Chapter 249

At least everything is still moving forward steadily.

"Blade has already successfully entered."

"Sounds like the 'Stellaron Hunters' stronghold was successfully breached."

"Heh, that won't happen, but Silver Wolf, are you sure you still want to go and trouble Herta next?"

Kafka sheathed her long sword, her wine-red eyes watching her bored companion.

"I have to go, there is a very important curios that I haven't gotten yet."

"Then be careful, having suffered a loss once, Herta must have upgraded the space station's firewall."

"I am quite confident about this, as long as it is not a program written by Screwllum himself, I have the confidence to break it."

Silver Wolf put the game console on the table, hugged her head with both hands, leaned against the wall, and blew bubble gum.

"By the way, Kafka, it wouldn't be that the script Elio gave you foresaw the future of me being imprisoned."

"That's not it."

Kafka shook her head.

"If Elio had chosen a future where we were trapped, he would have told us, so don't worry about that."

As she spoke, this hunter with a bad woman temperament also yawned, leaned on the table, and watched the patterns on the table.

Layer upon layer, twists and turns.

Just like everyone's fate, the future of the universe.

Mortals can't grasp it, can't see through it.

"If you have eyes like Elio's, the world will no longer be what you and I see now: countless possibilities overlap, representing the consequences caused by different choices. And at every moment, infinitely many choices are constantly converging into the same point, becoming the present, becoming the past..."

"I also often think about what the whole world would look like in the eyes of the Aeons, the divinities, and the supreme divinities."

"Is it a high tower built of building blocks, or opened pages, waiting for the gods to write on them, play games with each other, and modify the paths chosen by others."

Jarilo-VI.

At this moment, the sky is like fire.

Above the earth, clouds flow.

Since the "Trailblaze" journey, March 7th has stood in such a primitive forest for the first time.

She stopped, looked up at the sky, and stared at this gorgeous firmament without moving.

There are no city lights or country cooking smoke; the sky here has no traces of humans.

Even those satellites from a thousand years ago have all disappeared, along with the space junk of all sizes.

The only two man-made objects that can be seen are a faint, long, narrow line and a huge light screen.

The former is the "Astral Express", and the latter belongs to the Foundation.

Not far away, a girl draped in linen was looking at the strangers breathing in the forest with curiosity.

Only the man in the black robe with a monocle over his right eye gave her a sense of familiarity, intimacy, and fear.

She has Xuan Xuan Deer antlers on her head; she is the girl "Gaia".

Although a reality anchor was installed on the shuttle, Dr. Bright still forbade her from visiting.

—Starships are the least able to withstand the torture of her kind of ability.

"It's been ten thousand years since we last met, Mr. Bai."

Dr. Bright and Bai Bai Xuan walked side by side, both familiar and strange.

Bai Bai Xuan asked with a smile:

"Yeah, how do you feel about this place?"

"It makes no difference to me, whether it's at the Foundation headquarters, here, or anywhere else... I just need unlimited alcohol and research projects that are enough to make me indulge."

"Nothing has changed."

Bai Bai Xuan said softly, then suddenly stopped, looked around at the scenery with a plain face, as if recalling, and repeated it again:

"Nothing has changed."

"When do you plan to go to the Foundation again? —I mean the headquarters, many of your old friends haven't seen you for a long time."

For example, O5 Council members, site directors, department heads, legion commanders, battle group commanders...

Dr. Bright sighed.

Not far away.

"Stelle" and Dan Heng were sneaking around, looking at the two walking together, with question marks popping up on their heads one after another.

And behind them, March 7th was also observing in secret.

"Herta" Space Station.

The numbers representing minutes and seconds returned to zero, and another hour passed.

But for "Containment-2146"

That faster-than-light, universe-wide synchronization characteristic, the reason is unknown, the mechanism is unknown, making the thirst for knowledge in Herta's heart burn fiercely.

Even stronger than the desire to study the "Stellaron" in "Stelle's" body.

"Sorry, Ms. Herta, we couldn't receive the radio signal of 'Containment-2146' again..."

A staff member said hesitantly, he glanced at the monitoring image representing the electromagnetic wave frequency on the screen, seeing only the eternal cosmic microwave background radiation left on it.

Very regular.

But there is no radio signal of "Containment-2146".

"Maybe its broadcast has ended." Another staff member guessed, "According to the Foundation's files, the content it told today is enough—perhaps we need to wait another 30 days."

Herta frowned, weighing the possibilities and pros and cons.

Admittedly, these containment objects are strange, and might have been difficult to contain for the former Foundation...

But what about the current Foundation?

In front of her eyes appeared an interstellar fleet that covered the sky and the sun, enough to fill an entire star system.

Undoubtedly, just the conventional military force that the Foundation can mobilize can easily execute containment objects.

And, more importantly.

Further in-depth research cannot bring theoretical breakthroughs.

It can only confirm that this containment object does have peculiarities, even if it is not a reality bender, it can transmit broadcasts to the entire universe at the same time.

Herta couldn't help but shake her head with a smile.

"Forget it, you guys resume the research work on curios."

The short Herta puppet looked around at the staff in the entire cabin.

"However, this time, for the classification, grading, and numbering methods of curios, refer to the Foundation's files."

"Okay."

The department head of the Department of Universal Response sighed in relief; he looked at the young people full of energy, and couldn't help but sigh at how powerful the driving effect of an idol is.

This group of young men and women, after the Herta puppet came to inspect, everyone was like being injected with chicken blood, extremely excited.

He watched the Herta puppet walk to another area, cleared his throat, and said:

"Then, next, let's redefine the work process and work specifications."

Jarilo-VI, in front of the Foundation Site.

At this time, it was near evening.

The sun was still a distance from the horizon, and the blue, orange, and red in the sky intertwined, sprinkling soft light between the treetops.

The breeze blew through the leaves, rustling; birds returned to their nests, and their singing gradually ceased.

Bai Bai Xuan and Dr. Bright walked in the forest, talking softly, and laughter came out from time to time.

Watching this scene, March 7th, Dan Heng, and "Stelle" were all shocked.

"They seem to have known each other for a long time?"

March 7th asked in a low voice.

"Stelle's" tone was hesitant:

"It looks like... it should be."

This scene was really a bit beyond her imagination and cognition.

After all.