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1O's cold face couldn't help softening when he heard this sentence: "Good afternoon, V system, it's great that human beings survived~"

After she finished speaking, she turned to Weston and said, "I've brought you here. Your Excellency Meteora likes to be alone and think about tactics. Next, you can talk to her..."

"This system is AI?"

1O showed a natural expression: "Isn't it? This was designed by Your Excellency the Commander himself."

"..." Without this kind of memory, such a low-level mistake would indeed occur.

Fortunately, 1O didn't have any doubts.Or, as long as he has a source of adaptability, it doesn't matter to these girls whether he is the past commander or the current commander?

"Okay, then go and have a rest!"

"Commander..." After hearing this sentence, 1O's eyes instantly changed from coldness to tenderness.

"..." Weston showed a speechless expression: "Go."

"Yes!"

After 1O left, Joan of Arc showed a playful smile: "You pretend to be very similar, you are obviously not their commander."

Weston shook his head: "Is this very important?"

"Of course it doesn't matter. As long as you are a transmissible adaptive human being and can help the world. Then they will recognize your leadership position. It's very simple, but also very cold! You have to remember this clearly, my Master."

"Even so, they are purer than you heroic spirits who hide their thoughts, Avengers." Weston shook his head and walked into the door, followed by Joan of Arc's mocking and poisonous tongue.

Finally... to welcome the long-lost teacher.

And the past of 'myself'...

Chapter 8 Level 100 Great Sage—Meteora

In a room that could be called dark, accompanied by the sound of chewing crispy things such as potato chips, Weston who had just entered frowned.

Although 1O said that Meteora likes to think alone, he was once cheated of all his real estate in the REC world by the other party to buy games and drive luxury cars.

Turning around after entering the door, Weston had already seen a sage robed girl wearing a game helmet lying on a chair in front of a suspended maglev desk, chewing snacks and waving her hands.

Behind her, an external holographic projection presents a picture of an epic DND game.The character in it is a 100-level human great sage who is waving his hands and chanting group healing magic, directing thousands of people in a guild battle.

This time, not only Weston frowned, but Joan of Arc beside him also had a look of astonishment: "Is this thinking alone?"

Compared with the diligent work of those self-destructive girls outside, the guy standing in a high position in front of him can be said to be corrupt.

Weston unceremoniously walked in front of the opponent, unplugged the socket of the opponent's game helmet, the picture behind him was blurred, and finally there was a faint voice saying 'it's over, nurse is offline.Ainz Ooal Gong is going to counterattack' and other helplessness.

Meteora woke up from the 'black out' scene, took off the helmet and saw Weston's face clearly and said immediately: "Please don't get me wrong, this is just a pastime while waiting for your return. But I don't think it's necessary to waste time waiting for you, it's better to relax. Normally, you can't see me being busy!"

If the other party was taller, had more fat on the chest, and had pointed ears...Weston would immediately press the other party on the table and make her groan.

"Ahaha..." Looking at the expressionless face opposite, Meteora let out a dry laugh, and then stopped it immediately.

"Although you have corrected a lot of your awkward personality after going to [Xingyue World], I hope you at least respect me as a teacher."

"Wait? How do you know the world I went to?"

"Of course we did it. Receiving a nuclear bomb is not atonement or relief. It is not that simple to escape alone from what you have done to us." Meteora's calm words directly carried over: "Then, come back Back to the topic. I think you still have a lot of doubts when you first arrived in this world. Don’t ask questions all at once, let me answer you slowly..."

Weston took a deep breath.This salted fish still spoke in the same tone, feeling speechless and a little warm in her heart, at least she hasn't changed.

"What about the others?"

"This question is a good question. At least I have three answers that can clear up all your doubts about this question. ①This is just an armed base. I was sent alone to command this group of artificial humans. Everyone else is in the eastern region. ②Shun Going forward with this question, I know you will ask where did these artificial humans come from? My answer is that I don’t know, at least they have existed since we arrived in this world. ③I came to this base a month ago , in other words, our relationship with them only happened a month ago."

"Hey... arrived a month earlier than us, how is the intelligence gathering going?" Black Jeanne looked down.

Meteora glanced at her blankly, and then at Weston:

"①If it's from our own side, what I know is——Weston, you used to be the leader here, or you used to be.

②The enemy's intelligence.

It is known that there is a phantom particle Higgs Type I—a low-dimensional character who can get instructions directly from the enemy's command tower to obliterate unadjusted adaptability.Its source is a spin-zero boson predicted by the Standard Model of particle physics in 1964.In March 2013, CERN expressed the first confirmation of its existence theory through the LHC collision.Its core program is the Higgs mechanism—that is, allowing elementary particles to gain mass.As for the anti-fantasy application applied to it, it is currently unknown.

And Planck Z, the mass-energy conversion robot.They can absorb the magical energy and all material energy released by us, transfer them to the space tower, and fill the different world.I know you haven't seen these yet, and you're even at a loss.But you should be weird, right?Why are some familiar scientists? "

This point really puzzled Weston.

He has Peter Higgs in his mind, a twentieth-century particle physicist, the so-called boson, who also started a frenzy of 'God particle'.

Planck is even more famous.The two most important scientists in physics in the twentieth century, one is Albert Eistan and the other is Max Planck.Most people in memory know the formula h=6.63×10^-34J·S, which proposes the quantum hypothesis, and this formula is also engraved on Planck's epitaph.He has also read the other party's works "Principle of Conservation of Energy" and "Philosophy of Physics".

Why does the power used by the enemy seem to have magically modified the formulas of these scientists and used them as weapons?It is simply impossible for a scientist to recover from his death.Is there a well-developed, logical, and experimental place like Fran's that finally completed the weaponization of those formulas?

"so what?"

Meteora didn't give Weston the answer he wanted, and sighed: "There are only so many black boxes we can plunder from killing each other, and we can interpret so much."

"Then you should know a lot about the enemy's intelligence, not weapons?" Weston asked.

Meteora nodded, and tried to ask Weston: "After you defeated the first Higgs I, you should be able to find the words on its black box, right?"

"Greek?" Weston was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly realized: "Indeed, the writing in this world is the same as the writing in the west of our world."

"The 'magic' used by the other party is also very similar to the power derived from the scientific side of the world after we are summoned?" Black Joan echoed.

"The key point is this." Meteora looked at the two admiringly: "I thought the worst development would be that your world has already been controlled, and the crystallization of human technological wisdom has been taken away. But after a month My judgment is completely different. Cooperate with the weapon name I proposed before, and the theories left by scientists about the world that once existed—to say the best, at least the enemies are not aliens, gods, or the like, at least they Still humans. They're still using technology left over from this ruined world."