Chapter 48 The Golem's Memory tushumi.cc

A series of sounds rang out in the darkness, like the rapid smacking of pursed lips. They were very soft, but the tone was off; in any case, a golem could not possibly make such a sound.

Could it be alive?

When Beris looked again, everything became clear: the ancient creator gods were floating, gazing sideways ahead.

These creator gods were all beautiful and clear in every part. They seemed to be standing on or sitting in the air, their elegant bodies swinging like swings in the air.

Suddenly, Biris's soul also rose to the same height as them, looking down at his own body from the sky.

But what he saw was not himself, but a Mark II.

It's like standing in the imagined silence of an incredible world, through the atmosphere, where various dust particles, scattered shadows, smoke, and optical traps move in strange disguises, flashing with incomprehensible light, their appearance unrecognizable.

This is the process of creating the Mark II.

Creators of all shapes and sizes dwell in the star-studded sky. Some have grown thousands of blue feathers, some have sweet voices, and some have ferocious faces, half angel and half demon.

They came to another world, and then left, creating golems to guard their own tombs.

Some ordinary hairless apes began to appear, and nothing could stop their evolution. When matter composed of celestial bodies that had never been encountered before collided with the planet, life began to mutate. Only species adapted to magic survived and began to develop in multiple branches.

This is what Billis saw through the portal of time and space.

Billis didn't want to overcomplicate what he saw; he only cared about one thing: how to extend the time of the time portal and shorten the interval between its use.

In addition, Billis discovered a pattern: the earlier the history shown by the time portal, the longer it takes to open.

Without a doubt, the timeline that has been opened this time has been traced back to the origin of life. At that time, the other world did not have humans, elves, orcs, dwarves, angels, or demons.

One second in the doorway is roughly equivalent to one day in the outside world, so Billis has the opportunity to explore more strange places: a layer of nebulous matter of unknown nature, a small, indistinct flat area, or a fog containing a large amount of minerals, or ugly and meaningless caves—these are all places he wants to go today.

The incredibly realistic background, the now-vanished place—Biris may have sensed something similar to a dream, yet this dream did not belong to him.

The so-called portal to time and space refers to the golem's memories, a lesson Billis learned through this journey through the portal.

"You're back?"

Lisa carefully adjusted the stand-in workbench, pulling her husband's soul back into his original body.

"Hey darling, guess what I saw?"

"beauty."

"Guess again?"

"Anyway, it wasn't me."

"What's wrong, Madam?"

Lisa's wings were dark red on the upper part and dark yellow on the lower part, separated by a white line.

"Ah! You're sick?" Billis grabbed the lady's hand and warmed it against his chest. "You shouldn't get too close to Elsa. You're fire, she's ice, and there's a conflict between you two."

“But, Beris, if the Demon Pillar really awakens, she must learn to protect herself.”

"Isn't there still me? I'm trying to communicate with the golem, develop new abilities, and send the wizards and their magic pillars to hell."

"This is precisely one of the factors that makes me uneasy. My dear, you are, after all, a half-reincarnated being who engages in a dangerous profession. I train Aisha so that she can help you, and as for me, I will do everything in my power..."

Billie hurriedly covered Lisa's mouth with his own.

Just as the two were about to do something intimate, a large, rock-like object crashed into the pond beside them, instantly enveloping the courtyard in a thin veil of steam.

Such moisture indicates that the stone was not a stone at all, but a piece of ice.

"Is it Elsa?"

Billis reluctantly released his wife and walked to the observation deck.

The piece of ice that had fallen into the courtyard looked like a large ear of corn, thick at the top and narrow at the bottom, just the height of an adult.

The weather was calm, spring clouds floated in the sky, and sunlight swept across the towering towers. Elsa was sleeping in her princess room.

So what's the deal with this piece of ice?

When Billis heard a cough coming from the courtyard, he suddenly remembered something, his face turned red, and he ran angrily into the courtyard, kicking the ice a few times.

There were some bruises on the ice, just like bruises on fingernails. Upon closer inspection, they turned out to be dark gray eyebrows, but they were so light that they were not very noticeable from upstairs.

Billy yelled, "Couldn't you at least knock before you come in, Mr. Richie?!"

Why are you always able to recognize me?

"Because I sensed something foolish!"

"Oh, I was planning to come in through the front door, but I kept my eyes hidden inside."

With his usual nonchalant manner, Richie stretched and smashed a thin piece of ice from the side, revealing a hand the size of a pumpkin.

This ice elemental has no arms, only hands!

Its feet were like a duck's, and its toes hadn't fully grown in yet when it tripped and fell in the courtyard.

Perhaps it's not adapted to the ice element, so the whole shape looks like an egg with an elongated face.

Having finally resolved the walking problem, Richie exhaled a puff of cold air, turning the nearby statues into ice sculptures.

"Do you want to kill me? Get away from me!" Billis took two big steps back. "I don't like people just barging in like this. Just say what you have to say."

Due to the sunlight, the ice element's throat was parched, and Richie had to finish speaking before his Stand melted.

Do you know the origin of the Otherworld Network?

"How is the internet different from the one in our world?"

“It’s very different, Mr. Billes. On Earth, internet data is usually transmitted in the form of data packets and requires hardware devices such as routers and switches for transmission.”

"Wait a minute! Now that you mention it, I don't think I've ever seen a transmission device before."

"That's right, because the Otherworld Network is spread through some kind of organ."

"What organ?"

"Brain".

"I...I don't understand."

"You have to agree to accept the mission before I will tell you, because it is a secret belonging to the Hero Alliance."

"My wife and I are both willing to accept it."

"Listen, I'll only say this once. In the first year of the Great Reboot, the reincarnated individuals formed a team of scientists to search for things similar to Earth. Eventually, the team discovered five tombs beneath a frozen stratum. Each of the five tombs contained a unique head. After exploring and analyzing the heads, the scientists discovered that they were actually living brains that could be used for information transmission. So someone came up with a way to connect these five heads together to form an alternate world network."

"That's definitely not a normal person's brain."

"Of course not, sir. They may belong to the minds of the Creator Gods."

"You want me to protect my brain?"

"Yes, it sounds crazy, but it's true that some people have gone into brains and tried to kill them."

"They did it! It must have been them!"

"You mean those guys who tried to resurrect the Demon King?"

“The brain is the third sacrifice, Mr. Richie. You just told me a secret, and now I’m going to return a secret to you.”

Billis told Richie everything he had told the scholar Tom.

After hearing this, Richie's eyes almost melted, leaving two large holes.

“If that’s true, then we should act even faster, Mr. and Mrs. Billis. This mission requires both of you to be on the same mission…”

"Very good!"

"I haven't finished yet, because there are five brains, so you and your wife need to split up."

"Why?"

"Only one person can fit into one brain; there's no room for more."

"So, we'll need to call three more agents."

"We've already selected the candidates; they're all the most suitable to dedicate their brains."

What did you just say?

"Ah, it's nothing, really nothing. However, let me make this clear from the start: this mission is different in that you will need to enter the spiritual realm."

"Abandoning the original body and entering the mind, that's what it means, right?"

"Correct! That's what I was just saying, give up your brain."

As Richie was about to leave the castle, he slipped and crashed his face into a statue, breaking off a large piece.

The speech lasted too long, and the sunlight shone for too long, so much so that the ice element melted one of the feet.

"Do you need any help, Mr. Richie? There's a large ice cellar under my castle."