Honkai: Strijder

Chapter 41

“Cough! So, let’s continue. According to what you said, Otto has indeed set his sights on you. What theory does he want you to verify?” Welt cleared his throat and resumed the previous discussion.

He didn’t know what Einstein and Sigurd had secretly communicated, but he trusted Einstein and had no intention of pursuing it further.

“The Information-Origin Theory was originally proposed by me as a bargaining chip to deal with Otto. This is the current theoretical outcome, and you can take a look at it. Especially Dr. Tesla and Dr. Einstein, both pillars of the scientific community, I hope to learn from your insights.”

Polite words, in reality, were meant for Tesla and Einstein to see.

As for the others, including Welt himself, what could ordinary mortals understand from it?

Several drones revealed their true forms and projected virtual screens in front of everyone.

Tesla crossed his arms and smiled confidently, saying, “You’ve come to the right person for scientific matters. Let me enlighten you, I guarantee that you’ll... Wait, what is this? You want to analyze the essence of the soul and everything in the world from an informational perspective? Isn’t this completely different from the current mathematical foundations of the scientific community? Your ambition is too grand!”

Tesla swiped his hand on the screen, then looked at Sigurd with an incredulous expression.

Einstein sighed and commented, “It’s far-fetched, bordering on the absurd. Most scientists would consider this as a populist marketing article.”

“So, do you have any suggestions?” Sigurd asked.

Tesla scratched his head, furrowed his brows in thought, and said, “I feel like there’s potential, but it’s too far removed from my field!”

However, Einstein shook her head and looked at Sigurd with a serious gaze, saying, “The theory was proposed by you, and even the basic research methodology is a blank slate. Outsiders can’t help, only you know how to prove and develop it. I believe that’s why Otto has allowed you to pursue it. Just as he was able to research artificial Stigmata but couldn’t create robots comparable to the Titans, this is not his domain.”

“It’s expected, but still a disappointing response,” Sigurd said with lowered eyebrows and an indifferent tone.

Tesla pounded the table with a fierce momentum and said, “Are you questioning this genius? If you have the guts, ask me about machinery and electricity, and this genius will easily handle it!”

“Machinery and electricity... How would you build a Dyson Sphere?” Sigurd asked.

“Huh? Are you joking with me?”

“Sorry, you were too confident, so I couldn’t resist making a little joke.”

The Dyson Sphere was a paradoxical concept. In theory, it could provide humanity with nearly infinite energy, but the required materials were almost impossible to gather. Moreover, if the necessary technologies were achieved, it seemed unnecessary to build such a spectacle.

In a world filled with Honkai energy, the Dyson Sphere became even more insignificant because there was infinite Honkai energy in the imaginary space, far surpassing the energy produced by a mere star.

“What’s wrong, curly-haired one?”

“Trust Welt,” Einstein simply said.

Upon hearing this, Tesla turned to Welt and met a pair of eyes full of warm smiles.

In the face of Welt’s gentle expression, Tesla’s momentum dissipated.

After hesitating for a moment, the red haired girl silently sat back down.

“So, what do you think? Are you willing to join us, Sigurd?” Welt repeated his invitation.

Sigurd leaned back, narrowed his eyes, and gazed at Welt. From an outsider’s perspective, inviting a potential unknown figure to become part of the organization’s high-ranking members was undoubtedly foolish.

But as the invitee, Sigurd had to admit that it made him feel special, appreciated, acknowledged, and valued.

In ancient times, this would have been a scenario where a warrior would die for a confidant.

Most importantly, based on character and their current interactions, Welt didn’t seem to be pretending or trying to win people over but rather was genuine.

It was the kind of charm that made people willingly want to follow him—a charm that both the original Welt and the current Welt Yang possessed.

“If you die someday, can I inherit your Core of Reason?” Sigurd asked, his persistence evident.

“...Are you that persistent?” Welt’s smile twitched at the corner of his mouth.

Sigurd responded indifferently, “I believe its abilities suit me well.”

“That requires observation and testing. I can’t make a hasty decision. What I can promise is that when the time comes and I believe you are suitable, I will give you the Core.”

If someone else said such things, Sigurd would have felt that they were just paying lip service.

But with Welt’s words... Sigurd held his hand.

“Then, please guide me well, Lord of Anti-Entropy.”

“Just call me Welt, or like my friends, call me Yang. Anyway, thank you for joining us. Welcome, Sigurd.”