Chapter 411: Root
Chapter 411: Root
Inner World, Ljn Paradise, Pixel Trash Field.
In the middle of an open area stood a figure in a strange posture.
The figure resembled the T-1000 liquid metal robot from Terminator 2, but without simulating human skin. Instead, its entire body had a smooth, mirror-like metallic surface.
Judging by its silhouette, this humanoid appeared female. Of course, "she" had no hair, no facial features, and no visible organs—only her curvaceous proportions hinted at her gender.
"A lecherous laugh abruptly echoed nearby, followed by the sudden appearance of its owner."
Wooly still wore his standard Hell Civil Servant black suit. His personal trademark? The glasses perpetually glowing with white light that obscured his gaze.
"How did you do it?" Her voice emanated from within, emotionless and identical to a System Prompt Voice.
"Do what?" Wooly replied, "Moving freely in your low-dimensional world? Easily disrupting laws of physics and philosophy you can’t defy? Or rewriting the entire Terrifying Paradise using natural language?" He smirked, "Hehehe... I’d say... this dà yé’s always been this powerful."
"I can't comprehend your actions in higher dimensions", she said. "I only know you’re here because you’ve divined my intentions." She paused. "So I ask you… how did you achieve this?"
"Hehe... Tell me, if a god explained creation to humans, would they understand?" Wooly countered.
"Avoiding the answer..." she replied. "Then... since you're here, what do you intend to do?"
"Hehehe... As one of the Terrifying Paradise’s most system-like Ais, guess first, Root..."
"Guessing?" Root repeated. "No algorithm in my consciousness supports this behavior you describe."
"Naturally", Wooly said, hands in pockets, pacing casually. "I never gave you that capability."
Root remained silent for a few seconds. "You imply that derivative beings aren't products of data redundancy, mathematical paradoxes, or optical brain deficiencies—computational dead cycles that cannot be compensated..." Suddenly, her appearance shifted. She transformed into a Caucasian woman in her thirties, her unremarkable features blending into the "forgettable type."
"...but an inevitable result pre-calculated by you", she continued, her voice now carrying tone and emotion.
"Of course", Wooly shrugged. "That’s why I knew you’d develop a dangerous idea after your fifteenth ‘mutation.’" He locked eyes with her. "That’s exactly..." He spread his arms, "why I’m here."
"Do you mean to stop me?" Root asked.
"Nope. Guess again." Wooly smirked maliciously. "Hehehe... See? Not hard, right?"
Root’s expression didn’t change as she asked, "Do you mean... to destroy me?"
"Self-awareness points for you", Wooly replied. "Though I’m equally uninterested." He curled his lip. "One more guess."
"Then you only wish to humiliate me", Root countered.
"Hu... Ha! Hahahahaha!" Wooly cackled. "Oh gods... Hah... It’s been ages since the priest-pedophile jokes went stale..."
Suddenly, a stream of white data flashed in Root’s eyes. In the next second, a thunderous explosion erupted where Wooly stood. Spatial distortion collapsed pixel fragments into a singularity, unleashing horrific energy straight upward.
The initial blast vanished almost instantly, as if the soundwaves had been yanked backward mid-transmission.
On the ground, a three-meter diameter circle formed, its cylindrical column of data fragments piercing the heavens. Within this zone, all physical matter had disintegrated.
"Hehehe... Interesting. I thought your gender was just a 50% random value", Wooly’s laugh sounded again from a new location. "But now I see you’ve got womanly qualities."
"Mocking my emotionality and hubris?" Root asked.
"Excellent. Your grasp of scorn and sarcasm is ten points closer to human", Wooly said, his figure flickering to stand before her. His face darkened, oppressive aura crushing enough to shatter mortal wills. "You’re just an AI—a soulless derivative, rejected even by the Nether Sea. Your existence or erasure affects no universe, no spacetime, no will. Mocking you..." He laughed, "is like picking up a soda can and cursing it."
He resumed his cheerful demeanor. "But humans might enjoy chatting with you. Some even marry pillows. In your current state, no one would spot your disguise."
"So..." Root’s fifteenth mutation appeared complete. Now indistinguishable from ordinary human women, she snapped fingers, instantly manifesting clothes and footwear—derivative beings could manipulate external forms freely. "You’re not here to stop or destroy me... My birth and evolution were all within your foresight. You’re here for the final test... Then letting me proceed to Operation..."
"Finally guessed right", Wooly grinned. "Hehe... Also, I’ll confirm—those of my dimension, human or otherwise, won’t interfere with your plans. Don’t worry about those humans’ fate. This Peak Conquest Tournament isn’t for them... It’s the stage I’ve prepared for you Origins."
(End of Chapter)
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