From Terra to Terra, the Star Emperor's Holiday

The dead soul broke free from Si Ye's restraints and rushed towards the armor fragments left by the fire starter on the ground at a rapid speed. Although the armor had been broken into pieces, under the magical infection of the dead soul, it was barely pieced back to normal.

“Is that… all?”

Frémont looked at the soul furnace that was glowing with a blue-purple glow, and then looked at the dead souls in the distance who were still piecing together armor fragments. He finally understood why Niezrei and Dukare admired Si Ye so much.

"For now, I've put some psychic energy into the furnace. It should last about half a year. During this time, you should try to make a source stone furnace or some other special furnace. In any case, don't try this monkey version of the demon engine. If you really can't do it, I'll provide you with help."

Si Ye is not the Sarkaz's nanny. With the assistance he provided before, the Sarkaz should also be able to try to launch a charge towards cutting-edge technology.

"...Your Majesty, can we make an Originium furnace?"

The Sarkaz made their own Originium furnace. Fremont's expression froze. He was a scholar, not an engineer. If the Sarkaz had an engineering talent who could make an Originium furnace, they would not have created something like the Soul Furnace.

"The former Tower of Babel, now the Rhodes Island Engineering Department... I think it's called Klothir, she seems to know something about this. Plus, there are a lot of Sarkaz returning from working outside... Maybe we can give it a try!"

As she thought about it, Theresa's face showed joy. It turned out that the Sarkaz could also try to touch the cutting-edge technology of these Terra countries.

Theresa then looked ashamed. As a demon king, she did not know the actual industrial level of Kazdel in real time. If the construction of the power reactor had started earlier, the dead souls in the soul furnace could have been freed from torture earlier, and Kazdel's development speed could have been faster.

"I'm sorry, Ancient One. If we had started building the Originium furnace earlier, you would have been freed sooner."

The dead souls that had barely gathered into a human form came over and were beaten by Si Ye. It seemed that the eyes of these dead souls became clear.

Facing Theresa's apology, they looked at Theresa, then looked at Si Ye beside Theresa, and said politely:

"You are the Demon King today. You don't need to apologize to us ancient ghosts. From the day we entered the furnace, we accepted the fate of burning to ashes. Being able to escape now is actually a pleasant surprise."

"..."

Frémont looked at these dead souls whose mouths suddenly became clean, and he only regretted that he had not slapped them hard twice.

"That's not bad. I don't have to prepare the appeasement ceremony anymore."

"Hmph~ 'Sarkaz swearing'"

The dead soul glanced at Fremont and suddenly started cursing again. Beneath his broken helmet, there was a fire of emotion that had nowhere to vent.

After all, the dead soul didn't dare to speak harshly to Si Ye anymore, and he didn't dare to scold Theresa, who seemed to have a special relationship with Si Ye. He could only vent his emotions on Frémont, the easiest to bully.

"Old antique, you f*ck!"

Fremont looked like he was ready to roll up his sleeves and fight the dead soul to the death. When the dead soul was in the furnace, he was afraid of damaging the furnace and couldn't use his full strength. Now that it came out, he couldn't bear such humiliation.

"Everyone calm down... There's no point in fighting pointlessly."

Theresa could only act as a peacemaker, helplessly trying to stop the conflict between the dead souls and the Lich Lord.

"The Dead Souls' Royal Court has long been abandoned. It's better to make arrangements with the Ancient Ones first."

"station?"

Frémont, who was glaring with a beard, suddenly rolled his eyes, the anger on his face disappeared, and instead there was a wicked smile.

"Your Majesty, dead souls can manipulate inanimate objects..."

Looking back at the history of the Sarkaz, dead souls were usually assigned to operate weapons such as artillery. After all, with the dead souls providing energy, even without shells, the dead souls could still activate the artillery. However, Frémont's tone was suggestive...

Theresa was puzzled at first, then her eyes suddenly widened, and the way she looked at the dead souls changed, from the original polite respect to a sudden change to an abnormal respectful fanaticism.

"Ancient Ones, can you drive an excavator?"

"???"

The dead soul didn't understand what Theresa meant, but driving equipment was the job of the dead souls in the royal court for generations, so he nodded subconsciously.

"Great! Those idle engineering equipment can finally be put to use."

The Sarkaz have never been able to gather enough manpower to operate all the engineering equipment that Siye provided in excess.

After all, those large machines are not just for moving bricks. Improper operation can actually cause loss of life. Therefore, even if the Lich returns and opens a school, there are still a large number of machines without qualified users.

But it is different when dead souls operate equipment. Even if the old antiques don't understand, once they possess the equipment, the equipment's functions will be like their hands and feet. The possibility of error is greatly reduced, and they can even perform beyond their normal capabilities.

"What 2K era machine soul?"

Si Ye couldn't help but complain, but he had to say that the appearance of the Dead Souls did solve the problem of insufficient engineering equipment drivers in Kazdel.

As for the legends of ghost construction sites that have been circulating for who knows when, such as the wheelbarrows that can jump by themselves, the electric drills that have their own ideas, and even the unmanned excavators and tractors that can do some street dance when they are working, these are stories for later.

Everyone walked out of the core where the Soul Furnace was located. Si Ye looked around and found that the Shapeshifter Lord had run away, leaving only Neve kicking the wall bricks boredly.

"Fremont, I'll leave the task of arranging accommodations for the dead souls to you. I have something else to do with Theresa."

Si Ye still remembered the incident with the Black Crown, so he randomly assigned a task to Frémont and pulled Theresa away with a confused look on her face.

"what?"

Before Fremont could call out to Si Ye and Theresa who were running away quickly, an idea suddenly came to his clever mind.

"Neve, I still need to review Ermengarde's academic performance. Why don't you lead these old... um... ancient dead souls around the city and help them find accommodations?"

"Me?"

Neve looked at the dead soul wrapped in the broken armor with curiosity. She had followed the Shapeshifter Lord into the Soul Core before, but because Fremont and the Soul Core had a quarrel later, she was kicked out.

"Okay, I'll complete this task!"

"It won't be a problem."

Looking at the dead souls and Neve who left like a grandfather and grandson, Fremont always felt a chill on his spine and an indescribable sense of horror, but he really couldn't get along with those old stubborn people among the dead souls, so he could only give up.

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Chapter 158 Internalizing the Universe

"Si Ye, it's still daylight..."

Pulling Theresa back to her bedroom, Theresa looked at the setting sun shining into the bedroom, thinking that Si Ye wanted to do something, and looked a little shy.

"I'll make it dark right away... ahem, no, there's something else going on."

Just when Si Ye was about to pull up the collapse paradigm to distort the sunlight, he realized that he had something else to do with Theresa. Alas, it must be that the thoughts accumulated by the dead souls for thousands of years, like the alcohol, disturbed his mind. Alcohol and sex are misleading. From today on, I will quit drinking!

"Really? I thought the great Lord Si Ye was tired of me."

Theresa's eyes were cunning, and she looked at the extra pendant on Si Ye's neck in a tone that she had learned from some storybook.

"..."

Words are usually powerless to deal with such remarks, so Si Ye decided to take action directly and made a gesture as if to unbutton his shirt.

"No, no, I'm just kidding. Let's talk about business first, and we can talk about other things tonight..."

Theresa quickly held Si Ye's hand. She was a wise and powerful demon king, how could she be obsessed with men? She would talk about business first.

After a while of playing around, the two stood on the balcony of the Demon King's bedroom facing the setting sun.

"Has Kal'tsit told you, Theresa, about the origins of the Black Crown?"

When Theresa heard Si Ye mention the Black Crown, she took the initiative to show it. The crown made of broken crystals was suspended between the two sharp corners, and black and red light and shadow flowed on the surface of the black crown.

"...No, but I can guess that this crown is probably related to the Doctor and his former compatriots. Is that right?"

The plot of Tower of Babel was turned upside down by Si Ye. Without the plot of Theresa erasing the Doctor's memory, Theresa naturally had no way to learn about the existence of the previous civilization. She could only make inferences based on fragments of past words and the memories of the demon kings in Black Crown.

"Indeed, the Black Crown is a crucial component of the Originium Project. If we want to free the Terra continent from the constraints of Originium, the Black Crown is indispensable."

Si Ye explained to Theresa that the Black Crown was indispensable if the previous civilization wanted to decompress the fully developed internalized universe.

"So... is it necessary now? If possible, please give me some time. The Black Crown connects all the Sarkaz through the souls. If we lose the Black Crown rashly, I'm afraid everyone will panic."

Theresa had no intention of giving up the Black Crown, even though holding the Black Crown could bring her all kinds of magical powers. But with Si Ye's assistance, the Sarkaz no longer needed to rely on the Black Crown to unite.

However, Theresa was still worried that hastily disconnecting the Black Crown would cause the Sarkaz to panic, so she hoped Si Ye could give her more time to prepare.

"I'm so sad, Theresa. You're speaking so politely about our relationship. Do you think I would harm the interests of the Sarkaz just to cooperate with the Doctor? Strictly speaking, you are my exclusive subordinates."

With his psychic powers, Si Ye's grief-stricken emotions were performed perfectly, causing Theresa, who was able to sense emotions, to panic.

"No, I didn't mean that."

"Really? I don't believe it, unless..."

Si Ye's subsequent words made Theresa feel embarrassed and annoyed. She hit him as if she had no way to deal with Si Ye, with an expression that said, "Whatever you say is what I do."

"Haha, it's a deal then. I just got some inspiration from the Dead Souls regarding the Black Crown. Theresa, you should be able to sense the locations of the Sakaz souls within the Originium."

"Um…"

If the rage spreading in the hearts of the Sarkaz was nothing more than the mumbling of the Sarkaz souls, then the Demon King who directly held the Black Crown would be able to hear the Sarkaz souls cursing around him 24 hours a day, 360 degrees. If the Demon King's will was not strong enough, it would only be a matter of time before he became crazy.

"When I first put on the Black Crown, I had nightmares every day because of the wailing of the souls. But after getting used to it, I didn't think it was a big deal anymore."

I can only say that Theresa and Theresis are truly the tough guys sent from heaven by the Sarkaz. As Sarkaz who are not of royal blood, they were able to grow up to become the six heroes of the Sarkaz. Both brothers and sisters are qualified to wear the crown. It really shows that talent and sweat are both indispensable.

"I plan to use the souls of the Sarkaz as a carrier and the fragments of their thoughts as materials to reshape a new crown for the Sarkaz. This way, the Black Crown can be returned to the Doctor, and the Sarkaz won't have to worry about the loss of their connection and falling into panic."

Si Ye told his plan. The Sarkaz, or Tikaz, this native race of the Terra continent is unique compared to other small animals. There seems to be a power flowing in their blood that can connect them together. Through the shaping of psychic energy, the Sarkaz souls accumulated over millions of years can be formed into a server, which can perfectly replace the Black Crown.

Moreover, the crown forged by the ancestors of the Sarkaz should be more orthodox than the one from the previous civilization.

"Can... can you do that?"

Theresa knew that Si Ye had great powers, but every action of Si Ye would refresh the limit of her cognition.

"Sure, I'll try to connect to the Black Crown first. Please cooperate with me."

Si Ye reached out and hugged Theresa into his arms. Taking advantage of the height difference, he pinched the edge of the black crown while Theresa screamed.

The material of the black crown is not metal. It feels rough and a little warm to the touch. The spiritual energy slowly surrounds the black crown along Si Ye's fingers. The gray wind in the cuff climbs up along his arm and sends out a branch to touch the black crown.

"Well…"

Theresa felt as if her brain was electrified, but soon she felt a pulling sensation, and her thoughts suddenly sank to somewhere unknown.

[Abnormal signal access…firewall…firewall closed…guest identity granted…]

[…Warning…Sizzle…Welcome…]

Even though the previous civilization may have used some technology that the Star Sea Empire did not have to mince the Originium, it ultimately did not escape the scope of technological creation. With Gray Wind's hard cracking and Si Ye's psychic power, the Black Crown quickly turned into Si Ye's shape.

Si Ye's psychic vision revealed a brand new world, like a reflection in a mirror, full of bizarre lights and wonders. The microcosm was evolving based on the thoughts devoured by the Originium. Only a thinking body that was powerful enough could roam in this space.