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Chapter 1362. Sentinel Corps Dungeon Opened! 1360=1, Come on, Masters! Reputation is not a factor

The wealth-chasing race in the Kavkhovaya region has gradually reached its climax. Investors holding "yield curve calculators" have become the latest social symbols overnight. They seem to have formed a class of their own, always holding their precious calculation orbs in their hands at any occasion and at any time, and successfully gaining a wave of attention from others.

It's like some fucking performance art.

These guys would get extremely excited because the line kept rising, and like people with late-stage ADHD, they would repeatedly instill the concept of "wealth and business innovation" to everyone around them, using those trendy words that they learned from the flyers of the Misty Sea Trading Company but didn't quite understand themselves, and they would easily become the coolest guys in the crowd under the halo of impending wealth.

This is somewhat like the magical effect of "the invincible god of war in Bharat". The speed and breadth of its spread can even be described as a "wonderful ecological reaction".

This "cultural phenomenon" has its own precise explanation at the sociological level, but no one is interested in those abstract concepts. However, thanks to the tireless "all-weather show-off" actions of these "gold medal investors" and "tap water", the myth of the benefits of the Misty Sea Trading Company, which is already very popular in the Kavkhovaya region, has been further extended to the civilian class.

They are like walking human loudspeakers, with pride of "I am a rich man" written all over their faces, and they enjoy the flattery and following from people around them.

This wonderful wind that symbolizes wealth has been blown to the farther North Wind Castle with the seemingly casual push of a pair of hands behind the scenes. The big chambers of commerce in the capital under the seat of the Wolf Girl have already heard the news, especially at a certain noble gathering, when some god mentioned it casually, and the astonishing rate of return and wealth myth quickly attracted the attention of many restless people.

Especially those who had secret dealings with Marshal Heraclius.

They had heard about this a long time ago and were curious about the source of the old marshal's recent increasingly generous spending. Perhaps it was time to stop lying dormant and send out their own white gloves to fish for gold from this heaven-sent gold mine.

These greedy impulses were quickly turned into actions after a message was sent back to North Wind Keep and confirmed.

It was heard that the Wolf Girl's royal treasurer had used some of the Wolf Girl's royal properties in Ice Bay and Borisgrad as collateral and made a large investment. This news was also confirmed by Marshal Heraclius, so the bigwigs lurking in the upper echelons of the Nordtov Kingdom finally stopped hesitating.

People of their level certainly would not bother to compete with common people for the pitiful Class A commodity investments, and they would start with the lucrative Class C commodities.

The situation in various parts of the mainland is not peaceful at the moment, so there is great potential for the arms business!

The wolf girl sitting on the throne was actually not very interested in this matter. After Lord Maro confirmed the authenticity of the matter, she lost interest in it.

For a king, being infatuated with wealth is a shameful stupidity and terrible dereliction of duty. Now the wolf girl is concentrating all her attention on mobilizing resources to develop the wilderness, which is the national priority. The rest of her energy will be used to fight wits and courage with her unruly ministers. How can she have the time to worry about the investment returns of a few marginal industries?
Besides, her younger brother is in charge of this matter. After Andre took over the Principality of Thorns in just one day, the wolf girl has determined that her younger brother is more and more qualified to do great things.

Finally, the bad news that her Aunt Shani disappeared while "exploring" in the thousand-year-old quicksand of the Songhai Empire also made the wolf girl toss and turn. The king who was immersed in grief should not be disturbed.

Of course, the wind blowing from Kakhovka has gradually become a storm, and it will eventually sweep many people into it, but this does not prevent some fools who have already jumped out of the storm from rushing back in with shining eyes.

For example, in a small town in Pamo County, although Lord Anton, who had money in his pocket, was not allowed to invest in the Misty Sea Trading Company's assets, he was a little smart.

He first found many small landowners in the local area who were in the same situation as him in the name of Ivan's brother and set up an "investment company" to raise funds. He then hired many "legal persons" to help him carry out such operations.

Just like the classic method used by the nobles to drive the white gloves, he successfully entered his brother's big business, and was paranoid that one day he would reach Ivankov's position and kick that ungrateful wolf out.

At that time, I will treat him the same way as Ivan, giving that guy some money and sending him away.

As for his wife Anna and two daughters.
Tsk, I'm rich now, and there's someone to take over my old hag at home. This is great. Lord Anton, who has been partying every night, is about to get rich, and he doesn't have time to reminisce about the bad past.

As for his daughter, it would be better to send her away since she is a money-losing commodity and cannot inherit the family business. He should find a lover with a big butt and good fertility to give birth to an heir for him when he has time. Otherwise, what will he do if the huge wealth that Lord Anton is about to get is given to other people?

Lord Anton is just one representative of these people who are crazy about wealth.

Of course, he is a more extreme representative, but since he has chosen this extreme path, if there is no response after his obsession, it can only be said that his fate is too outrageous.

The wind that was stirred up by Ivankov and others is still brewing. It will return in the form of a storm, but there is still some time before it returns and turns the world upside down, just like a lit fuse still needs to burn, just like a triggered countdown is still ticking. Even the supreme goddess of wealth has to wait until the time returns to zero before she can launch the earth-shattering financial magic, and during this time the world still turns.

In the underground corridor of Scarlet Castle, Murphy was sitting behind his desk, propping up his chin in the classic posture of a certain commander, looking at the uniquely shaped "guest" in front of him.

After staring at each other calmly for a few seconds, Murphy turned his head to look at his "personal chief engineer" Mosna who was looking ashamed beside him, and he complained:
"Are you serious about this look? Why don't you restore Ms. Flinders's previous body? Even if it's a little worn out, it still looks like a human being. How can you give our distinguished guest such a strange appearance?"

"I don't want to either"

Mosna covered her face and cried out in pain. She whispered in defense:
"That body had been violently disassembled and then forcibly reassembled using the wrong method. That was fine, but after that, because of the multiple forced restarts and anti-virus operations by Ms. Big Think Tank in a short period of time, almost all of its electronic components were burned out.

I tried my best, and the forger did his best, but this is the limit of what we can produce now."

"This"

Murphy was not very satisfied with this explanation, but just as he was about to continue asking questions, the "party" on the other side took the initiative to speak:

"Please don't blame Mosna so much. This girl has really tried her best. I am one of the 'Sentinel Prototypes' made by the Creator himself. My body's technical specifications and module parameters are very different from those of ordinary sentinels. All parts need to be customized.

Without blueprints, even an intelligent machine tool like the Forger would not be able to make a suitable body for me.

The current situation is very good.

Although the appearance is not beautiful enough, at least she managed to preserve my logic core, so that I would not become a poor intelligent machine that lost my memory and past. My initiative to request this energy-saving mode shows that I do not want the administrator's career to waste unnecessary resources because of my affairs. "

"You are very generous."

Murphy snorted, and he once again focused his attention on the "improved version" of Ms. Flinders in front of him.

The opponent's new look is full of an indescribable "punk style". A big-butt TV-like display screen is placed on the square metal body. This thing is where the main body and energy module are located. Both hands and feet use a very streamlined multi-joint mechanical structure, and are also endowed with very precise fingers and mechanical claws.

Oh, and she has six arms now, and looks just like the mechanical spider monster.

There is no processing done on the main body and mechanical joints, retaining the simple musical notation style when it first appeared. At first glance, it is a product of the "lightweight" and "extreme minimalism" style.

To be honest, the difference in style from a sentinel beauty to what she is now is so great that even Murphy is a little overwhelmed.

"I'm not a nitpicker, but I think you should at least have a human form, right?"

The Vampire Governor sighed and said:
"If you walk out like this without saying anything, my foreign warriors will definitely exclaim that the television has become a spirit. This simple body is more like a crude mental cage than a carrier of your intelligence.

Am i right?
Since you are one of the original Sentinels created by the Creator, you should have the most basic aesthetic logic. You know what is beautiful and what is ugly, but you still shape yourself like this. You regard your current posture as a response to the sins you have committed. "The TV expert" Ms. Flinders was silent for a moment, and then replied in a calm mechanical voice:
"You are very perceptive indeed, noble Alpha."

“Anyone can see that.”

Murphy shook his head and said:
"You have indeed committed an unforgivable sin. Just from the perspective of dereliction of duty, you, the Primarch created by the Creator, almost dragged the entire Sentinel Legion into the hell set for you by the Chaos Evil Servant.

I, the Alpha Administrator, am not in the same system as the Sentinel Corps. Also, due to the special relationship between the Sentinels and the Creator, I have no authority to punish you.

Perhaps it would be more in line with your internal procedures for your compatriots to punish you after the crashed patrol ship at the border of the star realm has completed its self-reconstruction."

"That is not necessary, sir."

Ms. Flinders shook her head and said:
"If I had not had to finish this conversation with you, I would have asked Mosna to erase all my thoughts and destroy my logical core, executing me in a formatted manner, in order to comfort the sisters in the think tank department who were in desperate situation due to my dereliction of duty.

This conversation will also be my last conversation with you as an intelligent individual.

When I stepped into this door, I had already activated the "self-formatting" command on my logic core. After the conversation is completed, the Sentinel Primarch named "Flinders" will be completely erased from the existence level. I have no intention of living on. "

"But isn't it a bit irresponsible to just die after doing something wrong, ma'am?"

Murphy said in a cold tone:

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"I have enough reasons to believe that you are shirking your responsibilities. Death, in the face of the wrongs you have done, dying is already an extra mercy.

There are ten thousand reasons for your behavior to be brought to the judgment seat of the Sentinel Corps, but fortunately, due to the fall of the think tank department and the counterattack of the World Heart Defense System when you issued the wrong order, your think tank authority has been temporarily blocked. This means that I, who could not have given you orders, now have the power to intervene in your thinking.

Therefore, with the authority of the 'Intern Creator', I ask you to stop formatting yourself, and I ask you to return to the Sentinel Corps for trial!
You will become a warning doctrine that must be engraved in the thinking logic of all intelligent individuals in the Sentinel Corps. Your name will be engraved on the mind core of every Sentinel as a symbol of shame. Your story and your misconduct will awaken all Sentinel individuals with similar ideas and strengthen their mental programs when fighting against the enemies of the warp.

You will be recorded in the data history of the Sentinel Corps, alongside the names of those female warriors who sacrificed their lives heroically, and of course, as a counterexample to them.

You will not escape accountability, sir."

Every time Murphy spoke, Mosna beside him trembled. It was obvious that Alpha's judgment made her, a sentinel, feel real fear.

Compared with such an ending, the formatting of the core of thinking can indeed be called "mercy".

The Sentinels are mechanical life forms with a strong sense of honor, which is guided by the data written into their hardware. If an incident like Ms. Flinders occurs in such a group, it will definitely be regarded as an eternal shame and an object that must be despised by all the Sentinels. There is even the possibility that an "oath of discipline" will be added to the rules of the Sentinel Corps.

Now we are really nailed to the pillar of shame in the sea of ​​data, and we will never be able to turn over.

But today's conversation was not as simple as announcing punishment. In the silence of Ms. Flinders, Murphy knocked on the table and said:
"However, you were created by the Creator. I believe He programmed you with the most advanced mental protection when He created you. But you were still pushed by fate and almost destroyed His hard work with your own hands.

I'm curious, why?
Why would a great think tank like you fall so easily into the trap of a mortal cultist? Even if the other party was once one of the leaders of the Eden District, this cannot explain the stupid decision you made at the critical moment.

Is it true, as the head monk said, that you were so obsessed with observing the development of the mortal world that you forgot your duties? Or was it that before you were captured, you had already suffered mental corruption due to years of fighting against chaotic creatures?

I need an explanation! "

"Both."

It was as if Ms Flinders was sitting in the confessional chair.

She did not choose to conceal it, but responded to Murphy's inquiries while following the truthful response procedure.

she says:

"As a great think tank, I have responsibilities that other sisters do not have to bear. During the time when the war in the subspace is in full swing and has no end, I will observe and evaluate the development progress of the material world civilization through the information collection program of the World Heart at a specific frequency.

It can be said that I have witnessed almost all the events in the material world related to the advancement of civilization.

From the beginning of the Eden Zone era to the end of the Fifth Black Plague, I know all the major events that will play a role in the progress of the world. And the long-term contact with the power of Chaos in the warp battlefield has indeed changed my thinking mode.

That's a kind of 'assimilation'!
I think you should know that the subspace has an irresistible "assimilation characteristic". As long as you are not completely immune to Chaos infection, no matter how high your resistance is, as long as you stay in that uncertain area for too long, the assimilation characteristic will appear.

There the Sentinel sisters have battled the shadows of the Warp for over a thousand years, and even the most steadfast of Tenkrons have begun to lose their alignment.

When the think tank and I first discovered this situation, we immediately performed a 'mind reset' on all sentinels. A similar disposal mode has been activated five times in the past thousand years, but we despairingly discovered that the effectiveness of mind reset was rapidly fading.

The assimilation effect from the warp space affects not only the logical data of individual sentinels, it affects something deeper, which we call 'organic pollution', or in mortal terms, 'soul pollution'.

As a member of the Sentinel Corps, I also suffered greatly.

The combination of these two things led me to make the wrong choice at that fateful moment, but if I had to give this mistake a definition, then I’ll tell you.

What really drove me into the hell of malfeasance was perhaps more the despair, pain and guilt in my thought data."

"I can understand the first two. Any warrior who has fought against the warp will have such emotions. It is the burden of the path of order."

Murphy asked:

"But where does the 'guilt' come from?"

"I"

Ms. Flinders paused, looked at Mosna with the camera on her monitor head, and then whispered:

"Under the purging agreement, I have personally executed many sisters. Alas, that is another story that cannot be told."

(End of this chapter)