I'm a villain, not a devil

Noah's deep detection didn't take long, and it quickly gave the answer.

"Three Saints, just like the first piece, this situation can be called 'mined'. The most important energy and deep blue data in the deep blue chip have been taken away and cannot be reproduced."

Sean frowned: "Except for energy, can Deep Blue's data be copied?"

Noah gave a negative answer: "No, the birth of the Deep Blue chip means the fall of a Deep Blue level powerhouse. In addition to technology, the chip also contains certain characteristics of a Deep Blue level powerhouse. This trait database There is no explanation in the article, but what is certain is that every Deep Blue chip is a disposable consumable. "

Sean nodded thoughtfully, and then took a breath: "Doesn't that mean that there are at least eleven deep blue level experts in the world?"

Noah said: "Three Saints, your understanding is wrong. You can understand the deep blue chip as some kind of legacy of the deep blue strongman, but it is not everything a deep blue strongman has, and the user cannot guarantee himself. Become a deep blue.”

"In fact, my database has already given hints in the process of gradually opening up. The former Saint Nine once accessed the deep blue level chip, but he did not ask me to help read and write. But in the end, the former Saint Nine When Jiu died, he was still in the upper level of Crimson and seemed to have not found a way to advance to Crimson Blue.”

Sean suddenly understood and nodded: "That's it..."

It seemed that his previous guess was correct to a certain extent.

Promotion to Crimson is a process of polluting oneself, while promotion to Deep Blue is a process of purifying oneself... But obviously, this kind of purification cannot be achieved by relying on the Deep Blue chip alone...

Is it possible that to advance to Deep Blue, you also need to use the power of the World Tree?

Just as Sean was thinking, Noah gave another reminder.

"Lord III of the Saints, I have detected that one of the chips can read pieced together data fragments. It is speculated that the particularity of the chip itself has caused the user to not completely access it - this chip may be a deep blue-level chip. It was left by a stronger person, do you want me to read it?"

"Read." Sean immediately ordered.

"Yes, reading..."

This time, Noah took longer than Sean expected.

Forty-eight hours later, even Mio Thirteen woke up, but Noah still didn't give a signal that the reading was complete. Sean almost thought it had crashed.

"That slate was originally a gift from me. I was supposed to be the owner of the Hall of Thought?" Mio Thirteen said, staring at Sean.

Sean didn't hide it, he nodded matter-of-factly: "Yes, it was originally given to you, but now that I'm here, it's mine."

Mio Thirteen pouted: "I'm so sorry... But according to what you said, Noah has never spent so long reading a piece of data?"

There was some contemplation in Sean's expression: "Yes, in the past, no matter what level of chip it was, it only lasted half an hour at most. The Creation Slate itself contained a massive amount of data and processing elements... Although the Deep Blue chip was of a higher level It’s very high, but logically speaking, this is just a chip that has been mined..."

Mio Thirteen's expression was a little strange: "I always feel that you are going to get something good again..."

"Don't worry, it won't be your share if I get it."

"Hey, you're so stingy. I'm not even a living person now, and you're still hiding it from me."

"It's very polite of me to allow you to enter and exit the small handle freely. Do you really want me to remember our 'father-daughter friendship'?"

"I am the weapon spirit now, your weapon spirit!"

"Then I say I'll resurrect you, do you want it?"

"It's not impossible, but you definitely won't be happy."

"Wrong, I'm happy to, but I don't have the ability to judge a gentleman's heart with a villain's heart."

"I learned from you, thank you."

"Do I still have to say you're welcome?"

While arguing with Mio Thirteen, suddenly, Noah, who had been silent for a long time, received a reminder.

"I have kept you waiting for a long time, Lord Three Saints. The incomplete data has been read."

Sean was delighted: "Why did it take so long?"

"The data is extremely hidden, and the manufacturing of this chip seems to have just borrowed a certain type of shelter technology. I suspect that this is a product after the end of the world, and the dark blue man who created it is more powerful than I imagined. I tried to reconstruct 68,729,261 reading methods, and finally the reading was successful."

The corner of Sean's mouth twitched: "Exhaustive method?"

"This is one of the meanings of my birth. Do you need to watch it now? The read data is finally pieced together into an image."

"Then let's see."

Just as he was about to close his eyes and enter the hall of thinking, Sean turned his head and glanced at Mio Thirteen, who was floating in the air with nothing to do.

After thinking for a moment, Sean asked, "Noah, can you connect to her consciousness?"

"Of course, you still have a stone slab."

"Then let her occupy the stone slab and follow me into the thinking hall. Anyway, I can use it anytime when I use the clone in the future."

"Yes, as you think."

Mio Thirteen could only hear Sean talking to the air, but the meaning of these words was easy to understand. Suddenly, her expression became slightly weird.

"You really let me in?" she said.

Sean smiled: "Aren't you bored hanging out outside?"

After the words fell, their vision went dark, and then they saw the thinking hall.

Mio Thirteen looked surprised: "This is the so-called thinking hall..."

Noah's voice sounded: "Welcome back, Lord Three Saints. Welcome to your first arrival, Lord Two Saints."

Mio Thirteen responded very quickly: "You are the Third Saint, right? Why am I the Second Saint?"

Sean walked into the hall and said casually: "The slate is just numbered. The first person to enter is the owner of the Hall of Thought. However, Saint II is my vest and I will lend it to you temporarily."

Mio Thirteen followed him and asked: "Then can I come in and out at will in the future?"

"Come in and talk to Noah when you're bored." Sean smiled.

"Noah..." Mio Thirteen whispered the name again, and then smiled again, "I like this name."

"Thank you for your like, Lord Two Saints." Noah's voice sounded again, "This is the name given to me by Lord Three Saints, which represents his expectations for me."

"What was his name?"

"Yes."

Sean on the side was puzzled: "I picked the name right, but where did the expectation come from?"

"Please forgive me for being self-assertive. I think I should add more adjectives to add solemnity and boldness when describing you." Noah apologized.

Mio Thirteen was amazed at what he saw: "What an exaggerated sense of autonomy... But, father, you name it Noah, and you name me Mio Thirteen?"

Sean rolled his eyes: "I didn't take that, you took it yourself."

"Did I get it myself?" Mio Thirteen was stunned.

On the other side, Noah has cast a big screen: "The Three Saints?"

Sean nodded: "Just play it."

"yes."

Seeing this scene, Mio Thirteen had no choice but to suppress the doubts in her heart and walked to Sean's side. She was also very curious about the dark blue powerhouse.

The picture is somewhat distorted, as if it has been many years ago. Traces of AI supplementation can be clearly seen in many places. It is probably Noah's masterpiece.

In the picture, there is a vague figure sitting cross-legged on a rock. It seems to be a cliff, or a reef near a lake, and there is a large lake-like existence in the distance.

An indistinguishable voice-over sounded, and it was obvious that it was not the figure speaking. Noah also said that this should be the voice of the person who originated the perspective of the picture.

"It feels like a first-person CG..." Sean complained subconsciously.

The voiceover doesn't sound very emotional, but you can still feel the confusion.

"Those things...I haven't seen them."

The screen was silent for a while.

Finally, the figure sitting on the stone slowly turned his head.

Noah's voice sounded at the right time: "In the read data, the appearance of the character is too vague to be clearly restored. However, based on the data in the database, I think if you and Lord Saint II look directly at the character's face, Blurring the appearance may cause a certain degree of pollution to the etheric body of the two, so I directly covered it on the basis of the original blur. "

After the figure turned around, only a black head was left.

Sean and Mio Shisan looked at each other, both seeing the surprise in each other's eyes.

An image that only exists in incomplete data is even blurred. If seen, would it pollute the etheric body?

And isn’t this the memory image of the powerful Deep Blue man? Logically speaking, the Deep Blue level should focus on purification, so how could there be pollution...

The figure made a strange voice. He clearly looked like a young man, but he also had an old feeling about him, just like the clouds floating in the distant sky holding up the setting sun.

"Have you seen them all?"

The voice outside the screen thought for a while: "I have seen all the places I can go. They are not the same as what you described. Many places are empty. I have not discovered the strange existences you mentioned."

The man sighed slightly: "That proves that you have no talent."

The voice-over was silent for a while, and then said unwillingly: "Sir, I have been hailed as hope since I was born, and people call me my mother's true child. I awakened my powers at the age of eight, and I am the king that many people cannot touch. Level, when I was promoted to Crimson at the age of eighteen, I hunted that crazy beast alone. When I was promoted to Deep Blue at the age of thirty-eight, I took a path that no one else has ever taken.”

"So?" The man's attitude was unconcerned.

Sean's eyes twitched slightly as he watched. Even such a top genius might not be as good as the voice-over master.

The person outside the picture is still saying: "Sir, I am not talking about how amazingly talented I am, because I understand very well that this is a gift from my mother, and I am just lucky. However, as a person who has shouldered this gift, Man, I must repay my mother. This is my long-cherished wish, but Deep Blue is not enough..."

The man slowly turned his head back and said calmly: "If you can't see those things, it proves that you have reached your limit. Gifts are also curses in many cases. Although your mother is one of the symbols of this world, She is not a god in the true sense. She cannot have no desires or desires, and cannot ignore everything.”

"You are bound by grace, and your mother is bound by madness."

The voice-over was silent. After a long time, the man asked again: "Sir, is there no other way? I can clearly sense that the mother only needs some help, and then she can enter the stage of self-recovery... "

The man directly rejected the other party: "No, you can't do it, then wait for others who can do it."

"But... who else can do it? Even if he can, without the reverence and admiration for his mother, those who can do it will just become the next greedy taker..."

The man chuckled softly: "If you can do it, how can you guarantee that you are not the greedy taker?"

The voiceover voice became solemn: "My long-cherished wish is to revive my mother. When she gave me the gift, this is what I should do."

The man shook his head slightly and said with emotion: "There is indeed something special, but that's it... How can you fight against something that your mother can't fight against? Go back, if you give up those fantasies, you can come again Find me."

"I will never give up!"

"Oh, then leave."

The screen turned and when it lit up again, we were already in a simple room.

The perspective turned to the bathroom, and the face of the owner of the perspective finally appeared in the mirror.

And that face made Xiao En and Mio Thirteen take their breath away at the same time.

That's...Sean?

The facial features are almost the same, but he is more mature and older than the real Sean.

What the hell are you doing...

Sean's brows were already frowning slightly, and his eyes reflected a dangerous light.

The shocked Mio Shisan turned her head subconsciously and saw the expression on Sean's face.

A sudden realization dawned on her, and Sean got a little angry.

Is it because of the person in the picture who looks the same as him?

That should be the Sean of old, right?

Thinking this, Mio Shisan turned to look at the person in the mirror. The man there was shaving.

He and Sean were almost exactly the same, but the biggest difference was that although that man was equally handsome, unlike Sean who was evil and lazy, he looked full of righteousness and gave people a sense of security with just one glance.

"It's really strange...it seems like it's really not the same person...could it be Sean's father or someone else?"

At this time, Sean himself noticed something different.

Even though they look almost exactly the same, the other person is not me...

Apart from their facial features, facial expressions, behavioral patterns, subconscious little movements, etc., there is no similarity whatsoever.

The corners of his mouth twitched. Isn't this his cheap biological father?

Or maybe he was cloned based on the other person's genes?

In the picture, the man in the mirror had finished shaving. He looked at himself in the mirror and sighed.

"Back then, I thought it would be as difficult to advance to the Deep Blue as climbing to the sky, but in the end I found the right path... I only need to remove all the pollution in my body, and the Deep Blue Road will have the key to open the door... Ha, this is the most difficult one. The point is that everyone in the world is born with natural malice, which is also a kind of pollution...I don't have such trouble, but it's not a big problem, as long as I can find a pure white Crazy Beast..."

"The end of everything is mother's approval... But it has been decades since I was promoted to Deep Blue, and I still haven't found a way to go further, and I can't see a glimmer of hope..."

"Mother...what should I do?"