They don't like being called monkeys and believe that the arrogance of those scholars from the Origin Society should be well reined in.

However, as the discussion deepened, they quickly realized a startling fact.

Nowadays, both they and the navigation system used by the Holy City Navy are based on the theory proposed by the First Seat, which is also why the Speaker fervently wanted the First Seat to host this meeting.

The navigation system made intergalactic warp possible and directly led to the rise of the Holy City, allowing them to expand their colonies across the galaxy.

And now, the First Seat explained to them the importance of navigation coordinates.

It serves as a beacon to help them cross node space. Once the coordinates are lost, any creatures and materials entering node space would become its playthings, possibly getting lost there for hundreds of years until node space loses interest in them altogether, or they might be crushed into pieces the very moment they enter.

The lack of accurate navigation coordinates has long hindered their advancement into that dimension.

Activating a one-way transmission node is the only possible way to succeed, but it only has a chance of one in several million. In all other cases, total annihilation is the only outcome.

Such an important decision cannot be resolved through just one meeting, and with the First Seat having just returned and needing time to recuperate, the leaders of the Holy City Navy, the Origin Society, and pirate groups were housed in different areas of Zone One.

"Cliché."

As Lindong stepped into the elevator, a sneaky figure slipped in just as the doors were closing.

Rowena showed a doubtful expression on her face, "You just repeated the navigation coordinates theory to them."

But it was enough to fool those navy officers and council members, who only care about the outcomes. As long as they can make the starship fly, those pampered family members couldn't care less about looking at theoretical data.

However, she is not a monkey.

Rowena instantly realized her friend had concealed many important facts.

"Before you came, the Speaker said someone with my name appeared over there. Don't you have anything to explain?"

"Synthetic biology, using your genetic sequence. This is your area of expertise."

Lindong succinctly replied. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

The only issue is that the created individual is not satisfactory, at least not completely detached from the monkey category, but considering everything, she deduced it was influenced by the societal environment.

"Why did you synthesize me!?"

"Boredom, looking for something to do."

"Incorrect!"

Rowena's gaze was sharp, "Have you been terribly lonely on your own, needing someone to talk to? I understand you, being constantly surrounded by monkeys, you'd go crazy sooner or later."

Most members of the Origin Society have a touch of intolerance towards ignorance. In Rowena's view, the First Seat's symptoms are particularly severe, explaining why she's always solemn. Rumor has it that to relieve such negative emotions, Lindong tried many ways to clear her mind, including the Omega Blockers, which are still in clinical trials.

"Now, it's time to confess to your friend."

Rowena glanced up at the surveillance and the continuously fluctuating numbers. In the next moment, the values stopped at the 71st floor, and the surveillance cameras emitted a plume of smoke, "System interruption for 1 minute and 30 seconds, more than enough time."

"You'll be able to see it soon."

"See what? Just spit it out!"

"Node space."

"Node space?"

Rowena frowned, "Did you find someone from there? A survivor? From our side, or theirs?"

"Neither."

"What do you mean?"

"I told you, it's node space."

Lindong also frowned, "Have you been infected by the monkeys?"

"What do you mean by I can see node space shortly..."

Rowena ignored her friend's taunt, silently pieced her words together, and shivered, trembling as she pointed at Lindong, the words in her heart converging into two words.

——"Damn!?"

...............

At the same time, Ethan stood on the ground floor of the manor, facing the loyal old butler Ethan, with a resolute, weathered face. Perhaps this is what he will look like when he's old or just a randomly generated appearance.

He already understood the origin of old Ethan. His steadfastness here is about the same responsibility as Super Little Lintong.

It turns out that the information and knowledge Lindong fed him significantly affected him.

"Strawberry sundae and hard bread with salt..."

"The strawberry sundae is the lady's favorite dessert. She mentioned it to you many times... Consuming a moderate amount of dessert can trigger a bidirectional neurochemical effect. Sugar, as an excellent fuel for the brain, can enhance neuron discharge frequencies by 18.3%, which is like adding premium lubricant to the cognitive engine. When the cream touches the tongue, the limbic system immediately releases dopamine, sharing the same neural pathway as the joy from solving a math problem."

Old Ethan earnestly repeated Lindong's exact words, "As for the hard bread, it was the worst food the lady had ever eaten. Sprinkling it with salt didn't change its taste; she described it as 'a taste of despair that not even the Messiah could salvage.' Of course, the lady later added that scientifically, the despair was due to the small amount of Omega Blocker affecting her nervous system."

Ethan stood face-to-face with the old butler, yet it was like he was conversing with himself.

This was interesting.

Because these descriptions made him a "gourmet," evoking different evaluations of the souls and emotions extinguished in this world. It was more than mere eating; it seemed the matter itself was endowed with some significance.

Humans always seem to like to impart meaning to everything they know.

Whether it's happiness or suffering.

As if by doing so, their small and brief lives can leave more impact.

Ethan no longer found it necessary to ask further. Just by looking at the old butler before him, he understood everything he wanted to know.

Including why he used the Omega Blocker.

Baris-Frensa is the most vivid example.

At first glance, when he saw the bald man hugging the painting inside the room, he saw through everything about him as if every detail of his life was written in a book—of course, the concept of books also originates from the information fed here.

Baris had an almost obsessive belief, with every thought of his written in that book.

But he couldn't become Baris-Frensa.

Even knowing everything about him, understanding his life and desires even better than Baris himself, because in the book all his emotions were dissected and laid out, and everything Baris wanted was arranged in absolute correctness on some page within.

But on the other hand, he still couldn't unravel the principles.

So he drew inspiration from Omega Blockers' information.

How could the projection of this world's consciousness truly harm itself?

Yet, he could temporarily remove the marks belonging to this place when leaving the territory.

Waking up as a refugee amongst an exodus, almost becoming a human. Naturally, to better understand human ways of life, he also had to take out some "common sense."

Just now, those parts once stripped away simply returned to their original place.

"It seems you have found the answer."

The old butler's face revealed a gratified smile.

"Yes."

Ethan nodded.

He understood how humans think.

More importantly, he understood why they think that way.