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Chapter 4255 3th Company
Chapter 4255 Triple
"You...you really didn't make up this knowledge?"
The rabbit girl was about to speak, but the words froze on her lips.
Because the form of my art is beginning to transform from the edges into specks of drifting light and dust.
She herself seemed to notice the change, looking down at her hands that were gradually becoming transparent.
"So... my time has come."
Her expression was initially confused, but as her figure continued to "transform into light," it gradually turned into a sense of relief.
She looked up and stared directly at the rabbit girl, still speaking in that ethereal voice:
Even now, I still feel in my mind that you are me and I am you.
"It's like a steel stamp on one's mind, impossible to erase."
"...But at the very last moment, I still want to ask you," her voice was as soft as a distant sigh, "Did you ever, for even a moment, feel that I am me, and you are you?"
The light dust dispersed rapidly, her outline becoming increasingly blurred, as if she might merge into the void at any moment. However, there was no fear of annihilation in her eyes, only a pure, almost obsessive expectation.
The rabbit girl stared at her and asked softly, "Is...this important?"
“The imprint of thought in my mind tells me that this is not important.” The voice of “my art” grew increasingly ethereal, yet every word was clear, “but the art I represent tells me that this is important.”
"What art seeks is nothing more than freedom that transcends all constraints."
She paused, then her final words carried a power that pierced the soul:
"And freedom requires an independent soul."
The moment her words fell, her figure dispersed completely like a firefly, transforming into countless swirling and rising points of light, ultimately merging silently into the pale glow at the top of the arena.
She never received an answer.
But after hearing her final, ethereal yet resounding voice, the rabbit girl understood that for her artistic self, whether or not there was an answer was no longer important.
Her yearning for freedom has transcended the deep-rooted imprint of her thoughts.
However, she still softly uttered her answer to this empty art gallery—
"You can be me, or you can be yourself."
……
First layer of space.
Because of the departure of my artistic self, the space suddenly became empty and silent.
"You seem to have some feelings about this?" Angel's voice gently reached her ears.
The rabbit girl did not deny it, and nodded gently: "I never thought that a piece of me that had been separated from me would also yearn for freedom."
Angell: "But she comes from you."
Therefore, the soul that truly yearns for freedom is the bunny girl.
"Whether it's me or her," the rabbit girl said, "as long as one's heart yearns for freedom, one is already an independent soul."
Angel neither agreed nor denied it, but simply said softly, "Looking at it this way, it seems like she has broken through the mental imprint, but in reality, it is you who has broken through the mental imprint..."
It seems that my artistic self has broken through the steel seal of thought.
But in reality, the seed of pursuing freedom and yearning to be seen as an independent soul was deeply rooted in the core of the bunny girl from the very beginning.
The bunny girl didn't say anything more; she just took a deep breath: "While this 'I'm in the ring' is fun, it's time to end it."
For her, as long as she got past the first level...
Then the second, third and so on up to the seventh floor, will not be difficult.
After all, the content tested on each level is the same.
With Angell's help, there is virtually no way to stop them.
With that thought in mind, the rabbit girl did not hesitate and leaped onto the winding staircase leading to the second floor.
As she stepped onto the second platform, a figure identical to her was already standing quietly waiting.
Unlike the slightly ethereal quality of my artistic self, this "she" is dressed in a well-fitting work uniform, stained with a little oil and wood chips. She casually plays with a carving knife that looks extremely precise in her hand, her eyes calm and focused, as if the whole world is a precision instrument waiting to be repaired.
Around her were various tools: chisels, scissors, needles and thread, and an alchemy workbench.
Meanwhile, further away from these props, there are strange mechanisms and beautiful or artistic fabrics hanging on them.
If the first floor is an art gallery, then the second floor is like a private studio.
As the rabbit girl approached, the standing figure slowly raised its eyes.
"The layer of craftsmanship, the self of craftsmanship."
She spoke slowly, her voice flat and without any extra fluctuations.
The name of this floor and her identity were introduced simply and directly.
This is the layer of craftsmanship, and she is a slice made up of all the "craftsmanship" in the rabbit girl, named "The Craftsmanship of Me".
The bunny girl thought she would be banned, but she wasn't.
She hesitated for a moment before asking, "What does 'craftsmanship' mean..."
My craftsmanship philosophy: "Focusing on the skills of material construction and creation. For example, architecture, forging, alchemy, mechanical engineering, tailoring, etc."
She paused.
"As the guardian of the second layer, I know the information of the first layer. The art of the first layer also includes architecture."
"But she pursues architectural art, while I pursue architecture itself."
The rabbit girl expressed her understanding, saying that one was an idealistic expression and the other was a materialistic expression.
"You were able to break through to the level of art so quickly, you must have some special techniques for sudden enlightenment." Craftsman's Me: "You already know the rules, so I won't go into detail. Just remember to try your best to prevent the Light Disaster from erupting, and do whatever else you want."
"Let's begin. Let me see what questions you can ask in the area of 'creation and construction'."
The "I" of craftsmanship and the "I" of art are completely different. She doesn't seem to like expressing herself, nor does she ponder philosophical questions like "Who am I? Where do I come from? Where am I going?" After a brief introduction, she was immediately put to the challenge.
This surprised the rabbit girl, but she thought it was a good thing, as it would save time.
The rabbit girl slowly walked to the side, seemingly deep in thought.
But in reality, he had already made contact with Angel through the rabbit doll at his waist.
This level isn't actually difficult for the rabbit girl. Because she lacks craftsmanship, her foundation in craftsmanship allows her to reach a higher level of integrated enlightenment.
However, even if it wasn't difficult, she didn't intend to force her way through it on her own.
She has "grown up" since she left the Golden Township.
She hid those meaningless stubbornnesses in the Golden Land, and now she is full of practicality!
On the other hand, Angell was also somewhat surprised when he discovered that this layer was the "layer of craftsmanship".
If it were him trying to pass this level, he would probably get stuck here.
Because his specialty is alchemy. And craftsmanship happens to encompass alchemy.
Fortunately, this time it's the rabbit girl who's putting on the test, so it's much simpler...
After a moment, the rabbit girl raised her head and said firmly, "Please tell me, in the process of preparing the 'transmutation mercury agent' of innovative alchemy, what is the third core catalyst material that must be added besides the mercury and sulfur base?"
My dedication to craftsmanship has left me speechless.
She knew the Reformists were the alchemy school that had recently become popular in the Southern Region.
However, she was completely baffled by the reformists' theories and the formulations they excelled at.
Or rather, she knew very little about alchemy, not even the basics.
Despite representing "craftsmanship," the rabbit girl's "craftsmanship" is unfortunately far too low, even lower than that of "art."
So when the rabbit girl asked about alchemy, her inner thoughts were the same as my artistic self's: "Are you sure you didn't make this up?"
The rabbit girl said calmly, "If you can't answer, then I'll begin to state my answer."
After a moment of contemplation, I gently shook my head: "I can't answer that. You give the answer, and the judge will make a fair ruling."
The rabbit girl smiled slyly and said confidently, "The third core catalyst material needed for the transmutation mercury agent is: moonshoe moss powder that has been purified seven times. Its function is very simple: during the 'silverization' stage, it absorbs and stabilizes the dissipated lunar phase energy, preventing the mercury agent lattice from prematurely solidifying and failing due to internal energy conflicts."
"Finally, I would like to add that transmutation mercury was invented by 'Moonlight Silver' Gusilo."
I was completely baffled by the phrase "craftsmanship," and without a doubt, she didn't understand it either.
However, she knew... the referee understood.
She looked up at the "lights" embedded in the ceiling.
After a flash, the lights turned a soft green.
Seeing this, I, the craftsman, understand... the rabbit girl was telling the truth; I lost.
My craftsmanship has vanished.
They disappeared very quickly.
Unlike the "Artistic Self," she didn't dwell on the question of "self." Before disappearing, she whispered to the rabbit girl, "When I was born here, I knew this place didn't belong to me. Standing before these exquisite creations, I still can't feel the weight of 'reality.'"
"They are perfect, yet cold."
"My hands are always yearning to touch something...more real."
"So, I'm standing here, waiting for you to arrive."
"Being able to be defeated by 'realism' is the kind of craftsmanship I pursue."
As the words fell, I, the craftsman, made a graceful exit.
The rabbit girl paused for a moment, then whispered to Angell, "Do you also pursue authenticity?"
Angel replied irritably, "If I were to pursue reality, the doll at your waist wouldn't be a creation of illusion."
"But the illusion doll is real too, isn't it?" the rabbit girl muttered softly.
Angell was taken aback and fell into a long silence.
The rabbit girl didn't notice Angel's tranquility, because she had already climbed the stairs and quickly reached the third floor.
There is still a person on the third floor who looks similar to the rabbit girl.
She was wearing a preppy outfit and a mask over her mouth, sitting in front of a podium.
The background around him contained no physical objects, but was filled with various scripts, scripts from different ethnic groups...
When the bunny girl arrived, she walked out from behind the podium, slowly took off her mask, and revealed her full face.
There were some unusual red lines around her mouth, which looked somewhat like Seto's features.
“I know what you’re thinking. The lines on my lips have nothing to do with Seto,” she said slowly. “They’re a kind of feature that tells others that my weapon is my mouth.”
"This is the layer of Words of Power."
"And I am the power of words."
At first, the rabbit girl thought that "Word Spirit" was like Gabriel, possessing the skill of transforming language into an energy entity; but after some communication—or rather, after the Word Spirit self's self-talk—she understood the meaning of "Word Spirit".
This layer of "language power" refers to dynamic language logic based on the current context.
It can also be understood as all skills related to language and persuasion, such as debate, poetry, contracts, coding, cryptography, and so on.
Anything related to language falls under the category of "the power of words".
I, the author of "Word of Power," am a chatterbox. I rambled on and on, and while the content was full of useful information, it was all irrelevant to my current level. Instead, I was discussing various issues related to language logic.
Moreover, she was very curious about the "rabbit girl," because in her mind, "I am you, and you are me; we should have common topics."
What she lacked was a companion to talk to, and in her eyes, the rabbit girl was that companion.
But what the bunny girl wants to do now is to clear "My Arena" as soon as possible.
Seeing that I, the Word Spirit, kept talking, she took the initiative and said, "I already know the rules of this level, shall we go straight into the challenge?"
I, the Word Spirit, was taken aback and looked at the rabbit girl with a somewhat aggrieved expression: "Can't we talk a little more?"
The rabbit girl's heart softened, and she was about to agree, but then she suddenly remembered that Angel was still waiting for her outside, and she hadn't yet taken on the final challenge, so she immediately hardened her heart again.
“I would love to talk to you here a little longer, but I’m short on time.”
I was taken aback, a hint of grievance flashing in my eyes, but she quickly suppressed it with a rational gaze.
She nodded slightly, her speech still rapid, but with a profound understanding:
“I understand. The variable ‘time’ has been given too much weight in your decision function, which is why the current optimal solution is ‘refuse to communicate’.”
She sighed, but there was no complaint in her sigh; only a sense of helplessness derived from logical deduction. "Although I crave continuous interaction, the core of my logic respects this optimal solution."
"Then let's begin."
Seeing how sensible I was, the rabbit girl felt a little embarrassed.
However, considering the time constraints, she suppressed her desire to communicate and went to the side to talk to Angel.
A moment later, she returned to the Word Spirit Self, lowered her voice, and softly said, "In the wizarding world of the Southern Region, there is a contract with extremely strong binding force, which wizards call 'Luo's Oath.' However, Luo's Oath is just a simplified expression of the full name of this contract. Do you know the full name of Luo's Oath?"
Undoubtedly, this question was still provided by Angell.
This is common knowledge in the Southern Region.
But the rabbit girl just didn't know that.
Or rather, Laplace himself didn't know... because the oath of Losh was a recently updated set of oath rules, while the knowledge of the Southern Regions that Laplace learned from the Wise Ruler was information from earlier years.
The original being was unaware, and naturally, the rabbit girl was also unaware.
Sure enough, as soon as she asked the question, I, the Word Spirit, was plunged into confusion.
Finally, he could only shake his head blankly, his tone dejected: "...I don't know."
The rabbit girl gently comforted her, "There is so much knowledge in this world that we can't possibly know it all."
"The full name of the Rosh is 'The Oath of the Followers Made by 'Rosh' on the Blue Plains,' a master-servant contract. Once you swear the Rosh oath, it means you no longer belong to yourself; your body, mind, and spirit all belong to the contract master."
"This contract is almost entirely biased towards the contract holder. The only constraint on the contract holder is that they cannot kill their followers without sufficient reason."
"Generally speaking, oaths are contracts that are forced upon the losers or those who submit."
As the rabbit girl finished explaining, the ceiling light emitted a soft green glow.
I understand the power of words, and the judge has accepted this answer.
This also means that I lost.
As the Word Power of Me was about to disappear, she looked at the rabbit girl and whispered, "Although we haven't talked for very long, I don't know why, but I just enjoy chatting with you."
The rabbit girl's eyes held a hint of melancholy as she softly said, "I like it too."
The Word Spirit Self smiled broadly: "...That's good."
Then, under the rabbit girl's silent gaze, my Word of Power transformed into specks of starlight, finally merging into the arena and disappearing without a trace...