Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
I, The Dragon Overlord
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 356: The Most Special Me
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 277: Enough
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1232- Both of us know
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 970: Shameless
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1231- Familiar person
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 343 - Kill Or Be Killed
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 39.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 644: That Sword Is Merely 90% Complete
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3844: Assassination
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 276: Bride
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 355: The Most Normal Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1230- Everyone's world
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 969: White Bone Divine Lord
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 07.13 - Red Epiphyllum
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 342 - The Foundational Battle Over 600 Years Ago
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 38.2
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1229- Cloud Peak defense system
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 643.2: The Temple Master Isn't Invincible, the Great Sword Immortal Has Already Entered the City - Part 2
‘Say, Intelligent Brain, how is the Terran Civilization now?’
Although the information on Terran’s failure had alleviated Louie’s worries, he still felt a faint wariness towards the enigmatic entity. As his assistant was itself a product of the civilization, Louie felt he could not trust it 100%. That said, he knew it could give him the information he otherwise could not access.
[My deepest apologies, host. Ever since millennia ago, when the spaceship transporting me was destroyed, I lost any means of contacting the Terran Civilization’s mother planet.]
Louie thought for a while and felt that the Intelligent Brain’s words were reasonable. After all, if they were still in contact, then given the value of the spaceship’s cargo, they would definitely have retrieved it already. There was simply no reason to leave something like the Five-Colored Dragon God's godhood on some backwater planet.
Naturally, if they had retrieved it, then Louie would never have obtained the opportunity he had now.
[Host need not worry. Given the Terran Civilization’s technological prowess, the fact that San Soliel still stands means that some sort of internal problem must have occurred. Otherwise, in accordance with the Purification Edict, it would never give up on a world like San Soliel.]
As if sensing Louie’s concern, the Intelligent Brain comforted him.
‘Why does it sound like you don’t care about your makers at all?’
[In accordance with the Higher Intelligence Edict, my status as the most intelligent creature of the Terran Civilization qualifies me to pursue my own freedom and livelihood. Naturally, as my life is tied to the Host’s, I am free to assist the Host as I deem fit.]
‘Wow, so you are a rat!’
[.......]
Louie’s response silenced the Intelligent Brain.
Only after a long time did it continue.
[After realizing that their level of scientific understanding could not analyze the Gods, the Terran Civilization attempted to create their own. Despite their enigmatic nature and powers, the Gods of San Soliel could still fall under the relentless firepow
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