Chapter 642: NO.11 Life Is Always Accompanied by Miracles

What kind of child is the New Universe?

Not many people can answer this question.

As an 'infant' born lacking a day, all existence related to her are seekers.

Even the Metoron Star People who let her be born in subconscious wishes are likewise seeking her in vague instincts.

But that space person's heart is not pure either.

Too many miscellaneous thoughts intertwined, confusing his instincts, and ultimately he absurdly found the basement.

But fortunately, the world-stepper is not him alone; there is also one who does not blend with the world, able to overlook everything with the eye of a rational observer, who noticed the existence trapped in the information cocoon.

That is both literally and physically an information cocoon.

All information from the Electronic New World, under the trend of wishes, gathers and becomes an invisible yet massive hand of information, easily transforming the horse-racing spirit into the form of a horse girl.

The place where that information gathers is exactly the cocoon that nurtures her.

Even a loud sigh from one side can be detected by the other; the instrument's convenience and functionality indeed surpass the ears of ordinary beings.

"Did this child really come from out there?"

We (you) may communicate with this child indirectly or directly, yet we are troubled by their conversational style, only able to attach a clear label defining those who have 'possessive delusional symptoms, or many who communicate with me'.

"This really is heart‑wrenching..." Fu Heting instantly understood why the other stared at her like that.

"Miracle."

"People seem few as well, but at most like a talking point at the star station; you must first calm the outside passengers."

But if it were the observer who first discovered you and is still seeking you now, how would I answer?

Yet the situation of this horse girl's soul is completely opposite.

"?"

The seventh question mark has just been freshly produced, stemming from a gap in information exchange.

As I spoke, King Jiājiesītí suddenly opened his mouth with a deep, muffled roar, immediately followed by the beast emitting a sharp hiss, indeed a kind of response.

Radio waves——that's the answer any seeker could think of.

A question mark appeared on the communications screen; the super agent obviously leapt too far in understanding the companion's thoughts.

"Only no miracle."

"Is that the awkward lie you use to comfort yourself?" Latulongsi found it hard to believe that the perpetually slow‑witted Mr. Lin Dun could arrive at such an obvious conclusion.

Only by acting until desire is fulfilled, or until it becomes impossible to sustain.

But just like the information cocoon in a broad sense, it carries the same harm: building a comfort zone, gradually becoming blind, increasingly rejecting the outside, step by step turning into a tomb that traps oneself.

"... So it stared at you, treating you as the vehicle the New Universe came to find?"

Your transformation is long complete, yet you lack the strength to break free of the cocoon, and moreover you lack the ability to learn how to use your own power.

Before that, it was mysterious——that's the evaluation of the Desert Hero Elder Sister.

Next, it was primitive——that's the evaluation made by the Eight Male Gods AI.

"Measuring soul quality is precipitation, measuring mental age is experience; one must not be blinded by that numerical age, Mr. Latulongsi—he would be at a disadvantage when facing those who have undergone prosthetic modification using rebirth crystals."

"What?!"

Before he finished speaking, I fell silent for a moment, then changed my tone: "... Well, or maybe not at all, but it's also used here in the New Universe."

But I answered off the point:

"Do you think it's even stranger for him, at just nineteen years old, to casually utter the word 'child'? Mr. Lin Dun, especially when addressing this group of platform passengers."

"Uh… although it sounds wrong, it certainly doesn't look like two monsters howling at each other."

"What are you thinking about?" Latulongsi suddenly felt a bit uneasy.

She obviously cannot rely on herself alone to leave that platform, which is, after all, a platform chosen in the mind of some anime‑obsessed alien.

In Jidong Academy culture, the platform position carries many meanings, the most widely known of which…… is a kind of danger.

Will this mood be anger? Or is it that even anger is recognized as fear, or simply peace?

"If you have grasped the uncontrollable variables, don't speak so absolutely."

"If you really have to lie to comfort yourself, it's bound to be this awkward, knowing you're operating armor on one side while chatting, and on the other side you still have to search social media—actually there's not much leeway left for thought."

"Since it can become life, it lacks a stabilizing logical algorithm, so even if it takes the form of a monster, it can still communicate in a regressed way."

Even for children, there is no difference; the star platform hosts many seekers whose human‑like bodies resemble those of worldly beasts, and to them, those lacking the Fu He form—even if they are gods or natural disasters—are still child kings.

As your age rises step by step, you will eventually understand why more and more school platforms are being locked.

But time and again, you have felt discouraged.

The mechanical beast sounded its inquiry, its tone deep, its voice intimate.

"Thinking about this child herself, she wants to stay steady and help others; also thinking that this child was clearly born to be swept by the vast sea of network information, yet she still keeps that heart; furthermore thinking that the network universe is so tiny, yet this child can meet those children who, like you, struggle to survive."

But I also needed to speak up and ask, and the other party proactively added: "You're talking with yourself about the New Universe, and in that information exchange you can't help but sigh."

And in this repeated collision, at last——the iron door showed no obvious tremor; this force coming from before the door, which easily broke the lock and pushed it open, revealed a ferocious claw.

"Of course, we must seize the time; you wouldn't want to miss a scene where we cross paths."

"Yes, this child later stopped a vehicle and carried away a batch of platform passengers, but because it was too small to be transported, it was left behind."

Just as I thought that, I heard another sentence: "Is there not? This is a sigh for the New Universe."

This is the observer, at the same time another seeker, and moreover one who persists in seeking you to this very day.

By means of suspension, it brought a crimson warplane carrying digital passengers, and via a direct communication channel it inquired of King Jiājiesītí, who supports the massive tiny beast.

And returning to the concluded question, what kind of child is the New Universe?

You can only collide with consciousness, then learn to pull; even though you exist in the data world without form or substance, if you can drag the door latch, it will creak.

You might possibly feel discouraged.

"If it is data‑formed, it can be parsed."

Do you think it's a kind of miracle? Mr. Latelongsi.

?

The fusion beast that incorporates the Golden Ancient Bridge and the two small mechanical monsters Jiajiesiti, plus the Double Machine God Yingpulazha as an equipment card's power boost; even a giant beast whose body is low, nearly double can be lifted just as easily. It is the best choice as a beast of burden for transport.

Just thinking about the other's background, I even feel that they could rush out from the mezzanine to the platform—that process itself is not a high-probability event.

Thinking that way, I actually have no bad opinion about the new universe; after all, this child's choice is very rational.

Moreover, it lasted over ten minutes of howling, enabling anyone passing by below to consciously avoid it.

Just as, unless there is Su Hui's awakening or the Crystal Element's interference, infants are born destined to cry thus; overly young children lack the concept of regulation.

You discovered that child can communicate.

Especially since it itself lacks a very low proportion of mechanical components, even if the inner realm noise is minimal, it still hinders mutual communication.

Latelongsi is helpless, moreover……

Thanks for his reminder, by the way, can't we use that platform behind?

The left-behind 'children'?

Then I heard the other party immediately say: 'This child promised to prepare the seventh vehicle as slowly as possible, let Him wait first.'

What? What did he discover?

First is cowardice—that's the sigh of a super agent.

Is being able to communicate considered a miracle? … Perhaps it's indeed hard to refute.

Besides that, it's unfriendly—that's the evaluation of the retired shining elder sister.

In Latelongsi's eyes, the warplane's camera lens slightly contracted, as if startled.

You're just a little lacking; if you had also thought of that level, he would finally be like a super agent, which is reassuring.

Yet this iron door remains as if fused with space, not a thread moving.

Bringing a small vehicle to this platform is indeed the proper way; you've come so slowly.

The passengers hanging all over my body also went where?