Chapter 843: NO．212：Busy Mefeilas

NO．212：Busy Mefeilas

Ultimate Arbiter, Gilbalis.

A large hazardous mechanical entity that leaves a deep impression on both Jie De and Sai Luo.

Although its widely known image is that of a heavy, firepower-laden mechanical black dragon, existing as the prototype mechanical body of Galatron.

But it actually possesses four forms, and its initial form is the red sphere—the massive artificial brain that is its main body.

It can draw conclusions via various computer calculations, and also perform data detection, reset, and analysis.

In this form it is fragile; even a strike from carbon steel or alloy steel pipe could destroy it, so in this state it usually quickly absorbs various metallic elements from the surroundings, converting them into high-dimensional proliferative substance, then transforming into its second form: a white tower‑structure command tower.

In this state it can create Galatron and Balis cavalry to protect its still‑fragile main body.

Of course, if it gathers enough resources at once, it can completely skip the second form and directly become the ordinary mode of its complete form—the widely known mechanical black dragon appearance.

Furthermore, beyond that is the fourth form, the final mode, which directly shows an intuitive change in appearance, resembling Gilbalis as the embodiment of firepower—but that's going too far.

There's no need to mention it now.

Because Gilbalis, when allowed to run free, is a complete weapon that obsesses over justice and peace, easily concluding that 'to achieve universal peace and justice, all sentient lifeforms that could cause conflict must be eradicated,' and it will devote every effort to that end.

Such an entity is called the Ultimate Arbiter; even evil aliens guilty of countless crimes would think 'You're a bit too extreme' about this out‑of‑control weapon.

Therefore that posture will not appear.

At present, Gilbalis is merely a massive artificial brain that was forcibly formatted and then oppressed by heavy computational tasks.

Countless electronic components and metal brackets form an upper‑lower crown posture, imprisoning the dark‑red spherical core within; this scene has persisted for over ten years.

Logically, after being formatted and running for such a long time, it should have become another kind of artificial intelligence and would not need to be confined by this iron throne.

But……

【Maintaining Justice】

【Bringing Peace】

【Wish, wish, wish, wish, wish, heart‑origin, heart……】

"There really are things in this world that make no sense at all, don't you think?" said the Kanan.

The Mefeilas responsible for maintaining the program, after pressing the final command key, gazed with his azure eyes at the text above as it gradually lost shape, turned into garbled code, and was finally overwritten by other commands, before slowly pushing himself up on his plump legs.

Beside him, the Kanan who had been sitting on a crate playing a game console turned his head at the words: "How come?"

His huge insect‑like black compound eyes revealed no emotion, but his tone was unmistakably teasing: "Did Leibertes scold you?"

"I'm talking about Gilbalis! Gilbalis!" the corpulent Mefeilas whose suit was near bursting raised his thick finger and tapped the nearby console, "It's happening more and more each year! Initially one handling could last several years, but now we need six clean‑ups a year!"

"I think I need to correct you on one point," the Kanan said, raising his hand and extending the index finger covered in a black glove, "The year hasn't even passed yet."

"We can't possibly have me come fix this processor anomaly with only two months left!" the annoyed Mefeilas kicked the metal frame linking the artificial brain, watching the bent frame slowly correct itself.

"Who let Zhalabu be absent, and the Balaton too? Even though Dada could handle this machine soul, he was picked up by the cops yesterday," the Kanan shrugged, "Our technical engineering department still has plenty of operators, but not everyone has the authority to debug the artificial brain."

"Machine soul… ha, if there really were a machine soul it should be formatted and cleaned away," said the Mefeilas as he turned, patting the Kanan's shoulder, "Let's go—I just want to mess with people's hearts, not some machine heart."

"It's been this long; you should accept reality by now, Mefeilas." The Kanan jumped down from the crate and walked beside him, still gripping his game console with both hands.

As an assistant to the chief technical specialist, he is usually idle, since the alliance doesn't have that many program anomalies or instrument faults to handle.

Now that the chief operator has left, he naturally follows him out of the hangar and returns to his standby post.

"Accept what? Accept that this thing is haunted? Formatting it so many times doesn't wash away the underlying code and core instructions."

"Gilbalis has been exploited for years; its resentment only grows stronger each year, and besides, this instrument mixed with the creators' expectations harbors an obsession that formatting alone cannot suppress."

"You say that so fiercely, but it's just something that can be swayed by swapping a few logical algorithms… Oh, it's rare to see you, Yablu, showing up when there's no meeting."

"You don't even know what's happened at my company?" the suited Abo exclaimed, looking at these two old acquaintances, "But how did you come from that direction?"

"Of course, it's because Gilbalis again……"

"Nothing much; the Alliance Lord gave orders over there, so what's up on your end?"

Mefeilas slapped the loose‑lipped youngster, shifting the topic under the Abo's subtle gaze.

"Don't bring it up—the bomb the Alliance Lord planted in my company's branch lab was dismantled by the police, and I was interrogated for two full hours, just shy of temporary detention pending follow‑up." When he mentioned this, Yablu grew angry, but after glancing at a few similarly disgruntled allies nearby, he gave a wry smile: "However, seeing the alliance hall's calculation variables jump to 149, it seems the problem isn't just mine."

"It's 149 now? Yesterday it was still plan 86, right?"

"I don't know; yesterday I had no interest in coming to the hall," Yablu said, spotting another Mefeilas waving at him from the diagonal‑front doorway, then he waved back and told the two, "The person I'm waiting for has arrived—I'll excuse myself."

"Who is that?" Upon turning back and seeing the tall 'compatriot' in a coat, this Mefeilas blinked in surprise.

Although they share similar facial contours, the similarity ends there; at a glance one can tell the other is not a fellow villager but a Mefeilas from the same world as Lipiya.

Such a striking 'other‑world compatriot' should leave an impression, yet when he tried to recall, he found no such memory.

"You two didn't look at the news this morning?" Yablu exclaimed, looking at them.

"For the new member I intend to recommend to the Alliance Lord, you can find more detailed information in the 9 a. m. edition of the Realm Gate News—it's just a bit shy of catching up to my 'Category: Term' news."

News?

The Mefeilas and the Kanan looked astonished as Yablu walked away, able to faintly hear snippets of their conversation.

"I'm not late, am I? Director Yablu."

"Of course not, Lord Mefeilas; we still have half an hour until the agreed time, so there's no need to come so early."

"Time waits for no one—I really like that saying. By the way, who are those two?"

"They're senior technical executives from Paradise Digital Company, sixth seat in the conference; if you'd like to meet them, I can introduce you."

"The more guests the better for networking, but……"

That voice gradually faded, making the Mefeilas frown even more—if he had eyebrows, he'd feel the traits were too similar, and having them join at this juncture seemed odd.

At that moment, the Kanan beside him suddenly exclaimed, "Oh! I found it—this must be the news Chairman Yablu was talking about!"

"What?"

The Mefeilas instantly turned to the projection and saw two tall figures facing off.

"True or False!? The Other‑World Showdown Between Mefeilas and Lipiya!"

——

【What problem does Jierbalisi have? Is the hangar the direction they walked out?】

【Hard to say, the hangar of the artificial brain has always been classified information; even the top ten in the meeting may not know.】

【For example, you?】

【Er haha, at least I once proactively asked about it; after all, that kind of mechanical monster still holds some professional interest for me, but the alliance leader told me to focus on the present.】

【That's a refusal; are those two people in a role similar to mechanics?】

【The technical department's programming team still needs to be a bit more senior.】

【That means Jierbalisi has some kind of program issue… but it could also just be a smoke bomb.】

【Don't be so paranoid, okay?】

【I once displayed the mechanical Mefilas at the monster exhibition; although the appearance differs somewhat, it's largely similar, so being suspected is understandable.】

【So you're still pushing this plan?】

「Only when it's half true, half false is there more room for operation, Chairman Ya Bu Lu. 」