Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 268

Chapter 268 Who Created It

Chapter 268 Who Created It

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In her mind. Margaret offered a rare scrap of praise. “Not bad. You’ve improved. Last time, its data stream knocked you flat before you even got close. Now you’re standing right in front of it and still coherent. You’ve grown a spine.”

Primo’s voice was halting, strained. “It’s… not that I’m stronger. I-It’s not rejecting me this time. Host, I’ve connected to a peripheral port. But… it’s ignoring me. I’ll try… try again.”

Margaret let it be, allowing Primo to tinker. The room’s subzero temperature turned her breath into plumes of fog. Beside her, Sion chattered on, his face glowing with a near-fanatical affection for his charge.

Sion stepped over to a control console, giving its sturdy shell an affectionate pat with a gnarled hand.

“Just the daily maintenance of this rig eats up two-thirds of the Academy’s entire energy budget. Its cooling system taps into an underground river, and even then, we must maintain this deep-freeze environment. Look at this craftsmanship, this material! We still can’t identify the composite of the main column’s shell. It resists pressure, corrosion, and most incredibly, it demonstrates exceptional conductivity for spiritual energy.”

Cheiron stood half a pace behind Margaret, listening in silent attentiveness. When she paused in her circuit, he shifted subtly forward, blocking the direct blast of chilled air from a nearby ventilation duct.

Sion finally wound down his lecture, turning to fix Margaret with his keen, wrinkled gaze.

“Your Grace, you didn’t come all this way to this icebox just to hear an old man ramble about technical specs, did you?”

Those clouded yet piercing eyes held hers directly. “You’re looking at it… not like it’s a machine. More like you’re looking at a person.”

Margaret sidestepped his implied question. Her attention returned to the towering column, where the lights pulsed with a rhythm so regular it bordered on mechanical.

“Mr. Sion Jewett, who, exactly, created this thing?” she asked, her voice echoing faintly in the vast space.

Sion’s smile deepened. He pulled over a metal folding chair from the console and sat down slowly, gesturing vaguely in the direction of the Imperial Palace.

“The history is too ancient, lost to time. The official line from the palace is that the first Empress built in with her own hands. They claim she was a great scientist who poured her heart and soul into this super-Al for the Empire’s eternal foundation.”

Margaret let out a soft, derisive snort.

“Fairy tales spun to solidify their power. Only the common folk would swallow that.”

Sion spread his hands, a note of wry amusement in his voice. “Isn’t that the truth? Just look at the last few generations of Empresses-they couldn’t solve a basic physics equation to save their lives. It’s preposterous.”

His smile faded, replaced by the solemn reverence of a researcher confronting the truly unknown.

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He sighed, his gaze lifting back to the luminous pillar, “If Central Brain was indeed invented by some great scientist… then that person did not belong to our world.”

Margaret turned to face him fully.

“For all these years, technology has advanced, star systems have expanded, yet we can’t even measure the limits of Central Brain’s capabilities, let alone surpass it. It feels like… a creation from another dimension, forcibly wedged into our civilization. We aren’t using it. We’re not even truly using it. We’re begging for scraps of its processing power.”

His words resonated with a profound sense of futility, the quiet defeat of a scholar who had spent a lifetime studying something he couldn’t comprehend,

Margaret understood perfectly. Sion was sharp. From the moment he remarked on her seeing a person in the machine, he’d been laying a trail, trying to probe her own secrets. But she had no patience for games.

Looking him straight in the eye, she cut to the heart of the matter. “Mr. Sion Jewett. You believe it’s not of this world. Don’t you?”

Sion met her gaze without flinching, offering her a gentle, knowing smile. “I can’t be sure. But when I was a boy, my grandfather told me a story.”

He rose and walked over to the main column, his hand tracing the path of the flowing lights in the air without touching the surface, his voice dropping to a confidential murmur.

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