Chapter 62

Herta curled her lip and pointed her index finger at the big screen, though she had no intention of even glancing at it herself.

As if looking at it again would cause an explosion.

“?”

“Stelle” was somewhat confused; she turned her gaze and looked over.

The next moment, her whole body tensed, 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’ so that you can 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.

Aside from “Psionic” users being able to use “Psionics” to communicate with them, they could only be recorded via camera.

They were invisible to the naked eye.

Nor could they be interacted with through physical means.

Their characteristics were consistent with the “ghosts” of ancient legends.

Their voices overlapped, answering Artanis’s doubts:

“Yes, please grant us release.”

“After being assimilated by the ‘Unclean’, everything is eternal, but this is not a gift—it is a curse.”

“Seemingly immortal, yet 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 wish to know—whether it be the ‘Unclean’, the False God, or that agent of your Foundation 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 am unaware of the existence of such an agent; it is possible that this is history too distant, already forgotten by us.”

“Perhaps you could tell us 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 an agent of the Foundation and showed us the Foundation’s insignia.”

“With our help, he investigated everything and wrote these contents into the computer logs.”

“When he intended to leave, he realized that if he did not destroy the key to opening the door, the False God could still invade his world through here.”

“So, he destroyed most of the keys here, including the one that led 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 see that he rests in peace.”

……

As information was continuously revealed, the audience pieced together the framework of the entire story.

The False God had unleashed the “Unclean” disaster across the multiverse.

After some time, the “Center of the World” was abandoned due to certain accidents.

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 perished here.

And his sacrifice undoubtedly bought more time for more worlds to develop.

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It even allowed human civilization to have a force like the Foundation, capable of organizing a Great Crusade to counterattack.

For a moment.

The audience offered their respects to the nameless hero.

“Facing gods with a mortal body!”

“A Foundation agent? Could that anonymous kind soul who called himself the ‘Dimensional Traveler’ be from the Foundation?”

“A great sacrifice, a lonely sacrifice. If not for the intelligence from the ‘Dimensional Traveler,’ the Foundation would never have known of such a great agent.”

“No wonder the ‘Dimensional Traveler’ told the Foundation that this universe was safe; it turns out this agent delayed the False God’s rampage across the multiverse with his own sacrifice…”

“Although it’s a bit inappropriate, is this False God a bit too weak…”

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“That’s why it’s a False God, isn’t it? There’s nothing wrong with that, right?”

……

Soon.

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

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

Even the main door of the server room was like this; unknown substances had basically sealed the gaps, making it impossible to open by conventional means.

Thus, 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 incredibly rushed.

In addition to what was stored in the computers, a considerable amount of data remained here.

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

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

Immediately, huge screens lit up, showing facility names representing different meanings, followed by labels like “Clean,” “Unclean,” or “Offline.”

Among them, most were bright red “Offline.”

These red characters flickered, constantly 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 for this facility.

The latest few entries were:

“Report of Agent █-██-█”

“Gibberish”

And “Evacuation Log.”

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Having said that, Zeratul opened the “Report of Agent █-██-█,” wanting to see what thoughts the agent had in the final moments of their life.

On the old-fashioned screen, lines of text slowly appeared.

Perhaps people here should offer praise for the quality of these computers being so good that they were still usable.

[My name is █-██-█, an agent of the Foundation, and my world is in the year 1972.]