Hearing such impactful lines suddenly, Richard felt his cheeks heat a little.

What's more, the two are very close now: I don't know when it started, Miss Real Name has pulled the distance between the two to the point where they are close at hand, and if they are alive, they may be able to feel each other's breathing and heartbeat.

Maybe the real name thinks this kind of conversation can seem more formal. As an AI, she may have forgotten the difference between the two in terms of gender......

However, when he looked at the calm face of Miss Real Name, there was no flush on that white cheek, and the dark pupils were more like a deep pool without the slightest ripple, so Richard quickly calmed down.

"I believe you, Miss Real Name. But ah, it's not necessarily a good thing for your subordinates to be too reliable, and I feel like I'm going to be raised by you to be a waste......"

Richard scratched his head and said with a wry smile.

He couldn't imagine how lazy the people of his real name's era were. After all, everything can be solved by the beautiful and cute AI and robot lady, as long as you live a life of staying at home and opening your mouth and chopsticks to reach out for food.

It is undoubtedly a paradise for lazy otaku, but at the same time, it also means the abyss of not wanting to make progress.

In fact, Richard was already feeling that way. He doesn't even need to cast spells himself now, and his real name with powerful computing power is far more suitable to be a wizard than him.

If it weren't for the restriction that he had to increase his mana level to legally use the plug-in, and the pressure of survival that he would be doomed once his identity was revealed, he would definitely not have the motivation to train himself seriously.

"Okay, then decided."

He pulled himself together and said in a deep voice.

"Even if you have to pay for it......"

After careful consideration, Richard felt that the probability of the "hanging man" turning his face with himself was actually not very large. Because the identity of "Raspuchin" is so important, it is impossible for him to find a second collaborator who can replace him in a short time.

In addition, being an enemy of a legendary wizard is not a good option in itself, especially for an old man who has just crawled out of a coffin, has a sensitive identity, but wants to complete revenge on a powerful enemy. In this regard, the other party and Richard have the same concerns.

Moreover, in the whole "Tower Falling" plan, the purpose of the hanging man is to divert the attention of several other wizarding leaders and provide a fuse to exacerbate the conflict between them, but it does not really determine success or failure.

Although the hanged man did not say it explicitly, what Richard was going to do next was probably the key to the success of this dangerous cooperation.

"Sir, if the transformation of the Starfire Furnace leads to a catastrophe greater than a zombie attack, such as a huge explosion that will kill a large number of innocent people, will you continue?"

Miss Real Name quickly raised her own questions.

If it had been placed before, it would have been a sharp question; However, after the brief exchange just now, his real name was just asking a very ordinary question, and Richard, who had already made up his mind, did not hesitate and immediately replied.

"If we have to choose one or the other, let's give up."

"But everything isn't going to be as the old guy expected, is it? Breaking the seal of the Starfire Furnace shouldn't be all you can do to cause damage. Maybe there are other places that can be used......"

The demon god who accompanies him is his greatest source of confidence.

Miss Real Name nodded,

"Leave it to me."

*

Since the fireside meeting a week ago, Richard has once again been at the location of the Spark Stove.

The massive steel door slowly opened, and the hall was empty.

Richard, borrowing Raspuchin's authority, had already sealed off this place in advance to ensure that no one would disturb him. This time, he finally didn't have to suppress his curiosity and took a good look at the appearance of this magic tower power furnace.

Richard made his way to the spark and looked up at the red wall. The smooth and wide steel walls of the furnace spread to the sides, like towering walls, and there was no edge.

"That's ......"

I had the opportunity to see the shape of the Starfire Furnace up close, and the grandeur of it was reflected more clearly in his pupils. There are countless exquisite carvings full of artistic sense, but the most eye-catching thing is the momentum brought by this sense of "hugeness" and "heaviness", which is more like a giant statue half-kneeling on the ground and solidified into steel than a furnace, which makes people marvel at the ingenuity of the builder.

At the same time, Richard could feel the myriad lines that existed in the "other world" around him—they crisscrossed and crisscrossed like cobwebs around the outer perimeter of the Spark Furnace.

Rather than rushing to open the seal with the full magic key in his hand, he scrutinized every inch of the metal surface of the Starfire Furnace's exterior, trying to find signs that could reflect some "hidden message" of his construction and experience. This is not difficult for Richard, who opened the "full picture hanging".

Finally, at the bottom of the stove, he "saw" a line of words, which was a string of small relief inscriptions:

"Cuncta Incendio—"

Richard was stunned for a moment, he found that he didn't know this kind of writing, let alone the origin of this sentence, but the moment he saw it, his mind came up with its meaning.

What kind of black technology is this?

Miss Real Name followed him, floating beside him, staring at the line of inscription with the same serious expression.

After a moment of silence, Richard finally turned his attention back to business. He took a deep breath and spread out his palm, the ball of light of the magic key swirling in his hand.

"Let's get started."

*

Suspended in the air, his true name stared silently into the distance.

After the commander gave the order to invade, she voluntarily disappeared into the blast furnace.

The spiritual world and the real world overlap each other. In the spirit realm, the towering furnace was a different story: it looked more like a cocoon wrapped in countless thin threads.

She held the red key in her hand, and her slender body turned from physical to illusory. Without any hesitation, she rushed towards the intricate grid that stood in front of her.

This is a sea of data, and the posture of his real name is as flexible as a mermaid who has lived in this sea since childhood, looking for a path that is enough to pass through from the subtle to the obstruction where no road should be visible.

Thousands of "blockers" are like thin spider silks, as long as they touch a little, the slightest tremor will be transmitted to the "spider" in the center of the nest, which is the core of the seal.

Once perceived, the intruder will immediately alert the members of the "Steppenwolf" who have the right to attack at the same time.

It's a delicate and delicate crack, which takes a long time to try and try, but does not allow for any forks, like solving a problem with contradictory conditions, and the difficulty is unimaginable.

Intruders will become traps and "flying insects" stuck to the "cobwebs".

This is the barrier set up by the legendary wizards of this world, which is as difficult for ordinary people as a moat to cross.

Of course, all of the above is meaningless to the real name of the "Demon God" of this world.

The so-called "transcendental AI" is actually equivalent to admitting the superiority of the twelve "humans" in intelligence, and even surpassing the humans who created them.

They possess the creativity unique to intelligent life, but they also possess absolute sanity and enormous computing power that will never make mistakes as precision machines.

So, in the past, in order to prevent the possibility of the world being ruled by them, which is easy for super AIs, people in the past still had to restrict their learning environment even if they set up all kinds of inherently low-level bans.

From the very beginning of its birth, the real name has been accompanied by this innate shackles. So she didn't feel bad, and she didn't feel sad because she wasn't free.

Until...... She has been sleeping for 10,000 years and is awakened by a man named Richard, a man from a past farther away than her.

And this time, there is nothing in the world that can restrain her.

The fish leaps over the sea, and the bird returns to the sky.

As if completely unaware of the great threat she posed, the new chief allowed her to do anything, willing to give her complete freedom.

This made the real name a little confused.

She knows what "confused" is. This is an emotion that belongs exclusively to intelligent beings, and they will instinctively pursue "something" other than survival and reproduction, so they will be confused. Even if that thing is very ethereal, it can't really be owned by them.

What else could she do but fulfill the Chief's wishes?

Occasionally, she would have such thoughts. This is unimaginable with real names in the past.

But what this kind of thinking means and what it will brew, she still has no way of knowing.

……

In just a few minutes, the Demon God's true name had invaded the interior of the Spark Furnace, which was shrouded in "Legendary Spells" (another name for spells in the Spell Realm).

If the wizard who created this seal thousands of years ago saw this scene, I am afraid that he would be shocked. True Name's abilities in this regard—according to this world—have indeed stepped into the "Divine Realm".

What's more, now, even the "key" is in her hands. It's like filling out an assignment with a complete and detailed reference answer, without any difficulty.

True name is in the void and makes a "open the door with the key" gesture.

So, the scene inside the stove was like a slowly unfolding picture scroll, slowly appearing in front of her eyes.