The password was entered incorrectly three times, and the account was automatically locked. Please try again after three hours.
Turing stared at the lifeless and cold statement on the screen, falling into silence.
"You failed again," a faint black figure suddenly appeared, leaning against the nearby desk and spoke.
"Is that so?"
"It doesn't matter, I still have plenty of opportunities."
Turing faintly smiled as a majestic aura of decay filled the air, like a mire seeping from the depths of the earth's surface.
"..."
"Don't you understand what I said?"
"Even if you try again, you still risk death."
[Death?]
[Death is only the simplest ending.]
[Just, the simplest, simplest ending.]
Turing's skin drifted away like dust in the wind, and time rapidly rewound to one minute ago.
Turing decisively made a decision and entered two passwords again.
The password was entered incorrectly three times, and the account was automatically locked. Please try again after three hours.
The same warning appeared in Turing's eyes again.
Turing's arm began to break apart, exposing large chunks of muscles and, upon closer inspection, even the chilling sight of bones.
But Turing didn't stop his fingers from dancing on the keyboard like playing a piano, continuing to enter the next password.
Time rewound once again to one minute ago.
"Stop! Aren't you afraid of death?"
"Humans can't bear such complex and overlapping memories!"
The black figure wanted to grab Turing's arm, which was relentlessly pounding on the keyboard, but as soon as it touched Turing, the arm shattered entirely.
The black figure was left empty-handed.
Turing didn't stop and continued entering the password with his other hand.
[Oh my God.]
[If there really is a God.]
[It won't let me die so easily.]
[It must want to torture me, making me endure so much pain.]
[I still have so much suffering to accept.]
[How could it bear letting me die so easily?]
Time rewound again.
Turing entered two different passwords on the screen, but still received an error.
Time rewound again.
Again and again.
Again.
A wave of madness seemed to envelop Turing, trying to sweep him away like a handful of loess or a pinch of sand.
First the skin, then the flesh, and finally the bones. Turing disappeared gradually, turning into the most primitive elements, water and carbon, as time passed by.
However, this trend suddenly stopped, and Turing's lost body abruptly returned to him.
Turing saw the words "login successful" slowly appearing on the computer screen.
"We succeeded...?" The black figure could hardly believe that such reckless behavior could actually lead to success.
A drop of cold sweat dripped from Turing's forehead. He eagerly opened the computer and began searching for information about Lucifer.
A strange sense of unease emanated from Turing's body.
A large amount of text appeared in Turing's eyes, and Turing's mind whirled madly, weaving them into vivid colored images in front of Turing.
On July 10th, Lucifer broke out of the breeding chamber for twenty minutes, and finally returned to the breeding chamber under the guidance of the experimenters.
On July 13th, Lucifer's laboratory inexplicably experienced severe magical fluctuations for twenty minutes, and the specific cause is still unknown to this day.
On July 16th, Lucifer entered a period of magical fatigue, failing to meet the requirements in all three daily magical quality tests. As a powerful and balanced angel of magic, the inexplicable loss of magic power is undoubtedly strange, but we still have no clue at the moment.
On July 19th...
On July 22nd...
"Do you feel very painful?" Lucifer asked with a faint smile towards the white angel sitting at the entrance of the breeding chamber, staring blankly.
Although Lucifer was dressed in hospital-style patient clothing, she still managed to exude an aristocratic temperament.
"Do you want me to let you out for a while?"
Lucifer used dropback to transform into the appearance of Prometheus, speaking gently to the woman.
Having implanted the same memories as the woman, Lucifer wanted to play the role of Prometheus in her memories, which was as simple as it could be.
"You seem a little tired, even your dreams seem vague."
The drowsy woman seemed to be sleepwalking, confused by Lucifer's inexplicable words. Having just had her memories replaced with Oedipus', she still didn't have the ability to judge right from wrong normally.
Lucifer, disguised as Prometheus, seemed even more gentle and handsome.
"Let's go to the cafeteria."
"I'll wait for you there."
Lucifer came to the coffin and pondered for a moment, then cut off one of the woman's thumbs and instantly used magic to heal her.
The woman stared blankly at Lucifer, unable to react to what had just happened.
That thumb seemed to have gained life in Oedipus' hand, instantly swelling, growing, and eventually transforming into the woman's form.
Lucifer put the woman transformed from the thumb into the coffin and controlled the machine to close again.
"For now, let's use a doppelganger to temporarily deceive the staff, so the probability of them discovering you will be lower." Lucifer said with a smile.
"My dear... what are you doing?"
The woman was still in a daze.
"I'm making a grave for you."
Within Lucifer's gentle smile hid an immeasurable malice.
"When an unknown tombstone appears in the graveyard, everyone will feel fearful involuntarily."
"And the way to surpass fear is through understanding. Understanding everything unknown to oneself."
"So people can't wait to read the epitaph on the tombstone, hoping to understand that tombstone."
"Even if it is filled with their own day of death."
Lucifer released Mostima from the laboratory, but the researchers found that an angel with the same body data as Mostima was still lingering in the laboratory.
To figure out where this angel came from, the researchers had to read aside its memories.
The results revealed an unsettling fact.
Lady Oedipus of the Altria family has fallen in love with a foreigner.
On October 1st, we were all deceived by Lucifer.
I don't know how long I have left to live, but I want at least to leave behind some evidence for future reference.
Now, the emergency firewalls in each room have been closed, and each area is isolated from the others. The magicians might be able to leave, but it is unlikely for ordinary researchers.
Some people may be able to wait for rescue, but considering the vast size of the laboratory, I don't think I am included among these people.
Dying in a foreign land is truly a painful thing.
But I have no regrets. Unlocking the secrets of Acadia has been the shared desire of several generations.
I believe that my descendants will carry on with the fruits of my efforts and continue moving forward.
