The first explosion was not fierce, and it had already reached the ground. Arsey and Weit, who entered the first door, only felt a faint vibration, but the underground staff shouted in panic as if the sky was falling and the earth was cracking: "Why is the power outage?!" "Why is the emergency light not on!" "Where are people! People are coming!"

"...the ability to adapt is a bit poor." Weitt seriously studied Taisi's evaluation.

Arsey couldn't help but smile.

This place may sound mysterious, but many of them are probably repeating extremely monotonous work every day. Even if they have had various exercises, they never expected any changes and naturally they could not accept any changes.

"Calm down!" someone roared angrily.

The people who were fluttering in panic became quiet in an instant.

"Change emergency communication, open the manual gate, seal the door, and no one is allowed to enter and exit until the power is restored!" The man issued a series of commands, "The survival pods are all locked..."

A bright beam of light broke through the darkness underground and flashed away, and the man's voice came to an abrupt end.

Weiter's praise stuck in his throat, gasped, and stared blankly at the Britann who was rarely calm at this time, falling straight to the ground.

And the one who attacked him... seemed to be the cleaning robot behind him?

After a brief silence, various screams and exclamations rang out again.

Weit blinked. The darkness did not hinder his vision at this time. He could see it as long as he wanted.

This was a very wonderful feeling - a reminder that he was not a personal feeling at this moment. He saw someone seemingly aware of something and ran to execute the dead man's initial order, trying to close the entrance; someone opened the light source with his own, and the flashing beam did not make the situation better, but instead shone a panic-like chaos; he also saw the cleaning robot that had just killed his master, swaying between the windows and doors of the office area at normal speed, as if it was still cleaning the ground seriously.

Weit almost thought he had read something wrong just now, but he didn't. The energy gun was in its hand and was still shooting... and it was still holding the detergent in its other hand.

The guard who finally reacted began to attack it. Cleaning the robot - Weitt felt that he should be considered a hero in the robot. He was quickly hit and fell to the window with sparks.

Due to model limitations, its movements are not very flexible.

But the underground area is located in the space between the two gates, and at this time there is more than one robot. When it attracts all the firepower, more robots raise the weapons in their hands.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the guard fell down most of the time.

"Are they controlled? ...where did they get the weapons?!"

Someone was shouting in despair.

"Call support! Call support!..."

He is witnessing history. This increasingly distinctive perception made Weiter's blood that did not exist at the moment boil, but he did not forget their mission.

He followed Arsey toward the second door, and the thing hidden behind the door was their target.

And, it seems, is also the target of those robots.

Is said there might be some special materials hidden there, and he felt that it might be some secret weapon. Although this is the Energy Research Institute... As far as he knows, the most powerful energy is always the first to use various weapons.

After a brief confrontation, the robot had completely controlled the situation. The first door that was sealed blocked the support of the Britans, and the second door was easily opened by them.

Weitt clearly couldn't feel the temperature at this time, but for some reason he suddenly shivered.

Behind the slowly sliding door, there are dense rows of survival pods floating in it...

"Naden..." Arsey murmured.

And it seems all women.

Their eyes were closed, as pale as corpses, and only their hair floating in the fluorescent liquid was circling and twisting like life, moving violently.

Weit's blood that had just boiled was frozen in an instant. He remembered the ghost crying in the wind and rain that night, and how they talked about the terrible disaster that the Naden people encountered...

Star explosion.

All they can see says this in all the records.

That should be a natural disaster.

"There's a problem," said Tess.

"Mental power is also a kind of 'energy'," said Ikabbard.

Some kind of terrifying guess was about to come out, but he was suppressed desperately.

Impossible-he thought.

impossible.

No one...no one can do such a thing. Even the rumored pride, selfish, cold, and arrogant old Britann royal family would not...not...

He stood there in a daze, and even his consciousness became dazed in a huge impact beyond his ability to withstand it, until Arsey grabbed his hand tightly.

"Witt!" she shouted, "Calm down! Come back to your senses!"

The young man's dull eyes finally turned to her.

"I... it's okay." He spoke subconsciously.

"You almost disappeared just now," said Arsey.

She was actually shocked and lost, but Weitt's figure, as if he was about to melt in the water, scared her consciousness back.

The gentle fluctuations passed through the tightly clasped hands, silently soothing the young man's still shaking uneasy soul. Around them, the robots obviously had a plan and scattered in an orderly manner.

"...They want to release the Nadens." Weitt tried to calm himself down, and his voice unconsciously brought a hint of expectation.

"But maybe it's just using them to create chaos." Arsey sighed.

She knew that this might be too cruel for young people...but accepting facts is better than deceiving themselves, and then watching her hopes be shattered again.

Weit was silent for a long time.

"That's better than being sleepy here," he whispered.

His eyes couldn't help but follow the robots, watching them awaken the sleeping Nadens in the life pod, watching them try to open the life pod, but failed again and again.

Arsey kept holding his hand and shook slightly.

"They... are looking at us." Her voice tightened.

Weit looked up in horror and stared at them straight into their eyes.

The people who woke up were indeed watching them, not those robots.

——Can communicate with spirits.

That turned out to be true.

The Naden's pupils seemed to be embedded with thin silver-gray silk threads, called the "web of fate". It is said that when light flashes from the silk threads, those eyes can see through the ups and downs of a person's life.

That should be mysterious and charming... But at this moment, there is only endless hatred and despair in those eyes that can see through the fate of others.

Weit tried to look away—he didn't dare to look at them at all, even if he was completely innocent.

He focused on looking at the robot in front of the control stand that was still failing repeatedly... and its movements did not get any more than half of it.

Other robots are manually opening life pods and even directly shattering the glass, but the speed is still too slow.

"They didn't get the password," Weitt said, "but it should be possible to go around... Oh my God! Did the robot's program be compiled by a three-year-old?!"

His sudden irritable tone made Arsey feel alert.

"It's all happening," she said. "Nothing can be changed...you remember?"

The young man remained silent again.

"But," he spoke again, his voice was almost unheard, but he was extremely firm: "He said, 'He can be here, prove that he should be here.'"

Maybe...he came for this.

He pulled out his hand and rushed towards the robot.

"Witt!" Alsey shouted, but couldn't stop him, watching him crash directly into the robot's body.

This is simply... even more bold than IS!

Arsey was furious but helpless. But Weitt didn't realize how incredible he had done, nor did he have time to be surprised at the feeling of using his soul to invade a robot's intelligent module.

He is acting entirely on instinct.

The robot's movements were stuck and then became very fast.

Weitt's computing power is not higher than that of a robot... But he mastered the technology more than 40 years later.

Before the robot's own energy was exhausted, the last key was typing.

In the sound of the survival pod opening one after another, a light suddenly appeared in front of me.

The backup power supply is started. The power is restored.

The alarm broke as soon as it sounded, and the sudden and sarcastic scream seemed like a sarcastic cry. Arsey, who was rushing forward to get Weit out of the robot's body, suddenly beat him up.

A strange sound drowned out her soul.

.

Ice floated out with the terrifying group of Britans.

The problem seems to have been solved. The overly frightened "Your Highness" needs a good rest and someone needs to explain it to him.

Of course, what just happened cannot be his fault.

Amid the crowd, the highness irritatedly lifted off his helmet and smashed it casually.
To be continued...