Mysteries: Arcana Wars

This series of analyses was like a series of sharp knives, piercing Fors' heart, trying to force her to dispel the layers of fog lingering in the depths of her soul. The strong sense of invasion suddenly made Fors feel an inexplicable fear.

Then an inexplicable and strong resistance rose from her feet and rushed straight into her mind. Uneasy, repulsive, frightened, and terrified, chaotic and strange emotions immediately enveloped Fors, like an invisible high wall, like a heavy dark cloud, tightly wrapped around her heart, making every cell in her body resist this topic, resist a certain answer.

But Shining Tesla didn't care about Fors's struggle at the moment. She was still shouting around Fors, dancing in a staggering manner and pouring piles of data storage sticks into the shredder.

“But you are different from others, you have a choice.

"In damn Backlund, many people are bound to a small workstation for their entire lives, playing their own boring roles until they die. They are bound by their families and money. Their current living conditions make them extremely miserable, but they are powerless to change. They can only wait for time to erase their meaningless lives, or for them to be directly submerged by the tide of a certain era.

"It's not their fault. Being ordinary and poor is not their fault. Not everyone has the ability and conditions to resist and struggle. They have been drained of their spirit and energy by this monster disguised as a city. They can't even feel confused or resentful. In the end, all their thoughts will turn into unrealistic fantasies and disappear into thin air. Only numb and fragile souls will be left, tied to this abyss by the social roles they cannot escape.

“Choice and change, whether successful or not, are a privilege for the people of this city and are only in the hands of a very small number of people.

"In front of this damn Backlund, everyone is its food.

"But you are different, little cutie. You are a lucky person. There are too many opportunities in front of you, but you can't step out of your Backlund to grab them..."

"No, stop talking!"

Fors interrupted Shining's chatter loudly, trying her best to end the topic.

"Why are you so sure? Where is the chance you are talking about?"

"Who knows? This is just my inference about you. At most, I have a little bit of erratic spiritual intuition. It's really strange. Normally, my spiritual intuition about an ordinary person is very clear and certain, but my spiritual intuition about you is so vague and unclear... Oh, maybe this is the effect of soul tearing and the edge of madness...

"Moreover, look at this [Sleeping Hermann], he doesn't seem like a kind-hearted person who would just kidnap a useless passerby from the ground for fun. You must be very special and extremely valuable to him. That's why he brought you with him like this - isn't this the variable and opportunity in your life?"

"Then why are you telling me this?"

"Because I don't want to end up with a teammate who is indecisive, dithering, and unable to make correct judgments at the end of my life."

“…Wait…Eh!?!”

This sudden turn of topic caught Fors off guard.

"Tonight's things are simple!"

Shining patted the incinerator.

“After we finish processing the data here, we will go out and transport the big communicator to the ground along the old track at the well.

"Then if nothing unexpected happens, I will probably die on the way, and I'll have to trouble you to operate and transport me up the last leg.

"Don't worry, the operation is not difficult, and I believe that there must be people from the Church of Evernight watching over you and connecting with you. It's okay, it's not a problem."

"This, this, this - this is not a question of whether it is troublesome or not!"

exclaimed Fowles, frightened at such a wild plan.

"How come you're ready to sacrifice yourself? If even you can't make it to the top, then I can't do it!"

"Relax, little cutie. Whether this road is difficult or not has nothing to do with whether I can survive."

The Shining spoke of the plan in a very leisurely tone, which surprised Fowles.

"It's just that I have to die here."

"Wait, this is too sudden..."

Fors suddenly felt a little dizzy.

She had only been with Shining Tesla for a few short days, but this living person had already entered Fors' world.

This is an inventor and electrical engineer who is very passionate about technology. Even though madness is gradually eating away at her sanity, she continues to live her wonderful life fearlessly and pursues her goals and plans cheerfully.

Fors's shallow social experience could not support her to read more from Shining, and the short time they spent together could not allow Fors to think more carefully.

Shining Tesla almost satisfied all of Fors's fantasies about a "mad scientist", like a fictional character from a classic fantasy movie.

But such a person would, after leaving her with a surreal life, destroy all the materials that carried her memories, and even erase himself from this world.

Leaving her alone again.

It was so cruel, Fors thought. He had entered her world so forcefully and changed the trajectory of her life, but he had never told her what to do next. Then he had ruthlessly left this world completely, leaving her alone to sink into the warm and beautiful life that had disappeared and could never be regained.

"But, but what about your brother and your children? You still have your company and your family. Are you just going to leave them alone like this?"

"Sander is already an outstanding president. He is much better than me in terms of operation and management. In terms of technology, Sander actually has great potential, but he thinks I am more capable of technical work, so he gave all the technical exploration to me.

"Now, it's time to give him some possibilities back."

Shining hummed a tune as he moved around the processing room, but spoke words that sounded like his last words.

"As for BB..."

"Excuse me, BB is...?"

"BB Tesla, the daughter of me and Shanning. Of course, you can also say that I am the daughter of myself."

"?"

Fors suddenly felt a little confused.

"What a catchy name... Then does the communicator we are going to deliver soon have a name?"

"Of course, it is now called the [Dark Lighthouse]."

"?"

It can be seen that this daughter, who was used to eliminate the redundant extraordinary characteristics, was really born carelessly.