Chapter 711 710 Subspace Defense Code #1! Don’t talk to you.

Chapter 711 710.Subspace Defense Code Number One! Don’t play with the bad friends in your head!

Tris is an amazing vampire in every sense of the word.

She’s super strong but has a salty personality, is suspiciously inextricably linked to some dangerous denizenship rituals, and is plagued by a past that has left her with slight signs of schizophrenia.

Of course, Murphy thinks that there is no problem with Tris’s spirit, and that the so-called “Scarlet Witch” personality is probably just the result of that god’s sin that Dusk created through the hands of Salokdar, who is secretly messing with her.

But apart from that, there is still a positive side to Tris’s character.

For example, she is very interested in all things otherworldly, when she’s not with Murphy, the Blood Vulture Archduke spends most of her time browsing the forums for otherworldly things, and with the Transylvanian Tavern app, Tris’s browseable knowledge has been expanded almost infinitely.

She even learned how to use some modern technology through the app’s built-in browser, and used it as a basis to try to master the use of the overly advanced “Golden Age” artifacts in the Land of Creation.

So far, Tris was doing quite well.

She was able to use some of the simple instruments in the bio-room to aid in her alchemy.

Moreover, through the “otherworldly knowledge” that “Cavendina’s Warrior” Lumina continuously brought over, Tris’s mastery of otherworldly chemistry was also gradually improving.

It could be said that she was the one with the strongest learning ability among all the NPCs, and also the one with the highest desire to come into contact with the other world.

When she encountered this kind of opportunity to directly talk with otherworldly people, of course, she was not willing to let go, so before Murphy came, she first took over this “cross-world conversation”.

Of course, pretending to be a god or something must still be a wave.

As a spiritual energy master, Tris knows how to use these rituals to strengthen her own “gold” in the other party’s mind.

“Hmm.”

The moment Cement’s consciousness was “taken over”, her body began to move abnormally, as if a higher-than-reality will was entering this body, or as if an elephant’s soul was being housed in an ant’s body.

She sat up in a posture not quite befitting a paralyzed patient.

This action made Brother Loyalty immediately feel for the big thud hidden in his waist, but was stopped by Master Qin.

“No need to worry, both of you.”

A voice that had been purposely disguised as an ethereal and peculiar electronic tone by Tris using the voice-changing program of the monitoring station came out from the Cement Sister’s mouth as she surveyed everything around her with an interested expression and said in a careless tone:
“The feeling of observing the world with my two eyes is so marvelous every time, it makes me speculate about the daily lives of you three-dimensional creatures, and the feeling of vocalizing with my vocal cords is exhausting, unfortunately this shell does not have any special organs that can allow me to communicate with you more efficiently with my spirit.

She is too weak to bear the weight of my soul, even if it is only a projection of reality, so let us begin this conversation.

Ask the questions, Bluestarians.

Ask your questions, and I will give you the answers.”

Lo and behold!

What do you mean, playing God?

Tris even said “three-dimensional creatures”, a high-end word she had just learned, and interpreted the tone of the higher beings to the lower beings as if they were equal, but in fact with a hint of “contempt”.

This is actually quite normal.

For example, a vampire spiritual energy master like her would not think that she was equal to an ant in terms of personality, but unfortunately, the power comparison between Tris and Master Qin was probably even greater than the difference between a human and an ant.

That’s why this wave belonged to this color.

Embarrassingly, the stupid Bluestar people really ate it up .
At least in Master Qin and Brother Loyalty’s opinion, a true Type 3 contact should be of this tone.

So in the face of Tris’s waiting, Master Qin hesitated and opened his mouth to ask:
“About subspace.”

“That’s not something you should worry about right now, the threat of subspace is still far away from your world where supernatural powers don’t exist.”

Tris replied:
“But to be able to ask that question, it seems that you guys already understand the kind of pitfalls that could arise, so I will tell you that what is happening in Transylvania is a scenario of what would evolve if a world were to come under the attention of subspace.

The first thing to change is the ecology.

Have you heard of the phenomenon of ‘psychic erosion’ in your travels in the other world?”

“Uh-huh.”

Master Qin said with a serious nod:

“It is said that all those creatures in the Transylvanian world that are currently gifted with psychic energy are abilities that have been eroded and transformed after years and years of exposure to psychic energy. According to the only words we have learned about the Golden Era so far, the activities of psychic energy were not rampant during that era.”

“Very well, it seems that you did learn a little something during this ‘planetary level social experiment’ conducted by my companions, it is truly amazing to see how much you have learned.”

Tris appreciated, then said:
“Inferior psychic energies originating from subspace entered the material world after being diluted in the astral realm, and they spent over a thousand years transforming a world where psychic energy did not exist into what it is today.

Since you have already understood the existence of the Golden Era, you should know that the industrial technology developed as you did in that era was the mainstream, but of course, the technology used by the Creator’s servants is several generations ahead of your current standard.

But even they were not able to resist the pervasive corrosion of subspace.

What if.
I mean, if your world is similarly concerned by subspace, then the ecology of your world will definitely be transformed much more rapidly than on the Transylvanian side, because your resistance to psychic energy erosion is much weaker than that of the Golden Era.

But as I concluded earlier.

You don’t have to worry about subspace just yet, there are no signs that you’ve been noticed by subspace, but because of the reckless behavior of this individual I’m using some time ago, that risk exists.”

“Thank you for your answer, Your Excellency the Watcher.”

Master Qin let out a long breath as he glanced at Brother Loyalty, who signaled that it had been fully recorded.

Old Qin then asked again:
“Now that we have confirmed the true existence of the Transylvanian world, the excavation and research into the technological power of the Golden Era opened by us will affect your . Uh, world-class social experiment observation?”

“No, of course not.”

Tris let out a light laughter, as if Master Qin had asked a very stupid question.

She shook her head as she maneuvered her Cement Sister’s body, made a ‘please’ motion, and said:

“The Observers are also interested in the Creator Technologies of the Golden Era, and while they represent another way of embodying the truth, we are not stubborn. We would be happy to see you discover more of the hidden mysteries of the Transylvanian worlds in your excavations of the past.

In fact, the world of Transylvania is a classic example of a ‘subspace victim’, which is why we have chosen it as our experimental site.

So, in the face of your question, I would say, go for it.

We’ll be behind the scenes giving you our blessing.”

“But why us?”

Master Qin pursued:
“You’ve spent so much effort linking the two worlds together in a ‘game’ manner, and I think that for the level of power of a group like yours that can easily communicate across universes, you could have found more and more advantageous worlds to experiment with.

Is there any special feature of our world that deserves such attention from you?”

The question stumped Tris, who was pretending to be a god.

She lapsed into silence and was thinking about how to put it off when she suddenly felt a cold hand on her shoulder. She looked up from her mechanical chair at the monitor station to see Murphy, who had rushed back, smiling at her and handing her a card for hints in passing, with a line written on it.

Tris raised an eyebrow when she read it, then continued to manipulate the Cement Sister’s body and replied in a calm tone:
“When did I say that Bluestar and Transylvania are the only planetary-level social experiments we are currently observing?”

“Huh?”

The response made Master Qin’s eyes widen, and then he heard the peculiar female observer say:

“You are nothing special, Bluestarians. This is simply a simultaneous, plural-level observation experiment to confirm the different effects of subspace forces on worlds with different power profiles in different cosmic environments.

You are just one of the samples.

And the reason we are moving from behind the scenes to the foreground to have this direct interaction with you is purely because the behavior of the individual I am currently using sparked our attention not too long ago.

There are few worlds that can understand the truth of it all, and even fewer that dare to pry into us.

In this respect, the Lansing people are not only curious, but courageous.

But it was an accident.

It proves nothing.”

The answer felt disappointing, but Master Qin keenly caught a hint of the hint in the observer’s words, and he held the armrest of his wheelchair with both hands as he nervously pursued the question:
“So the erosion of subspace is a universal phenomenon that occurs in many worlds?”

“Well, you’re really perceptive, Bluestar Man.”

Tris replied, following Murphy’s gesture:

“It can indeed be considered a cosmic problem, which is the main reason we are conducting this observational experiment This body won’t last much longer, and our conversation is coming to an end.

Come on.

One last question.”

“So, if subspace erosion does occur in the future, how do we defend against it?”

Master Qin asked a crucial question, and the opposite party was silent for a moment before answering:

“I can’t give you a standard answer, because the signs of subspace erosion aren’t the same under different worlds, but it’s certain that the Dusk Cultists you saw in Transylvania are the corrosive archetypes of it.

Subspace shadow is a very broad concept.

But one thing is certain, they cannot invade worlds with intact dimensional boundaries with impunity, so they will choose some ‘spokespersons’ in the target worlds before the truly terrible invasion takes place.”

Tris said softly with a warning tone:
“If the erosion of Bluestar does occur, bear in mind to find those spokespersons and destroy them before they cause more danger.

Above all, if certain whispers appear in your minds .
Do not respond!”

With that, Tris ended the conversation.

The moment she turned off the monitoring program, Sister Cement’s suppressed consciousness immediately regained control of her body, and she coughed out a pained cry, again being assisted by Brother Loyalty as several doctors rushed in to stabilize her.

However, Sister Cement struggled to set them aside and said to Master Qin and Brother Loyalty:
“Over there . Don’t let them use that prototype, I can’t be sure I’ve ever heard that whisper, but once they’re in the middle of that area it’s easy to cough up, the risk is intensifying sorry . ME.
I did the wrong thing .”

“Rest, take it easy, even without you this universal phenomenon on a cosmic scale will find us one day, if what those watchers say is true.”

Master Qin comforted:
“Get well first, you’ll be busy afterward.”

On the other hand, in the monitoring room of the Land of Creation, Murphy gave his old baby a thumbs up and said appreciatively:
“Playing God is really something, Lord Tris! Even I was fooled by you.”

“It’s nothing, you know back in the days when I was a Scarlet Witch, I occasionally indulged in projecting my own projection down someone else’s fireplace flames in one of the poorer parts of the world, pretending to be an Exterminator for fun.”

Tris chuckled, waving her hand as she did so:

“Those were the good old days, and I remember some of the guys forming a ‘Witch Cult’ to worship me for being such a great guy . Are you all done over there?”

“Not yet, there’s a lot going on.”

Murphy said with a sigh:
“They’ve come up with a battle plan, but it’ll take time to see if it can be executed, and we’re all going to be busy, we all are . Hmm?”

He stopped talking and looked at Her Excellency the Witch, who was staring at him with a strange look in front of him.

Murphy said:
“What for? Why are you staring at me with those eyes that want to eat me?”

“What do you think?”

Tris grunted, pointed to the bedroom, and said:
“Since you’re busy, why don’t you pay your rations for the month or two after that? You’re here anyway, and look how dirty you are, here, let’s get you cleaned up.”

“Uh.”
—
“The one codenamed ‘Prometheus’ was rescued, the lab was destroyed, and it turns out our counterparts were farther along on that one than we were. They understood the weight of the matter better than our stupid Congressional lords.

Damn!

We’ve lost the possibility of catching up.”

On the island where the Cement Sisters were previously held, a helicopter was crossing over the mangled wreckage below, and the head of the project in the airfield spoke to his superiors with an angry look on his face:
“This matter must be pursued!”

“So your first reaction after something bad happens is to pursue responsibility?”

That superior sitting across from him grunted and bristled:
“Didn’t she leave some data behind? And the construction plans for that prototype, couldn’t a new one be made?”

“Yes it can, but that cunning little yellow cat hid the core parameters, our scientists can’t crack it, it’s a new technology after all, it’s still imperfect and there are still a lot of black domains. Experimenting without finding the core parameters of the quantum communication module will only blow the brains out of one unlucky person after another.”

“Then go crack it! Go try it!”

The officer chided:
“I’ll give you more men, more money, more equipment, that’s the last tool we have left at hand, make sure you find that damn parameter and finish the chase. I don’t know what the other side is up to in this case, but what they have, we must have too!
This is going to be the Star Wars program for a new era.

If the worst kind of approach is going to be used, so be it!
This country is never short of consumables anyway, and aren’t the borders full of freedom-hungry people waiting to enter the country? They’re eager to contribute to the beacon of freedom, so give them a chance!”

“This.”

The project leader was horrified.

He knew that there was some kind of terrifying meaning represented in this light sentence, and was even more terrified of the horrifying consequences that would come from this matter once it was disclosed.

But he also knew that this was a “fine tradition” of their department, and since they had once been able to swindle a community with lies about syphilis in order to carry out medical experiments, it was understandable that they would do something even more brutal in the new era.

He fell silent, trying to come up with a solution, and just then, his comms went off.

A few seconds later the person in charge with a rather subtle expression reported to his superior:
“A test subject well, the unlucky one who had previously used the prototype resulting in total body paralysis, he awoke half an hour ago and turned into a psychopath. The doctors say his brainwaves are so disturbed that they can’t be cured, but the guy keeps muttering some kind of whisper, some kind of summoning.

He said he confirmed he heard the voice of a deity when that spirit left his body.
This would have been completely unremarkable before, nothing more than another tragedy. But considering some of the details we have so far, I think that we should look deeper?
What do you say?”

(End of chapter)