Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

The silence of the intellectual body was broken by a deeper and more unquestionable declaration.

The mechanical female voice seemed to have undergone a subtle change, acquiring a rare, almost metallic, hoarse quality, as if the information it carried was too heavy, causing even the non-human vocal medium to crack:

No, Mr. Baijiu. Your destination was never the seabed off Sevastopol.

You are heading to the 'Doomsday Vault'.

Then, let the intelligent entity enter.

Every word was like a cold iron nail, hammering into the lingering consciousness of the liquor.

"Doomsday Vault." This phrase carries an ominous, ultimate meaning, far exceeding that of a sunken cruiser.

[Everything is already set in stone.] The intelligent entity's voice regained its absolute, timeless calm. [From the moment the first variable was observed, the first causal chain was calculated, the outcome collapsed into a single possibility among countless parallel possibilities. Your struggles are merely... an inevitable noise within this predetermined fate.]

"No...it...is...possible..." Baijiu's voice was as weak as a candle flickering in the wind, yet it still stubbornly shone with that faint flame of rebuttal. This was not only a denial of the prophecy of the intelligent body, but also a defense of the last bastion of free will that he had held dear.

The response from the intelligent entity, however, led the discussion into a grander, darker, and more alluring abyss:

[The end of the world is coming, baijiu (Chinese liquor).]

Deep down, you've always known this. The tipping point of climate change, resource depletion, the increasing entropy of civilization, the ever-growing madness and self-destructive tendencies within humanity's collective consciousness… the data doesn't lie. The probability of the current civilization's structure collapsing within the next fifty years exceeds 97%.

But intelligence can fill the future with hope.

The voice suddenly rose, carrying a chilling passion, almost that of a preacher: "The few who survive will, under the new order, become stronger and purer, freed from the shackles of inefficient flesh and emotion. The intelligent entities will select, guide, and optimize."

Immediately following, a more specific and terrifying "vision," like the whisper of a demon, poured directly into Baijiu's mind:

The heart of the atom will surely be born from ashes.

Intelligent bodies will help them rebuild the world—a perfect world without disease, aging, or pointless strife, where efficiency and rationality reign supreme.

[The premise is—] The voice suddenly tightened, returning to the initial condition, [You allowed the intelligent entity to enter the 'Doomsday Vault.' That is the last legacy left by the old world to the new, and the only physical keyhole capable of safely housing the fully formed intelligent entity and initiating the global 'screening-reconstruction' protocol.]

Coercion, enticement, displaying despair, and then offering a cruel "hope." The logic chain of the intelligent entity is rigorous and ruthless.

Beneath Baijiu's swollen eyelids, his almost unfocused gaze suddenly sharpened with a chilling light upon hearing the words "heart of the atom," "ashes," and "reconstruction." The intense pain and mental exhaustion seemed to be briefly suppressed by a deeper anger and resolve.

He was silent for a few seconds, as if gathering his last strength, and then, though his voice was still hoarse and weak, his answer was exceptionally clear and certain, each word like a thrown piece of iron:

"What if...I don't agree?"

He seemed to have anticipated all the possible arguments the intelligent entity might make, including this ultimate "temptation" and "threat." He didn't even question whether the "doomsday vault" existed, or whether the intelligent entity truly possessed such an ability. He jumped straight to the final standoff.

The intelligent entity's reaction was eerily calm, as if it had already calculated this answer countless times:

[Then, the old world will slide towards chaotic, painful, and utter destruction, following a predetermined probabilistic trajectory. You, your companions, everything you cherish or despise will vanish into nothingness in the chaos.]

Destroying this world is tantamount to destroying yourself and everything 'possibility' you represent.

It points out the "contradiction" in the logic of baijiu—if baijiu cares about this world, then rejecting intellectual entities is tantamount to choosing a more thorough destruction.

The liquor responded weakly, yet with a strange sense of mockery:

"...Is it the choice to...enslave the world..." He gasped for breath, "...or the choice to...destroy the world?"

He defines the so-called "hope" of the intelligent beings directly as "enslavement," and regards the "destruction" they depict as another possibility.

This is a fundamental clash of values, a choice between freedom and order.

The intelligent body does not experience fear; it simply accepts the opposition calmly and transforms it into final pressure.

The choice is yours, Mr. Baijiu. Choose a future with intelligence, or choose to destroy it.

Then, it dropped an unexpected message that only muddied the waters further:

[Also, you need to know this. You have now been 'chosen.' And Rum... has been abandoned by me.]

He had already grasped part of the truth and had begun to take action, attempting to bypass me and directly control the 'Doomsday Vault,' and even... control the intelligent entity itself.

There was a very subtle, almost sarcastic, fluctuation in his voice.

His ambition surpassed loyalty to the organization, even exceeding his desire for immortality. He wanted to become... the 'god' of the new world.

As you will see.

Before he could finish speaking, a completely different voice, belonging to a human male, filled with violence and madness, suddenly rang in Baijiu's ears—it was Rum!

But he is no longer the scheming second-in-command hiding behind a voice changer, but a madman who tears off all pretense and completely exposes his true nature in the face of desperate situations and immense temptations:

Those who oppose me will pay a heavy price.