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Chapter 1436: Super Ego

The connection opened more easily than she had prepared for.

Once Celine adjusted the core, the interior of the obelisk appeared before her — not just a room or a mechanism but the entire control system, laid out like a diagram she’d never been shown but somehow already knew how to read. Four magic power cores and the obelisk’s base formed the parent body, and between them, magic power oscillated back and forth in harmonized ripples, each wave feeding the next.

She turned it over in her mind until its shape clarified: the four cores employed different abilities to sustain their revolutions around the Deity of Gods, and the parent body at the obelisk’s base governed them. But even that wasn’t quite right. Watching the flow more carefully, she saw that the parent body had only one function — the transformation of magic power — operating like levers on the Fire of Heaven. The levers moved gears and valves and wire ropes in precisely designed sequence, simplifying something that would otherwise require Celine a great deal of time and attention to control. And here, the simplification extended to four cores at once.

She hated to admit it — but the demon Nassaupelle, who had conceived this system, was a genius.

Without the knowledge Roland had brought from the Dream World, she might not have been able to read it at all. Certainly not replicate it.

That raised a question.

The Union had once examined the records of a parent body and concluded that it was either a variant demon or a Chaos Beast born from a magic stone. Living creatures possessed sentience. They resisted. So how had a Senior Lord managed to transform one into a pure tool — nothing remaining but the capacity to receive and execute orders?

And then: the obelisk itself, she realized, wasn’t the important part. It was a receiver and an amplifier, not a source. For an object the demons depended on for survival, to find it so structurally peripheral to the system — that contradicted everything she’d assumed.

Curiosity, in Celine, was not a polite impulse. She extended her perceptive tentacle toward the parent body.

The image that came was like a wall falling open.

“Oh my god—”

A network. An enormous one, constructed of luminous lines with nodes scattered at every junction. She recognized the pattern — demon cities, concentrated heavily toward the continent facing the Land of Dawn, the Blackstone Region. Beyond those bright clusters, dim nodes drifted at irregular intervals, scattered like pearls worn down to a luster that barely caught the light.

What shook her more was the interior of the parent body itself.

There was no resistance when she entered. No guardian instinct, no territorial reflex. It was as though no one had ever been here before — or as though whatever once constituted its selfhood had simply been removed.

A carrier.

The recognition was immediate and cold.

That’s what this was. The demon species, but transformed. Stripped of consciousness, retaining only basic instinct — modified to serve as a controllable hub. The technique, without any doubt, derived from the underground civilization’s legacy.

So this is how it’s done.

Mixed emotions moved through her: the sharp joy of encountering new technology, and beneath it, the cold awareness of what that technology had been used to accomplish. The Union, relying on the same civilization’s legacy, had implemented its own transformation plan for the God’s Punishment Witches. As inheritors of the legacy shard, the demons had simply done the same — and had gone further with it.

What she couldn’t resolve was the question of scope. The alteration to control more core apparatuses simultaneously would produce extraordinary results — she could see that. But other demon cities didn’t require anything like this. The undertaking was enormous and the risks of stripping a parent body’s consciousness were not trivial, particularly given the parent body’s central role in the obelisk’s growth and thus its importance within demon society.

Yet the other city nodes in the network had also been partially remodeled. They were becoming receptacles too.

Does the King not care about the lives of the demons?

“Done admiring?”

The voice came from behind her. Unfamiliar. She turned — turned, and registered the strangeness of having an orientation to turn from — and faced a demon she could not place in any category she knew. Its lower body was vermicular; its upper portion bore five or more pairs of arms, each hand a different shape. The head was a deformed column with multiple masks arranged around it in a ring.

In the same moment, she became aware that she had a form with mass. Unknowingly, she had moved from being a floating awareness to something that occupied space.

“I never thought a second entity could enter this place besides me.” The voice carried genuine interest. “It seems you and I are alike — we’ve abandoned our original forms, freed ourselves from the constraints of a body, all in the pursuit of knowledge and truth. Tell me: are you satisfied with my work?”

No question remained. This was Nassaupelle. Senior Lord Mask.

“Why can I see my own form? What did you do?”

“You should be able to guess.” He spread all his arms, gratified. “Doesn’t it remind you of the Realm of Mind?”

Celine’s expression changed. “Could it be that you—”

“Yes. This is a Realm of Mind of my own construction.” The laugh that came out was built from multiple voices layered together. “Why must anyone seek talent in the Origin of Magic? Why do some enter and leave freely while others cannot touch it at all? Nothing irritates me more than those born to gift.”

“This is wrong.” She pulled her composure back and thought through everything she’d heard from those who had been in the Dream World. “To see yourself there, you need only a mirror. The Realm of Mind realizes thousands of living beings precisely. There is nothing here except a network of light. And what I am seeing is the concept of a carrier — not my real self.”

“What’s the disadvantage of being a carrier? Without this form, you couldn’t control the magic power core.” Mask dismissed it. “‘Realm of Mind’ is a name — no one dictates what it must be. This is still a prototype, admittedly. But what I have achieved should be obvious from a single look.”

He walked toward her and passed through her as though she weren’t there.

“Liberation from the shackle of a single body. An existence that transcends everything.”

Celine stared.

“Every body has its limits. There is no perfect body anywhere in this world. Given that — why continue down a path that ends in a wall? Do you see this network?” His voice climbed. “Through it, I am everywhere. A form stronger than any single body could provide. Once it expands far enough, I will exist in multiple places at once. I can create unlimited versions of myself.”

“With every version of me, I can go to the most dangerous places, conduct the most dangerous experiments — nothing will bar me from uncovering every mystery in existence. Every emotion, every experience, every piece of knowledge will belong to me. The efficiency alone will drive a new evolution. No talent required. No magic stone required. Is this not the ideal every being that truly hungers for knowledge has always wanted?”

This one is insane.

She finally understood the alterations on the other parent bodies — the ones that weren’t Deity of Gods. This hadn’t been the King’s directive.

Mask had been working alone. In secret.

“I see you’ve understood it too.” Nassaupelle removed one of the masks from his face, revealing a woman’s face beneath. The rigid features pulled into a smile at the corners. “Once outside the Realm of Mind, all the senior lords are nothing. And the King — he couldn’t detect any of this from his Presiding Holy Sea. That is the gap between him and me. They are all too reliant on their abilities. But you — you won’t have the chance to carry this information out. Stay here, and become part of me.”

As the last word fell, all four cores stopped revolving.

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