Chapter 3203: Poson's Awakening

Therefore, Poson hesitated without surprise; his most real inner self told him that he had best not do what was coming next, otherwise he would absolutely regret it for the rest of his life.

But the projection before his eyes was already urging him, "Hurry and destroy the factory below; this is the best angle of attack. Activate the Magic Scepter, and then you can head to the teleportation point to return to the Midian."

If the factory below were a heavily guarded place, and he had snuck into it through great difficulty, then Poson might have followed the mission instructions to destroy such a vital stronghold that the Alliance was guarding against with all its might.

But what he actually saw was a civilian workshop with almost no defenses, and within it, a group of commoner workers getting along harmoniously; how could Poson bring himself to strike?

After thinking for a moment, he spoke directly to the air in front of him, knowing that Yisiluoda would certainly be able to hear him—

"Didn't you say before that it was possible to avoid killing or injuring commoners? Isn't it hard not to cause harm to the commoners below by activating the Magic Scepter so directly now?"

Yisiluoda did not answer directly, but the projection in front of Poson had already begun to turn blood-red bit by bit; such a change seemed to indicate Yisiluoda's attitude.

And Poson's heart sank more and more thoroughly, but he still did not make a move, and the situation remained at a stalemate.

It is unknown how much time passed, but the projection in front of Poson finally showed a change; although it was not what he had hoped to see, a change was better than no change—

"Yangyan and Binghen have already completed their missions. The Alliance and Ailan will react soon. You have three minutes left; once the time is up, I will declare your mission a failure."

Yisiluoda did not explicitly state the consequences of failure, but Poson knew without thinking that it certainly would not be a good result. Yet he still did not act, instead attempting to persuade Yisiluoda:

"Is wantonly killing commoners the philosophy of the Illuminati? Can Demon Descendants really live openly and honestly in the Northland through such methods?"

Resistance should also have a bottom line; it is not that one possesses the privilege to act recklessly just because one has become a victim. If there is no bottom line to resistance, then how is it any different from the original perpetrators? It is even more despicable!

But such questioning from Poson was destined to have no result; Yisiluoda only coldly and continuously reminded him of the countdown to mission failure.

"Think about it, if the commoners down here included your friends or your relatives, would you still be able to issue the order to destroy them so calmly?"

"I have no friends or relatives who are accomplices to the Alliance. Reminding you one more time, you have two minutes left; this time is enough for you to complete the mission and evacuate safely."

Although the response Poson saw from Yisiluoda was projected text, at this moment he felt the other's coldness from the bottom of his heart, which could not help but make him think of Yisiluoda's background—

It seemed that Yisiluoda was of extraordinary birth, and was even a relative of the Morning Light Guardian—that High Elf whom Poson might never have been able to come into contact with in his entire life.

Would such a High Elf truly care about commoners? And what about Demon Descendants? What kind of existence were they in their eyes?

Poson could not answer this question, and he did not even dare to think about it too much. The reality was too cruel, and he had already fallen in too deep; he could no longer extricate himself on his own.

—Perhaps I can try to do what I want to do while preserving myself!

"Hmm?"

Poson was suddenly shocked in his heart. Although he already regretted meeting Yisiluoda again very much, and regretted even more being dragged into the Illuminati by the other, if he really had to resist, he would still be quite hesitant.

Then how exactly did this thought arise? Poson tried to trace the source of this idea, but no matter how he thought about it, it came from his most real inner self. Thinking is one thing, and doing is another.

—I actually really can do it!

At this, Poson was truly frightened. He believed that such a thought could absolutely not have originated from him, or at least it contradicted his thoughts from the previous moment.

"Could it be that everything Yisiluoda said is true, and the Alliance really can use the Computing Power Pool to invade the consciousness of Demon Descendants? But I am not a Demon Descendant! And I am not wearing a Computing Pool Connector right now either!"

—No, so many Mages in the Northland have not discovered the Alliance's conspiracy; by comparison, the probability of Yisiluoda lying is greater!

"Who? Who are you?" Yisiluoda began to scream wildly in his consciousness.

Now he finally confirmed that an unknown existence was hidden within his consciousness. This method was so brilliant that he could not distinguish at all which thoughts were generated by himself and which could be guided by that unknown existence.

Furthermore, if not for the fact that this psychological shift was a bit abrupt, he would not have been able to detect any abnormality at all. At the thought of having coexisted with such an existence in the past, a chill could not help but rise in Poson's heart.

—I must be crazy to have hallucinated such an existence. I am me, I am Poson.

"I must be crazy to have hallucinated such an existence. I am me, I am Poson." Poson examined his heart again; he felt that he must have been driven crazy by Yisiluoda.

But the thought of "being himself" had already taken root in his heart. Poson had cursed himself more than once: if not for his own indecisiveness, why would he have been led by the nose by Yisiluoda step by step?

From the very beginning, his acquaintance with the other was full of drama. If he could have realized it sooner and refused sooner, perhaps he would not have reached this step.

And now, in order to preserve himself, he had to follow the other's orders, but at the same time, he did not want to be like he was in the past, doing whatever the other said. He wanted to have his own opinions!

Thinking of this, Poson instantly firmed his will. Although there was still some hesitation and some panic when acting, he had already taken the first step in earnest.

Magic Artifact Factory.

Under the leadership of the technical backbone sent by the Tower of Time, the factory had successfully completed trial production. Since it was the Midsummer Festival, the Ailan side decided to hold a small Midsummer celebration for these human friends from the Tower of Time before the sun had significantly tilted to the west.

In reality, it was a carnival. Even if the Elves felt grateful, they would not change their own Faith for the sake of humans, so there was a celebration site without the presence of the Lord of Radiance.

But soon, someone discovered that a black dot had suddenly appeared in the sky. The discoverer was a human; at first, he thought it was Divine Punishment triggered because he and the others had neglected the Lord of Radiance.

It was just that as an Elf also discovered the anomaly, this Tower of Time Mage finally confirmed that it was not Divine Punishment, but an unknown Spellcaster who seemed to be observing the factory from high altitude.

"Have you received any relevant notifications?" This Mage immediately asked the person in charge on the Ailan side—a tall and muscular Gold Elf.

"No, perhaps it is from the Yierlan side."

"I haven't received any notification either; perhaps it is an enemy."

The words of the Eaerlann Elf were like triggering an alarm in the hearts of all the observers present. The factory person in charge on the Ailan side immediately shouted: "You all report upward, I will go summon the soldiers outside."