Chapter 14: Prism

I thought about it all night last night. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info This should be a crystal. Although I don't have much research on crystals, they may exist in an environment as hot as volcanoes. I really can't think of anything other than hedrons.

It was the second day after we reached the summit. I didn't think I would decide to spend the night on the top of the mountain, so I didn't prepare an extra day's worth of rations. So, of course, the next day I was hungry.

That's not the point. The point is, I had to find a way to get into the crater and see how this two-story crystal could be suspended in the air.

If I could know why, maybe I would be able to use this suspended crystal to get out of this island.

I won't say much about the process of going down. In short, although the volcano looks like it hasn't erupted for a long time, the pungent smell of sulfur inside is still very strong. For this reason, I had to take out another pair of trouser tubes as a mask to cover my nose. Only then did I barely endure it.

By looking down, I could dimly see the little bit of orange-red magma at the base of the volcano. If this extremely hot liquid erupts now, I believe that I will not have to wait for the magma to touch me, and I will have turned into a wisp of green smoke and ascended to the sky.

Thankfully, the volcano did not erupt at this time, as usual. I also went down to the edge of the crystal smoothly.

Some people may say that this is not fucking bullshit, how to go down.

There are no roads in the world, and when there are more people walking, the roads will naturally come out. There is no way, I will find the way myself.

The whole crystal has a bright red color. Not a day of blemish. The whole is presented in a perfect cone. There should be eight faces on visual inspection. Four sides on the top and bottom. I don't know if it's because of the air currents inside the volcano or what. The crystal was still spinning at a slow speed as it was suspended in the air.

I knew that the next action might be a bit deadly, but in this situation, I involuntarily reached out and gently touched the crystal in front of me.

Truth be told, I'm ready for a hot hand. After all, crystals have been here for I don't know how long. Even if the volcano didn't erupt, the crater was hot here. It's impossible for crystals not to be affected.

But that's not the case. The crystal didn't show any burning sensation, and I could even faintly feel a cold feeling. It's like touching a jade pendant that has just been taken out of the counter on a hot summer day.

In view of the high temperature around me and the coolness of the crystal in front of me, I couldn't help but touch it again.

But it's just a little more touching, a rough thing.

The crystal stopped turning. And the side facing me was like a display screen, except for a few words the size of a palm.

Project Prism is launched.

I was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously took my hand back.

Rubbing my eyes to make sure I was still conscious, I looked at the crystal in front of me again.

The previous few big words are gone. Instead, there is a row of flickering black dots. It feels like something is kicking in.

Wait, start? Is this thing starting? Damn, what is this, how can it still be activated? Isn't this an uninhabited island? How could there still be such a thing that could be launched?

The situation is not right, retreat.

The moment I turned to retreat, the corner of my eye once again caught the corner of my eye where the font had appeared earlier. At the same time, the movement of the whole body stopped.

Time remaining until next attack:

71：59:58

The numbers have been decreasing over time. According to a normal person's judgment of this set of numbers, this should be an array of seventy-two hours countdown.

How can this crystal count down? That's too advanced, isn't it? Wait, what do you mean by "time until the next attack"? The time when this thing is counting down, a time when something is attacking something, right?

Damn, it's not going to be this crystal, is it?

Tell me what to do, it has nothing to do with me.

Once again, I turned to retreat. I didn't expect that there was still something on the display that hadn't been finished first. It was even displayed in the aftermath.

Mission: Protect the crystal from destruction.

I was furious.

"***Are you a human or a ghost?" When a swear word came out, my heart immediately felt a little more comfortable. The brain calmed down.

No, people don't look like this. Could this thing be the legendary superintelligence? Supercomputers? Super...... Delicious?

Bah.

"What are you?" I asked out loud. But I immediately felt that it was too rude to ask someone what it was when we met for the first time. After thinking about it, he changed his words: "Are you human?" ”

Forget it, just express the right meaning. The table cares too much.

What broke the awkward atmosphere between me and Crystal was the wind whirring from inside the volcano.

The crystal doesn't show anything other than the time of the countdown.

“helloC？”

Ignored me.

"Aruha?"

Ignored me.

"Ann, are you still racing?"

"Savadica?"

......

". You. Mom, can you speak? ”

Apart from the whirring mountain wind, there was no second sound.

Hold the grass. Forget it, to hell with it. Walked away.

"I'm leaving!" I threatened.

No response.

"I'm gone."

No response.

Okay, just ignore me. Then you can stay alone. Let's go.

This time it was a real retreat.

Although I am curious about the so-called Prism Project of this crystal, it is not something that can be saved from the island. Instead of spending time on this, why not go to the place where you found the reflection yesterday and see what that thing is.

What if it's really personal? Although it is a bit brain-dead to put a distress signal in the forest, I don't care if God gives me a fool now.

After all, a fool is also a laborer. What's more, a person who can still place a distress signal?

Once I had made my plans, I started my way back.

Half an hour later, I stood in the crater and turned to look back at the crystal below.

This thing calls itself Project Prism, so let's call it Prism.

The prism has not been anything unusual since I actually turned around and walked back.

In addition to the fact that the countdown numbers above are still decreasing.

Although I felt a little uncomfortable watching the reduction of the numbers above, I was subconsciously told that it didn't seem to be too much of an obstacle to my survival work.

But then again. In a crater on a deserted island, there is such a technological thing. What's going on?