Endless Debt.

Chapter 873 Restart
"Where are we?"

After a short period of panic, little Freya calmed down and asked vigilantly.

"Shouldn't this place be destroyed?"

She also recognized this as the main laboratory, where the real Freya copied her consciousness into the ruins, and where they were attacked by Freya.

"I don't know either," Bologo speculated, shaking his head, "we might be in her cluster consciousness."

"Cluster consciousness?"

Little Freya froze for a moment, and then she recalled the scene just now, when Burrog rushed in front of the hazy light and threw himself into the light ball.

It was a light cluster composed of countless Freya's consciousness.

"A spiritual world made up of consciousness," Burrog continued, "is also the core of the Freyas."

As soon as Bologo's voice fell, a series of vibrating sounds came from the dark space, like some kind of old equipment restarting, it made a buzzing noise, and then the current surged, and one after another cold white light fell from the top of the head, illuminating the place.

This time, Bologo not only saw Freya clearly under the spire, but also saw Freya standing on the steps surrounded by countless numbers outside the spire.

They bowed their heads and remained silent, like towering sculptures. Burrog was amazed by this grotesque scene, and then he raised his hand to motion for little Freya to follow him closely.

In the past, little Freya would probably have been terrified and trembling, standing still, not daring to move, and crying endlessly, but during the time she was working with Borrog, little Freya's mind was growing rapidly... To be precise, she was learning.

Bologo could clearly notice that after just a few hours, little Freya's mental stability was much stronger than when he first met her, and even her courage became very firm, as if these few hours were as long as months to little Freya, and her nature was easily changed.

Bologo led little Freya up the steps, but as soon as they stepped on the first step, all Freya raised their heads one after another, and countless cold eyes stared at Bologo.

Even Bologo, under the strange and cold gaze, couldn't help but stagnate, but then he became more determined and stepped on the second step.

Although little Freya has grown up, it is still a bit reluctant for her to bear all this in one go. Fortunately, she has found a solution.

She grabbed Burlogo's arm and bowed her head, not looking at anyone or meeting anyone's eyes.

"I need your absolute confidence in me, Freya," said Burlogo. "It's about your internship grade."

"Are you talking about your internship results at a time like this?" Little Freya couldn't help but said, "I know, I'm not an intern..."

Little Freya is just a copy of someone, just like all Freya in this strange space, when she learns that she is not unique, she will inevitably have many complicated emotions, not to mention that the firm cognition in the past will fall apart.

It's terrible, in the eyes of little Freya, the experience of these few hours is longer than the sum of her past years.

"No, this kind of thing depends on you. You think you are an intern, that is," Bologo emphasized, "For example, in your eyes, am I still an evil spirit?"

Little Freya raised her head cautiously, only to see the back of a tall and ferocious evil spirit, she immediately lowered her head again, "Well, it's still that evil spirit."

Bologo asked again, "Then do you think I'm really an evil spirit?"

This time, little Freya fell silent. If she really felt that Bologo was a terrifying evil spirit, she should have thrown off Burlogo's hand and run away screaming at this time, but little Freya didn't do that. Faced with Burlogo's grotesque posture, she only felt a little resistance at most, and she didn't rise to the point of fear at all.

"Right, these are just illusory illusions, you have already suffered from cognitive distortion, why not be more idealistic?"

Burogo continued, "If you prefer yourself as an intern, then treat yourself as an intern. We will work together to solve this crisis. I will apply and give you a full score for your internship. You will have a new position and a new life."

Little Freya's eyes were slightly distracted, she was attracted by Burogo's promise, which was something she had never touched before.

Suddenly, little Freya stopped in her footsteps, and she said nervously, "Something's wrong."

"What's wrong?" asked Burrog.

"You...how are you so good at..." Little Freya's vocabulary is limited, and she didn't know how to describe it for a while.

"Good at enlightening?"

From the perspective of little Freya, the evil spirit turned his head, revealing a very creepy but kind smile.

"I met a child who was a thousand times worse than you before. Wow, she is really much more trouble than you," Burrog sighed. "You just hide in the corner and cry endlessly, but she really has the power to put crazy ideas into practice."

"what?"

"She even gave me a few knives, and of course she apologized to me later, but it still sounds weird, right?"

"what?"

Little Freya couldn't understand what Burrog was talking about, but she probably understood what Burrog meant. He was very good at dealing with trouble, even with problem children.

"Freya, the main event is coming up, are you ready?"

Bologo looked forward, and the steps were about to come to the end. Old Freya was sitting on a chair under the steeple. Her eyes were gloomy. Although she didn't attack, she was still staring at Bologo, full of hatred.

"it is good."

After a series of conversations by Burrog, the pressure on little Freya's heart eased a lot, and then Burrog grabbed her hand tightly, and the ether bounced between their palms, like triggered static electricity.

Under Little Freya's gaze, the radiance of the alchemy matrix covered the scaled arm of the evil spirit, and then the lines of the light broke through the limitation of the body, and then crawled onto Little Freya's palm and arm.

Little Freya felt that another wave of ether was invading her body, and she immediately had a strong resistance, and even almost took the initiative to attack Burrog, but fortunately she restrained it.

"What are you doing?"

"Don't resist." Bologo's voice was cold and could not be refused.

Little Freya struggled for a while, but chose to believe in Bologo, obeyed his power, and let the ether occupy her body bit by bit, and even completely dominated her.

Now little Freya's life and death depend on Bologo's thoughts. Bologo can detonate Little Freya's ether from the inside, or activate protection to devour her ether just like beheading the security staff.

"I often tell myself that I must never be arrogant, and I must always remain humble."

Burrogo said, "So I have a principle that when I discover a possibility, there must be other people better than me who discovered this possibility many years ago."

"Just like you."

"I?"

"Are you really just an unstable mutation?" Burrog doubted, "As a mutation, your mutation direction is too stable."

Little Freya is too harmless to humans and animals. If she is really a mutant product, it should be that kind of vicious twisted will.

"Besides, when Freya copied her conscious body, since she even thought of mass reproduction and multiplication, then after she realized that she was cognitively distorted, didn't she expect that her conscious body would cause the ruins to go out of control?"

Bologo doesn't think he is much better than Freya in this aspect. He also believes that as a scholar who can complete consciousness duplication alone, Freya must have considered all possibilities.

"I think she must have thought about this kind of thing and made preparations," Boluoge sighed. "But she is only one person after all. Even if she has calculated all this and prepared to deal with it, accidents will inevitably occur."

"Like the response didn't kick in the way she thought it would."

Bologo said and looked at little Freya again, and little Freya seemed to understand what Burlogo said.

"You mean... I'm the countermeasure?"

"These Freyas have taken on different functions, and there will inevitably be many redundancies in the long operation, which will affect their operation, and even cause misunderstanding and operation direction."

Burrogo guessed, "These errors are becoming more and more redundant, and the ruined area is also distorted and deformed... The ruined area needs a restart, not just a restart, but also to replace all these redundant programs with a brand new, original program.

Just like what Freya did at the beginning, no one is born a warrior or a scholar, and everyone needs to learn. When her copying consciousness took over the functions of the ruined area, it also evolved through continuous learning. "

From blank paper to endless handwriting.

Little Freya felt an inexplicable sense of responsibility on her shoulders, and she understood Burlogo's guess, the essence of all this.

"Freya, you have completely different functions from them," Borrog concluded, "You can open the safe passage at will, which can only be done with extremely high authority in the Bureau of Order. Similarly, your authority level in the ruins area must be very high.

You are very pure, without any impurities, just like a newborn child. Under the influence of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, you hide in the ruins. If it wasn't for me... no, it would not be a coincidence, but a well-designed encounter.

Maybe you haven't noticed it yourself, but you are faithfully executing the order set by the real Freya, and restarting everything when the redundancy reaches the threshold.

But you can't, so you came to me. "

Little Freya was a little dazed, she said in disbelief, "No... how is this possible?"

"Nothing is impossible," Burrog shook his head and spread his palms, "This is the best proof."

The brand of the stick and sword is clearly reflected in the eyes.

Bologo couldn't help but softly said, "Freya knows that the Bureau of Order will survive the difficulties, and she also knows that the Bureau of Order will recover the lost ground one day, so she always remembers the imprint of the decision-making room."

Little Freya fell silent and stopped talking. At the end of the stairs, old Freya's eyes also changed. In her eyes, Bologo still had the posture of the evil spirit, but his inner self was faintly changing. The supreme authority belonging to the decision-making room overlapped little by little with Little Freya.

Even among the control schools, Bologo's secret energy is very special. Most of the control schools inject ether into the control objects for manipulation, and Bologo can spread his own alchemy matrix to the material when necessary, turning external objects into a part of himself, like manipulating his own limbs, to control the control objects.

With the alchemy matrix completely covering Little Freya's body, the supreme authority from the decision-making room is integrated with this brand new restart program.

Old Freya stood up, and the countless Freya on the stairs also took steps, and they walked towards Borrog, all covered in darkness, with cold faces.

"The Kenshi will never fall."

Old Freya paused while speaking, and then said more firmly, "The Kenshi will never fall."

Burrog didn't stop, the distance between him and old Freya was getting closer and closer, but old Freya was still talking endlessly, she repeated this sentence repeatedly, as if she had fallen into madness.

Until Burlog stood in front of her, until Burlog put his hand on her shoulder.

"I'm Bologo Lazarus, a commissioner from the decision-making room," Burlogo repeated again, "Your work is over, Freya Bradley, thank you for everything you have done for the Bureau of Order."

Old Freya stared blankly at Borrog, just like what happened to other Freya before, Old Freya also had a series of logical errors and conflicts.

A monster is actually saying this to himself, oh my god, it's crazy.

"No no no no."

Old Freya shook her head in pain, and the only few absolute instructions emerged in her mind, "You are not the commissioner of the decision-making room, we are the decision-making room."

"No, no, everything shouldn't be like this..."

She murmured in pain, as if trapped in a nightmare from which she could not wake up, and her other Freya also came over, and they all assumed fighting postures, as if they would gather into that huge light group again in the next second, and bestow fire on Bologo.

"Do you believe my hideous appearance and everything you have experienced before..."

Burrog sighed, raised his hand, and aimed his palm at old Freya's eyes, allowing the emblem of the staff and sword to fully reflect into its eyes.

"Still believe it."

Burrogo repeated in a mysterious way, "Rule One."

Old Freya's wailing stopped abruptly, and the pressing Freya also stopped.

Bologo took little Freya by the hand and led her over. Little Freya didn't flinch, summoned up her courage, and was ready to meet her fate.

At this moment, old Freya's eyes became clearer, as if she had found a trace of past memory from the tons of redundancy.

"Has the Kenshi fallen?" she asked.

"No, it's still standing," said Burlogo. "It always was, and it always will be."

Old Freya said again, "I killed 'em...I killed all of them.

"This is not your fault, even if it is your fault, you have already redeemed it," Bologo still raised his hand, "I pardon you in the name of the decision-making room and everyone."

A smile suddenly appeared on Old Freya's face, as if relieved, she moved out of the way.

Little Freya looked at the chair at the end of the road, it was empty, just waiting for someone to sit on it.

"What will happen?"

Little Freya asked in fear, no matter how much she believed in Burrog, she still panicked about the unknown future.

"I don't know," Burlogo shook his head, "but in any case, it can't be worse than the status quo."

Little Freya took a deep breath, and she held Burrog's hand tightly, relying on the coverage of the alchemy matrix, and shared the authority from the decision-making room with Burrog.

She sat up carefully and closed her eyes.

……

In the outpost, it has been a few days since Bologo sneaked into the ruined area. During this period, the staff were in place 24 hours a day, relying on the extended ether line, and roughly guessing Bologo's encounter and progress from the feedback of the ether line.

Mamo is still here, he is on standby with the staff like a supervisor, but his spirit is much weaker than other staff.

For some unknown reason, Mamo never closed his eyes to rest these days. The staff tried to persuade him, but he strongly opposed it.

Mamo was like an impatient child, as if waiting for some surprise.

He saved and waited until the mutation happened.

Suddenly the entire outpost shook violently. Mamo immediately cheered up. The power belonging to the Glory was about to move. Then the distorted space began to reset. Countless cubes were hidden back in the wall, and the extended dome kept pressing down and collapsing until it became a very ordinary ceiling again.

The staff couldn't understand the current changes. They only knew that the ruined area would continue to change towards chaos, and they had never seen the ruined area become orderly in reverse.

Before they could figure out the situation, a crisp bell rang.

Everyone turned their attention to the source of the sound, the elevator door leading to the ruins.

Everyone was extremely nervous, and after another clear and harsh bell, the elevator doors opened.

In the midst of everyone's attention, Bologo came out exhausted. Seeing Bologo like this, Mamo couldn't help but feel a little bit disappointed, as if some of his expectations had failed, but in the next second, another figure followed Bologo out.

Freya stuck her head out timidly.

The staff were stunned, and Mamo was also stunned. He couldn't figure out where Bologo conjured up such a little girl. What's worse, Mamo thought this little girl looked familiar to him.

Immediately afterwards, something even more terrible happened.

With Burlogo's helpless face, another Freya came out, and then the next one, the next one, the next one...

In a blink of an eye, there were twenty or thirty Freyas standing at the entrance of the elevator. Unlike the previous Freyas, this time they were all in the same age group and with the same appearance.In Burogo's words, this is the intern Freya.

After a short period of unfamiliarity, the Freyas started.

"Hi, I'm Freya."

"Hi, I'm Freya too."

"Hello, we are all Freya."

"Is this the reclamation room? Wow, it finally came out."

"Where is the sublimation furnace core now?"

"Speaking of which, I should be in the sublimation furnace core department."

"Ah... to be precise, an intern."

"Oh, what is this?"

"Why do you look like that?"

"You're a bear."

"Look, this is a robot."

"There's another stone man here!"

In an instant, the waiting outpost turned into a vegetable market, and the Freyas chattered non-stop. In their eyes, the employees were distorted by cognition into completely different creatures, so they chatted enthusiastically.

Bologo passed between the Freyas, with a look of lovelessness on his face, and came to Mamo. Bologo's voice was a little louder, so as to cover the conversation of the Freyas.

"Sorry, I didn't find the way to the Holy City," Bologo glanced at Freya and the others, "Because of some delays."

Bologo changed his voice, took out the group photo, and handed it to Mamo.

"But I found this."

Bologo approached Mamo and whispered, "Have you thought about how to explain to the decision-making room?"

Mamo didn't answer Bologo's words. He put away the group photo and turned to look at the Freyas walking around. He asked suddenly.

"Flya, in your eyes, what am I?"

A large area of ​​Freya stopped, Qiqi turned her head and looked at Mamo.

"a tree."

"An old tree."

"To be precise, it's rotten wood."

"But he should have been quite lush before."

Hearing the words one after another, Mamo couldn't help laughing. He rarely laughed so happily. The last time he laughed like this was when Bologo successfully explored the ether world.

"What's going on, Bologo?"

Mamo finally had time to deal with Bologo, he asked curiously.

Burrog sighed deeply.

"It's a long story... Let's find a quiet place to talk first."

(End of this chapter)