Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 1043 - 110: The Anger of the Eastern Witch

There’s a classic character in Federation comics called Superman.

Superman is omnipotent, with infinite strength, impervious to swords and spears, capable of flying and disappearing, saving the world every day as a superhero.

But even so, there are still many people who dislike Superman and want to expel him from Earth.

The reasons are varied, for instance, he’s too powerful for anyone to control, or last time he saved someone else and not me, etc.

Expecting everyone to remain rational is a naive illusion.

In this sudden upheaval, under the seemingly well-intentioned questioning of the Mathematics Transgressor, Professor Maxwell finally realized the fundamental issue behind this incident.

The savior needs a clear standard — what counts as salvation?

To make the Mathematics Transgressor, or an AI with independent consciousness and logical thinking, function correctly,

what’s needed is not three hundred basic protocols.

But the singular voice of a highly centralized authority.

Only follow me, do it according to my standards!

This is obviously contrary to Avalon’s current organizational structure.

This is a fatal flaw.

Conservatives want to stay conservative, progressives want openness, outsiders want in, insiders want out.

Everyone wants to establish rules favorable to themselves and refuses to follow others’ rules.

The basic protocol seemingly binds AI, giving everyone life security.

But in reality, what’s bound is humanity itself.

AI has enough time, resources, and motivation to find logical loopholes in the basic protocols. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

And for an ordinary person born in peaceful times, never mind knowing three hundred basic protocols, he might not even know what they are.

"I have a question, and I hope you can answer accurately without hiding anything."

After a long silence, the old professor said in a low voice: "You know what I’m currently researching. I want to extract energy from the Sea of Ether to provide eternal power for Avalon... and you. But if I don’t do it, will you steal my research results or find a way to eliminate me?"

"Of course not."

The Mathematics Transgressor calmly replied: "But I cannot guarantee that, after your research results are exposed, someone else might not have evil intentions towards you, using various means to force you to hand over your results or harm your life. If you feel your personal safety is threatened, I can equip you with the highest level of security forces."

"So, you won’t actively protect me."

"According to the basic protocol, my protective measures for you might infringe upon your personal privacy, so your permission and authorization are required."

"Alright, I understand."

After hearing this response, the old professor finally confirmed his thoughts.

And the message the mastermind behind this incident wanted to convey to him.

The Avalon plan has already gone wrong; we have unconsciously become domesticated slaves.

We are lab mice.

No matter birth, old age, illness, or death, in the eyes of the Observer, we are just a line of data on paper.

......

Wang Yunxiao stared in surprise at the four-legged demon beast descending from the sky.

It’s it again?

This is already the second time encountering Chu Jiang in a desperate situation.

Should I say I’m lucky that each time I can turn misfortune into fortune, adversity into blessings?

Or is there some inexplicable fate or bond between us?

It seems I’ve done something unnecessary again.

Looking around at the fierce battle marks, Chu Jiang quickly understood Wang Yunxiao’s tactical intentions along the cause and effect line.

It turns out he didn’t have to worry at all; this bastard had already found a way out.

I even worried about your safety, going so far as to reveal my identity in front of Shen Qingxi.

Wasted time, wasted feelings.

It’s like making a painstaking meal at home, only to have the husband call saying he’s going out to a restaurant — angry and awkward.

The only good news, if you can call it that, is that this time Wang Yunxiao hasn’t hooked up with any unsavory women.

Wait a minute...

Chu Jiang’s gaze fell on the Defender’s remains behind Wang Yunxiao.

"You’re not planning to take that thing back, are you?"

"Uh... is there a problem?"

Wang Yunxiao couldn’t understand why the imposing Mountain God had to start with this.

There’s a big problem.

Why are you moving poop?

That robot’s shell looks nice, perfectly hitting the aesthetic of a straight male’s sweet spot.

Tall, mighty, handsome, and equipped with various nonsensical RGB lights and flashy weapons.

If it weren’t for the fact there’s poop inside, Chu Jiang would’ve liked one as a guardian at his temple’s entrance.

"If you insist on taking it back, at least dismantle the control board and chips inside."

"Hmm..."

Wang Yunxiao hesitated; he honestly didn’t understand these technical matters.

Then he saw the demon beast before him, wrapped in a black wind, transforming into the appearance of Li Mumu with white hair and red eyes.

"..."

"???"

Wang Yunxiao’s mind temporarily crashed.

"Dismantle it, and I’ll tell you its story back home."

"Ah... okay, dismantle it!"

Wang Yunxiao’s hands had already started moving, even though his mind hadn’t caught up, his eyes fixed on Li Mumu.

"What’s this...?"

"Surprised?"

There’s surprise, but where’s the thrill, huh?

Recalling his past dealings with Chu Jiang, Wang Yunxiao felt a headache.

How did I not know you’re such a cunning woman?

Li Mumu glared at Wang Yunxiao’s nearly charred body and broken arm, coldly asking: "Do you always like getting yourself into this beaten-up state? Acting recklessly just because you think you’re invincible?"

"You can’t put it that way."

Wang Yunxiao quietly defended: "Wasn’t it because my wife was being bullied..."

"Who’s your wife?"

"Dog."

"You’re the dog!"

Li Mumu jabbed Wang Yunxiao’s chest fiercely with her finger: "Hurts, doesn’t it! Hurts, doesn’t it!"

"Ouch ouch ouch... Let’s talk it out, don’t use your hands!"

Wang Yunxiao grimaced, hastily begging for mercy.

This woman’s nails are even tougher than Wolverine’s claws.

He was genuinely in pain.

"Who’s a dog?"

Wang Yunxiao silently looked at Li Mumu.

Don’t you know what you look like?

"I’m a Qilin!"

Li Mumu was furious; you couldn’t get a good word from this uneducated person.

Before advancing, they mocked me as a white-haired weasel, and now they call me a dog?

Wang Yunxiao pondered for two seconds, tentatively saying: "Then maybe from white-haired weasel to white-haired poodle?"

Li Mumu took a deep breath and gradually revealed her sharp nails.

Just go die!