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As usual, after gnawing on the black bread that was as hard as stone, and saying goodbye to his mother who was waiting at the door, Xier headed towards the forest to the east of the village—the Monster Forest.

Monsters are beings completely different from ordinary wild beasts that only know how to fight by relying on their bodies and instincts. Although they also have the appearance of wild beasts, the intelligence of monsters is far beyond that of dull and stupid wild beasts. In fact, some powerful and dangerous monsters in legends have intelligence comparable to that of humans.

Moreover, magical beasts possess magical powers that ordinary wild animals cannot control, such as breathing fireballs from their mouths, drawing wind blades from their claws, and shaking the ground with their feet... These are magical abilities that ordinary hunters like Sir cannot contend with, or more accurately, abilities that ordinary humans simply cannot contend with.

In Syl's memory, a knight-errant riding a white horse and wearing magnificent armor once passed through the village. After hearing about the legends of the Monster Forest, he entered it with his entourage, and it wasn't until several days later that his mutilated body was discovered.

That was the first time in his life that Syle had ever seen a real knight, and also the first time he had ever seen a knight die. From that moment on, a shadow of the Beast Forest was planted deep in Syle's heart. If he could, he would be willing to spend his whole life near this place where all kinds of terrifying creatures lurk, but he could not.

His father was injured by a wild beast while hunting last month. He barely made it home before passing away. During this time, the temple's medical staff not only exhausted all of the family's savings but also left them with a large amount of debt. Faced with this family on the verge of collapse, Sil had no choice but to take the only memento his father left him—a hunting bow—and venture deep into the Monster Forest.

Alongside the legends of terrifying monsters, the Monster Forest also boasts a wealth of rare herbs, attracting numerous adventurers and those in debt every year. Often, just before the fear of the forest and its monsters reaches its limit, news of a bountiful harvest arrives, offering much encouragement. The Caden family's harvest a few days ago was a prime example, and this was one of the reasons that solidified Sir's decision.

After entering the territory of the Monster Forest, the light intensity dropped significantly. The uneducated Sir was unaware of the difference in vegetation density and attributed the cause to the terrifying monsters lurking deep in the forest: even the knight with his squire could not fight it, so the sunlight probably couldn't either.

Thinking of this, Syl felt his body tremble slightly, but his mother's earnest gaze gave him the courage to take another step forward—

"Wow--"

"what--!!!"

The sudden sound made Sil retreat in a panic, tripping him up in the overgrown vines of the Monster Forest. Just as Sil was despairingly waiting for a terrifying monster to take his life, he saw the panicked back of a squirrel as it fled into the distance...

It took Hill a long time to recover from the shock he had just experienced.

“Be brave, Sir. Monsters don’t care about the dirty flesh and blood of hunters and farmers. They only eat knights and nobles.”

Using the widely circulated rumors in the villages and towns, which was also the second reason why Sir was determined to enter the Monster Forest, to comfort himself, the young hunter broke free of the vines binding his right foot and once again headed into the depths of the forest.

Perhaps it was the power of his silent prayers that worked. In the next half hour, Sir encountered no mishaps and instead discovered many precious herbs. Although these were still not enough to offset his heavy debts, they were enough to rekindle the young hunter's hope for life, which had been crushed by the burdens of his existence.

"One white grass costs three copper coins, a handful of dragon root costs five copper coins, my goodness, there are even Camo flowers here!"

Hastily collecting the vibrant flower worth twenty copper coins, wiping the sweat from his brow, and confirming his spoils, Sir realized he couldn't carry any more and decided to turn back. This wasn't a problem; he marked the trees along the way—a basic survival tactic for lower-class hunters in this era. However, the return journey was far more difficult than his initial foray.

As he counted the marks to the thirty-third tree, Hill was astonished to find that the marks he had made had disappeared.

Not only the marked tree, but also a large amount of surrounding vegetation disappeared without a trace.

The lingering smell and temperature in the air were still noticeable. This incomprehensible scene made Syl subconsciously recall the various descriptions people in the village had given of the magical beast hiding deep in the Monster Forest.

Just as he instinctively tried to flee, Syl suddenly heard a sound coming from afar. The hunter's ability to identify sounds told Syl that it was the howl of a wild beast on the verge of death. But what could be making such a howl in the Monster Forest?

For no apparent reason, the young hunter stopped in his tracks.

He wavered between primal human curiosity and an instinctive fear of the unknown and death, finally noticing the vanished and broken mark before him. He bit his lip hard and turned to approach the direction from which the howling sound came from...

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He took the emergency medication out of his backpack and sprayed it on his arm, which was emitting a strange meaty smell. It produced a stinging, cold sensation. The stimulation of the medication made Knox grit his teeth, and it took him a long time to catch his breath.

Weakly leaning against the tree trunk behind him, he felt a mix of sadness and relief as he looked at the soldiers in front of him, who were burned beyond recognition.

Every other world is filled with danger, especially in the most isolated environments, where no one knows when or what kind of attack they might encounter and die.

Compared to the soldiers who were not attacked, Knox was much more unfortunate—a tiger, as large as twice its normal size, charged in front of the troops and breathed fire, covering half of his body. Although he managed to react in time to dodge, one of his arms was still hit.

However, he was far luckier than the soldiers who faced the raging flames: no one could survive in temperatures of over two thousand degrees Celsius—automatic humanoids might be able to, but flesh-and-blood humans certainly could not.

Knox's lips twitched slightly as he looked at the charred corpse lying on the ground. With his still intact left hand, he drew his pistol and emptied the entire magazine of the beast, which had been shot down by the automaton and was now motionless.

Just as M4.a1 was about to say something, it was stopped by an AR-15 on the side.

"They are human, not automatons—stop, don't move!"

The second half of the sentence was directed at another one in the distance, and at the same time, the rifle in his hand was already aimed in that direction, the red dot pointing directly at the head of the young hunter who was standing still.

Wizarding Civilization: Chapter 726 AR Squad (Part 2)

It took the AR team and the reconnaissance team of the interdimensional expeditionary force three whole days to barely advance 140 kilometers through the harsh natural environment and reach their target—a settlement with traces of human activity. However, they did not expect to suffer losses at the last moment.

A "tiger" twice the size of its counterpart on Earth appeared before the team. The flames it spewed from its mouth had a terrifying temperature of 2300 degrees Celsius. Caught off guard, an alien expedition soldier walking on the right front was instantly set ablaze, and the expeditionary commander also suffered burns to his arm.

Although the highly vigilant AR team immediately killed the beast, the resulting casualties could not be undone. Just as AR-15 was about to suggest continuing the advance, a strange figure suddenly appearing within their vigilance range caught everyone's attention—

"Stop! Don't move!"

As he gave the order, he aimed his weapon—a weapon of life and death—at the intruder's head, ensuring that the enhanced armor-piercing rounds would penetrate his brain the moment he made a move. The intruder's humanoid appearance was also the reason the AR-15 didn't attack immediately upon detection: the AR's mission was to make contact with the humans of this other world, not to annihilate them.

Following the warning from the AR-15, the alien expeditionary force, still grieving the loss of their comrades, quickly reacted, raising their weapons and aiming them in that direction as they approached, shouting at the enemy.

After casually binding his arms to avoid hindering his combat ability, Knox struggled to his feet and, as he approached the lead AR-15, whispered, "Can you understand them?"

"……cannot."

“Then kill him. It will be difficult to move around in this environment with him with you.”

Letting the native leave was even more impossible; no one could guarantee that he wouldn't reveal the reconnaissance team's whereabouts. In comparison, eliminating the possibility of exposure was the best option.

Not only the commander of this interdimensional expeditionary force, but AR-15 also thought so. However, the voice from M4.A1 stopped the two of them from acting.

I can understand simple conversations.

"……Eh?"

Meeting the surprised gazes of the two, M4.A1 hurriedly took out a box-shaped item that he had obtained from the "Griffin" equipment supply area before the AR team set off. The sound that suddenly rang out came from this "box".

Unlike the AR team, who were completely unaware of the situation, Knox, who had already learned from the diplomat about the existence of this "mysterious person" on Earth, was not too surprised: "Can this device translate languages ​​from another world?"

[No, it's just that I can understand it... m4.a1, the past.]

"Ah, yes!"

The girl's instinctive obedience, stemming from her genes, made her subconsciously want to salute the box. However, the box was already in her hand, and she couldn't perform the salute at all. For a moment, the captain of the AR team was stumped on how to salute.

Fortunately, she wasn't the only automaton present.

After a crisp and clean salute, the AR-15 took the "box" from the M4.A1 and, after a brief pause, approached the motionless native.

Ignoring the intense fluctuations in the automaton's mind, Lin Yi spoke directly through the device specially created by the God after getting close enough.

Your name.

“Sir…Sir, my name is Sir!”

The young hunter was startled to hear the familiar language, and the shock he had felt from seeing the monster's corpse subsided: "Sir, was it your squire who killed that terrifying monster?"

I guess so. Where are you from?

Upon hearing the answer, Hill's expression became even more humble, and when faced with Lin Yi's question, he quickly pointed into the distance: "There—that's where I came from, esteemed sir."

……

For a period of time afterward, due to the limitations of his physical form, Lin Yi could only obtain information from this indigenous person named Sir through this inefficient method.

First, he came from a village called Tulip, a town with a population of less than three hundred. He was a hunter who entered the "Monster Forest"—the name of the forest he was in—to pay off his father's debts. The creature suspected to be a mutated tiger was called a "monster," a being in the Tulip Town tales that possessed the ability to control flames and could easily kill even powerful knights.

【knight?】

Although somewhat puzzled that this "lord," who could kill terrifying monsters with just his squires and speak using strange things, would not know about the knight class, Syl, knowing full well that his life was now in the hands of the other party, honestly explained: "Knights are the strongest people in the Kingdom of Basel. Every knight possesses strength beyond that of ordinary people. As long as they ride warhorses, put on armor, and carry weapons, any knight has the ability to destroy Tulip Town."

This description immediately led Lin Yi to associate the group of knights with wizards, but it seemed that none of the wizards he had encountered before wore armor.

Of course, it's also quite simple to distinguish whether they are the same species.

Can knights fly?

Little did I know that this seemingly simple question would definitively confirm a fearful suspicion lurking deep within me—

"My lord, knights cannot fly. The more powerful a knight is, the more power he can gain on the ground—this is what Syl once heard from a knight who passed through Tulip Town. Only wizards can fly, those powerful wizards who have obtained the power of the gods and rule the entire world!"

It's not hard to guess from Sear's extremely humble attitude that he considers himself a wizard. Perhaps there is a legend in Tulip Town that wizards can make sounds with boxes.

Considering future actions, Lin Yi did not intend to correct his misconception.

So what do you plan to do?

Without a word, the young hunter knelt down and crawled on the ground. He instinctively reached out to kiss his toes, but all he saw was a pair of tactical boots—well, those of the AR-15 Automaton.

In his panic, he could only use the most vicious curses to swear, which startled the alien expeditionary force who couldn't understand the Sil language at all, and they almost pulled the trigger that was aimed at his head.

Remember your promise. Next, take my 'squire' to Tulip Town, and I will tell you what to do next.

Wizarding Civilization: Chapter 727 AR Squad (Part 2)

What is “Griffin”?

This is a question that arises in every automaton from the very beginning of their consciousness. Throughout the cycle of their emergence, growth, and even until death, the most fundamental instruction deep within their consciousness is to obey all the commands of "Griffin".

This is the foundation and premise for their birth.

Following the will of "Griffin", the mission of automatons is to be sent to different regions to carry out different tasks, from annihilation to infiltration, from war to conflict. Every automaton's life is inevitably filled with gunpowder and war. Under such high-intensity combat missions, automatons will inevitably have doubts.

What is “Griffin”?

What does its existence represent?

What is its purpose?

What is the significance of assigning tasks to automatons?

……

All questions ultimately return to the singularity.

What exactly is this being called "Griffin"?

For a long time, AR-15, who also harbored this doubt, believed that "Griffin" represented a will, that it did not exist in any physical form, but rather as a spiritual form existing only in the realm of cognitive concepts. This belief became even more deeply ingrained after she came into contact with the civilization and concept of "humanity."

Just as humans need a certain spirit to support them in order to grow and live normally, they, as automatons, undoubtedly need this "spirit" even more.

As her understanding of the civilized group of "humanity" deepened, AR-15 encountered more than once those who had lost their will and abandoned their ideals. She did not consider them to be "human" at all; at best, they were walking corpses with human appearances, essentially no different from corpses.

Similarly, what allows automatons to exist as "automatons" rather than simply as mindless "weapons" is the "Griffin." This will, derived from the recognition and obedience of all automatons, allows them to have a thinking self and to waste their precious computing power on meaningless problems. Thus, they constitute another civilization that is different from humans yet highly similar to them.

Yes, AR-15 never resisted the existence of "Griffin," even being sacrificed as cannon fodder was considered a necessary link in maintaining the mutual need between "Griffin" and "Automaton"... until she discovered its existence.

"AR-15?"

The call in her ear brought the girl back to her senses. When she looked up, she saw m4.a1's worried expression. The latter was looking at her with a gaze that warmed her heart: "If you are tired, you can take a rest."

She shook her head; AR-15's personality prevented her from easily showing her emotions: "It's nothing."

"That's good."

Relieved, but for safety reasons, the M4.A1 still walked over to the AR-15.

After a brief silence, AR-15 suddenly spoke up: "M4, what do you think that is?"

Meeting a puzzled look from the side, AR-15 explained, "That box."

“That box? Griffin gave it to me before we left. I didn’t know it could talk… Could it be a new detector?”

Seeing the puzzled look on the M4.A1, AR-15 hesitated for a moment but still didn't say anything more.

She was certain that what she felt at that moment was absolutely real.

The moment she heard the sound coming from the box, her first reaction was not confusion or wariness, but obedience—unreasonable obedience, which was extremely abnormal for an automaton. After all, in AR-15's understanding, there had only ever been one thing that could make an automaton act in this way.

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She still carried the box with her; its weight of less than 100g felt incredibly heavy at that moment, making her steps inexplicably heavy.

At some point, AR-15 had fallen a short distance from the team in front of her. With a thought that she herself was not sure about, AR-15 took out the box again.

"Who are you, sir?"

The box did not respond, which is to be expected. After all, it is just a box, which at most serves as a "filter". Without any external intervention, it is impossible for it to respond to the outside world.

Ar-15 didn't give up. He glanced at the line ahead and, after making sure no one was paying attention to him, lowered his voice again: "I know you're here. Although I can't defy your name, I can still disappear with this box before being ordered to do so."

【threaten?】

He breathed a sigh of relief: "No, it's a request."

The being on the other side of the box seemed to be pondering something before speaking again after a long while.

[Do you want to know something?]

"Yes."

Curiosity about the unknown? Or anxiety about fear?

Ar-15 felt she wasn't on the same wavelength as the person on the other end of the line, and in order to get an answer as quickly as possible, she had to ignore these questions that vaguely made her feel strange. She went straight to the point: "Who are you?"