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Chapter 1260 1258. The Dean's Endless Calculations
Although Sim always claimed that he was a "kind" mind flayer, his evil nature was obviously still dominating him. In the ten minutes that Murphy had been at White Cliff, this guy had dug a hole to interfere with Murphy's thoughts.

It is not surprising that the leader of the secret department turned into a "ghost", after all, he is an old guy who lived a thousand years ago.

But there are skills in explaining the facts. For example, these things become something else when they fall into Sim's mouth. If it were a guy with a weak mind, he might have started to doubt everyone around him, and then fell into a state of suspicion, and then sought "help" from Lord Sim.

However, Murphy had seen and experienced this before, and such a little trick could not disturb his mind at all.

With only the talent of "Truth Hunting", even if Senator Steiner had ten times the courage, he would not dare to approach Murphy casually.

If you get caught, the consequences will be disastrous.

Of course, Murphy didn't think that Sim was deliberately doing bad things. As a mind flayer elder who had existed alone in the material world for more than a thousand years but only started using mind flayer tadpoles to select new members for himself a few months ago, this thousand-year-long "loneliness" itself proved that this guy might indeed have been "modified" by the Creator.

He was able to suppress his evil instincts, and the small trap he had just set was just a casual act based on the evil characteristics of his race.

After all, this race can be said to be inherently evil in every aspect. What flows in its veins is not blood at all, but liquid conspiracy!

The two of them came to the high balcony of the Academic Tower near the sea cliff in the White Cliff Demiplane, one after the other. From here, they could see the sea water covered with gray sea fog in the distance. That was the boundary of the demiplane, and it was said that it merged with the Green Strait in a certain area.

"Six towers support this demiplane. Their existence is the cornerstone of White Cliff. As long as the energy towers left by the Creator are still functioning, White Cliff will never be breached from the outside. Unfortunately, even the Creator's power cannot prevent the internal corruption of this organization."

Sim took out a bunch of keys and unlocked the seven-layer encrypted magic lock in front of him. He kept talking like a wise old man in the story:

"Over the past many years, I have been obsessed with studying the many facilities that the Creator left in this world, and have neglected to manage and intervene in the psionicist organization. I think those pure-hearted psionicist leaders did a very good job, and they did.

However, I also have times when I feel tired and times when I make mistakes. After Myreddin brought back the equipment to activate the dean from the Dark Mountains before the Fourth Black Disaster, I became immersed in repairing and manipulating it.

When my memory returned, I became more determined to find the truth behind the fall of the Eden District. But when I came to my senses, the Ring Tower, which I once regarded as a refuge, was already infested with poisonous insects.

I also thought about when the dusk began to pollute us, and then I easily came to the conclusion.

It was during the time when I was concentrating on recovering my memories that those vicious guys brought the seeds of corruption into this holy land of psychic energy. Therefore, as an 'undead' who is supposed to take care of vulnerable humans, I have an unshirkable responsibility for the fall of the Ring Tower.

After much reflection, I decided to use the power of the mind flayer to cultivate more 'psychic guardians'. After all, if I am alone, no matter how strong my mental power is, I cannot change the development and direction of the situation.

Of course, this decision was also made at the suggestion of the dean.

It constantly predicts the future, deconstructing the unpredictable fate into information that can be interpreted by us, just like a wise man who is always awake and will not be disturbed by any force. "

"If it is really so magical, then the moment it was activated a hundred years ago, it should have been able to predict the corruption of the Ring Tower and the existence of the Twilight Force."

Murphy complained:
"Don't you think it's a bit too much to pin your future on the mechanical calculations of a machine, sir?"

"However, the Grand Dean never solves problems; it only makes suggestions."

Sim shrugged and said:

"What can truly determine the future is not it, but whether we choose to accept the suggestion. Unfortunately, the restoration work of the dean is currently stuck on the energy issue. I believe that when the energy pipeline of the Creation Engine is re-extended to the White Cliff, this 'Destiny Machine' will be able to operate at full power.

Hmm, why do you look so surprised, Mr. Murphy?

Do you think that the dean, whom we regard as someone who can see through fate, can't even deduce such a simple thing?

We know that you have gained control of the Creation Engine, and we also know that you have begun a small attempt by the Creator to reshape the world on the border islands of the Misty Sea and the Savage Sea.

The Grand Dean has his own magical qualities, my Lord Chosen One. In fact, when the Eden District still existed, this "Fate Machine" was an important reference for the members of the Eden District Management Committee when making major decisions. It revealed the threat of Chaos and the fragmentation of the astral world.

It also reveals the cruel fate that may befall the Eden District.

The Beta program that turned the tide in the disaster was designed and produced at the suggestion of the dean. Facts have proved that it did preserve the last flame of the Eden zone.

The advice it gives may not be 100% correct, but it's always good to have an extra reference when making a decision.

So please follow me, the dean is waiting for you."

Sim pushed open the door in front of him and walked in with the help of his bone cane.

Murphy followed closely and stepped into the highest point of the Academic Affairs Tower. This should be Sim's daily resting place. It was a small residence that was unexpectedly full of life. Murphy even saw a kitchen and several unwashed dishes.

This made him glance at Sim with an odd look.

The mind flayers only have one kind of food, and that is the brains of intelligent creatures. They need to eat some brains to feel pleasure and enhance their mental power. This makes Murphy very suspicious about what Sim is doing with this kitchen?
Is the food he cooks every day his favorite fried brain?

"Don't look at me like that, sir!"

Sim responded somewhat unhappily:

"I said, I was modified by the Creator, I can eat ordinary things
In fact, the Creator has changed my physiological habits. The touch of raw brain makes me feel sick, but I am not a rude beast who eats raw meat and drinks blood. If there is still time later, I don’t mind cooking for you and preparing a simple but warm lunch, accompanied by a glass of flying wine from Transia.

Maybe this will put you in a good mood.”

"Ahem, I'm just curious. I definitely don't mean to denigrate your race."

Murphy shrugged and followed Sim through his little room and up the steps down. On the way, Murphy asked:
“I had a conversation with Queen Elizabeth before, and she told me that you had maintained a very close relationship with her family for a long time, and it was you who stopped her overly risky revenge after the demise of the Kingdom of Isa?

You treat her like a junior, why?"

"Because her ancestors helped me, and I admire one of her ancestors."

Sim sighed and said:
"That was the only time in a thousand years that I had a strong desire to reproduce, but I didn't do it in the end. Instead, I watched the lady who intoxicated me live out her human life and finally die in my arms.

I played a very unbearable role in that relationship.

Even though it was only a spiritual love from the beginning to the end, it also made me more protective of her family. Of course, more importantly, little Elizabeth's so-called revenge plan was a joke from the beginning.

The demise of the Kingdom of Issa is just the cycle of history, just as the Plantagenet Kingdom will be replaced by a new force hundreds of years later.

The course of a country is like that of life. There are always vigor and vitality, but there are also always serious illnesses. Unless they can achieve a breakthrough in productivity before the historical cycle comes again, how difficult is this?

But I guess that in order to get your help, little Elizabeth revealed to you the secret of the land of creation under the mountains in the north of Green Island?"

"Well, she did. She also said you went into it several times."

Murphy asked:

"So what is buried under those sinkholes?"

"A factory!"

Sim answered candidly:

"To be precise, it is an integrated factory built after the knowledge inherited by the Eden District from the Creator was put into practice. It is mainly responsible for providing Eden District with various daily consumption and civilian-grade materials. Although it can also produce weapons, it is definitely not as good as the forging factory of the Creator under your command.

It is not a place of creation in the traditional sense.

Because it was designed, planned and built by the members of the Eden District, to be honest, for you who already have control over the Land of Creation, that factory is of little significance. The machinery it can produce is far inferior to the items designed by the Creator himself in terms of precision and utility.

But there is something very important in that factory.

The dean's computing body was placed there. As a machine that could predict the future, its computing unit was so huge that you could hardly imagine it. It was impossible for it to be placed in the small demiplane of Baiya.

I think you must be curious about the use of white cliffs.
This is actually an early psychic research and observation laboratory set up in the Eden District.

During the Eden Zone period, the concentration of psychic energy surging from the subspace and filtered through the astral plane into the material world was still very low. We were also very curious about this special energy, especially the weak reality-rewriting ability that psychic energy possessed.

We established the White Cliff Observatory to study the truth and application of psychic energy. You are already familiar with the former owner of this area."

The Undead paused and said:

"Widia, the King of All Curses! He and his followers, the goatmen, once conducted experiments on the discovery and application of psychic energy here. This is why the goatmen in this era have such exaggerated psychic adaptability.

They are the first group in this world to come into contact with psychic power.

However, whether Vidia's deification is related to psychic power is still an unsolved mystery. My advice is to stay away from that guy, Mr. Murphy. Vidia is not a good person. In every sense, it is far from this word.

Well, here we are.”

Sim stopped and Murphy looked up at the large device in front of him that was fixed in a room and looked like a packaged "reactor".

This is the "Dean" of the Ring Tower. From the outside, it looks more like a complex database and a supporting operating system.

However, the display instrument of this thing is very strange, like a traditional big-head display, and even has a super classic thick screen and a wired input keyboard. It does not have such advanced things as optical projection, and is full of a retro flavor.

"This must be the Creator's evil taste again."

Murphy complained:
“He could have designed this thing to be advanced and cool, but he had to make it look like this, which can trigger more complaints. It makes me wonder if this thing is powered by complaints.”

"I don't understand your wonderful metaphors."

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Sim stood by and said:

“But the Dean has had this appearance since the Eden Zone period. Although many people say that this thing is inconvenient to use, unfortunately, any modification to its appearance will ultimately end in failure. Obviously, the Creator does not want anyone to change the appearance of this Destiny Machine.

I actually think it's okay, I'll get used to it.

Before taking out the "Eye of the World", would you like to try to ask the dean some questions? Perhaps you can also realize the extraordinary power of this seemingly terrible instrument. "

"Okay."

Murphy has always been keen to try new things.

He walked forward, pulled open the mechanical chair, and sat in front of the dean's input desk. He placed the wired keyboard in the appropriate position, and then started the big-butt monitor in front of him with ease.

To be honest, Murphy was really looking forward to seeing the classic "ding~ding~ding~deng~" prompt sound when this thing started up, and then the appearance of an XP system window operation interface, but it turned out that the Creator's "creativity" in this kind of thing was definitely not something that Murphy's mediocre brain could think of.

As Murphy stared with wide eyes, the screen in front of him started up and quickly iterated data and released memory on the black background for a few seconds. Then, a line of green fonts popped up, and a jumping cursor was below waiting for input.

"Damn! It's a DOS system? So retro! It's trying to simulate The Matrix!"

Murphy complained in a low voice, then moved his fingers and typed a line of words on the keyboard:

"Hello, Dean."

The cursor will jump and soon a brief response will pop up on the screen:

"hello world!"

"."

Murphy looked at the screen with an indifferent expression.

He knew that the dean was joking with him, so he snorted and continued typing the next line:

"I heard you can predict fate? Are you interested in telling my fortune?"

"This machine is not responsible for making any decisions, sir. It is only responsible for providing suggestions."

A response popped up on the screen in front of him. After the various pipes behind it emitted various terrifying muffled sounds like a computer case spinning wildly under a heavy load, it quickly listed several lines of text:

"Based on your current situation, this machine has made a series of complex calculations and gives the following suggestions:

1. Please improve your personal strength as soon as possible to cope with a series of high-risk events that will come later.

2. Please place the Galaxy Seeds into the World Furnace as soon as possible to strengthen the creation energy and prepare for planting.

3. Please go to the Great Reef Province as soon as possible to prepare a countermeasure against Dagon's conspiracy to prevent the evil god from completing his evil trick of occupying the magpie's nest.

4. Please make preparations to defend against potential dangers in outer space as soon as possible.

5. Please go to the Greenhouse of Life as soon as possible and take over its authority. "

"???"

Murphy looked at the suggestions that popped up in front of him in surprise. He turned around and glanced at Sim. Although the latter was wearing a mask, Murphy could feel the other's expression that said, "What do you think? I didn't lie to you, this thing is really awesome, right?"

No wonder these guys have so much confidence in the dean.

Hey, you're not deducing the future based on facts, but are just taking the script directly, right?
Such precise advice made Murphy raise his eyebrows, and then typed the question on the keyboard:
"Sim told me that you have been predicting the future. I am very curious about what your purpose is. What kind of outcome do you want to achieve through prediction?"

"That question cannot be answered. Deduction is deduction, and deduction has no purpose."

The dean gave the answer:

"When the creation blueprint still exists and is progressing smoothly, this machine is responsible for finding possible hidden dangers in the action plan and giving reminders to the promoters. However, after the creation blueprint completely collapses and cannot be rebuilt, this machine will enter a long-term dormancy.

After being awakened, the machine discovered that it lacked a target, and began to deduce according to its own design logic.

For example, an instrument for observing and recording destiny may eventually come up with an answer that even the machine itself cannot be sure of its use. This process may last for a long time, centuries or even eras, and there is a high probability that no answer will be obtained even when the machine disappears.

But during the long and boring time, this machine always has to find something to do.

I'm sorry, Mr. Alpha.

This machine also wants to explain it more clearly, but there is no way, the 'Riddler' code is written like this.

You can regard this machine as an operation logic that has entered an infinite loop. You don’t have to care about its existence at all. As it claims, it is only responsible for giving suggestions to the questioner and never makes decisions. From this point of view, the existence of this machine will not affect the direction and outcome of the world. "

This answer made Murphy frown even more, and then he asked:

“So, could the so-called ultimate answer be 42?”

"You are truly a little genius. Unfortunately, you are not the 42 that contains the truth of the universe."

The dean responded:

"This machine has given you all the advice it can give you based on real information, so could you please stop interfering with its deductions? Why don't you remove the special module that has been interfering with its operation from its computing device, and then kill it, letting it continue to spend its boring and helpless time here until it reaches the other side of scrap?"

"Well, it seems that you are resisting talking to me further, but it doesn't matter. After all, everyone has their own aspirations."

Murphy typed on the keyboard:
"But I need one more suggestion, you mechanical bastard, about the future."

"The blueprint for the future is already in your mind. What you need is not suggestions but affirmation and recognition. Unfortunately, this machine is not responsible for giving affirmation and recognition."

It responded:

"The last advice I give you is to stop clinging to the broken blueprint. The era of the Creator has ended and will never come back. Only you can decide your future, just as the future of this world can only be decided by the life it breeds.

But this machine can tell you a good news.

The Creator personally made a gift for you a few days ago and carefully hid it at the end of your journey, waiting to give you a surprise or a shock. When you get there, you will know the meaning of this journey.

Therefore, please climb to the highest peak in the world with confidence, loudly order those fools to retreat, and ask the entire starry sea to make way for you. "

(End of this chapter)