"Wait...wait, let me straighten this out..."

"The amount of information is overwhelming."

Merka clenched his teeth, his brows furrowing in pain.

He held his head, trying to organize the information he had received not long ago in his mind.

He subconsciously noticed that although the memories given by the shadow seemed flawless, there were still many strange aspects left unexplained.

For example...

"Even with all the high technology, you are just weapons...right?"

"Fire magic corresponds to flamethrowers, that's clear enough..."

"But what about the hands of the mage? And the magic of conception?"

"There are many strange kinds of magic...like backdrop and aside, and things like Descent of the Holy Son."

"...The technology of the outside world couldn't possibly achieve this level."

Merka questioned the authenticity of the memories given by the shadow.

The deeply ingrained concept of female superiority and male inferiority in Merka's mind since birth prompted him to nitpick at the memories given by the shadow.

"You're mistaken about one thing, Merka."

"The technology of our time period and the current level of your technology are completely incomparable."

"We are the people who have descended the mountain, while they have just started climbing it."

"Even though we are in the same era, the levels of our technology are in completely different worlds."

"If you had a bit of insight into the international form of scientific development, you would understand."

"How promising the prospects of scientific development are."

"The extent to which humans can manufacture terrifying, powerful creations, even to the point of controlling the universe and planning artificial creations."

"As for Descent of the Holy Son, it's just a super overclocking mode set for angels by computers."

"Such seemingly coincidental inevitabilities have many more examples."

"Like, why do the nobles wear military uniforms?—That's because their ancestor Eve was a soldier."

"Why are angels always restless, enjoying killing for fun?—That's because they were originally weapons, created for killing."

"Not to mention backdrop and aside, these are weapons of our divinity as hosts, used as small toys to adjust the mood of the host."

"We even have skills that you wouldn't dare to imagine."

"Like...reverse backdrop and reverse aside."

"Backdrop and aside are generally only used by female driver divinities, they are used for macro-control of independent defense cities under the divine command."

"After all, as long as memories can be controlled, illusions can be created, any kind of city can be well-managed."

"These two skills generally serve as assistance to the driver."

"And reverse backdrop and reverse aside, they are called Portal and Window."

"The former can teleport instantly, while the latter can predict the future."

"They are usually carried on male driver divinities and generally serve as a form of direct attack."

Standing by the lake, a dark figure basked in the gentle moonlight, casting an ethereal glow on its slightly translucent form.

Merka understood that the shadow wanted to persuade him to believe in the memories he had handed over, but the words spoken by the shadow were somewhat incomprehensible to Merka.

"What do you mean?... Are you saying that you've been hiding such powerful abilities and not using them?"

"Why can't you take down Oedipus on your own? Why do you need us?" Merka questioned the shadow with doubt.

"I've told you, that's a skill exclusive to male pilot divinity."

"Male pilot divinity cannot create cities. If it wasn't me who survived back then but Starlight, Acadia wouldn't exist at all," Merka reasoned.

"Moreover, I've lost connection with my bones, and control over my flesh is now in my other half of the soul. My power is greatly limited."

"To put it simply, right now, I can't even perform angel programming - aka curses."

"But if necessary, it's not impossible to use them."

"If you still doubt what I say, I can let you try a simplified version of a portal and window."

"As long as I have my soul, bones, and flesh together, even if it's just a small part, I can create a small programming generator."

"Then, I can use the programming generator to reprogram one of my flesh - one of the angels - at will."

"It may even be transformed into flesh with male pilot divinity characteristics, it's not impossible."

"By then, it can use portal or window."

"Coincidentally, you happen to have these three things."

Hearing the shadow's words, Merka was stunned.

"What things? How could I have them?"

The shadow shook its head, denying Merka's words.

"Have you forgotten the small box Turing gave you when you and Turing went to the moon?"

Pointing towards the lake where Merka and Turing's villa was located.

"That's a piece of Turing's flesh, that's the flesh among the soul, bones, and flesh."

"And in the backyard of the island where you live, didn't you plant Codechecker? That thing you call a small gear. That's the bones."

"And the mechanical divinity that you've been treasuring, holding it in your hands to avoid breaking it, keeping it in your mouth to prevent it from melting. It can barely be considered as the soul."

"As long as they come together, I can use curses."

"Don't you want to give it a try? If you can use curses, your strength will be greatly enhanced."

"I believe that by then, even those associated with Oedipus will be no match for you..."

The shadow crossed its arms, looking somewhat proud. It was hard not to imagine what expressions might be on his face if it were human.

"Wait... speaking of Oedipus, there's something I want to ask you."

"What is Oedipus' goal... exactly?"

"When I listened to your tone in Erisburg, you should have known about this, right?"