Chapter 117

Herta curled her lips, raised her index finger, and pointed at the big screen, though she herself didn't even intend to take a look.

It seemed that if she looked again, she would explode.

"?"

"Stelle" was somewhat puzzled, shifted her gaze, and looked over.

The next moment, her whole body tightened, and she stood up quite a bit taller.

Artanis retracted his psi-blade, lowering his guard against these ghosts to the minimum, maintaining only necessary vigilance.

His voice echoed within the "Psionics":

"I understand what you mean."

"You want us to eliminate all 'The Unclean' and let you find release."

"Is that right?"

While Artanis was conversing with them, the others set up instruments, attempting to observe these ghosts.

After some experiments, it was finally confirmed.

Besides "Psionic" users being able to use "Psionics" to communicate with them, they could only be recorded by cameras.

They were invisible to the naked eye.

And they could not be interacted with physically.

Consistent with the characteristics of "ghosts" in ancient legends.

Their voices overlapped, answering Artanis's doubt:

"Yes, please let us find release."

"After being assimilated by 'The Unclean,' everything is eternal, but this is not a gift, but a curse."

"Seemingly immortal, but in reality, it is an eternal cage. Our bodies are imprisoned by 'The Unclean,' and our souls cannot find release."

"So, please help us, let us die."

"In exchange, we will tell you everything."

"Please follow us. There, you will find everything you want to know, whether it be 'The Unclean,' the False God, or that Foundation agent who never returned."

The Foundation? These ghosts actually knew of the Foundation's existence?

Artanis was somewhat surprised.

Weren't these ghosts encountering the Foundation for the first time?

Was this a misunderstanding, or was there another hidden story?

"Hmm..."

Artanis spread his hands; his black fingernails were long and sharp.

He asked:

"Apologies, I do not know of such an agent, or perhaps that is history too distant, already forgotten by us."

"Perhaps you could tell his story so we can verify his identity."

They did not hide anything:

"That is indeed a very distant story."

"After this place had been abandoned for a long time, someone suddenly opened the door and came here."

"He claimed to be a Foundation agent and showed us the Foundation's insignia."

"With our help, he investigated everything and wrote the contents into the computer's logs."

"When he intended to leave, he realized that if he didn't destroy the key to the door, the False God could still invade his world through here."

"So, he destroyed most of the keys here, including the one to go home."

"Afterward, he fought a battle with the False God and then died here."

"His remains are not far away, but they are severely damaged. I hope this information allows you to confirm his identity."

Artanis bowed to the ghosts:

"A heroic warrior; we will let him rest in peace."

As information was continuously revealed, the audience had more or less pieced together the framework of the entire story.

The False God had unleashed the "Unclean" disaster in the multiverse.

After some time, the "Center of the World" was abandoned due to some accident.

Subsequently, a Foundation agent arrived here by chance, discovered the truth about the False God and "The Unclean," destroyed most of the keys, and ultimately died here.

And his sacrifice undoubtedly bought more development time for more worlds.

... Please send flowers...

Even allowing human civilization to have a force like the Foundation, capable of organizing a Great Expedition to counterattack.

For a time.

The audience offered their respect to the nameless hero.

"Facing gods with a mortal body!"

"A Foundation agent? Could that anonymous good Samaritan who called himself the 'Dimensional Traveler' be from the Foundation?"

"A great sacrifice, a lonely sacrifice. If it weren't for the 'Dimensional Traveler's' intelligence, the Foundation would still not know that such a great agent had existed."

"No wonder the 'Dimensional Traveler' told the Foundation that this universe was safe. It turns out this agent used his own sacrifice to delay the False God's rampage in the multiverse..."

"Although it's a bit inappropriate, is this False God a bit too weak..."

"That's why it's a False God, there's nothing wrong with that, right?"

Soon.

Under the guidance of the ghosts, the group arrived in front of a server room.

Along the way, there were traces of fire everywhere, and various unknown black substances had melted and then cooled, piled together.

Even the main door of the server room was like this; unknown substances had basically sealed its gaps, and it could not be opened by conventional methods.

And so, Master Yoda used his lightsaber to cut it a few times, finally opening it to reveal the interior of the server room.

Fortunately, the machines inside were fine and were still faithfully performing calculations to this day.

This meant that the evacuation of this facility had been extremely rushed.

Besides what was stored in the computers, a considerable amount of data was left here.

Zeratul walked to these computers and, according to the guidance of the ghosts, operated these instruments.

After some operations, all the instruments in the facility that could still be awakened came online.

Immediately, the massive screens lit up, and after each facility name representing different meanings, there were marks like "Clean," "Unclean," or "Offline."

Among them, most were bright red "Offline."

These red characters flickered, continuously emitting alarms.

But there was no one left to respond to them.

It was as if, after a world war, humanity had gone extinct, and only the machines were still holding the front line.

"Artanis, I think you will be interested in these contents."

Zeratul found the research logs of this facility.

The latest few entries were:

"Report of Agent ██-██-█"

"Nonsense"

And "Evacuation Log."

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