Star Railway: Building a Foundation from the Beginning

At the same time, Cliffperburg.

Bronya stood in front of the huge window, raising her hand and gently pressing her eyes.

Behind her, there is an elegant desk, which bears witness to the past of successive great guardians.

Now, too, she was going to sit in front of it, planning the future of Beloberg and the whole of Alilo-VI.

Not long ago, she had discussed Beloberg's plans with Jepard and the others.

One of the most important and urgent is the inauguration ceremony of Bronya.

This is not only an inauguration ceremony, but also a grand celebration.

The populace believes in the Great Guardian.

Therefore, when the surrounding environment changes drastically, the Great Guardian needs to give a firm attitude to reassure the people and give hope for the future.

After all, the most expensive things are the elusive existences such as trust and hope.

Without them, Beloberg would not have been able to stand in the cold wave for thousands of years, and there would not have been generations of silver-maned guards who rushed to the front line and gave up their generosity.

As for the funeral of Cocoria, it will be held after everything is settled.

Just as she was thinking, there was a sudden change.

It was dark as night, and before Cleppburg could light the lamp, only a faint glow of flint was still shining.

"Why is it dark?!"

......

Phosphorus fire illuminates the branches of the cherry blossom trees, and the spirits emit a faint glow.

Together, they light up every corner of the cherry blossom forest, creating a faint halo on the petals.

In this cherry blossom forest, there is one cherry tree that is particularly large.

It has a thick and powerful trunk and a large and abundant canopy.

The dense branches stretched out, lifting up a delicate canopy, like a cherry-colored cloud.

Dr. Bright took two sips of a bottle of spirits and inadvertently said the name of the giant tree.

Westward Demon.

"In distant legends, there was once an incomparably huge cherry tree that grew in the far east, and it had an extraordinary charm that could snatch the hearts of the living and stay under the tree until they died. "

"Master Westbound made a verse for this tree: I would like to die under the spring flowers, when the moon is full in February. "

And the daughter of the westbound mage sealed it at the cost of her own life, and for some reason got the name of the westward demon. "

Ling Ke nodded obediently and watched as Dr. Bright tossed the magical dial aside.

As for the incomparably huge cherry blossom tree.

By this time, a large group of undead had gathered, dressed in various costumes.

There are the uniforms of Foundation D-class personnel, avant-garde modern clothing, ornate dresses, Beloberg clothing, and silver-maned iron guard uniforms.

People who don't belong to the same era, or even to the same space.

After his death, he crossed the line between life and death, and sat on the soft grass under the cherry trees, casually arranging his wine glasses, the liquid in which he exuded a faint fragrance.

A pink-haired woman in a gorgeous costume sat on her knees on the lawn, her palms raised, trying to hold on to a piece of falling flowers.

But the petals passed through gently and fell on the lawn, which was full of cherry blossom petals.

She was not discouraged, but smiled slightly, her eyes flashed with charm, picked up the pastry from her front and enjoyed it quietly.

Beside her, kneeling sat a handsome young girl with white hair, carrying two knives at her waist, seemingly a servant.

Farther away, the undead raised their glasses and chanted merrily, their laughter echoing through the night sky.

I withdrew from the device, did some preparation, and tried to communicate with her, but LYX stopped me, humans and spirits have only one form, and using this device is at the junction of the two sides, and neither side can see. I had to watch her laugh and talk at the banquet, and I couldn't turn into a spirit.

"It's... "

Ling Ke, who saw such a scene, was stunned for a moment.

Even in Beloberg, she had never seen such a grand scene, let alone such a peaceful and peaceful scene, and everyone was smiling.

Seem......

Expressionless and numb life is the situation of the vast majority of Beloberg's people.

If Containment-2299 exists, it would have been known to the inhabitants of Beloberg several years in advance......

I am afraid that a considerable number of people will come here to seek to end their lives, become the dead, and enjoy eternal joy.

For this alone, Ling Ke felt that Bright had used the code to name the largest cherry blossom tree the Westward Demon.

It's very appropriate.

Here, it is indeed capable of stealing the hearts of many people.

Since real life is so difficult, why not escape to the eternal peach blossom paradise and drink and have fun?

I thought so.

Ling Ke found out.

My own thinking has also inadvertently changed a little.

Infected by the warm atmosphere of the undead's banquet, she can't wait to participate in it at the moment.

By the time she realized this, the sandwich she had eaten not long ago, which had not shrunk much, was gone, and it was all in her stomach.

Seeing the confusion written on Reiko's face, Dr. Bright drank the contents of the bottle.

"Okay, so that's the second question, and I guess you'd like to ask why a very strange thought suddenly came to you. "

Ling Ke nodded:

"Yes, all of a sudden it felt very relaxing and very pleasant...... There is also the desire to drink with the undead. "

Dr. Bright smiled:

"If I had told you in advance that this forest would have an effect on human consciousness, would you continue to stay here?"

Ling Ke was silent for a few seconds, and slowly opened her mouth to give her own answer:

"Probably not......

"After all, it's always weird to be unconsciously affected by your thoughts, and you might even do something you can't even think of. "

As she spoke, Reiko had already poured herself a bowl of sake.

When she drank the whole bowl of wine, she didn't realize that she hadn't had such a large amount of alcohol before.

Or rather, she didn't have a habit of drinking alcohol before.

Dr. Bright smiled, not pointing out the girl's anomaly in tiny.

He lifted up a petal and put it in his glass, rolling it down his throat with the spirits.

Suddenly, a strong breath rushed into his nasal cavity, making his consciousness a little trance.

He casually glanced around, feeling the heat of the banquet.

But when I saw the demon traveling westward, I don't know when many more figures appeared.

There is a blonde lady with a feather fan in her hand and a smile on her face.

There was a woman with nine fox tails.

And the little girl with a red bow tied around her head.

Who are these people...... I wasn't impressed at all before......

Dr. Bright suspects that he has drunk too much and is hallucinating.

He squeezed his eyes and looked there again, only to find that it was empty, only the cherry blossoms falling gently.

So, he didn't bother about it anymore.

This is the realm of Containment-C-2299, and it's reasonable to see some anomalies popping up occasionally.

He shook his head, stood up and sobered up for a moment, then looked at the girl who was making the sandwich herself:

"Suppose you knew before that this was a corpse burner, would you like it?" (read the violent novel, just go to the Feilu Novel Network!)

"No, I'm pretty scared to be honest. "

Ling Ke's action of smearing crab roe sauce was suddenly stunned, and she shook her head like a rattle.

"yes, that's human nature, even if there are no anomalous memes. "

"So what?"

Rei didn't know what a meme was, or what an anomalous meme was, but that didn't stop her from continuing the conversation.

Dr. Bright shook his hand and did a few more chest expansion exercises.

"The group of people in the memetics department think that this may be at most a psychological expansion of a given target, and it is a meme with a very special and weak effect. "

"Normal memetic boycotts are ineffective, but due to their harmless anomalous properties, there is no need to specifically target them. "

"And ......"

Dr. Bright's gaze darkened, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly as he looked at the undead in D-class uniforms.

"When the group died, the spirits came to the side, planted these trees, and had great use. "

"We shouldn't use their creations and still kill them, or I don't know what's going to happen. "

"This is the night cherry blossom of the necromancy. "

Dr. Bright grinned.

Here, the void in his mind that had been created by Containment-963 was briefly forgotten. []

The alcohol, the undead, the cherry blossoms, and the inexplicable atmosphere of the banquet made Dr. Bright feel that the wounds on his soul could be forgotten for a while.

At least, here.

He's no longer the only one.

......

And in the distance, the Black Tower space station, inside the office of the Black Tower.

A pleasant and smooth conversation was going on.

"Don't even think about it!"

Heita's little hands clenched into fists and snorted.

This is what Leonard saw and heard after leading everyone to the office.

Bai Xuan and his party were okay, they didn't react, and it was up to them to see how the geniuses quarreled.

Leonard's brain was overloaded, and he had imagined a thousand ways he would be dismissed from the space station and accidentally die on his way home.

He wanted to cry without tears.

At this moment, I can't leave, and I can't continue to listen.

"I'll say it one last time, I don't care what Ruan Mei is blowing with you again, and you want to shut down the simulated universe?"

In the face of the Black Tower's criticism, Screw Goom was very indifferent:

"Blacktower, this is my decision. "

"Question: What did we put into this project? hundreds of system hours, the resources of an entire planet, and the most advanced technology in the universe. "

"What did we get? unknowns, doubts, and a barrage of errors. "

Hearing this, the little Black Tower puppet struggled to raise its head and glared at Screw Gorm.

Bai Xuan stood a little farther away, crossed his arms, and silently watched the performance of the two geniuses.

Blameless.

He knew that this was the script of the two, and they performed a scene together in order to catch the silver wolf and take the bait.

But writing a script, planning a plot, and acting for yourself are two different things.

In particular, some micro-actions involving emotions, except for experts and actors who have been involved in the field for many years, it is difficult to achieve realism and do not violate the harmony.

Standing here, however, is a Black Tower puppet, a mechanical being.

Both successfully circumvent the possible unnaturalness in the performance.

Even if the silver wolf is a rare genius girl, there is no way to read the change in mood from the tin can.

Screwgoo went on to explain:

"Originally, we defined the simulated universe and wanted to create a miniature world where we could spy on the movements of the stars. "

But now, it's getting farther and farther away from that goal. "

Heita glared, and his tone was very dissatisfied:

"Simulating the universe needs to be wrong, this is what you said, the status quo is obviously perfectly matched, why are you not satisfied?"

In this regard, Screw (Li Li Zhao) Gumu was noncommittal:

"I appreciate the flow of knowledge, but I don't recognize that the simulated universe will always be just a contract on the to-do list. "

"Blacktower, think about it, this project, how many surprises has it given you, and think about it, how many disappointments has it given you?"

"The simulated universe never let me down. As if poked at the point, Blacktower's voice rose three octaves.

"It's you who let me down...... Screw. "

"Do you think you're amazing? You're like a, a, a stupid club guy right now. "

"......" Screw Goo suddenly fell silent.

Even though he knew that it was just a line from the script, he felt like Blacktower was really angry.

Perhaps this is the huge difference between organic and inorganic life.

They are more inclined to rational calculations and considerations, and it is almost impossible for them to become emotional.

"Blacktower, I have no intention of questioning you, nor will I deny your efforts to simulate the universe. "

"It's just that I want to give more freedom to knowledge and inspiration. "

"Enough!"

Blacktower snapped Screwgom's last words.

"If you don't want to do it, just quit and go talk to the remaining two yourself...... Oh, take your skills with you, I'm not rare. "

"I can go to Adrian Taylor, I can go to the red-nosed old man in Epthoron, I can even go to the Polymath Society—at least they don't run away"

With that, Blacktower walked briskly to the office door, then stopped.

"Screwg, we've known each other for so long. It's the first time I've ......."

"I think you're a cold piece of iron. "

The voice fell, and the black tower didn't look back, and grabbed the door.