Chapter 113 Epilogue: Sanctuary

"Caretaker/Pope, welcome."

놇In front of the Pope, the glorious core of the sanctuary opened its core, and countless particles 놇twirled in front of him.

A gentle female voice came from it.

Their sanctuary is also the true core of the Holy City.

놇Tens of thousands of meters above the ground, there are no stars or sky to be seen here. There are only walls made of unknown materials and sacred boxes containing information about the perished city-states. It is a world as silent and cold as silence.

Their sanctuary, their cemetery.

‘No. A-71, Level: 7, Destroyed’

‘No. A-91, Level: 7, Destroyed’

"No. A-128, Level 6, Destroyed"

The code name and level of the holy box were engraved on the holy box with a laser. Behind the metal carvings were fallen cities one after another, struggling to carry forward the times. The death of the last note means that they did not survive the struggle.

The Holy Box, which stores the crystallization of the knowledge of an entire city, was recovered after the city's demise and kept in the sanctuary.

Stored in these narrow holy boxes are the embers left after every soul that wants to hit the stars burns out.

땣The recovered sacred boxes have filled nearly half of the hall, and the number of sacred boxes that cannot be recovered due to various accidents is several times the number recorded.

Not all souls can return home.

This is also the most important duty of the Pope, neither to preach nor to expand this structure, but to guard the tomb of this civilization.

There is no longer any need to recycle the Holy Box, or create another Holy Box. The world is gradually dying and stagnating as it sinks.

The pope took off his crown and placed it in front of the core of the sanctuary, watching its structure spinning in front of him, swinging like a living thing.

"Good evening, core."

The Holy City is not a city, but a lot of people happen to gather here, and then they build this city on top of the sanctuary, and develop from generation to generation.

A sanctuary without people, a holy city without people, is it still their holy city?

The Holy City should not be kept as a tombstone.

They gradually learned to manage the city and use precepts to regulate the words and deeds of the residents. With the help of the core of the sanctuary, they obtained some technologies from other routes from the sacred box, and then put those technologies that did not transcend the times into the precepts code. and in classics.

Souls that burn themselves are not afraid of gods, even though they are also priests and members of the church.

Their efforts should also be seen, instead of being buried under 10,000 meters of strata like now.

Each caretaker is careful to prevent the technology possessed by the Holy City from crossing the borders of the fifth-level city and reaching the sixth level.

In this way, the Holy City can never be conscripted and remain as a cemetery forever.

놇Keep everything unchanged in eternity.

The sanctuary is the relic of the original caretakers. It is an eighth-level building. It is peaceful underneath the fifth-level city and has not triggered any coping mechanisms.

Perhaps it was His remaining mercy that allowed them to preserve everything they had, at least...

It is the home of all wandering souls.

"I only saw it in your records. I didn't expect it to be like this... and I didn't expect it to be me..."

The old pope leaned against the wall, and the coldness made people feel at ease. When he was immersed in this chill, his brain was clearer than ever before.

As the caretaker, he can freely access all the information stored in the sacred box.

The arrival of each batch of these outsiders is the peak period of production of the holy box.

"The core of the Skitarii has been produced...According to the algorithm, the probability of hatching Jida being activated during your term is 10%, which is a very high probability."

놇I have completed the notice when you take office.

The loyalty of human beings is not reliable, as are greed and desire. Only half-soul and half-mechanical creations are always loyal to their command. Keep watch over the sanctuary forever, from one 껜 year to the next.

It's not necessarily a human being underneath the Skitarii's armor.

Sanctuary Core continues the statement.

"Your remaining life span is between 2굛 years and 2굛5 years. According to the calculation, the suitable date for ruling/working is only 굛years."

"Is it still so..." The old pope smiled: "You were so anxious to ask me to choose one of the heirs you provided. I thought you would think that I was about to return to the sanctuary."

It is the prerogative of the popes that their ashes after death may be kept in the sanctuary as a reward for their contribution to the care of the eternal light.

"The opening of the incubation season represents the intensification of instability/entropy, and the sanctuary initiates protective measures for risks/uncertainties that may be faced in the future."

The core of the sanctuary was still cold and responded based on logical reasoning.

"Your remaining working time is 굛years. Handing over to the next caretaker may cause inconsistency/chaos and lead to accidents. According to the calculation, you should hand over power before the arrival of the first outsider. This will allow stability to continue. The probability is 99%, with an increase of 꿤50%.”

This is reasonable planning.

Someone had to guard the sanctuary.

The old pope leaned against the wall, said nothing, and did not respond to the core of the sanctuary.

The highest calculation probability of the core of the sanctuary is 99%, and the remaining 1%.

The producer writes 극 in its underlying logic.

‘The world only gives us 99% of the possibilities, and the remaining 1% is left to fate and the unknown. ’

Therefore, it has never been able to calculate everything, and it has never been able to calculate everything.

The Pope was a little tired. He wanted to take a good rest. Reorganizing the political situation had consumed too much energy.

The people in the list of successors provided by the core of the sanctuary are all too young. One wants to leave, one is in a period of confusion, and the rest are far behind them.

When he was six years old, he became pope...and became a caretaker.

Let a child who has not yet reached the age of 꺘굛, or even a child who has just reached the age of eight, inherit this responsibility...

Once crowned Pope, he will be bound by the duties of a caretaker for life.

The Pope still remembered the first time he saw Alicia. She was sitting in the center of the orphanage, and the clear blue sky could be seen through the broken dome.

He asked, what are you looking at?

She said, Look at the flying birds on the sky.

The old pope's eyes fell on the grids along the wall where the holy boxes were stored. Some grids did not have holy boxes, but their numbers and levels were left. These were the remaining echoes in the world left in these cities.

'A-21, level 8, arrived, unknown'

'A-371, level 8, arrived, unknown'

Let's let a bad old man like him do things like guarding the cemetery for the time being.

He still has 굛years, maybe two 굛years.

놇While he is still alive, the children can grow up and mature under his protection.

The core of the sanctuary looked at the tired old man, rotated, opened its core, and focused the light of warmth and sunshine on the caretaker. The pope felt that the chill in his body was instantly dispelled, and his whole body felt as comfortable as being immersed in warm water. .

Then he said to the Pope.

"There must be no replacement of caretakers between hatching seasons. There must be one person/two replacements who can continue to work for more than 150 years."

"I must remind you that any system will continue to accumulate errors/losses over time. When the risk value exceeds expectations, I will activate emergency response procedures."

He did not answer the core of the sanctuary, but just stared at the flickering light in the core of the sanctuary, and the amorphous fragments in it were vaguely visible.

"god..."

Sanctuary Core responded.

"Imitation/extraction reconstruction, false creation."

"Does the goddess of light really exist?"

The Pope asked this question once. He couldn't remember how many times he had asked this question before. Between them, this question was more like a greeting when they met every day.

"I cannot answer your question about the existence of the Goddess of Light/Transcendental Structure. My creator left no information about this, and searching all the Sacred Boxes cannot prove it."

The core of the sanctuary still responded to him.

The core of the sanctuary reconstructs the structure into a condenser, allowing the light to cover the old man as much as possible, so that his spirit can be soothed and relaxed.

"Don't be like this. You should be able to detect my physical condition. I'm not that bad yet."

The pope smiled and waved his hand to it.

"This effectively boosts your mental state."

The core gives his own answer.

The old pope looked at the pale white glow.

He sometimes thought that if the goddess of light really existed, the gods might be emitting such brilliance.

Very warm.

"So, the people who made you...they succeeded after all, right?"

There was a long silence.

The old pope had become accustomed to the silence of the core of the sanctuary towards him, which meant that it could not answer him. He changed the topic and expressed his gratitude to this machine that had been in operation for tens of thousands of years.

"Symbiosis plan, thank you."

he said.

"This is what I should do. My underlying instructions tell me to base everything on the caretaker. I can't understand. Our responsibility is to guard the sanctuary. Why should we do these unnecessary things?"

This also increases risk.

To survive or to move forward.

The core of the sanctuary spins to express its confusion.

The Pope did not answer the core question of the Sanctuary. He was just fulfilling his duties as the Pope. They would not watch the world under their control corrupt.

This isn't the first time, nor will it be the last, as it has been done before.

Errors will accumulate, the church will collapse, and there will be no point in having a sanctuary.

Should we survive or move forward...

He wanted to have both.

"I've done all the preliminary work... Then we'll see what they do..."

The core of the sanctuary was spinning, proving that it was already working.

"According to all the information provided by the Sacred Box, for those who have lost their faith/땣꺆, He will downgrade the target/disqualification, and then raise the secondary ruler to a 덿 body. The goal of this project is to eliminate those who have no 땣꺆 for 깊 /Wrong people, but sub-rulers must prove their 땣꺆꺳땣 to gain promotion.”

"The inert/extinguished part of civilization is universal. We only need to accurately judge and introduce the inert/extinguished part to ensure the success of the plan."

"complete."

"Sanctuary, is this comfort?"

The old man smiled and continued without waiting for Sanctuary Core's reply.

"I'm a little tired, Sanctuary, let me sleep for a while without waking me up."

As the old man fell asleep leaning on the edge of the wall, only the sound of the core's rotation and the old man's breathing echoed in the empty hall.

I have completed the path I should take, I will keep the path I should keep, and I will promise the golden dawn to future generations.