A few minutes ago, the Spirit Simulation Training Room, 4304 Rhode Island Building.

The silver-haired girl, who looked to be in her twenties, was lying on her back asleep in the device that bound her helmet and countless patches.

The translucent helmet design made her calm sleeping face clearly visible, and even more stared at the colleague holding the teacup on the side.

"I don't think she's going to disappear without paying attention, how about a break, Miss Laurentina." The young man opposite her colleague suggested softly, and his slightly helpless gaze was also on the special teacup that she had held for too long, "Even if it is a thermal tea set, it is difficult to protect the flavor of black tea that has been left for nine minutes." ”

"Mr. Omer knows black tea?" Laurentina looked back, her smile as fast as her face changing, "I thought you loved coffee more, and at first I thought to myself, is it really okay if you don't order coffee?" ”

"That's okay." Not surprising that the other party had information beyond his own performance, Omer just turned his head and glanced at the display screen of the device used by Isa Mara, "It's because I'm not interested in black tea that I won't delve into the difference in quality." ”

At this point, he quickly changed his words: "It's Miss Laurentina, maybe you should give your chosen drink a chance to show herself." ”

The lines on the display are zigzag like zigzags, which are the appearance of violent mental fluctuations, which forms a stark contrast to the girl's smooth sleeping face.

The contrast was a discontinuity, and it was the reason why he hadn't looked at Isamara since she lay down.

This device, which directs consciousness to the depths to complete the simulation training, will suppress the integration of the mind and the body to the maximum, so as to avoid the heavy load on the body caused by the training itself.

Therefore, the correct way to observe Isamara's state is to look at the real-time observation index on the display, rather than staring at the sleeping face that is destined to be as peaceful as a baby.

But just like the first time Laurentina heard her words, she was not talking about Isa Mara, but about black tea.

Omer is a man who values giving back.

If you want to avoid the important and light, then he will also have reservations.

He was waiting for the young lady to notice this very conspicuous sense of separation, and if the other party had shown himself calmly and outstandingly before, he felt that it would not take a minute.

But the result was that the young lady stared at Isa Mara for nine minutes.

Although Miss Scati is indeed outstanding in figure and appearance, wearing only underwear can make Omer politely look away, and it is unlikely that she will be so easily aesthetically fatigued.

But even if Laurentina wasn't tired, Omer felt tired when she tilted her head all the time.

"No, it's hard to see the sleeping face of the whale, look at this soft and peaceful appearance, you don't want to see a little bit from her on weekdays."

She added a frivolous reason to her nervousness, acting like a friend who made fun of a beautiful goddess after his friend fell asleep, and the inopenness of such a place only made the young man laugh silently.

"In that case, you can try to photograph it," he casually suggested, "if she doesn't get angry." ”

It wasn't going to be that stressful, after all, Omer didn't expect Scati to win from the start.

It is true that on the battlefield of consciousness, the exertion of emotion may be more brutal and unreasonable than reason.

After all, that kind of duel has always paid attention to idealism, and the essence of idealism is sensibility.

But that premise must also be based on the fact that Scati is really Scati, and that battlefield of consciousness really belongs to Scati.

As an outsider, Omer's definition of the Rhode Island clerk, codenamed Scati, is based on the understanding of the information he had in the 'game' before.

Namely, Isa Mara, who is keen to play Scati.

At first glance it may seem strange, but if you think about the concept of Kaiji, it's not hard to understand why he insists on it.

The flaws of the sea heirs, whether they are children with simple physiological structures or the original individuals who interfere with the will of the entire herd with individual power, are so obvious.

Yes, mutilated.

Even though they have the world's most amazing environmental adaptation, the most outstanding speed of evolution, so much so that they are revered by a large part of the population as beautiful, perfect creatures.

But they still don't have the complex emotions of humans.

Their learning ability is so good, but they can't learn a little bit of people's hearts, just because they have been positioned as tools since their birth.

Although no one can see them as tools these days, the original design framework still limited the development of the sea.

Judging from the history of intelligent beings, such a design is perfect.

Without complex emotions and individual desires, they will naturally be able to avoid all internal disputes, and they only need to overcome one external difficulty after another.

But in such a future plan, there was an accident.

- Heart of Corruption, who has dedicated himself to a deep-sea hunter.

But if He chooses any ordinary person, or even an ordinary being, it can only be regarded as a mere rebirth.

But he chose a deep-sea hunter.

Perhaps the nature of the Deep Sea Hunter's 'Humanoid Sea Heir' is an extremely cordial plus point for him, but everyone also knows that the Deep Sea Hunter is the only existence in the world that is fully mentally prepared for the process of 'Sea Heir'.

Deep Sea Hunters are connected by blood—this is the ancient language of Agora that belongs to them.

That bloodline is not only connected to the deep-sea hunters, but also connected to the sea heirs, which is the fate that every hunter will eventually face.

Whether they knew their roots or not, the hunters were well aware of the horrors of assimilation.

Every deep-sea hunter who fights to the death with the sea heir is ready to be accompanied by madness at the beginning of joining the team.

When it comes to enlightenment, when it comes to extremes, they are already at the forefront of humanity, and Isamara is one of them.

At this time, do you remember that you once said that the process of sea transformation will be influenced by will?

The newborns have an incredibly strong will, but so do the hunters.

Not to mention, when Isa Mara "dedicated" to Scati - it was also the last moment when the deep sea hunters were ready for the final battle and thought they were going to take the poseidon out!

- At this time, both Scati and the other hunters adjusted their bodies and minds to the highest place they could reach.

The result is now:

Isa Mara has still not been able to completely return to her original state.

Is Scati alive or not?

This is a question that even Ormo is not clear.

Because it's like the philosophical speculation in the eyes of the ghost shark, and the 'whale' in the latter's eyes is so unquestionable, no one can deny that the deep-sea hunter Scati still exists here.

It's like a ghost who has abandoned his body and lives in the electronic world, and its very existence has been transformed into data.

You are recognized by Morrison. Is Linton an electronic ghost, or an artificial intelligence for data falsification?

It all depends on how you look at it.

But whether it is her will to contain the corrupt heart, or her mind is completely seared into the corrupt heart, these do not prevent Isamara from truly coming into contact with human emotions, the three views of human beings.

Even, the human world.

This is an area that Haiji has always been indifferent to.

At the same time, even if they are truly curious, they can only simulate and cannot touch human civilization.

Omer, who has been getting along with the family of the year-old beast recently, is not difficult to imagine what it feels like.

In a word, it's like a big dream.

The light is bizarre, colorful, and the joys, sorrows, sorrows, and ups and downs that are still vivid for the newborn.

The most apt metaphor that Ormo can think of is probably the first large-scale Mewtwo/deep immersion game/succubus dream customization service experienced by contemporary young people.

Once you think about it, it's not hard to understand that 'Isamara is addicted to role-playing'.

No matter how long the years are, it does not prevent addiction to new things, and in this regard, there is no shortage of immortal species of the Holy Terra Federation, and there are ample sample cases.

But whether Nascati is real or not, it doesn't prevent Omer from trying to keep it.

If it's true, it's a save.

If it is false, it is also the dream that keeps Him.

There is only one dream in this life, and everything is gone when you wake up, you can wake up, but you don't have to break it.

For this reason, he deliberately prepared a backhand.

Just as he had said to Laurentina not long ago that if the war was to be won or lost, why not end it here, he had a way to compromise, and for this he had to contact Ling again, who had not been away for a long time, to ask her for a favor.

On the battlefield in the depths of consciousness, it is difficult for all external forces to intervene, except for the wavelength that is essentially the same in the dream.

But that's not to say he wants to join the battlefield as a teammate online.

That's too much, neither he nor Skati nor Laurentina have an intimate relationship to be mixed with in any self-struggle.

He only entrusted the order to assist himself and convey a will.

That will, which stems from a corner of his heart, will serve as a response to Isamara's past invitations.

At the same time, it will be condensed into the power he expects, and it will be held in the hands of the qualified.