"Oh, well, maybe they will have some abnormal situations. For example, they have forgotten some things, or inadvertently saw things beyond cognition in their dreams, leading to a state of revelation."
After being pointed out by Anvis, the Speaker showed a slightly helpless look.
"However, these consequences are still much lighter than death, aren't they?"
"Yes, when you wake up you forget everything about yourself, or you completely lose your mind and fall into madness."
Anvis shook his head with a sarcastic tone.
"Your 'eloquence' seems to be worse than I thought, Lord Farr."
"That's precisely because I don't need to convince anyone, Lord Zast. Because they can't do anything except express their opinions.
And now, look, they can't even express their opinion."
While replying casually, the Speaker gestured to the many sleeping Ninth Orders.
"And, Mr. Zast, according to your philosophy, there is no absolute fairness in this world, only fairness for the majority and fairness for the minority.
Isn't it another kind of fairness to exchange these hopeless ordinary people, middle- and low-level professionals, and a few ninth-level people for the hope that the entire human civilization will continue to move forward?"
"Does the human civilization mentioned by Mr. Farr refer to the ninth level limit that may not add up to three digits?"
Watching the ceremony proceeding with cold eyes, Avis estimated the time it would take for the Speaker's ceremony and the gathering of network power to be completed, with an indifferent tone.
"And how can you be sure that if the zenith wall is really broken, we can have hope of a breakthrough instead of attracting terrifying foreign objects?"
"I can definitely give you answers to your two questions."
In the dream world that became increasingly distorted and absurd around him, the Speaker showed a strange smile.
As the ceremony was about to be completed, he was in a very happy mood and wanted to find someone to talk to about his experience. At this moment, Anvis fit the audience perfectly.
"First of all, those who gain hope are not only the current ninth-level ones, but all the professionals who will break through to the ninth level from today on.
Maybe 99% of people will never be able to break through the ninth level in their lifetime, but for the few remaining geniuses, the road ahead will be truly open for them, instead of being trapped here like us."
"Yes, compared to the entire human race, their number is still not worth mentioning. But the reason why humans can continue to develop to this day and finally rule this continent relies on these very few strongest people!
If there were no powerful beings and only millions of ordinary people were left, they would immediately cut off the inheritance of most magic and knowledge, and then quickly perish under the ravages of natural disasters and predators.
On the contrary, a ninth-level person who relies on his own strength to preserve all the information about human existence can re-create a human kingdom with a total population of more than one million in just a few decades."
Looking at Anvis with sharp eyes, the speaker's tone was extremely serious.
"Like the Ladson ant colony that was flooded, even if 99% of the worker ants died in the flood, as long as the queen still survives, given time, it can re-develop into a new, even larger, colony.
But if the queen dies, even if most of the worker ants are still alive, they will be destroyed quickly due to the disappearance of the queen."
"So, as the strongest, we are the true core of human civilization——"
As he spoke, as if to strengthen his tone, the Speaker waved his left hand in an arc in mid-air.
"As for your other question, do you know, Mr. Zast? I have been trapped in this realm for more than a thousand years!
In these more than a thousand years, I have traveled to all the dangerous places in the mainland, and I have gone deep into the restricted area of life more than once, even if it is the ninth level of the limit.
But, no matter where I was, I couldn't see any further way. Until the last time I went deep into the forbidden area of life, I encountered it."
"It is not a native species of this world. When I met it, it had been seriously injured, leaving only a wisp of illusory image and steam.
I formed a symbiotic contract with it, so it survived and shared with me its extensive knowledge in the boundless sea of stars."
"The most important thing is that it also pointed out to me the reason why I can't make any progress. That is, the rules of this world are not complete compared with the outside world, but present a special state of partial vacancy.
As long as this part of the rules is not supplemented, then no existence in this world will be able to understand the complete rules!"
Having said this, the Speaker finally made a final summary of his words with some reluctance.
"So, do you understand, Lord Zast?
Even after the zenith wall is broken, this world still cannot break through the ninth level. Then I will leave this world directly to pursue and explore a wider sea of stars!
Until you find what you need to make a breakthrough, or you will perish in the endless journey!"
While the speaker was talking, strange "snowflakes" gradually began to fall from the sky.
They condense out of thin air in the empty night sky, and they also have a hint of dark yellow. Although they look like snow, they do not melt, and there is no temperature at all.
At the same time, as the snowflakes fell, the power of the old secret scriptures suddenly increased on the surface of Anvis's clone, as if it was under some kind of huge pressure.
The many sleeping ninth-level people below did not receive this kind of treatment. Along with the strange music coming from the distant deep space, snowflakes fell on their bodies. Their entire bodies were gradually covered by snow and turned into sleeping ice sculptures.
The snowflakes were falling and everything was silent.
"So, is this the reason why you chose to succumb to alien existence?"
Frowning at the speaker in the ritual circle, Anvis stared into his eyes through the fluttering snowflakes.
"It's not surrender, but cooperation. I want to go further, and it wants to get out of here. So, I reached a cooperation with it, and that's it."
Looking into Anvis' blue eyes, the Speaker shook his head, a trace of pity flashing in his eyes.
"Join us, Lord Zast, this will be my last invitation to you. Until the will of the master of the dream really notices this place, all the conditions I have proposed before will always be valid."
"I'm sorry, Lord Farr, I appreciate your kindness."
At this time, Anvis suddenly sensed something and suddenly laughed.
"Now, if you don't mind, I want to do something for the world."
Following Anvis's words, a force that the Speaker was very familiar with suddenly descended on Anvis' body.
“Constructing the power of the Internet?!”
The Speaker was stunned for a moment, looking at Anvis whose strength was rising steadily, his eyes suddenly became enlightened.
"It turns out it's you, the prophet 'Mirror'..."
"Yes, that's my other identity."
Adapting to the sudden increase in power in his body, Anvis smiled at the Speaker, raised his right hand flatly, and aimed his palm at the ritual circle.
The terrifying magic power gathered in front of his palm and compressed into an extremely dazzling blue-white light ball, reflecting the flying snow in the sky.
Under the nearly unlimited power supply of the construction network, this magic ball, which is only compressed with the simplest structure, exudes power fluctuations that clearly exceed the limit-breaking level.