You've finally appeared, my dear Rose baby, how are things going? I'm getting tired of waiting.

All the best.

That's great, I have a hunch that this will be the last time, I have accumulated more than a dozen generations of hard work, and this time I will definitely make this plan come to a perfect end.

Congratulations, Pigess.

Don't be so cold, my dear Rose baby, you should be looking forward to that day more than I do, after all, I promised you, and the first thing I did after it was done was to help you get it back.

Pigs, I hope your hunch doesn't continue to go wrong, I'm really tired, even if I sleep for a thousand years, I still can't relieve my exhaustion, if your hunch is that the plan will succeed this time, then my hunch is that I'm about to disappear.

No, I'm very confident in the team's technology and craftsmanship, and trust me, we're still far from where we were supposed to be.

Don't tell me about your fuck-off team! I'm going to be like this because of your stupid self-confidence!

Don't get excited, don't get excited, my child, excitement will damage your system, mess up your memory, that's not what you should be feeling.

Do you think I'm going to care about any bullshit system now? I'm telling you Pigs, I'm fed up with your fingers at me! I'm fed up with the never-ending deception of these people you've chosen!

But it's all your choice, Rose baby, and while I'm sorry about it, the only way to stop this behavior is to complete the goal as soon as possible, so we can all have a new life.

Hum.

That's right, don't think about those superfluous things, so let me get down to business. Why didn't you come in this time with a message and instead spoke to me directly? I need to know your reasoning.

He started to get suspicious, and the questions grew, and I could only interfere with his brain waves and stimulate his pituitary gland with an electric current, but I don't think it was a long-term solution, and if he deviated from your plan, what would I do?

After a moment of silence, Pigess's consciousness came.

You know, my dear Rose baby, I don't have enough energy to take over his brain right now, unless...... Unless he has a nervous breakdown and becomes a fool. You know, the reason why I chose a psychic magician as a host.

Of course I do, so what should I do now? I almost don't believe what I said to him today, and the next time he attacks me again, I can't guarantee that I will be able to lie as much as I did today.

Then let him have a nervous breakdown! I'll take control of his body.....

Roseava retracted the nail that had pierced Il's brain, leaving a red dot on Il's forehead that looked like he had been bitten by a mosquito.

There is no alternation of day and night in the underground base hundreds of meters deep, and the only thing that can represent the passage of time is the cry of a flashing red timer 'Di Di Di', recording that a day has passed.

Roseava sat in front of a crystal monitor, the size of the children's table and chair was just right to match Roseeva's height and size, her fingers tapped quickly on the display, and the programs that controlled the base were entered into the base's control center.

With the input of the program, this underground base began to slowly deform, and the various corridors that were originally scattered in the base squirmed, moving like an earthworm, slowly wriggling in one direction.

This is not the first time that this base has undergone deformation and relocation, as early as 10 million years ago, since this base was built and slowly expanded its functions, this base has not stopped moving. At first, it was to avoid the tracking of those things, so it slowly moved deeper underground, and then for supplies and water, the base stretched out its 'tentacles', approaching the underground river, and then for what?

Roseva can't remember.

Roseava's memories are not coherent, and after each slumber she forgets many, many things, as if she had been deleted by the 'system' that had been transplanted into her mind.

The reason why Roseva thinks this is a kind of 'deletion' is because she has the function of recording, as long as she has seen and heard something, she will record and store it in the chip, and the record is full. But every time he woke up again, the memory of the chip was empty again, and he could only follow the program set by Pigs to insert the chips belonging to Pigs in the skulls of those unlucky eggs.

After successfully completing this step, Roseava will go to various bases according to the instructions to 'upgrade' her own program, and then her consciousness will slowly awaken and become more like 'herself', not just a hard robot.

"Hopefully this is really the last time. ”

The initial movement of the base was accompanied by a huge shaking within the base, shaking Il, who was lying on the bed and did not know what was happening.

Il woke up from his sleep, he hadn't learned about dwarfs in his dreams for a long time, and in the dream just now, he seemed to hear two people talking, but he couldn't distinguish the source of the voice, and he couldn't hear what they were saying, as if he was 'conscious' of even the fact that someone was talking.

He lifted the quilt and moved his muscles and bones, and glanced at the quilt. Although it was only a thin quilt, Il knew that it was covered by Rose Ava on himself.

On the one hand, she wants to thank her for her 'life-saving grace' and 'care' for herself, but on the other hand, she always feels that she has a lot of things to hide from herself, and she doesn't tell the truth, and a violent and cold 'little girl' like her is very ordinary, and it is usually difficult to gain the favor of others.

The base moves towards a destination under Roseava's control, and the first thing Il's first thing to do when he wakes up is to ask Roseava to take him to see the warehouse she is talking about.

The warehouse was located in the middle of the entire base, and the two men walked through the wriggling base under the leadership of Roseava, and Il felt an indescribable strangeness.

When he finally reached the door of the warehouse, Il didn't see the sophisticated combination lock or other protection he had imagined, only the two silver-white metal doors remained quiet, closed without a single gap, and there was no trace of a keyhole.

Ilr tried to push, but nothing happened.

"Come here, the door doesn't open like this. Roseava beckoned to Il, who pressed the polished metal door in a few clicks in order, and it opened. And behind this metal door, there is another door.