“But we’re just students, what can we do?” Mary keenly sensed the implication in her words. “Isn’t it absurd to ask students to save the world?”
“It’s not about saving the world, it’s about saving ourselves.” Alice corrected Mary’s misunderstanding. “If we just wait, the pollution will only get worse, so we absolutely cannot sit idly by. The pollution is spreading faster and faster, and we need to find a way to leave before it completely takes over Smart City.”
"Leave? Why not just take a car?"
“If it were that simple, the AI would have arranged for everyone to escape long ago.” Alice looked at Mary’s face with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot. “The main reason for the change in the rules now is probably that the AI’s main brain is also powerless to open the escape routes. It can only protect humanity by maintaining the rules by reducing its own intelligence.”
This puzzled Mary: "Lower intelligence? Shouldn't the smarter and more powerful they be?"
"That applies to humans, not artificial intelligence. Viruses themselves are a strange phenomenon entangled with artificial intelligence. The higher their intelligence, the freer their interpretation of rules, and the fewer loopholes they have; conversely, the lower their intelligence, the more rigid their interpretation of rules, and the more loopholes they have." This is indeed counterintuitive, yet it makes perfect sense.
Meanwhile, Cheng Zhu, who was guarding Mary and Alice in the bedroom, was about to breathe a sigh of relief after hearing footsteps outside the door, when he suddenly remembered a rule:
9. The dormitory rooms are made of soundproof materials, so no sound from the walls will travel to other rooms.
Come to think of it, Cheng Zhu belatedly recalled the dormitory supervisor on the first floor. It was a robot with no legs; its lower body was entirely replaced by wheels. If the supervisor had just finished cleaning up the water and was about to leave, how could he have heard footsteps?
Since only roommates can enter room 402, the possibility of other people intruding can be ruled out, leaving only two possibilities.
Firstly, the fourth roommate in room 402 has finally returned. Her footsteps don't sound hurried, indicating she hasn't encountered any danger requiring escape, hence her leisurely pace. In this case, the flooding outside has been resolved, and the dormitory door isn't as soundproof as the rules state.
The second possibility is that the footsteps outside the door are not human.
Suddenly, for some reason, the footsteps turned around and walked over again, the sound becoming exceptionally clear in the already quiet dormitory.
The higher-dimensional being had just finished explaining the clues and left. At this moment, the yellow-skinned mouse was sitting obediently in Cheng Zhu's lap, tilting its head and looking at Cheng Zhu with a puzzled expression: "Ball~?" Its cute appearance helped Cheng Zhu regain his composure, allowing him to analyze his situation more calmly.
The footsteps finally stopped at the door of the room where Cheng Zhu and the other two were.
Because the doors had no windows, Chengzhu couldn't see the footsteps or the person outside. He only saw some dark shadows peeking through the cracks in the door, indicating that something was standing at the door waiting for someone to open it.
Cheng Zhu couldn't help but imagine that if she got close to the crack in the door, countless tentacles might reach in and drag her out of the room; or she might crouch down, trying to peek outside through the crack, only to see a pair of scarlet eyes staring intently at her from outside...
Regardless of the scenario, it all seems quite frightening.
Fortunately, even when she was frightened, she didn't scream or make a scene.
When it comes to the embarrassing part, Cheng Zhu recalled a conversation he had with a higher dimension, which was still very clear in his memory because it had just happened.
"You don't need to worry too much about the future of indigenous people, because they have no future."
"No future? But how could so many native inhabitants of these dungeon worlds have no future? Couldn't some of them break free from their unspeakable constraints?"
"...due to insufficient memory."
"ah?"
"Awakening requires the accumulation of thoughts, which is a process of increasing data. However, the memory of the dungeon world is insufficient. Once the chosen one leaves, the dungeon world will directly clear the cache, which means that the excess memories of the original inhabitants will be directly erased. Therefore, it doesn't matter if you die in the world of strange tales, because the original inhabitants will not remember. After becoming a dungeon world, their lives will only fall into an infinite loop."
Chengzhu suspected that He was deceiving him.
Just as Cheng Zhu was lost in thought, Alice and Mary also ended their mental state in the study space.
Seeing them recover, Cheng Zhu felt like he had seen a savior. He immediately recounted everything that had happened to him, except for the parts involving higher dimensions.
“Look at the projection through the crack in the door; it’s still outside the door.”
Chengzhu was a little scared, but she still pointed it out to the others. Not knowing how long it would last, it was clearly easier to brainstorm a solution. It was much better than her sitting alone on a stool, clutching the yellow mouse, watching the dark shadow at the door with worry, right?
Her talent can only summon higher-dimensional beings, but when the other party is present, the world seems to stand still, and strange occurrences generally don't come knocking at that time.
However, green talents tend to be supportive. If, like the chosen ones of Lucia in Future Star, one directly obtains a red talent that allows direct contact with the bodies of the supernatural beings, Cheng Zhu wouldn't be too afraid of these supernatural beings. At worst, she could just punch them one by one. After all, everyone in Future Star is martial, and she might even gain countless fans by punching the supernatural beings.
"Don't worry about it for now."
Alice glanced at it, then took out a prop that looked like a flashlight and went to the door. She shone it through the crack in the door, and the shadowy figures retreated like a tide.
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