Chapter 542 Inaccessible Memory No Name
The last Deus tree has revealed part of Rinoa's history. Fitran now realizes that Rinoa is not just a girl he wants to save—she is a being who lived millions of years ago, chosen by the Alien Gods, and hidden by the Deus Ex Machina system.
However, there is something still hanging in the air. This room, filled with a dark and calm aura, seems to hold a million secrets hidden in its darkness. The faint light reflecting and dancing from the logic cube creates strange shadows on the walls, resembling unknown faces whispering in silence, as if asking to be heard.
Why does she know Rinoa is in the Void? Why does she—of all beings—move toward the Deus labyrinth as if she knows her way for certain? These questions envelop his mind like a complex web of spiders, binding him in doubt and uncertainty. Behind every corner, it feels as if something is watching, waiting to be revealed, teasing his curiosity.
And the most frightening part:
Why does his heart know... even before his mind fully understands? Before he is trapped in doubt, a deep feeling seems to guide his steps forward, as if his soul is mysteriously and inevitably connected to this place. In the profound silence, he hears the voice of shadows, an echo of forgotten memories, melancholic and hypnotic, haunting his thoughts.
Now he steps toward the hidden layers of Deus, passing through system sectors that even the early architects dared not touch. Each step feels heavy, as if pressed by the unexpected presence of the past, like a dark shadow that follows him relentlessly. Every wall seems to hold glimpses of buried memories, radiating a deep longing, as if preserving secrets waiting to be uncovered.
The door before him appears magnificent, yet only opens for entities that once created the initial structure. However, as he touches it, the door opens by itself, as if responding gently to her presence. This event is like the opening of a curtain on a stage, revealing an unfinished story, inviting him to step into the mystery that awaits.
Room Without a Name
On its walls hang hundreds of disorganized logic panels, shimmering in the dim light. Some of these panels emit a soft glow, as if calling to her with gentle whispers, inviting her to delve deeper into the long-buried secrets.
In the center of the room stands the first Deus core, a logic cube the size of a head, pulsing like a heart, marking its presence in the vastness of the room. The placement of the cube radiates a calming silence, and the material used reflects light in a mesmerizing way, as if made from memories that never die, stored within time.
On its surface is engraved a sentence that cannot be fully read, as if hidden in a fog of mystery: