Chapter 341 Reliable Monica

Of course, Monica’s high opinion of Xiaobai wasn’t to make her a specimen; that wasn’t necessary for her level.

Rather than making her a specimen, the information and firsthand data from keeping Xiaobai alive were far more valuable—almost on par with Xia Xinyan and Ling Mo.

Unfortunately, Xia Xinyan and Ling Mo were well-known figures, and Monica found it disappointing that she couldn’t gain any benefits from them, but now this flaw was made up for by Xiaobai.

She was quite happy.

Xia Xinyan could roughly guess what this guy was thinking.

However, those matters were beyond their understanding, so even though she wanted to complain, Xia Xinyan just grumbled silently in her heart.

After all, the most important thing was the main objective: “So, does Xiaobai have anything in common with other demons? Can she communicate with them?”

“Well… theoretically, it’s possible,” Monica nodded. “Because every race has its unique language system; the difference is just in the strength of that system. But there’s also a but.”

“But what?” Ling Mo chimed in.

Monica shrugged: “For example, on your planet, there are so many languages just between different countries, and even within one country, there are dialects that are completely incomprehensible to each other, so you can’t guarantee that the demon races don’t have this issue.”

Xia Xinyan: “…”

Indeed.

She found she was quite accepting of this setup.

Maybe it’s called localization.

—Actually, this was Monica simplifying things; the actual situation was much more complicated.

If there were no external intervention, it would take an extremely long time for a destroyed world to evolve back into a normal world—even for Gods, such time is long. That’s why most divine beings try to prevent the world from entering a state of destruction, but it will still occur when necessary.

But leaving that aside, the main focus is still on the ecology of a destroyed world—they hadn’t been there for nothing, like that Haunted Small Town; the ghosts there were manifestations of life in a zero state.

But that still belonged to the most primitive form of the race status, basically a transformation of beings from the first world after the world was destroyed, so it had no reference value.

Thanks to the intentional control of true gods, most destroyed worlds remained in this state, so those beings had little knowledge of this aspect, whether it was about such worlds or the destroyed beings.

And having little knowledge meant that any representative being could hold great research value.

Which meant endless money—for Monica.

Although this didn’t mean much to Xia Xinyan and Ling Mo, Xiaobai’s high importance to Monica was just what Xia Xinyan needed to leverage Monica into doing some things.

For example, figuring out a way to bring Xiaobai into the real world.

If Xiaobai could enter the real world, it would definitely be a huge boost for them and the Chicks.

After all, competition in reality was, to a certain degree, no less than in the Dark Zone.

However, it was unnecessary to discuss this matter too early; since Monica was back today, Xia Xinyan had another thing to ask her.

“Monica, you mentioned that the Terminal can manifest physical objects?”

“Yep, that’s the most basic ability.” Monica casually nodded, then raised her right hand. A flash of silver light shimmered in her palm, and then… she had a silver brick in her hand.

Square and quite regular.

It looked pretty good.

“This is what my Terminal manifests; isn’t it pretty?” Monica tossed the brick, “And it’s super powerful too! No joke, a few years ago when I dealt with a world destruction incident, I used this brick to smash the brains out of a Dragon who thought he became the protagonist after crossing into another world and was causing trouble.”

Xia Xinyan: “…”

Ling Mo: “…”

They weren’t interested in that kind of story at all.

“Do you also want to manifest your Terminal? Sure, you just need to ask yours and you should figure out how to operate it,” Monica put the brick away, smiling, “If you don’t understand, you can ask me, I’ll teach you.”

Xia Xinyan nodded and continued, “I want to ask… can the Terminal be transferred to a sturdy enough carrier in the form of AI? So it could manifest as a segment of data, right? Can it be done?”

Ling Mo paused.

Could it be that Xinyan is thinking…

“Data manifestation?” Monica was also a bit taken aback, “Um… I’ve never heard of that. What do you want to carry it onto? Can’t you just let it directly turn into that thing?”

Xia Xinyan looked at Ling Mo.

At that moment, Ling Mo understood her meaning and directly manifested his Battle Armor: “Xinyan should want it to be… carried on this?”

Xia Xinyan nodded: “Didn’t you say you couldn’t manifest suitable AI? This system terminal should help you, right?”

Ling Mo was silent for a moment, looking at Monica: “Can the Terminal actually manifest into something like this?”

“That won’t work. The Terminal can’t manifest overly complex things, and it cannot manifest into the category of ‘weapons’. My Terminal found a loophole—I wanted to use this thing to press instant noodle boxes when I manifested it,” Monica shook her head.

Xia Xinyan: “…”

She realized she had been silent more times during discussions with this person than at any other time.

Ling Mo was already getting used to it.

He felt that he wouldn’t be surprised by anything more outrageous from her, because this girl practically represented the outrageous.

However, after a few seconds of thinking, Monica still gave them a somewhat better answer: “As for manifesting into AI, I’ve never seen a precedent, but it might not be impossible. How about I check the Terminal’s permissions for you?”

“How do you check?”

“Give me your hand.” Monica extended her hand towards Xia Xinyan.

Xia Xinyan didn’t think much about it and reached out.

Monica then slightly tilted her head back, her expression quite serious as she started to check, like a traditional Chinese doctor taking a pulse, exuding an aura of high mastery.

At the same time, Xia Xinyan felt a warmth drifting through her body, quite comfortable.

This made her view of Monica change a bit—although she usually seemed pretty unreliable, when it came to serious matters, this girl was unexpectedly focused.

But that thought ended when Monica’s hand began to move gradually towards her arm and the movement became increasingly unsuitable.

She looked expressionlessly at Monica: “What are you doing?”

“Checking,” Monica remained ethereal and aloof.

“Can you answer again while looking at me seriously?” Ling Mo spoke up from the side.

Monica chuckled awkwardly and withdrew her hand: “All done checking.”

Xia Xinyan: “…”

   

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