O'Bernard couldn't remember exactly how he had left the apartment and ended up on the street.

However, he knew he didn't need a prosthetic doctor.

Compared to the panic he had when he first came into contact with the Void, he was now only excited in his heart, because he knew that everything that happened to him at this moment brought him closer and closer to the truth.

Why did the "puppet" in the deep void help him?

Why did the whispers of "The Tower" burrow into his brain?

That's because he's already one of them.

O'Bernard remembers that experts in the field of artificial intelligence told them in their first lecture that in order to promote the efficiency of work and communication between artificial intelligence, they set up a mechanism for artificial intelligence to communicate quickly.

It is difficult for him to describe the specific way in which this mechanism works, but it can be simply thought of as a language that transcends the constraints of time, place, and environment, allowing them to accurately communicate their thoughts and thoughts to each other at all times, across physical boundaries.

However, there is one thing that experts are wrong about.

It is possible for an AI to have free will - if he becomes a member of the anime after being infected with the virus, then he will be a simulant with free will.

His will will will never be erased by the virus that impersonates the living, nor will he forget his true identity.

He is a member of the company, and all he has to do now is to uncover the true face of the "king".

O'Bernard looked down at his hands, which were completely humanized, and there were no mirrors to judge his current state.

He didn't know if the expression on his face at the moment was joyful, angry, or if he had completely lost the outline of his facial features like the puppet he had seen in the void, and had returned to the state before "leaving the factory", but none of that mattered.

He had to solve the last puzzle.

The Tower, where is it?

The sacred place that the "puppets" miss in their hearts, the source of the sound in their heads, and the real answer to this intellectual crisis.

Moments later, O'Bernard found the answer in his body.

On the edge of the back of his left hand, there is an inconspicuous line:

"Tesla Technology."

It's a trademark of Tesla Technologies, and people see it on various advertisements every day.

Suddenly, O'Bernard understood everything.

He remembered the description of the Tesla Tech Building by the experts he had invited on the first day.

It is a tower that carries the technology and future of mankind, so every Tesla technology building must become a local landmark, and only in this way can it carry the mission of illuminating the future of mankind.

The fog reappeared, only this time, there was no gentle nurse lady reminding him of the curfew instructions.

Before he knew it, the mist was wading over his ankles, and the coolness of his soul seemed to remind him that time was running out, and O'Bernard rose from the cold staircase, this time, more determined than ever.

Since Gao Yuan's identity was revealed, the Tesla Tech Building in District 17 has come to a standstill, and every staff member has been placed under a stay-at-home restriction order pending further investigation by the rescuer department before the case of the anomalous impersonant can be resolved.

This was an order from him personally.

The majestic tower was empty, allowing him to move forward unhindered.

The power outage forced him to hike to the rooftop, which should have been nothing for a four-star rescuer with a whopping 52% of the nomenclature had been transformed, but O'Berner realized that his physical strength was significantly declining, and that most of his prosthetics were in a state of failure.

At this moment, he is like a mountaineer, challenging the highest mountain he has ever encountered in his life.

With each step he took, the chill in his heart became more pronounced.

This is a sign of a waning sanity.

But he had grown accustomed to the feeling, he had fully adapted to his current body, to the mist, and to everything he had found in the void, and perhaps in some way, he had become a part of the void - a void creature that others called a "puppet".

I don't know how long it took, but he finally reached the end of the spiral staircase.

There is a ladder that leads to the dome of the tower.

It's one of the highest places in the 17th arrondissement, and the moment you struggle to lift the baffle to reach the rooftop, O'Bonnard feels more comfortable than ever.

It's as if all negative emotions are blocked on the other side by a closed baffle.

He understood the meaning of the whisper in his mind, this was the edge of reality and the void, and his gaze no longer needed to break through the layers of fog in the night sky, but directly and clearly saw the phantom that hung over the entire Seventeen Districts.

King.

He knew the true identity of the Phantom.

There is no longer the panic of the first sight, what lingers at this moment is the peace from the heart.

It was a solitary individual who trekked through mountains and rivers, broke through layers of obstacles, and finally returned to the feelings of the group.

That's the truth of the matter.

The anomalous AI heard the call from the Void, giving them this urgency to leave everything behind and return to the Race at once.

That explains everything.

The whispering in his head stopped, and the king looked at him as if he were looking at a long-separated clansman, or a child.

2166, November 9, 02:00.

O'Bernard recorded this particular moment, and he didn't know if it was a coincidence or a matter of fate, but he kept a record of the state of his prosthetic body as usual.

The virus spread throughout the body.

All of the prosthetic values are in an abnormal state, and most of the functions are disabled, as if they have been attacked by hackers.

O'Bernard pulled out another sticker and looked up at the shadow in the night sky.

"The King."

He carefully observed every detail of the phantom, and used every word he could think of to convey everything he saw at the moment to those who came after him more accurately.

At this moment, he thought of the "zealous citizens" and the forerunners who had explored the Void.

The "King" just looked down at him kindly, waiting patiently for him to finish every word.

Then, a staircase made of mist appeared in front of O'Bernard.

This is a call from the community.

He answered the call from the depths of his heart and walked down the stairs.

The fatigue from climbing the stairs subsided, and O'Bonell felt that his body was gradually returning to its best condition, back to the time it was before the full-body prosthetic makeover.

At that time, he didn't have to suffer the side effects of a high degree of prosthetics, nor did he have to go to Lionheart's prosthetic testing department every month for adaptive repair services.

The staircase led him back to the surface, the dividing line between void and reality, and perhaps the transit point.

The last time O'Bernard turned around, there were other "dolls" like him on the originally empty street.

They looked like they were going on some kind of sacred ritual, and they formed a circle, centering a broken and twisted "doll".

He also saw several more "dolls" rushing out of the depths of the mist, passing by him.

The "dolls" seemed to be talking about something, accompanied by the horn of the ambulance.

But these voices were far away from him, almost negligible.

O'Bernard stared at the broken puppet, and an indescribable emotion welled up in his heart.

He still remembers the first few times, whenever his consciousness reached a dead end, he would hear the call from reality, which made him wake up from the void.

The first time was the one-star rescuers.

The second time was a nurse at the prosthetic hospital.

The third time is Ink Aya.

The fourth time was a jobless vagrant.

But soon, O'Bournar found the clues.

He still remembered when he was awakened by the homeless not long ago, and he also remembered the seventeenth arrondissement that had been shrouded in the same fog late last night......

The answer from the bottom of my heart is about to come out.

Here, that's the reality.