Chapter 1789: Brain in a Vat (2)

Chapter 1789: Chapter 159: Brain in a Vat (2)

The Chaos Species probably never considered themselves as part of this world since the moment of their birth, from the moment they started to observe this world. Their origin was stolen, and their existence should come from Beyond the World, not from here.

“The reckoning of the gods will lead to the collapse of rules. I don’t believe Elizabeth can use the power of the Outer Gods to rebuild everything. Even if she can preserve Nali, everything beyond that will perish…”

“Does it matter… According to our long-term observation, the cumulative number of living creatures in the world who have died at each other’s hands far exceeds that of this moment… The oppression of other living creatures by Mythical Species, wars between Mythical Species, then humans oppressing demi-humans and each other… It’s just a cycle.”

“You’re right.”

Fisher smiled bitterly, yet still spoke,

“But among the living creatures who are about to die, there are souls I care about. I can’t just watch everything happen.”

“…Then, good luck… Fisher…”

Pisces’ originally high voice began to become intermittent again, weak as it was at the beginning, perhaps this is how they usually talk? Or maybe the signal of Star Magic suddenly became bad again.

In the next second, the surrounding Star Magic gradually faded, and as the figure of Pisces disappeared, that terrifying aura continued to emanate from above the sky.

The terrifying sound of a demigod’s full impact didn’t come again, as if attacking the Gap is a very taxing action requiring a brief correction before continuing.

The Cardinal of Destiny looked at Fisher’s back again, evidently though he firmly rebutted Pisces earlier, opposing their stance face-to-face, it was uncertain how much of their words he truly believed internally.

She walked slowly to Fisher’s side, raised her eyes to look at him, but saw his expression remained calm, not knowing what he was thinking.

The Cardinal of Destiny fell silent for a moment, gazing at the scene outside the office window where the Gap was on the verge of breaking, and asked,

“Can I see your Completion Manual?”

Fisher glanced at her, then put his hand into his chest, taking out the Completion Manual with an ancient cover, and showed it to the Cardinal. But since the Demi-human Girls Completion Manual still belonged to Fisher, the Cardinal couldn’t read its content, only assessing its cover, indistinguishable from other Completion Manuals,

“What’s written inside?”

“…A bit of my research report. Actually, it doesn’t contain any substantial content. If pressed, it’s more like a Wish Machine for exchanging rewards, provided enough research is done on demi-humans.”

“Rewards? So you like demi-humans so much because of these rewards?”

Fisher, looking at the Demi-human Girls Completion Manual in the Cardinal’s hand, suddenly felt a sense of emptiness inside, much like when he saw the statue of Teresa in the residence of Demi-human girl control.

The Cardinal of Destiny sighed as she watched his pause, handed back the Demi-human Girls Completion Manual, and switched to another topic,

“In the past, when Asuka was still by my side, and Mr. Mikhail was still in contact with us, he once mentioned a very interesting question.”

As she spoke, she stretched out two fingers to gesture a head-sized cylindrical jar and asked Fisher,

“Suppose one night, as you fall into a deep sleep, someone conducts an experiment on you. They anesthetize you, and while fully unconscious, take the opportunity to remove your brain, using flawless technology to place it in a culture dish to maintain its original activity, simultaneously using highly advanced Cardinal instruments to link to your brain, controlling them to output signals identical to those normally received, causing it to experience hallucinations as usual…”

While speaking, the Cardinal of Destiny also placed her hand on the illusory tabletop before her, from where a touch sensation emanated,

“From your perspective, you’d still greet another morning, staying with women you know, conversing with them, but actually all of this is simulated signals perceived by your brain, not real… So if it’s like this, how can you prove what you see now, talking with me, solving the Doomsday Prophecy, isn’t such a paradox? Perhaps it’s all just a fleeting dream, a fabricated meaningless thing?”

Forced to think, Fisher contemplated methods of proof, such as engraving magic within a constructed world and providing Magic Circuit? But according to the hypothesis, the scientist must be perfect, capable of absolutely replicating all signals…

If so, how could he prove it?

Prove everything he sees is real, not fabricated by others…

What about Death? Perhaps Death could, but the scientist can fully simulate the feeling of death too, stopping the supply to the brain…

The Cardinal of Destiny smiled without rushing Fisher for an answer, instead, she turned to look at the Gap outside, where the scorching soul flames had made it increasingly fragile, so she invited Fisher,

“It’s okay, while thinking let’s go inside the Gap to check how much time we have left.”