188. Chapter 188 – The Possibility of Village Access Networks
Chapter 188 – The Possibility of Village Access Network
After a brief moment of dizziness, Heine successfully accessed the magic network.
As Carl had said, this place was indeed a flood of information.
Heine had been to the Jugou Waterfall in his previous life, and although the spiritual experience was not as graphic and concrete as what he saw with his physical eyes, the sensation under his eyes was as if hundreds of waterfalls with different directions, locations, and sizes were intricately intertwined in front of him.
It was as if information was being transported in an orderly fashion amidst the disorderly turbulence, with a vast amount of information flashing by in front of him at every instant.
He was in the midst of the turbulence, but stood firm.
On the surface of his consciousness-embodied body, a layer of black bark-like clothing protected him.
These turbulences were also a mixture of gray and black, with occasional flashes of bright silver, but they were quickly engulfed and swept away.
Heine was vaguely aware of the way Quirkus protected himself.
These metahumans had become one with the filth in their long years of labor, and the black sludge would only flow in the direction where it could be tainted by it, or where it could dissolve itself.
But if he camouflaged himself with embers, he would be considered a “corpse”.
Corpses cannot purify the black mud, so they will not be targeted.
Heine approached a turbulence and tried to communicate with it.
As a result, he received an icy feedback.
“Roll.”
It wasn’t from a certain genin, but a strong group resentment.
Undeterred, Heine looked for a turbulence that didn’t seem as dark in color.
This time it didn’t make him roll, but the response was still not very friendly.
“Please roll.”
Blocked by these realizations, he couldn’t even drill through.
Heine simply lifted a small portion of the protection, revealing a clean embodiment of consciousness.
He felt like he had tugged up a section of his pants leg, exposing his hairy calves to fish for sharks in the ocean water.
“Come and bite me~”
In a flash, all this filthy turbulence moved!
Tentacles of intermingled gray and black surged out of the turbulence like some kind of parasites, twisting their bodies and frantically stretching towards him.
But as they drew away one after another, the color of some of the turbulence lightened considerably.
One of them even revealed a bit of a silver glow!
Heine immediately sped over and dove in headfirst.
He was instantly submerged by the turbulence, and the vast flow of information was suddenly squeezed over in a single stream.
It was disorganized and had no head or tail.
“…… an! House of Truth, ■Month ■Day for you, this is Magic Daily, sponsored by ■■Ink, for safety scroll experiments, just use ■……”
“…… ‘■■, when will you pay the ■■ gold you owe me?’ This briefing is from ■City of ■……”
“……■ Brand Magic Ink sales are up year-on-year■■……”
…
Heine felt like a billboard standing on the highway, watching the oncoming and offcoming vehicles whiz by.
There were fast and slow, many and few.
How much he could see depended partly on whether the information was public or not, and partly on how fast it traveled.
One can also discover the pattern after seeing it for a long time.
The larger the amount of information, the slower it ran, such as a magical daily newspaper like “Good Morning, Truth House”.
The “bulletin”, on the other hand, runs fast because it’s only one sentence long.
As for the “xx brand ink sales increased year-on-year”, it was like an internal secret, but although it ran slowly, it was tightly encapsulated, so he couldn’t see anything.
Gradually, in Heine’s perception, there was a change in the flow of information.
It is no longer their active “flow”, but an invisible hand is alternately pushing them to move.
This feeling became stronger and stronger, and he was getting closer and closer to this group of industrious little ones.
“What do you guys do for work?”
“Transportation~ Transportation~ Transportation~”
The voice that responded revealed exhaustion, but it was still kind.
Just then, a creepy realization came.
“Help me ……”
Such clear desperation and pain made Heine snap back to her senses.
It was only then that he realized that he had completely abandoned his disguise at some point and was fully engrossed in the perception of the magical pathway.
And the gray-black filth had already chased after him, seizing his ankles and wrists like a quagmire.
Heine hastily donned his full disguise and turned around.
He was directly out of the magic net this time.
…
Consciousness returned to his body and he felt a spinning of the sky, luckily Karl held him up.
“My lord, are you alright?” .
“Are you blind? Does this look like I’m okay?”
Heine blurted out.
Carl was also confused by the scolding.
Heine couldn’t help but freeze even after he finished.
He was just about to apologize when the words reached his mouth, but a nameless fire sprang up with them.
–His life was saved by me, what’s wrong with me cursing him?
This is not right.
“I’m sorry, I …… left for a moment.”
Heine left in a hurry.
…
On the way, no matter what he pondered, he would be interrupted by negative emotions that popped up for no reason.
When thinking about the black mud he had just seen, he would become uncontrollably angry.
When thinking about the withered beasts that remained here, he would become bloodthirsty and tyrannical for no reason.
He walked out of the heart chamber and saw Gray Moon heading this way from afar, and charming thoughts appeared in his mind uncontrollably.
He had never found it so difficult to control his emotions.
“Don’t follow me!”
Throwing down the word, he stomped over Quirkus’ body to the top of the tree alone.
Looking at the distant sky, Heine slowly emptied his brain.
He began to search for those black emotions hidden in his perceptions.
……
After a while, he reached out his hand.
Under the pupil of the dead, there was an additional dark, writhing mass in his palm.
Only the size of a pea, it made him lose control of his emotions.
The thought of Quirkus fighting against the sea of black slime over the past years gave him a pang of emotion.
“Maybe it’s the slow thinking of the trees that allows it to cope better.”
Suddenly, Heine felt his mental energy depleting rapidly.
It actually surged into this mass of matter in his palm in a brain.
The latter then began to struggle violently, and then a little bit of it faded away from pitch black and turned …… silver?
Heine’s heart shook wildly:
“Could this be the …… purification of Spirit Ashes to Yuan Material?”
Could it be that all the silver-colored broken light in that fog in the Blighted Trail was born this way?
At this time, Gray Moon climbed up and said in quite a surprise:
“What is this?”
“I call this meta material, this in front of me should be called …… active meta material.”
Heine couldn’t help but smile.
Ashmoon: “I’ve seen this in Quirkus’ memories, and those black …… ones you call Spirit Ashes.”
“Yes, it seems you digested the information thoroughly. What are you doing here looking for me?”
“The human said you weren’t in the right state and asked me to come up and take a look.”
She surveyed Heine, “But I don’t see anything wrong.”
Heine laughed softly, “I don’t think you’re such a gentle and considerate type, tell me, what did you learn from Carl and what new ideas did you have?”
Gray Moon rolled her eyes.
“I’ve considered your plan, you’re bound to need one thing if you want this place to be the eye of the Makara Mountains along with the Cuirassiers.”
Heine couldn’t help but ask, “Are you trying to say magic net?”
Ashitsuki froze, “How did you know?”
“Carl can tell you nothing more than the Magic Web.” Heine shook her head, “It’s something I want too, it’s not something you can just think about.”
“I know, but I don’t think it’s that hard after hearing how the Magic Web works.”
Gray Moon continued, “Decades ago-forty years ago to be exact-the mages sent by the Truth Academy to build those three magical communication stations were only rank four at the highest, and their genjutsu affinity must not have been as high as yours.”
Heine: “Since you finished reading Quirkus’s memories, you should know that the magic network was built over eight hundred years ago, right?”
“Yes, but forty years ago, those mages plugged three silver orbs you call meta-spirit spells into the magic network, and they connect the Cuirass Courtyard in the north, the Eagle’s Nest Mountain in the southwest, and the Elven Sentinel Tower in the southeast.
“That is to say, it’s not that difficult to build magical pathways, the hard part is how you’re going to make sure they’re not contaminated.”
Hearing this, Heine said with interest, “Sounds like you’ve found a method?”
Gray Moon didn’t answer directly, but spoke slowly:
“In the past, there has been a rumor circulating within the Night Elves that the tree herders were the cause of the spread of the blight.
“For a long time I thought it was malicious slander, but after what happened to Quirkus, I suddenly realized that being able to freely dispose of the life force and wantonly change a plant’s life form somehow also belongs to ‘enslavement’.
“This kind of behavior is no different from Quirkus’ ‘bondage’ based on good intentions, and even worse.
“So, just as there is pollution in the fog of the Blight Trail, and those ‘spirits’ feel pain, so the behavior of the Tree Shepherd causes the forest to feel pain, and the blight is pollution.”
Heine pondered, “Are you trying to say that the Magic Web is contaminated for a similar reason?”
“Yes.” Gray Moon nodded, “Just like the veins Quirkus left in the ground, I think you can build a clean set of magic webs, underground, not in the sky.”
(End of chapter)