman girl enthusiast had been near Nali before her disappearance, which provided Fisher an opportunity; he could later let Elizabeth directly take him there.
“Click!”
However, just when Fisher gathered key information from the tentacle, a faint sound of collision suddenly rang from outside the window.
He genuinely worried that upon looking up, he would see “Diane” smiling and waving at him from outside, which would indeed be a horror story.
Nothing was more terrifying than being discovered by another deity that Azanros could not resist.
But fortunately, beyond the window, there was only the faint morning sunlight, not that terrifying figure.
Could it be that he misheard?
After returning to normal, his hearing wasn’t what it used to be. Sometimes, a slight rustle might even be mistakenly perceived as a hallucination due to his inattentive thoughts.
Yet Fisher immediately closed the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans that he was using to communicate with the tentacle and carefully approached the window to survey the situation outside.
Not knowing what to expect, he was taken aback upon looking.
Just as he stood by the window, he suddenly spotted a mechanism seemingly used to monitor the airspace of the Golden Palace descending and hovering at a low altitude outside the window, examining the interior.
Nevertheless, even though Fisher stood behind the window in front of this mechanism, it still did not see him.
Was it Elizabeth?
“Elizabeth?”
Fisher opened the window, viewing this mechanism as Elizabeth’s “eye” scrutinizing him from the front courtyard. Just as Fisher had earlier guessed, when he subconsciously considered the mechanism in front of him as Elizabeth’s “eye,” it unexpectedly saw his presence through the blessing.
“Beep beep!”
The mechanism was startled, even rolling awkwardly in midair, making Fisher chuckle a bit.
However, soon, the flying mechanism quickly rushed towards him. Fisher was momentarily taken aback and gently opened his hands. Sure enough, the mechanism dove right into his embrace, as if wanting to hug him.
Fisher was slightly surprised, lifting the mechanism and raising it a bit, smiling as he said,
“Didn’t you just leave? Now you miss me again? And how did you manage to manipulate this mechanism so skillfully?”
Previously, Fisher had seen how Elizabeth used the ring on her hand to control mechanisms, but even using her method was only about issuing commands to the mechanisms. However, this monitoring mechanism felt incredibly nimble, as if she was borrowing its senses, which was very magical.
“.”
But upon hearing Fisher’s words, the Golden Palace monitoring mechanism merely raised its head to look at him, remaining silent.
This silence was actually understandable, as this sort of mechanism did not have any sound-emitting devices, but for some reason, it was no longer moving, seemingly just watching him. This made Fisher feel puzzled, and he called out again,
“Elizabeth?”
“.”
To his surprise, after he mentioned that name, the mechanism he held became even stiffer and motionless, as if the mechanism glowing with moonstone light had suddenly crashed, paralyzed in place.
What was up with this mechanism?
Was the technology of the angels too sophisticated for the Nali to fully comprehend?
That was possible; earlier, Fisher noticed that humans typically operated mechanisms at a close distance using some remote devices. However, he clearly remembered that during his time in the Ideal Nation, Michael could command the early prototypes of mechanisms to fly down and save people from the Holy Realm remotely.
Although this was certainly related to the artificial intelligence “David” within the mechanisms, it highlighted the significant gap between the mechanisms currently used by the Nali and the technology of the angels from hundreds of years ago.
Fisher looked at the stunned mechanism, thinking that perhaps something had gone wrong on Elizabeth’s end, making it unable to be controlled momentarily. Thus, he disregarded its reaction, cradled the dazed mechanism in his arms, and brought it back into his sleeping quarters, also closing the window.
Who knew if Elizabeth was busy handling business while meeting with those ministers, using the mechanism for a brief diversion? He decided it was better to temporarily return this seemingly malfunctioning mechanism. He was not an expert in repairs; he would discuss it with Elizabeth when she returned.
As for now…
He should go check on Alicia and Emhart to see if he could get a bit of progress on the research of the “treasure,” even just a little, while unable to utilize extraordinary powers.
Fisher placed the seemingly malfunctioning mechanism on the breakfast table behind him while he felt his newly changed clothes were ill-fitted, removing his shirt to change into another.
He did not realize that as he shed his clothes, the camera on the surface of the seemingly malfunctioning mechanism continued to turn, following his voice and watching him undress, revealing his toned muscles and the pink kiss marks scattered across his skin.
Once Fisher had changed clothes, he prepared to step out to find Alicia and Emhart. He turned off the lights in his sleeping quarters and walked towards the door, but suddenly, he heard a “beep beep” sound coming from behind him.
Turning around, he noticed that the malfunctioning mechanism, for some reason, was floating up again, slowly trailing behind him.
“Elizabeth? Have you fixed it?”
“.”
Once again, it remained silent, even becoming utterly still, just following Fisher behind him.
What was going on? Why was this mechanism becoming increasingly strange? What was happening?
Fisher furrowed his brows, feeling increasingly uneasy about the mechanism in front of him, planning to step forward to investigate. He even toyed with the idea of disassembling it for further study, but outside the door, Emhart’s voice grew ever closer.
“No, no, there was something wrong with Alicia last night! Ouch!”
“Mr. Book!”
Was something wrong with Alicia again?
Fisher’s movement towards the mechanism halted, and he turned to open the door to his sleeping quarters. He saw Alicia standing outside, unharmed, and Emhart in her arms, shouting and looking very anxious.
“Shh, what’s wrong?”
Fisher raised a finger to gesture for silence while cautiously surveying the surroundings to ensure that the maid Diane was not nearby. Upon seeing that no one was behind them, he looked at Alicia, who was biting her lip, and Emhart, who seemed to want to say something.
“Last night… ouch, you don’t know, she seemed to have that weird dream again! You won’t believe what I saw!! I witnessed her body morphing while asleep! It was like… oh, hard to describe. Just all sorts of strange and bizarre things that didn’t belong to a human sprouting from her body! And she was talking in her sleep the whole time!”
Emhart looked at Fisher nervously, mimicking what Alicia said in her sleep.
“What did she say, uh, ‘There isn’t enough time,’ ‘It is about to descend.’ Isn’t that frightening?!”
“Big brother!”
Fisher looked at Alicia, who also lowered her head with a sad expression. Clearly, she was completely unable to control herself, and even if Emhart hadn’t brought it up, she wouldn’t have known what happened last night.
While Fisher was focused entirely on Alicia before him, the bizarre mechanism floating behind remained completely still, its camera attentively watching Fisher’s back.
Not long before, in a spacious secret office, or rather, a kind of workshop isolated by mountains and seas thousands of miles away in the Northern Region, countless strands of light in a micro-blue hue were swirling within, illuminating the numerous scattered parts of mechanisms piled up within.
Among those parts, a large data cable wound its way, connecting to a simply assembled metal chair.
At this moment, a tall woman with white hair, displaying unmistakable Sardinian features yet resembling a dashing gentleman, sat in that metal reclining chair. She wore a pair of mechanism headset glasses linked to a thick data cable below, seemingly watching something through the glasses.
As she watched, the Sardinian woman tightened her fair fingers, blushing slightly against her snow-white skin.
What appeared in her glasses was her beloved’s figure after shedding clothing.
Yet on that robust frame, numerous pink lip prints and kiss marks marred it, making her heart nearly stop, causing her to gasp for breath.
She remembered very well her feelings when she was beside Fisher. She cherished Fisher and wished to express her love in the gentlest of ways.
Afraid to hurt or discomfort him, she was cautious even when touching him, terrified of harming him or shattering him.
But why, why could other women act so recklessly with him?
“Fisher, what on earth have you experienced there?”
Captain Alagina felt pity for Fisher, suspecting he was forced into this state, as Valentina also said he was captured by that Nali Empress.
She longed to speak, to express her thoughts about him, but the connected mechanism had no speaking function. She could only listen to Fisher as he looked at “her” and curiously said,
“Didn’t you just leave? Now you miss me again? And how did you manage to manipulate this mechanism so skillfully?”
“.”
“Elizabeth?”
“.”
Alagina couldn’t voice her thoughts but merely clenched her fingers tighter and tighter on the steel chair, as if the mere mention of Fisher’s name caused increasingly clear fluctuations.
But she still couldn’t manifest her emotions, just silently following him, watching his every move within the Golden Palace.
Fisher surely didn’t know that it was her watching him, right?
How could he know?
She was no longer the same person as before. Not only had she secretly learned so much knowledge about mechanisms from “David” in that spirit realm sanctuary, but she could also apply them in reality.
Moreover, since the network connecting mechanisms had been shut down for so long, he probably still thought those mechanisms were under that so-called Elizabeth’s control. Alagina had spent a long time restarting the network connection, and even then, it was just this one mechanism.
This made it clear that Fisher was always under Elizabeth’s watch, even to the point where he had been forced to accept it, having to put on a brave face and play along when he saw the mechanism monitoring him.
It was hard to imagine what kind of suffering Fisher was enduring over there.
Alagina gritted her teeth, yet still could not express anything through the monitoring mechanism, only playing the role of that “strange mechanism” from a thousand miles away, conveying her longing and concern.
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