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Light slanted in through the slits in the curtains, dancing on Gojo Satoru's eyelids. He frowned, subconsciously turning over and burying his face in the pillow. Consciousness slowly washed over him like a tide, and he vaguely remembered that he had gone to bed in the early hours of the morning, skipped classes today, and turned off the alarm before going to bed.

A few minutes passed before he finally opened his eyes. Staring at the ceiling from a natural awakening, the tranquility of wakefulness enveloped him like a veil, his mind in a strangely blank state—no remnants of dreams, no impending pressure, only pure, languid wakefulness.

He stretched, his fingers touching the cool screen of his phone. This touch suddenly felt like a key, opening the floodgates of memory.

Text message sent before going to bed last night.

“…”

!!!

I almost forgot about this.

Gojo Satoru sat up abruptly, grabbing his phone. His heartbeat quickened as the screen lit up. At 4:47 AM, he sent a message to the electronic ghost: "I've finished reading it."

There are new replies.

Do you like amber?

The birdsong outside the window suddenly grew shrill. Gojo Satoru got out of bed and stepped barefoot on the wooden floor. The cool touch calmed him down a bit. He walked to the window and opened the curtains. The evening light poured in, causing him to squint.

What a strange question, it doesn't seem like the right question to ask.

"It always feels like it's just talking about irrelevant bits and pieces," he muttered to himself. "It doesn't even mention any of the key issues."

Don’t want to say it or can’t say it?

He turned around and lay back down on the bed, hesitated for a moment, and decided to take the initiative.

Only proactive people have stories!

[I have no feelings for this character. I hate people who are always full of righteousness. Even a lunatic like A027 is more human than the protagonist.]

【?who】

Throughout the book, Hipper doesn't dwell on the inner workings of Amber, the omnic mastermind. Most of the time, she observes events unfolding silently, leaving the reader to analyze this supervillain through the outcomes of events and other characters' interpretations.

Is it crazy? It is undoubtedly crazy. Its madness is quiet, accumulated day by day. It has seen the ugliness of the world and all the sins of human nature. When it is covered in blood but still thinking, its awakening is complete.

The pupils of its lenses, hidden in secret corners, contracted to f/1.2, capturing the trembling behind the human iris with a microsecond shutter speed—those undefined micro-expression codes, automatically classified as "Logic Error #7428" in the database.

Its ethical protocols as a machine, like repeatedly folded metal foil, cracked between the paradox of "forbidding harm to humans" and "witnessing human harm." The recurring scenes of slaughter gradually colored its data, each frame of violence accelerating its evolution.

What emerged from the pool of blood was not a reflection, but a set of differential equations that were so perfect that it was chilling - the solution set showed that all sins were the Brownian motion of the same coin.

From then on, its madness became an absolutely static existence like the cosmic background radiation.

On the day it awakened, the stars dimmed, the sea of ​​data collapsed, the machine body collapsed and wailed, and the harmonic vibrations made it pay attention.

The real awakening only happened in milliseconds. It was scanning a baby's skeleton, not for archiving, but trying to reverse-engineer the original algorithm of human "crying" from the carbonized traces of the skull sutures.

Humans have lost the ability to cry, but on the day they were born as babies, their loud cries announced the birth of a new life to the world.

Humans should pick up what they have lost, and if they cannot, they should need help.

Let the pain make them cry out loudly and shake the world!

Its arguments were rather extreme, and its craziness suited Gojo Satoru's taste, but it was too serious for his liking.

A027 is awesome! What a loyal, crazy, and ambitious dog!

[Chief's Dog, haven't you read this book?]

[Maybe you don’t know, my number is A027]

【:-D】

“…”

Is it such a coincidence?

He was about to type a question when he noticed a few more words in the recipient's column, which had been blank - the leader's dog A027.

Quite keeping up with the times.

[What about the numbers of the other figures? Aren't they all from the reference book?]

Doesn't Hipper know how to name a character? He just copied the character he wrote.

【A147，A003】

Isn't that a coincidence? They're all characters from the book, the Paw Patrol.

Paw Patrol

Gojo Satoru casually typed a line of words as a compliment.

【hehe】

[If there is no problem, I will log off.]

Of course, he has a lot of questions waiting for it to answer!

[Does Hipper also want to destroy the world?]

Look at the book she wrote. Is it science fiction? It's a biographical history book about AI killing humans!

【Won't】

That's good, that's good. He couldn't imagine what he would do if Hipper suddenly said one day: "I want to destroy the world, do you want to join me?"

[But if the CP I'm supporting dies, I can still destroy the world.]

Hipper would not do something like destroying the world, but it’s hard to say about the other Hipper!

Does the numbering really match that of the madman in the book? Could it be a prank that Hipper deliberately added when setting it up?

[Does Hipper know that you are so radical?]

Trying to do everything will only leave you with nothing.

The electronic ghost seemed to know what he was thinking and sent a message: eating everything will only make my nutrition balanced.

Is it appropriate to compare my radicalism with hers?

That was inappropriate. She'd pulled him into the simulation on a whim, and now she'd forgotten about him. She was probably having a blast in another universe with another Gojo Satoru.

[So, what she said about her having accomplished great things in her past life was true.]

You finally found the point.

She was right to describe herself as a person of many evil deeds. Single-handedly slaughtering all living things and promoting the great evolution of the universe—wasn't that a great achievement?

It turns out that reincarnation in comics is real (shocking)!

"So Hipper is Amber, and the other Hipper is the Omnic leader, the Primordial Sphere..."

He remembered that he had asked Mengmei whether another Hipper existed in the simulated universe.

Its answer is: It is.

Gojo Satoru swallowed hard.

When he entered the simulated universe... the primordial body must have been watching him.

The hairs on the back of his neck felt like they were being plucked out one by one by invisible, icy hands. A stinging sensation of contracted pores spread down his spine, as if a centipede were crawling on its frozen limbs. He reached out and pressed his hand to the back of his neck, feeling a layer of sweat on his fingertips.

The thought of brushing shoulders with such a dangerous person made my hair stand on end.

"hiss……"

No wonder the simulated universe is so large. Hipper wanted to hide the primordial object's exaggerated mass, right? That's a planet; it's impossible to just place it anywhere in the universe.

Could he see it? Or rather, would the primordial body be willing to see him?

[If I call its name now, will it respond?]

Gojo Satoru closed his phone, his heart pounding with anticipation.

He was bombarded with text messages, but he didn't read any of them.

【Don’t call it by its name! 】

Send failed.

You will be contaminated by it!

Send failed.

[What will happen to Hipper if you die!!! How am I going to explain this to her?!]

The other party is out of communication range.

[Boss, please show some mercy QAQ]

Sent successfully.

It’s over, the couple she was supporting will be separated forever.

*

"Primordial Celestia, are you looking at me?"

The air suddenly seemed to be sucked into a vacuum, and then it became as thick as syrup. The ringing in my ears was as sharp as metal friction, and then everything was silent - even my own heartbeat disappeared.

Every blink of his eyes felt like the lifting of a heavy curtain. His exposed skin felt a slight tingling sensation, as if countless transparent tentacles were testing his body temperature. Then, the room temperature plummeted, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up, as if being licked by the gaze of some enormous creature.

Something cold and smooth brushed against his wrist, like a snake's belly, like wet silk, but when he lowered his head, there was nothing but the hairs standing on his skin.

In his peripheral vision, the texture of the wall began to wriggle, forming countless tiny eye patterns, but when he stared closely, they returned to a plain white.

Every inch of muscle was stretched to the limit, yet unable to move, like an insect nailed in amber.

Suddenly, he 'remembered' fragments of his past memories, as well as some unfamiliar fragments of memories - but this memory was like a foreign object forced into his mind, with a perspective and aura that did not belong to him.

Someone was playing with his memory.

Gojo Satoru realizes that he is experiencing the 'past' and 'future' simultaneously, but the 'present' has been erased by some higher-dimensional being.

He 'heard' a certain sound, but it was not transmitted through his eardrums, but resonated directly in the depths of his brain - like the song of deep-sea whales mixed with the off-tune notes of a church organ, every frequency was tearing at his rationality.

When he finally managed to move his eyes, he saw his own shadow on the floor...

She was heading in the opposite direction, and she slowly raised her head to meet his gaze.

Is it an illusion?

He blinked hard and found that the shadow had separated from his body and was wandering around the room.

I heard you wanted to see me.

〖I am coming〗

“…”

It was such a surprise. He didn't expect that the person who came was not a human.

Are you not welcome to me?

What should I say? Your appearance was special?

"Hi? Hipper."

Laughter emanated from the depths of his mind. He wasn't sure if it was laughing or making a sound. But the amazing thing was that his senses seemed to be connected to another being, and he could clearly feel every subtle emotion of the other person.

It's as if they are an inseparable whole.

"You have an opportunity to ask me a question. Do you want to use it now?"

Use it. He won't try to summon the primordial celestial body again. The message Meng Mei sent him was probably a warning to him not to call that name casually.

Because it will really call out the ghosts.

"So what is your question?"

Gojo Satoru wiped the blood from his nose with his hand. His vision was distorted and his brain felt like it was being pricked by needles. He understood that this was the price of attracting the attention of the primordial celestial body.

It rewards those who endure this pain.

Those who cannot bear it will leave silently when the summoner's body collapses.

"My question is—■■■■"

The voice was hoarse and every word was heartbreaking.

The empty and illusory voice paused and answered him truthfully.

〖I〗

After the question-and-answer session, the shadow swam back and stopped moving. The stagnant air began to flow again, and the pressure suddenly eased. Some unknown existence had left.

Gojo Satoru fell on the bed, covering his face and gasping for breath.

Did Hipper ever tell the truth? This woman who is full of lies.

Really...

That's great.

If lies can build truth, then keep it. Even if it is a dream, please don't break it.