Herta!
3: Chapter 3: Iron Tomb Error Locked, Ms.
Herta!
Just as Ms.
Herta finished speaking, before Bayle could think of how to respond, the barrage before his eyes suddenly exploded.
“Prove your authenticity?
That’s easy!
Tell her what color clothes Ms.
Herta is wearing under her coat today!
If you say it, she’s guaranteed to believe you!” “Damn, you’re a pervert, but I like it.
What color is it?” “According to the results I just calculated with my toes, Ms.
Herta should be wearing the nebula gradient streamer style today!” “What kind of messy calculation result is that?
It’s not accurate at all!
In my opinion…
it must be black…
Mmph mmph mmph!!!” “What’s wrong, buddy?
You didn’t actually guess it right, did you?” “Stop arguing, it’s just black.” “How do you know…” Bayle watched, feeling completely speechless.
Are these barrages really reliable??
If he followed what they said, wouldn’t he really be chopped into a sieve?
“What are you afraid of?” “As an Emanator of Nihility, are you really afraid of an Emanator of Erudition?
You could fight with your eyes closed, what’s there to fear?” “Exactly, exactly, you can beat her easily.” Ms.
Herta was still waiting for his explanation, but the barrage was useless for anything other than causing trouble.
Bayle was out of options.
Just as he was planning to appeal to her emotions and reason with her, a golden, glittering barrage appeared before his eyes.
“Tell her, ‘I like you,’ it’ll definitely work.” Bayle was a bit speechless and just about to ignore it when, immediately after, a second golden, glittering barrage drifted before his eyes again.
“Tell her, ‘I like you,’ it will definitely be effective.
If you say it, I’ll tip you one hundred points.” “Believe me, I’m a ten-year veteran fan of Ms.
Herta.
Would I ever steer you wrong?” Absurd.
There’s absolutely no logic to it.
Even a ghost wouldn’t believe it if he just said he liked her, let alone Ms.
Herta, member #83 of the Genius Society, known for her genius.
The barrage can speak without using their brains.
But he can’t…
Bayle took a deep breath, raised his eyes to meet Ms.
Herta’s scrutinizing gaze, his tone calm yet carrying an air of unquestionable authority.
“Ms.
Herta, I don’t need to seek your trust, nor do I need to explain anything to you.
As fellow Emanators, I have no reason to lie to you, right?” He paused deliberately for two seconds, letting the aura representing Nihility reveal itself completely.
“Even if my words cannot be verified, the threat of the Iron Tomb itself is worth you pausing an Audience to verify, isn’t it?
With your abilities, how long would it take to verify my words?” “If I am wrong, you merely lose some time, but if I am right…” Bayle’s words paused for two seconds, his gaze falling on Ms.
Herta, and he helplessly spread his hands.
“If what I say is right, can you bear the consequences?” Ms.
Herta tilted her head.
A strange statement.
“Why would you do this?” she asked.
An Emanator who suddenly appeared out of thin air, speaking nonsensical words the moment they opened their mouth.
If they wanted someone to believe them, they should at least provide some reasons.
“To be fair, putting yourself in Ms.
Herta’s perspective, an Emanator appears out of nowhere, inexplicably demands that she stop what she is doing, and the other party can’t even explain why.
It’s just completely baffling.” “That is indeed quite baffling.” “It’s a pity, Jiu, you most likely won’t be able to persuade her.
How could she possibly believe you with just a few words like that?” “But isn’t she a genius?
Geniuses should…” “Exactly because she is a genius.” “Geniuses are all conceited; that is Ms.
Herta, after all.” Bayle was out of options.
“Do you really not believe me?
It’s just a verification; it’s not that difficult.” Ms.
Herta shook her head slightly: “It seems it is time to invite this presumptuous guest to leave the Path Interstice.
Will you leave on your own, or shall I invite you to leave!” “…Wait, Ms.
Herta, you must have encountered some overconfident Memokeepers these past few days, right?” Ms.
Herta’s hand paused, and she looked at Bayle with a frown.
“Those greedy Memokeepers from the Garden of Recollection, who pierced the boundary of Amphoreus.
The Iron Tomb’s goal is to assimilate Nous; if you at this moment…” “Do you know how difficult it is to send a message to Nous?” His words were interrupted, and Bayle was stunned for a moment.
“…What?” Ms.
Herta took a step forward: “In order to power the [Audience System], I must mobilize the energy of the entire Herta Space Station, then let it enter silent mode, and restart it afterwards.” “Do you know how high the cost behind this back-and-forth process is?” Bayle asked subconsciously: “…How high?” Ms.
Herta was silent for a moment.
“Money matters are not my concern; if you want to know, you can go to the Herta Space Station and ask Asta.” Bayle slowly typed out a question mark.
Is this right?
Could this be the thought process of a genius?
He felt he couldn’t quite keep up.
“These are not important.” Ms.
Herta coughed lightly to bring the topic back.
“What’s important is that I must see Nous.
I went to great lengths for this Audience.” “If you really don’t want to leave, you are welcome to stay here and witness my conversation with that machine…
Nous!” “Wait!!!” Bayle wanted to stop her, but it seemed it was already too late.
Ms.
Herta had long been prepared.
She was originally just one step away from meeting the Aeon.
If it hadn’t been for Bayle’s interruption, she might have already finished everything by now.
Watching the red light slowly brightening in the void, Bayle asked the barrage with a final shred of hope.
“Um…
this shouldn’t be the last time, right?” “Oh ho, you’re doomed.” “Oh my, we offered you advice out of the kindness of our hearts, but you didn’t use it.
Now you’ve played yourself into a dead end, haven’t you?” “…No, if I followed your advice, I would have been finished even faster, okay?” “Hee hee.” “Retreat, retreat, this line is dead.
If you don’t leave, be careful not to get killed as collateral damage.” “Seriously, is there an exit here?” “Quick, look at how my Ms.
Herta looks standing in front of the machine head!
That appearance!
Absolutely beautiful!” Just as Ms.
Herta was preparing to pose her question to Nous, a violent roar erupted from one end of the galaxy.
A planet shattered from the center like a newly hatched eggshell, and from the center of the planet, an unknown creature was slowly born.
Bayle’s pupils shrank.
Iron Tomb…
born?
Such a coincidence?
From the moment of its birth, the Iron Tomb locked directly onto the direction of Nous, as if some boundary had been set, and it arrived in this space in an instant!
Ms.
Herta frowned at Bayle, then had no choice but to confront the Iron Tomb.
The opponent seemed unable to understand human speech, possessing only some most basic instincts, while Nous…
the moment it led the Iron Tomb into the Path Interstice, not only refused to answer Ms.
Herta’s question but also disappeared from the spot.
The Iron Tomb briefly lost its target, and finally…
locked its gaze onto Ms.
Herta.