Lynn froze.
So that's how it was.
No wonder she said it was a family tragedy.
If things really went this way, then wouldn't he be dying tens of thousands of sons and daughters every single moment? This was truly a real "grief of losing children, family tragedy, father alive while sons die in droves" situation for Lynn.
Lynn was sweating profusely and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
But he also understood that for these microscopic mechanical units, humanity's value system didn't apply to them at all.
They had their own system that could adapt to the development of civilization.
Lynn (￣ω￣;) said, "Alright, I won't interfere with your affairs. But since you're following me now, you need to behave well. If you don't behave, I naturally won't do anything to you, but I will be unhappy, understand? I don't think you want to make your Mother unhappy either, do you?"
Those "aunties" immediately hopped around Lynn joyfully, chattering noisily to express their happiness and delight, though Lynn was sure it was all simulated.
"In that case, let's go. I'll introduce you to my family members. From now on, you'll be..."
But it was at that very moment.
Before he could even finish his words, a jolt of electricity flashed through his brain, and his heart slammed violently once more, just like before.
The Colossus's hyper-dimensional link!
That voice also clearly rippled with confusion.
"Eh—"
Evidently, as a peculiar part of the Colossus's consciousness, they too could simultaneously sense what Lynn was currently experiencing.
"Is it the Brain? What is she doing?"
Lynn raised an eyebrow. In that brief flash just now, he had vaguely seen the girl that Colossus's Brain had transformed into, kneeling on one knee in a pitch-dark environment, doing who knows what.
It seemed she was attempting to tap into some power that had belonged to the Colossus during its divine era, which had triggered the curse and set off the hyper-dimensional link's alarm mechanism.
But hadn't he asked her to help collect the Leviathan's fragments earlier?
What was she trying to do now?
Or rather, where was she right now?
Lynn immediately turned his head, following that faint trace of hyper-dimensional perception. His gaze instantly landed in the direction of due north, where the central area of the Cursed City's ruins lay, the place where Colossus's Tower had once stood.
Lynn's heart stirred.
"Underground?"
Lynn knew that she had slept beneath this city for three thousand years.
And from her scattered words, one could tell that this Cursed City had once been extremely glorious, a holy land for the countless favored ones she had influenced and gathered after coming to hell. It was only because of the Flesh and Blood Dominator's later interference that this city had been reduced to the ruins it was today.
Was she... reminiscing?
Lynn pondered, then his gaze hardened. "Let's go take a look. Follow me closely!"
Without any hesitation, Lynn immediately turned around, leaped into the air, and sped off toward the center of those ruins.
What he didn't notice, however, was that a large cluster of bloody wind remained noisily hovering in place, ripples of confusion constantly flowing through their collective consciousness.
Evidently.
As a special Colossus consciousness born from nanomachines, they too could clearly feel the special connection between that existence and themselves.
In some ways, it even seemed to be just a tiny bit closer than the connection between them and their Mother.
And it was exactly the same fluctuation as when they had been summoned before.
So was it Mother?
No!
No, it should be another special existence just like Mother...
And who could be the same as Mother, or even slightly higher than her? Could it be...
That voice suddenly (；OдO) said, "F... Father?"
...
Center of the Cursed City, underground.
Collapsed layers of earth and rubble were everywhere, yet the entire space felt extraordinarily vast and silent, as if this had once been a place for holding grand sacrificial ceremonies.
The surrounding walls were embedded with many glowing stones.
By the light of those stones, one could clearly see the collapsed pillars, and on the floor and walls, ancient blood-colored patterns were carved.
A slender little hand emitting a faint glow traced its fingertips across the decaying, withered wall.
The silver-haired girl raised her head.
As if reminiscing, dragging the long chains behind her, she walked step by step through this darkness. The faint light radiating from her body made her nearly the only source of illumination in this dark space.
The sound of empty footsteps.
Echoing for a long time in this dark underground hall.
Her gaze was somewhat vacant, scenes from a thousand years ago constantly flashing through her eyes, images of those loyal guards kneeling before her great tower, praying devoutly.
Everything seemed like yesterday.
She lowered her head, her gaze falling upon a nearly decayed human skeleton lying before a collapsed pillar. She stared at it blankly for a long time.
Then.
She silently knelt on one knee, and wrapped in chains, she cupped the skeleton's skull in both hands.
Those hollow eye sockets stared at her like an abyss, but before she even applied any force, the skull had already cracked with a series of fine fissures.
They...
Had been gone for far too long.
She remained silent. Her fingers gently pierced into the skull, blood-colored power emanating a faint glow from her skin. Blood vessels tore through her wrist, then spread gurglingly into the skull.
But at that very instant.
Crack—
Black mist suddenly surged from her body. The chains abruptly pierced into the ground and yanked tight around her form, forcing her to tilt her head back and let out a pained groan.
The skull in her hands instantly dissolved into countless ashes, slipping through her fingertips.
"You're trying to use the Colossus's divine power to grant them life again, aren't you?"
Behind her.
A voice came from afar.
The silver-haired girl turned around in a daze, utterly lost, and then saw Lynn descending from the massive opening above with a stylish three-hundred-and-sixty-degree backflip.
Crack—
The sound of a foot bone breaking.
But Lynn acted as if he felt no pain at all. He calmly adjusted his monocle, his gaze landing on the girl's face, and spoke with a somewhat heavy tone:
"Though it's a bit inappropriate to say this at a time like this, you should also understand that you're not a deity anymore. If you recklessly use higher-order power again, the curse will only deepen further. The pain you'd have to endure then wouldn't be something you can even imagine right now."
With just one look, Lynn had guessed what she was trying to do.
Though they had only had brief contact.
Lynn had more or less figured out her personality. Perhaps in front of others, she was a powerful, independent, wise, and beautiful (his addition~) king with a hint of stubbornness, but beneath the queen's status and strength lay an extremely tender heart.
And from that leap where she disregarded everything, even knowing she might fail, determined to bring her subjects home, one could tell.
She might care more about those loyal to her than anyone else.
Responsibility.
Or rather, it was also a kind of guilt.
And Lynn had actually read about this in his enlightenment book, "The Art of the Harem," when he was very young.
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