In the deep, cold, data-constellated ocean of the cosmos, Silver Wolf floated languidly upon her ‘throne’.
Countless streams of pale blue data encircled her like a placid starry river.
These were the ‘probes’ she had cast into Herta Space Station, her eyes and ears for surveilling that impregnable fortress.
Suddenly, the most inconspicuous among these probes flashed with a glaring red alert.
Hmm?
Silver Wolf lazily opened her eyes.
A spark of genuine interest finally lit within those perpetually weary orbs.
She extended a finger, giving the air a light tap.
The anomalous data stream that had triggered the alarm was instantly extracted from the vast combat logs of the Simulated Universe and magnified on her main screen.
Its external identifier was simple and clear: [Unexpected Program BUG: Data Overflow].
Gotcha.
A curve of excitement tugged at Silver Wolf’s lips.
Kafka’s form appeared like a phantom behind her, arms crossed, silently watching the code scrolling rapidly across the luminous screen.
That composed smile still graced her face, but her gaze was locked tightly onto the restless data.
The child’s?
Kafka asked softly.
Who else could it be?
Silver Wolf cracked her knuckles, the sound crisp, her entire being thrumming with excitement.
‘Herta’s firewall is a fortress, but this little one…
she’s opened a backdoor inside it like it’s her own backyard.’ ‘Let’s see what goodies she’s hidden in there.’ The decryption work began.
Silver Wolf’s hands became blurs over the virtual keyboard, a waterfall of commands cascading down.
Yet, the expression on her face gradually shifted from initial ease to deep seriousness.
‘Strange…’ she murmured.
‘This encryption…
it’s off.’ This code, masquerading as a ‘BUG’, possessed an encryption structure she had never encountered.
It bore Herta’s signature, a framework so rigorous it bordered on rigid, but at its core algorithm, it was mixed with an unknown logic she had never seen—one brimming with randomness and chaos.
What made her scalp tingle even more was that within the crevices of this logic, she caught a whiff of…
mischief.
It was as if a master cryptographer, while constructing an impenetrable maze, had deliberately drawn a comical doodle on the wall.
This contradictory combination intensely ignited Silver Wolf’s competitive drive and desire for challenge as a top-tier hacker.
‘Interesting, so interesting!’ Her eyes grew brighter, her decryption speed accelerating.
Time ticked by, second by second.
The excitement on Silver Wolf’s face slowly gave way to profound gravity.
She discovered that with each layer of encryption she unraveled, what lay revealed was not the final answer, but a larger, deeper enigma.
This wasn’t like cracking a code; it was more like reverse-engineering a…
brand new universal law.
Kafka remained a silent statue behind her.
But her hands, gripping her own arms, tightened imperceptibly.
She could feel the violent shift in Silver Wolf’s emotions.
Finally, after expending immense computational power and navigating over a hundred logical traps and data mazes, Silver Wolf’s hands froze mid-air.
The final layer of encryption was undone.
For a moment, absolute silence engulfed the entire cockpit.
No longer did rapid-fire code scroll across the luminous screen.
Instead, there lay a clear, concise…
conception, one containing the potential to overturn the universe’s very understanding.
It wasn’t coordinates to treasure, nor some earth-shattering secret.
It was merely the blueprint of an algorithm, a mad theory concerning ‘curio counter-fusion’.
Silver Wolf’s lips parted slightly.
Unconsciously, in a tone laced with tremor and disbelief, she read the text aloud.
‘Using the concepts of ‘Certain Kill’ and ‘Termination’ represented by The Hunt Path as the attack command…
its target is not a physical entity, but the concepts of ‘Infinite Proliferation’ and ‘Disorderly Prosperity’ embodied by the Abundance Path itself…’ ‘Through a specific ritual combination, guide the diametrically opposed divine authorities of the Aeons into a high-dimensional clash…
At the conceptual singularity, ‘kill’ proliferation, thereby giving birth to…
a ‘Unique and Eternal’ super-blessing…’ ‘…This isn’t Elio’s script…’ Silver Wolf’s voice cut off abruptly.
She shot up from her seat, her face a mask of unprecedented shock and horror.
‘This isn’t anything from the script!
Kafka!
This…
this is creating new rules!’ Kafka said nothing.
She gazed at the mad, almost blasphemous algorithmic blueprint on the screen.
For the first time, all composure and amusement drained from her ever-smiling eyes.
She finally understood.
She understood completely.
The power possessed by that child, Lilith, was not ‘prophecy’, nor was it’seeing through’.
What she wielded was a…’source of information’ of a higher dimension, one that completely transcended Elio’s script.
Elio’s script sought the optimal solution within established rules, guiding fate towards its terminus.
But this child…
she was creating new ‘rules’!
She was adding brand new, unforeseeable DLC to this game called ‘Fate’!
‘We must obtain her.’ Kafka’s voice was soft, yet carried an unshakable resolve.
‘No.’ She shook her head, correcting herself.
‘We must obtain what’s in her mind.
At any cost.’ This was no longer merely an ‘interesting’ toy.
This was a key.
A key capable of shattering all shackles, of granting true ‘freedom’ to’slaves of fate’ like them.
And in the distant Herta Space Station, within that highest-specification independent testing chamber…
The chamber door slid open with a whisper.
Lilith stretched with a big yawn, stepping out of the immersion pod.
She rolled her slightly stiff neck, as if she had merely enjoyed a satisfying session of gaming within the Simulated Universe.
She lifted her wrist, glancing at her personal terminal.
In an inconspicuous corner, a system notification lay quietly waiting.
[Alert: Data fragment codenamed ‘Pandora’s Box’ has been intercepted by an unknown source and is undergoing deep decryption…
Decryption complete.] ‘Heh.’ A smug, mastermind’s smile slowly curved Lilith’s lips.
Leaning back into the soft seat, she closed her eyes, savoring the immense thrill of a successful plan.
‘Herta, I’m a bit hungry.’ Inwardly, she sent out this call, tinged with a hint of a whine, to the figure she knew waited for her outside.
It might not seem tempting right now but who knows what the future holds?
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”