bookpower Chapter 780: The Third 001
Chapter 780: The Third 001
Chapter 780: The Third 001
"I also dislike those foolish false believers. Once I'm out, we should work together and replace them," A2 added.
Charles chuckled coldly to himself. Was she trying to create another organization that believed in God Fhtagn? It seemed that Fhtagn's followers hated heretics more than the nonbelievers. The Foundation was still standing, but A2 was already brainstorming ways to sabotage the Covenant.
"I don't want to talk about that right now. Let's talk about it once the Foundation has actually collapsed."
A2 nodded knowingly and replied, "Sure. I'll come and find you when the time comes, then. And I hope you won't forget this one fact—God Fhtagn will always have believers so long as He exists."
"Those guys have a blood feud with you, but I don't have anything against you. If we're going to talk about vested interests, then you'll profit more by supporting me in establishing the 'true' Fhtagn Covenant," A2 said.
Then, she closed her eyes and got ready to leave.
"Wait!" Charles exclaimed.
A2 opened her eyes again and stared at Charles.
"Since you're a member of the GK Council, then you should know a lot about 001, right? If 003 is God Fhtagn slumbering in the deep sea and 002 is the monster above the surface world. How about 001? Just what is it?"
This burning question had been burning a hole in Charles' heart for quite some time now. What exactly was 001? Was it an existence even more powerful than 002 and 003?
Charles then added that he had already read two documents talking about two 001s. Upon hearing that, A2's mouth fluttered open as she calmly talked about another 001—the third 001.
Project ID: 001
Project Name: A Terrible Conjecture
Project Containment Procedure: 001 cannot be contained. There is absolutely only one Project 001.
Description: 001 is not a physical entity. It is a conjecture that the central computer formed after nonstop simulations of over a hundred years. It is a terrible conjecture.
Statement: We, humans, are the sole overlords of Earth, and we are opportunistic omnivores.
We have shown outstanding ingenuity in extraction, production, processing, and food preservation. We are also the only species capable of making fire and manipulating it. Other animals absolutely cannot do something like this.
But do you really think that's a coincidence? No, there aren't that many coincidences in the world. The vast difference between us and other animals didn't appear naturally.
The inferences I've drawn from my research told me that there's a ninety-five percent chance that the gods gave birth to humanity as mere toys to have fun with.
Charles walked over and grabbed Tobba's finger. As soon as he tugged at the finger, the world around him spun. When he came to his senses, he found a young-looking Tobba riding a paper rabbit next to him.
Tobba's handsome face looked a bit impatient as he said, "What were you dilly-dallying for? Why are you so slow? You could have sent some people to help me build the tomb."
Charles pushed off the ground with one hand and somersaulted in the air before landing directly behind Tobba. Then, he looked up and swept his gaze across the bizarre surroundings.
They were in a world covered in a white mist. The white mist was so thick that he couldn't see the ground and the sky. The white mist was also clearly different from ordinary mist, as it was churning at breakneck speeds.
Tobba's paper rabbit was as large as a horse, and it hopped a few times to bring them out of the mist. Once they broke out of the mist, Charles finally saw the white mist's true identity.
It was a whale—a shapeless whale made out of mist. Its tail fin swayed gently as it traversed this world of mist.
"Charles, when will Sparkle teleport me to SITE 2? I'm really short on time," Tobba said, glancing at the watch that he had drawn on his right hand.
"She's going to teleport you soon. I told her to teleport you there exactly one minute after I become a lunatic," Charles said. He looked down to stare at the abyss down below.
Charles seemed to fall into contemplation at the baffling sight. Eventually, he looked up and wasn't surprised to find that the ocean was actually above them.
Exactly one minute after Charles arrived in this perspective, Sparkle made a move, whisking them away. The two felt as if they were being forcefully pulled away to somewhere as the scenery before them peeled away.
Before they knew it, they found themselves standing before a giant well.
It was a unique well, as rather than bricks, the walls of the well seemed to depict a cityscape. It looked like an entire city had been flattened, rolled into a cylinder, and then thrust into the ground. The walls of the well were packed with buildings tilted at a ninety-degree angle.
After a brief moment of contemplation, Charles reached into his clothes and pulled out the paper rabbit that Tobba had given him earlier. The rabbit grew bigger, and Charles eventually hopped onto his own paper rabbit.
"Let's go! To the bottom of the well! The central computer is extremely heavy! I can feel its tugging even though we're here!" Tobba exclaimed.
Charles lightly kicked with both feet, and the paper rabbit took to the air, jumping into the well.
Meanwhile, in Hope Island's cemetery, Anna and Sparkle stared at Charles jumping around in circles before them. Charles had become a lunatic. He was riding a paper rabbit the size of half a palm and was hopping in circles with it.
Click, click, click!
Anna looked pleased as she snapped pictures of Charles' unseemly actions.
With her hands wrapped around Anna's neck, Sparkle craned her neck to watch as well. She then landed on the ground, wanting to walk over to take a look out of curiosity, but Anna pushed her away, saying, "We're not playing around here, so just get moving. You're our entire transport team. Without you, our remaining weapons won't get to the Sea of Mist."