Chapter 1560: 430 deployments in the situation in the Far East and sharing the body_2

“But because my true body—the one that came out of your body—didn’t grow as fast, to prevent cognitive dissonance and to facilitate the experiments of the Machinists, they, after asking for my consent, sent my soul to another place.”

“Yes, I am now in a state of being dispatched, and the world we are in is also a dispatch destination. This is not my first time arriving at a dispatch destination. In fact, besides my original memory world, this is already the third dispatch destination I have reached.”

Margaret narrated methodically:

“I can still remember quite clearly the experiences in the first two dispatch destinations.”

“The first world was a very primitive world, where everywhere were Super Giant Tree Species and dinosaur species as tall as those trees.

Can you imagine it?

In such a world, a cave dweller civilization actually emerged.

I spent a harsh yet funny time with those primitive people as a cave dweller.”

The harshness was theirs.

The humor was all mine.

It was a very subtle experience—”

At first, I thought I wouldn’t care about their deaths.

Until later.

When my tribe of cave dwellers was attacked by a group of underground monsters.

When real separation by death happened, I found myself crying, not in the dispatch destination, but after coming out of the dispatch pod.

I cried a lot then.

The Machinists all ran over to comfort me, thinking I was scared.

But in fact.

I was just empathizing with those cave dwellers’ plight.

It’s hard to describe in words their dire situation, living was an extremely arduous thing for them, that constant tension for survival could drive anyone insane…”

“The second world was a world without magic.

It was a relatively safe world.

Due to various bizarre technologies and advanced development, people lived very comfortably.

I thought I would experience more time in that world.

But unexpectedly.

I died even earlier—”

“The identity I obtained in the second dispatch destination was that of a low-level company employee, who chose to crazily increase the work intensity, hoping to get out of the predicament quickly.

It did not take a week.

I suddenly died of sudden death.

This result was a heavier blow to me, making me realize two things:

First, the intelligent life in some worlds is really fragile;

Second, not every effort in every world bears fruit, this, Aindor appears much stronger…”

At this point,

Margaret summarized with some emotion:

“Anyway, everything I experienced in the dispatch destinations has become invaluable experiences and insights in my life.”

“The only flaw is that it’s too real, that intense realism can make people lose clarity—I have seen another participant from a different dispatch pod who got lost; it turns out, he’s an old acquaintance of yours.”

Matthew was stunned for a moment, then blurted out:

“177?”

Margaret said with a smile:

“Exactly, that flamboyant crucible house!”

“After experiencing three worlds, he suddenly felt that the worlds of the dispatch destinations are the real worlds, and that our world of Aindor is actually just a game—”

“The dispatch pod is the entrance to the real world.”

“Afterward, he started discussing life and death, games and reality philosophy with me, and it annoyed me so much, but thankfully, the Machinists took him away soon…”

Thinking it over,

177 had also strongly recommended to Matthew to visit the Cyberdragon, claiming there was a very realistic game, probably referring to this type of dispatch device.

The Machinists are truly a group creating miracles.

Could they have actually concocted such a fun thing?

Matthew was itching to try it out.

But what he was more curious about was:

“How does this dispatch pod operate?”

“What rules do the dispatch worlds follow?”

“Can you spontaneously obtain a brand-new body in an already existing world? What about the original owner of that body?”

Margaret shook her head:

“I’m not a Machinist, I’m not clear on the working principle of the dispatch pod, I can only explain my understanding based on the ‘Blue Veil Dream’.”

“But once you experience it yourself, you’ll know it’s not on the same principle as ‘Blue Veil Dream’, it’s a very ingenious creation, truly a miracle.”

“As for the body, it depends on the situation. In some placements, Machinists can create a clone of you across planes, allowing you to have a more authentic experience,”

“In other worlds, you might end up in a body that has just died or lost its soul. In these worlds, you also need to explain your situation to those you were close to before—it’s a rather interesting experience,”

“In some very special placements,”

“Machinists have created bodies that can be shared. These bodies don’t have specific ownership; anyone who uses the dropping pods can obtain temporary rights to them, with the permission of a Machinist.”

“They call them ‘shared bodies.’”

“The one I’m using now is a shared body that Machinists have used for a long time. Of course, I adjusted the appearance and image of these bodies before this drop…

Matthew suddenly realized:

“So, was this world transformed by Cyberdragon?”

Margaret nodded:

“Yes, Blood-Drinking Mountain in this demiplane was constructed under the guidance of Cyberdragon by the Troll Empire.”

“After the collapse of the Troll Empire, Machinists believed they deserved half the ownership of this demiplane, so they wanted to continue developing this world.”

“However, the Troll Prince sealed the entrance to Blood-Drinking Mountain, and Cyberdragon couldn’t find another way in, so they resorted to soul dropping to acquire new identities and bodies in this world, subsequently establishing various bases.”

“The Machinists guided the native creatures of Blood-Drinking Mountain to evolve round after round, based on its original features. They transformed this plane over a span of two thousand years, turning it into what you see now.”

“Blood-Drinking Mountain can be said to be a testing ground for Cyberdragon’s world transformations.”

“In the process, they also gained recognition from this demiplane and established a power structure centered around the Five Guardians.”

“By the way, all of these Five Guardians are shared bodies, typically only accessible to historical Machinists who meet Cyberdragon’s criteria.”

“I’m probably the only exception.”

So, it was modified by Cyberdragon, no wonder many of the world’s rules are so similar to a game…

Matthew got excited.

He knew the crucial part was coming.

Margaret said solemnly:

“I also only recently learned that Cyberdragon is an organization far more ancient than the Alliance, and throughout history, Machinists have been protecting this world in their own way.”

“Cyberdragon has informants all over Aindor; the news of the Elven Sword Saint Tyrese seeking Lost Paradise leaked early, and many people in the south learned of this, each coveting the position of the ancient god.”

“Cyberdragon learned of this news as well. They realized the secluded Blood-Drinking Mountain demiplane, sealed for two thousand years, was about to be opened by these ambitious individuals.”

“The Machinists actually didn’t want this to happen, as this isolated experiment ground took too much of their effort, and in the upcoming catastrophe, this world might be destroyed.”

“But according to the principles of Cyberdragon, they wouldn’t overly interfere in this world; their stance was more observational than interventional.”

“Even in this case, despite many disputes among the Machinists, Cyberdragon ultimately decided to let the situation unfold naturally.”

“Different from the past, however, this incident was happening right on their turf, so they were willing to provide some guidance—”

That is to say.

If the resurgence of the ancient god was inevitable,

then Cyberdragon would prefer to entrust the divine power to more reliable hands…”

Matthew’s eyes lit up:

“Reliable hands, are you talking about me?”

Margaret gave him a look:

“Of course, it’s me!”

“Would you help me become the most powerful ancient god?”

Matthew was stunned for a moment.

Then, he stroked his chin:

“That’s not completely out of the question…”

Margaret burst into laughter:

“Just kidding.”

“How could it be me or anyone else.”

“The one chosen by Cyberdragon can only be you.”

“Matthew of Rolling Stone Town.”

“It’s always been you.”

At this point,

Her expression grew profoundly meaningful:

“You might not know this,”

“Cyberdragon has been watching you.”

“They’ve been doing so since three years ago… maybe even earlier…”

Earlier?

Matthew’s heart suddenly started to beat violently.

Was that before my crossing?

“How is that possible?”

He reflexively retorted.

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