Xyrin Empire
Chapter 330 - Chapter 330 Chapter 330 Viscas Anomaly

Chapter 330: Chapter 330: Visca’s Anomaly Chapter 330: Chapter 330: Visca’s Anomaly I looked at Visca with surprise, wondering why she would suddenly offer a suggestion, and was astonished. She only winked at me, revealing an expression as puzzled as mine, “I don’t know why, but I just feel it might be useful.”

“Alright, Sivis, do as suggested.”

“Yes, sir,” Sivis complied, and three seconds later began reporting the data he had retrieved, “Report, sir, a total of twelve thousand four hundred and eighty-eight star systems with a seventy percent shape match have been found, including four thousand two hundred constant star systems… coordinate adjustment in progress… the observational reference plane is set to Earth’s ecliptic plane, and one hundred thirty-one star systems remain after requirements, with brightness correction and synchronous observation adjustments, the observable level is set to humanity’s highest technological level… no corresponding data, reporting, sir, on the current human space observation level, these constellations are invisible or unrecognizable.”

Although most of what he said sounded like gibberish to me, at least the last sentence was within my range of understanding, which is to say, using Earth’s ecliptic plane as a standard, these constellations do exist in the universe, but human technology cannot yet observe them?

“Relax the criteria, set the observation level to Xyrin Technology.”

“Yes, sir… observation level set to Xyrin Technology, one hundred twenty-seven observable star systems remain, now filtering the closest matches, eleven results found, sir, do you wish to share this data?”

“Of course.”

I replied, and then I suddenly felt a vast amount of knowledge appear in my mind, all about those eleven constellations, including their positions, member stars, brightness levels, and formation times, among other things.

Overall, it was a bunch of professional jargon that I couldn’t understand, describing a bunch of professional knowledge that I couldn’t possibly grasp, trying to make me understand some weird stuff that was simply beyond me…

To be honest, at this point, I was starting to regret having Sivis share the data with me–wasn’t I just making it tough for myself? What if she asked me for instructions after having reviewed the data? This seemingly diligent and beautiful sister hadn’t skimped on this, could I really admit, without a shred of shame, that, despite serious consideration and diligent reading, flipping through the data over and over, I was still utterly clueless?

Why did I say ‘again’?

But this time, I was lucky; before Sivis could ask for my next instruction, Visca made a move. She lowered her head slightly and began walking around the edge of the hexagram, her expression showing thoughtfulness, as if she was comparing the eleven constellations etched on the hexagram with the information in her mind. After circling twice, she suddenly stopped, then leaned down and placed her right hand on a constellation resembling a trident.

“Naesaick… Kaisosci…”

It was still that bizarre pronunciation that no one could understand, but Visca, like a little wizard, muttering words that surely had nothing to do with science, pressed her hand on the golden constellation pattern. I even began to wonder if this girl was planning to betray the science camp and embrace the arms of mysticism–was there such a thing as Xyrin Apostles washing talents away?

After all, at this point, the idiot Alaya couldn’t even pilot a single soldier fighter jet, so it seemed Xyrin talents were non-transferable.

However, I wasn’t too surprised that Visca knew about these strange things. Due to cruel twists of fate, this pitiable sister had experienced things far more complex and bizarre than any of us. She had even lived in the Abyss Camp for tens of thousands of years. Although Visca always spoke vaguely about that time, I wouldn’t be surprised at all if she had acquired some odd knowledge during that period.

Visca was still whispering something under her breath. At first, nothing changed, but as her speech sped up, I noticed the constellation pattern on the hexagram was gradually getting brighter!

However, just when I thought a flashy sign with “XX Teleportation Gate” or a white-bearded old man planning to grant me tens of thousands of years of power would miraculously appear in front of me, the whole hexagram pattern suddenly extinguished, even the few points of silver light that were initially roaming on it disappeared without a trace.

“What happened?”

I asked, surprised.

Visca pressed her lips together, clearly reluctant as she said, “This transmission device is single-use, and after it’s been used, even the destination coordinates saved inside are deleted.”

Does that mean Artemis has completely disappeared from our enemy radar?

Sandora looked at the dimmed Hexagram Array, curious, and asked, “Visca, did you just use magic?”

“No,” Visca slowly shook her head, her red cat-like eyes filled with a sense of confusion no less intense than mine, “I don’t know what that was, nor do I know when I acquired this ability… It’s like it has always existed in my memory, even a long time ago. The Pandora series of bodies aren’t supposed to have this kind of ability… Um, I can’t remember…”

As Visca spoke, her small brows furrowed tightly, displaying the effort of trying to remember, but clearly, memory isn’t like the bicep muscles; you can’t just flex it and expect it to pop into place–although, would Visca have bicep muscles to flex in the first place? In fact, whether Xyrin Apostles have any kind of muscular system powering their bodies is quite the mystery itself, isn’t it?

Indeed, I’m getting off track.

“Stop thinking about it if you can’t remember.”

Seeing Visca with a look of deep contemplation yet getting nowhere, appearing so anxious as if she was about to cry, I patted her little head gently, telling her not to torment what was already an unstable train of thought–thanks to past bouts of insanity, her memory has always been quite chaotic. I reckon she must be the first Xyrin Apostle in history with a tendency to forget things.

“Big brother, I’m sorry.”

Visca pouted, apologizing with an aggrieved look on her face–hold on, is there really a need to apologize?

“Sandora, would a single-use transmission device really not leave any trace after being used?”

Of course, I hope that our mission wouldn’t end in such an anticlimactic way. Having gone to great lengths to uproot Olympus entirely, only to let the most suspicious individual escape at the last moment, I suspect this ignominious history would delight a certain pernicious Prophet for decades to come, so this absolutely must not happen!!!

Sadly, even someone as learned as the legitimate Emperor Sandora could only shake her head at this moment: “This device obviously has an auto-zeroing function. If even the coordinates within are erased, then there’s no way to track it. Based on the residual energy emitted by Visca, it’s possible that Artemis is hiding in any corner of the Earth… wait, I remember something.”

Sandora, struck by a recollection of an important matter, made a gesture of tapping her lowered chin with her index finger, a habit when she was deep in thought: “Do you remember what Zeus said: ‘…Only one person will qualify to enter the Divine Realm…'”

“Divine Realm?” I repeated, puzzled, before realization washed over me: “You mean, the destination of this transmission array could very well be what Olympus refers to as the ‘Divine Realm’? When they claimed they’d unveiled the Great Temple’s ultimate secret, could it mean they finally found how to activate this transmission device?”

“No, it shouldn’t be that,” Sandora shook her head, bending down to touch the Hexagram on the ground, “Based on the analysis of radioactive substances, this device couldn’t have been made more than a year ago, and this entire hall is obviously man-made. No one would not understand something they’ve made themselves, right?”

Sandora looked up, “That means they didn’t unveil the secret to activating the space transmission device because they have known how to make such devices for a long time. What they found must’ve been the coordinates of this so-called Divine Realm, or alternatively, the opening code for the ‘Divine Realm’, since it’s likely another piece of Xyrin Relics… mm, it might even be an Xyrin city from the Ancient Era left on Earth…”

“If Artemis really got hold of an Xyrin city…”

“It’d be almost as dangerous as if Hitler were a transmigrator.”

“…That’s really bad…”

“Let me think.” Sandora rested her index finger against her chin, a serious look of contemplation on her face, while next to me, the bored Pandora began to beep again… Is this kind of complex cerebral activity really beyond this little dummy who only knows how to fight?

But just when even Sandora seemed unsure of how to proceed, Visca suddenly broke the Silence, “I think… I know the pattern of this transmission device.”

Noticing our inquiring gazes, Visca immediately waved her hand, “I’m not completely sure, but I seem to vaguely recall something similar to this transmission device from my memory, Olympus must have modeled it after that thing… Uh, Sivis, can you do a time retrospection? I would like a star map from the Earth’s ecliptic plane from 770,000 years ago.”

“Understood,” Sivis from the base responded, and in less than three minutes, Visca got the projected star map she requested, which included detailed information about all celestial bodies observable from the entire Earth’s ecliptic plane. It even contained the movements of each star system over the next several hundred thousand years. To complete such data in such a short time–a task that might take all of humanity’s scientists hundreds of years to calculate–clearly, Bubbles had been summoned for brute force labor.

Visca crouched on the ground, pressing her hands once again onto the surface of the trident-shaped star map, muttering in a low voice, and, of course, in the form of those short syllables that no one could understand.

This time, the constellations on the hexagram did not light up again. According to Visca’s explanation, it was a one-time non-rechargeable transmission array, and with the depletion of its energy, it would no longer be possible to activate it. Now what Visca needed was to use its structure for some reverse-engineered calculation. She explained that the construction of this kind of array was very odd: all of its functional modules were determined by those constellation patterns, with operating principles that lay between mysticism and spatial technology. By changing the positions and shapes of those constellations, it was possible to initiate or alter the transmission array. If there were any traces of Artemis’s destination coordinates, they could only be calculated from the constellation patterns.

During Visca’s murmurs, I was surprised to see that what seemed to be the golden constellation patterns fixed to the ground were actually moving slowly. Their shapes were changing in some pattern, gradually becoming unrecognizably different. When Visca lifted her hands away, these constellations barely resembled their original forms at all.

“These are the appearances of the eleven constellations that represent the Sky from 770,000 years ago,” Visca explained. “By harnessing the power of the constellations, a bridge to the mystical can be formed, and creating the pattern of the Sky on the ground can connect distant celestial bodies with Earth, making Earth, which was originally outside the loop, part of these constellations. That is the principle of this transmission array.”

…Are you really not from the Magic Side, posing as a sleeper agent in Academy City?

Oh great, am I starting to make some wild associations now?

Despite the fact that I was completely clueless about the mystical knowledge Visca talked about, I still nodded and asked, “Then what?”

I feel that Visca didn’t just say all this just to make me feel intellectually inferior, right?

“Next, there’s a discrepancy,” Visca blinked, pointing confusedly at the constellation patterns still slowly moving on the ground, “What’s shown here is the view of the Sky we would see from our current location–of course, it’s the Sky from 770,000 years ago, the era when the Ancient Nest was first established. It’s impossible for Olympus to have devised this mysterious array on their own, which lies outside the realm of human knowledge, let alone master the art of altering the star disk. So, for them to use this transmission array, they would have had to copy this piece of ancient Sky exactly as it is, which means the pattern that Artemis displayed on the star disk at the time of activating the transmission device should be what we’re seeing now, but there’s a discrepancy… the pattern displayed on the star disk and the constellations observed from Earth 770,000 years ago today have a very minor error.”

I nodded calmly and turned to Sandora, “What is she talking about?”

Sandora rolled her eyes at me, seemingly used to such a reaction from me, and then she continued along Visca’s line of thought, “How significant is this discrepancy?”

“Minus all interference, the discrepancy is within one twenty-two-billionth.”

I almost choked on my own spit.

A discrepancy of one twenty-two-billionth? To me, that’s as good as no discrepancy at all–I mean, back in my school days when I took math tests, my errors used to fluctuate around one-half…

Seeing my reaction, Visca explained, “Using the position of planets for space transmission requires a very high level of precision, and the principle of this star disk is to use the power of the constellations themselves for mapping, so theoretically, there should be no errors.”

“Should we go back and ask that melancholic guy called Zeus?”

Faced with these high-tech, highly mystical issues, I had no solutions at all. After thinking it over, maybe that future philosopher named Zeus might know something.

However, Sandora could only respond to my suggestion with a shake of her head, “That guy probably didn’t lie. Since he said that only Artemis knows the specific method to enter the ‘Divine Realm,’ it would be useless to bring him here. Moreover, Artemis is clearly the true manipulator behind everything. If she has a way to hypnotize five SSS-level superpower users including Zeus, she definitely has a method to keep him from knowing the secret of the star disk, and she might even have the ability to erase his memories regarding this transmission array.”

“It looks like we’ll have to figure it out for ourselves.”

I shrugged my shoulders, helpless in the face of such specialized work.

Sandora glanced at the hexagram array, which had completely dimmed, and said, “Actually, I just had a thought… What if the constellation patterns displayed on this disk aren’t what we’re observing from our current location?”

Although I never fully understood the high-level concepts of communicating with the mystic forces through constellations or the connections between the constellations, I still roughly grasped the gist of Sandora’s words: “So, you mean the constellation patterns drawn on this hexagram might not be the result of observations from here?”

“Exactly. The constellations in the sky are a three-dimensional structure that slightly changes depending on the viewing position. These changes are so subtle that the distances between Earth and these star bodies have rendered them utterly meaningless. But if the latitude and longitude of the observation point diverge significantly, such shape variations can be calculated. We’ve fallen into a trap assuming that the star disk drawn by Olympus’s baseline is on the Great Goshidi Island Reef in the South Pacific. Now that I think about it, seven hundred and seventy thousand years have gone by, the continental plates have drifted far… who knows if the Xyrin Mother Nest was in the South Pacific back then!”

This time, without needing our command, Sivis had already begun reorganizing the data. She built a model of Earth from seven hundred and seventy thousand years ago and started simulating the coordinates on Earth where the same starry sky as the one under our feet could be observed.

“Reporting to the commander, there are no results.”

In the end, the outcome Sivis brought us was disheartening.

But at that moment, Visca suddenly interjected into the public channel of the spiritual connection with an anxious tone, “What about outside Earth? Seven hundred and seventy thousand years ago, today, at exactly three o’clock in the afternoon… there must be a place outside Earth where such a sky could be seen…”

“Visca… commander?” Sivis asked with uncertainty, but then the duty of a soldier to obey commands prompted her to forgo further questions and instead expand the simulation range following Visca’s hint.

To completely simulate what the universe looked like on a certain day at three o’clock in the afternoon seven hundred and seventy thousand years ago through mere data computations, and to keep the error within a theoretically zero margin, was a task that even Bubbles would need some operating time. During this time, I inquired worriedly about Visca’s condition. Ever since her arrival on the island, she had shown similar behavior multiple times, and her mental state was also erratic. This sister was truly my biggest concern.

However, when I inquired, Visca seemed more confused than any of us–she had no idea why she suddenly had such a thought!

It looked like when the time came, we’d really have to get Bubbles to thoroughly sort out Visca’s memory system. Heaven knows how many terabytes of junk data this girl had accumulated in her crazy past!

“Commander, the simulation results are out!”

Just then, Sivis’s voice finally sounded, temporarily shifting our attention away from Visca.

“The location where such a sky could be observed today, seven hundred and seventy thousand years ago, at exactly three o’clock in the afternoon, has been found–the Moon!” (To be continued. For more information, please visit www.NovelFire.net. The chapters are more abundant, support the author, support genuine reading!)