“Right, this place has been hidden away.
Just studying it from external space won’t yield any results.” She chuckled softly, as if she had found a fresh new toy.
“Being so secretive about it—anyone who didn’t know better would think there’s some grand secret hidden inside.” Ruan Mei thought for a moment and reminded her.
“To be so closely watched by the Garden of Recollection, this place must be extraordinary.
Shouldn’t you make more preparations?
What if it’s dangerous?” It had been painstakingly hidden within The Scepter, and its traces had been deliberately erased.
Simple data intrusion wouldn’t break through the firewall.
Whatever was inside must be of great significance.
Herta curled her lips slightly.
The more it was like this, the more curious she became; the more mysterious it was, the more she wanted to figure it out.
This is Erudition; this is the Genius Society.
“Don’t worry, I’ve certainly thought of that.
There’s no way I’d go there in person.” She gestured toward The Fourth Mirror.
“See that?
I can rely on the Herta Magic Mirror to perform a mental warp.
Theoretically, I can warp my mental projection to every corner of the galaxy.” The Fourth Mirror puffed out its frame proudly, wishing it could write the words ‘I am amazing’ all over its surface.
“But…” Ruan Mei pondered, “Doesn’t warping require an anchor point?
That region doesn’t seem to be covered by the IPC network.” “That’s a secondary issue.” Herta didn’t think for a second that she wouldn’t find a solution; it would just take a little time.
“Is an anchor…
really that important?” Bayle asked.
Herta cast a fleeting glance at Bayle.
“Of course it’s important.” Her fingertips tapped the console, and the holographic star map rotated before them.
“Mental warping is like building a bridge in the void; both ends of the bridge must have stable support points.” “My consciousness can traverse the sea of stars, but it requires a precise coordinate—a specific signal anchor that can pinpoint the interior of Amphoreus.” “Usually, this beacon is an instrument set up in advance, or a node connected to the IPC network, but Amphoreus…” Bayle followed Herta’s gaze to the dim, lightless region on the star map.
That region looked as if it had been deliberately erased, leaving no trace in the galaxy.
Conventional methods couldn’t locate it directly.
Herta could locate The Scepter, but she couldn’t directly locate Amphoreus.
These were completely different issues.
Bayle stared at that dim star field for a few seconds, then asked softly, “What if…
a person were to enter the interior of Amphoreus directly with their soul, without any protection?
Is that possible?” Not by exploring Amphoreus in the form of a mental projection.
But entering in person.
Herta frowned slightly, her tone dissatisfied.
“We have no idea what’s inside.
Entering in person makes it very easy for unpredictable things to happen.
It’s very dangerous.” “And, based on your description, once you enter, it won’t be easy to pull yourself out.” “I don’t care.
Herta, can it be done?” Bayle looked into Herta’s eyes and said, word for word.
“Let me go in.
Inside Amphoreus, I can become your anchor.” Herta narrowed her eyes, looking at Bayle with a scrutinizing gaze.
The person before her had caused her to feel ‘curiosity’ more than once.
Why?
No reason, no connection.
Why would he care so much about a place that is disconnected from the entire galaxy and known to no one?
“You want to enter Amphoreus?” Herta crossed her arms, her tone carrying a hint of playful inquiry.
“Do I need to remind you?
Becoming an anchor means your soul, your very Existence, will be bound to that ethereal place.
It’s not as simple as a bad phone connection.” She took a step forward and tapped the screen twice.
“In an unknown domain, once an anchor is formed, it becomes the only signpost leading to Amphoreus.
If anything goes wrong on the outside, or if some kind of trap appears inside Amphoreus…
you will be the first one affected.” “In other words, once connection is completely lost, your consciousness might be trapped there forever, or worse, become a beacon attracting unknown dangers.” But Bayle just smiled lightly.
He met Herta’s scrutinizing gaze, his eyes showing no fear, only a hint of…
anticipation?
“I don’t care,” Bayle repeated.
Herta chuckled.
“Madman.” Bayle shook his head.
“Hey~ ‘Madman’ is a bit much.
I still trust Ms.
Herta quite a bit.
What you described are all the worst-case scenarios; the probability isn’t that high.” Herta was a bit too lazy to deal with Bayle.
She crossed her arms, her fingertips tapping gently against her arm.
On the holographic star map, the dim region representing Amphoreus resembled a Möbius strip, exuding an alluring yet dangerous aura.
A few seconds later, she suddenly chuckled, the laughter filled with approval and a hint of excitement at encountering an interesting challenge.
“Very good.
You have guts and some brains, knowing this is the optimal solution.” She turned back to the console, her hands dancing across the keyboard again, moving so fast they left afterimages.
“Since you’ve volunteered to be this ‘beacon,’ I won’t stand on ceremony.” Regardless, this was still quite challenging.
Whether from the inside or the outside, getting Bayle in would take some effort.
After all, the person who set the firewall wasn’t some small fry…
that was Genius Society #1, Zandar.
This was a battle between geniuses, to see who would come out on top.
She used the computer to analyze the possibility Bayle had mentioned.
It was undeniable that an Emanator entering Amphoreus to act as an anchor carried risks, but…
they should be manageable.
But the difficulty also lay in the fact that he was an Emanator.
“Ruan Mei, don’t just watch.
Come help me open a gap in this place.” Ruan Mei glanced over indifferently and said calmly, “You just mocked my failed experiment not long ago.” Herta waved her hand, acting completely unbothered.
“That was called congratulations.
Do you understand?
Besides, didn’t I send you a little cake to apologize?
Don’t be so stingy.” Ruan Mei recalled the burnt cake in her memory and sighed helplessly.
“Coming.” Bayle couldn’t help with this aspect, so he just found a place to sit and study his longsword.
Since this sword had been with him, it seemed he hadn’t used it yet.
But he would have a chance soon.
[Why are you going inside Amphoreus?
Is there anything useful in there?] [Exactly, exactly.
With this time, you might as well find a way to improve your strength and take down the Iron Tomb.
Heh heh heh…] Bayle sighed.
“Easier said than done.
How can I improve my strength in a short time?
I have absolutely no clue.
Why don’t you guys donate some points to me so I can add a few buffs to myself?” [That’s simple.] [The closer you walk toward Nihility, the stronger the power you will receive from the Aeon of Nihility.] [The simplest way is…] [Negation of self.]
Maybe it’s not a big deal now… maybe it will be later.
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”