Endless Debt

Chapter 1281: Chapter 84: Joke_3

Albert?

The name sounded somewhat familiar to Bologue, but he couldn’t recall who it was. Sometimes, Bologue felt there was too much redundancy in his memory, but when it came to actually discarding any part of it, he found it hard to make a decision. He wanted everything, even the dreadful memories.

After laughing, both appeared a bit exhausted. Mamo looked at his old friends who no longer remembered him and said, "About the Furyas, I don’t think there’s much to worry about."

"What do you mean?"

"The Ruins District has been out of the Cultivation Room’s control for too long. Even if the Cultivation Room wants to fully take over, it would take some time, and this would undoubtedly sap processing power from the Cultivation Room—or the Entities, to be precise. The Entities are an efficient machine; they wouldn’t waste an ounce of computational force. Having the Furyas here means they can take care of this place. As for the Entities, it’s enough that they continue to hold supreme authority over the Ruins District."

"Supreme authority?" Bologue nodded, "The Ruins District still recognizes the authority of the Decision Room, there’s no worry there."

"That’s good, and moreover, Furyas themselves constitute a precious computational power. Although the security level of the Entities won’t allow them to integrate Furyas, allowing them independence as an external reserve of computing power is theoretically feasible."

Mamo continued, "What’s most important is that even Furyas initially considered leaving a backup for themselves to reboot in case of a loss of control. I think the Entities would also make such a preparation."

"Are you saying, if necessary, the Furyas can temporarily replace the Entities?" Bologue asked.

Mamo understood the logic of the Entities well, "The difference between the two is enormous, but if such a situation arises, you use what’s available, there’s no room for choice."

"Speaking of which, you were involved in the design of the Entities, right?" Bologue asked puzzled, "Then the fact that the Entities became the will of the Cultivation Room—didn’t you know? Since that’s the case, why research the Void Realm’s intelligence?"

This was the part Bologue couldn’t comprehend, as if Mamo had been completely unaware of these aspects until the research hit a bottleneck and he realized the Cultivation Room was already filled to the brim.

"It’s simple; we had no idea about such things," Mamo confessed, "Although I participated in the design, the lead in building the Entities was Albert... To me, he’s a secluded guy, hiding a bundle of secrets in his mind, never sharing them with anyone.

Once the Entities were operational, they disappeared into the Decision Room, and all communication was one-way from them to us, meaning perhaps long before, the Entities had integrated themselves with the Cultivation Room without informing anyone, and we were completely unaware."

Hearing this, Bologue couldn’t help but feel a chill down his spine. It seemed these were completed autonomously by the Entities. It’s hard to imagine after so many years, gathering such vast will and computational power, to what extent the Entities have evolved.

But before considering these, Bologue asked again, "Albert? Again, Albert, who is he?"

Bologue found the name increasingly familiar, but no matter how he tried, he couldn’t remember who he was.

"You don’t know Albert?"

Mamo was somewhat surprised; he thought Bologue knew.

"Who is he?" Bologue asked again.

"The first director of the Order Bureau," Mamo replied casually, "Alberto Alfredo."

In an instant, Bologue stood stunned in place, as distant memories began to surface from beneath the sands. Meanwhile, the gates of the Outpost opened once more, and another group of Field Staff arrived on the scene. The return of the Ruins District was a significant event, mobilizing all the Field Staff within Oath City: Opus.

Among the crowd of people striding forward, the furry Hart stood out conspicuously. He curiously observed this place, even though he’d worked for so long, it was his first time dealing with an event related to the Ruins District. Then Hart saw the countless Furyas, like copies and pastes, densely packed together.

As Hart saw the Furyas, the Furyas also saw Hart.

Suddenly, the noisy Outpost quieted down, the Furyas stopped their jabbering and collectively turned their gaze to Hart.

Hart felt unbearably uncomfortable under the unified gaze, he moved a few steps but found the Furyas’ gaze still tightly following him.

"Do I have greens stuck in my teeth?" Hart grinned at Kemp beside him.

"Human..."

The Furyas spoke in unison, their voices crashing like waves.

"Oh... my god..."

The Furyas raised their hands, all pointing at Hart, the people around him wisely stepped aside, leaving an open space where Hart, feeling utterly lost, glanced around before raising his hand to point at himself.

Hart was confused, "Me?"

"Human!"

"It’s a human!"

"A real, living human!"

"My goodness, I haven’t seen a human in ages!"

"There actually still are humans in this world!"

"Boo hoo hoo!"

In the eyes of the Furyas, among a bunch of bizarre figures, Hart—two eyes, a nose, and a normal human form—was so heartwarming that several with weaker capacity to handle emotions burst into tears from sheer emotion.

In the midst of the uproar, Hart felt endless confusion. His furry self simply couldn’t grasp what was happening.