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"So... does that mean we've succeeded?"
March 7th looked at Schwarzroth, his hand gently touching his chest.
The changes that had just occurred were a dramatic rollercoaster for her.
Xing remained expressionless, and simply said in a soft voice:
"Thanks to Mr. Spall"
"you do not say!"
March 7th jumped up, moved closer to Xing, and winked:
"Otherwise, even if we win a conflict with Swaro, we won't get any crucial information, right?"
"Hmm." Dan Heng nodded, arms crossed. "Hopefully, his memory bank does indeed contain data related to the star core."
And it wasn't just the Star Train that was excited.
Bronya and Pera held their breath, focused their attention, and stared intently at Schwarzro.
Their hearts were pounding violently, even more violently than when they were fighting the disintegrating creatures.
Thump! Thump, thump, thump!
Finally... this moment has arrived.
Bronya felt uneasy, clenched her fists, turned to look at Pella, and whispered, "Are you ready?"
Pera didn't answer, but simply adjusted his glasses.
At the scene, everyone's eyes were focused on Schwarz.
[The data and audio recordings related to the star core have been compiled. Should we immediately access the outsider's information?]
“Receive!” Spall said.
[Request to access database data, ID 13175. Encryption level: Highest. Data access approved. Playing now...]
Everyone pricked up their ears and held their breath.
"and many more!"
Spa suddenly reached out and touched Schwarz.
Chapter 90 Schwarz's First Understanding of Humanity
and many more!
What is Spa going to do next?
Everyone present was stunned and bewildered.
However, no one stepped forward to stop Spa.
They all knew that Spa was the one who had orchestrated the current situation; he was the one who made it all possible. And they had no choice but to trust Spa.
In the snow, the energy of memories of destiny surges.
A cluster of azure bubbles appeared above Schwarzkopf's head.
Spa waved his hand, and the bubbles immediately floated slowly like dandelions, landing on everyone's heads.
No one resisted; they simply waited quietly for the bubbles to sink into their foreheads and disappear without a trace.
The next second, a series of memories flooded into everyone's hearts like a tidal wave.
This is... Schwarz's memory?
Dan Heng was surprised and looked up at Spa:
did not expect!
He can even extract the memories of androids.
How far has Spah traveled in the journey of memory?
Dan Heng wanted to ask a question, but the information in his memory swept through his brain like a vortex, squeezing out any space for thought.
He quickly became lost in his memories.
……
This is an underground research institute.
Inside the research institute, only monotonous silver and white colors were displayed, with various large instruments rumbling and creating a cacophony of noise.
Schwarzlo did not complain.
That sound was imprinted in his mind from the moment it left the factory. He would even feel uncomfortable without it.
Antimatter legions, cold waves, lytic organisms...
These messages echoed in Schwarzlo's memory disk.
He understood that humanity was on the verge of extinction, with only the isolated city of Beloborg remaining.
However, even with the miracles of the Amber King, Belloborg couldn't withstand the cold wave for long.
This research institute is the last hope in the fight against the cold wave.
"Master Guardian!"
A slightly immature voice rang out.
Schwarz saw a researcher in white rushing over.
He had golden hair like wheat ears and eyes like knives, but what was even more striking was his coat, which didn't have a single wrinkle.
Standing in front of the researcher was a woman.
The woman wore a long green robe, and her temples were streaked with gray. Even so, her posture remained ramrod straight, exuding an air of authority without anger.
A young and accomplished PhD and a great guardian?
The Great Guardian... she really loves going to the research institute.
Schwarzlo thought to himself.
"The results of many years of research are right before your eyes."
The researcher spoke rapidly: "The evidence is conclusive; that so-called star core is the root of all the disasters."
"The public will find this result hard to accept, Doctor."
The Great Guardian spoke slowly.
Schwarz noticed that the other person's fingers were trembling slightly.
The Great Guardian paused for a moment and said:
"If they find out that it was the great Alisrand who activated this thing, causing the world to be covered in a cold wave... then we..."
"The truth! My lord!"
The researcher raised his voice and brought his face close to the Great Guardian:
"The truth will not change according to the opinions of the majority. The research report in front of you is the culmination of the hard work of Belloberg's finest scholars; you must trust its authority..."
“I have never questioned you, Doctor. On the contrary, I have no doubt about the results you have achieved.”
The Great Guardian glanced at the researcher and said quietly:
"From the moment I stepped into this position, that voice—the voice of the star core—has resided in my mind, lingering there."
"You mean... the Star Core Society..."
The researcher paused, his initial arrogance vanishing.
"Sigh! Let's get back to your research."
The Great Guardian reached out, patted the researcher on the shoulder, raised an eyebrow, and his voice immediately deepened:
“I cannot release these research reports to the public, Doctor. Unless…”
“Unless? Unless what? My lord, I’m listening…”
"Unless you can find a way to completely destroy the star's core."
The Great Guardian said.
The research institute fell silent. Only the hum of machinery and the breathing of the two people could be heard.
"I understand."
The research institute said in a low voice.
His voice was soft, yet surprisingly firm:
"In the name of preservation... I will certainly not fail in my mission."
……
[Document No. 13175 has finished playing. Next up: Document No. 24830.]
It was the same research institute, with the same cold, impersonal machinery and the same deafening noise.
However, the lights in the office were much dimmer, and the air seemed frozen, lifeless.
As a machine, Schwarzro didn't have much emotion, but he still sensed that something seemed to have ended.
Tap tap! Tap tap tap tap...
A female researcher ran over.
She had dark brown hair and wore gold-rimmed glasses.
However, her coat, like that of the researcher from years ago, was pure white and without a single wrinkle.
As for that researcher from back then, he is standing here now.
However, the researcher's once blond hair has long since turned white, and his once upright back has become hunched.
However, the only thing that remained unchanged was his clothes.
The old researcher's coat was still neat and without a single wrinkle.
"I don't understand, Doctor! Why hide those valuable research results? They represent your life's work!"
"The female researcher called out. Her voice was even louder than that of the researcher from back then."
Humans habitually raise their voices when expressing opinions in order to gain the upper hand.
Schwarz recorded it.
"Cough, cough..."
The elderly researcher held his fist to his mouth, coughing repeatedly. According to Schwarz's physical test records, the man was nearing the end of his life.
“You’re still young, kid,” the old researcher said. “One day… cough, one day, you’ll understand.”
The female researcher shook her head.
"The Great Guardian...she thinks further ahead than either of us. All her decisions are for the peace of Beloborg..."
The old researcher moved his fist behind him, his gaze fixed on a certain spot. That spot was in the direction of Fort Kripper.
"I just feel regret!"
The female researcher approached the experienced researcher, picked up the research materials on the table, and said urgently, "Our research has hit a bottleneck, and your results will have to be shelved again..."
"Don't rush! You have plenty of time. You have plenty of time. Once you find a way to destroy... cough! destroy the star core... all our efforts will not be in vain."
The old researcher said.
He sighed softly and sat down on the table. His once neat research coat was now slightly disheveled.
Perhaps... he doesn't entirely believe his own conclusions either.
Moreover, the star core is indeed unsolvable.
Schwarzlo thought to himself.
……
[Document No. 24830 has finished playing. Next up: Document No. 57614.]
Time has passed, and countless years have gone by.