Chapter 1012: The Non-Existent Guardian

"Huh? Anti-memetic entities are also contagious?"

Herta had to admit that even as powerful as she was, the moment she saw those non-human entities, she was still scared.

With these monsters as a comparison, the pile of alien life forms Ruan Mei tinkered with in the space station suddenly became quite pleasing to the eye.

But then, a question surfaced in Herta's mind.

"Are the aesthetics of supreme divinities all so weird? As incarnations of pure concepts, shouldn't their creations be full of mathematical beauty?"

3125 is suspected to be one of the incarnations of the "Fifth Starfish." The "Fifth Starfish" is the origin and collection of all "fives" at the conceptual level.

From this layer, these flesh monsters didn't follow the sacred "five" at all—no five hands, five feet, five eyes, five-petaled mouths, five faces……

"So, why can anti-memetic entities do this? Why can He infect creatures that have never contacted Him and never known of Him?"

What's even more headache-inducing is that the "Fifth Starfish" is still alive……

Herta felt it necessary to discuss with others to see if research in the anti-memetic field could be carried out, or to directly request the Foundation's assistance through diplomatic means.

"Wait, don't I have a ready-made external aid……"

Herta leaned back slowly, raised her hand to tap a few times on the virtual light screen, called up the chat box with Bai Xuan, recorded a few photos full of aesthetic beauty, and then listed a few questions about anti-memetics.

Before long, Bai Xuan's reply came.

Herta was excited, and just as she intended to switch into research mode, she saw that what Bai Xuan sent was a photo.

The photo was of a place like ruins, with huge stone pillars standing high, and the seawater on both sides showing an anti-gravity state.

【Bai Xuan: Just preparing to catch the "Lord Ravager" Phantylia, don't be in a hurry yet.】

【Bai Xuan has gone offline】

……

19:00.

Concert hall, fourth floor.

Run, run, no goal, only running can survive.

"Hoo—hoo—hoo—"

Adam had never hated his physical fitness as much as he did today.

Musicians are decent people in the traditional sense. If their parents lived in poverty, their children, even if they had musical talent, could not be discovered in time, thus missing the golden age for training.

In other words, from the day he could remember, his body and his soul had been shaped in the form of a musician, not needing to engage in heavy physical labor, and having no connection to heart-pounding chase scenes.

If Adam were made to sit on a folding chair and play the violin for an afternoon, he would at most complain a couple of times about back pain.

But if he were made to sprint, to cross-country run, to be chased by a group of monsters, to push past obstacles and run non-stop, then he would suspect someone wanted the old gentleman's life.

There was no time to feel sad for the broken violin; Adam fled all the way to the fourth floor. ===== CHAPTER 1014 =====