Aileen settles onto a stool in my cluttered lab, sipping on an orange juice procured hastily from the Orange Juicer 2000, a peculiar machine I concocted during the wee hours. The device operates on magic power, seamlessly converting any liquid into orange juice, provided I have the necessary ingredients – sugar, water, and magic stones.
The soft hum of the machine accompanies the rhythmic sound of Aileen's sips as she takes in the concoction. The air is filled with a blend of magical energy and the citrusy aroma of freshly juiced oranges. I watch her, an air of satisfaction evident in her expression, as the Orange Juicer 2000 delivers a flawless cup of orange juice.
"So, how may I help you?" I inquire, leaning against my cluttered desk, the lingering scent of oranges from the freshly squeezed juice wafting through the air.
Aileen takes a thoughtful sip of her orange juice, contemplating her next words. "First, I am going to ask you this. Are you willing to risk your life, be a hero, and do good? And you will not back out, no matter how big a problem it is? This very moment will change your—"
"Life? Yeah, sure. So, how may I help you?" I interject, cutting off the dramatic preamble and steering the conversation back to practicality.
Aileen, unfazed by my interruption, continues, "You are very smart, so I think you can understand this." She hands me a folder with a title that immediately raises my eyebrows. "Analysis of the Time Curve Phenomena, and its effect on History."
I open the folder and read the title aloud. "What kind of... They've made a ton of progress already when I haven't even scratched the surface!" I can't hide the frustration in my voice.
"You seem angry," Aileen observes. "It's from the Hero Association. It appears that both Association Scientists and Djinn Scientists are working on it."
The revelation adds a layer of urgency to the situation, and I find myself caught in an emotion of disgust— the Association and Djinns working together!? Does old man Chae Joochul know of this?
"This is an emergency," I declare, the urgency of the situation etched on my face.
"I know, right? The Association's corruption is—" Aileen begins, her focus on the perceived issues with the Hero Association.
"No, forget the Association. Forget the Djinns," I interrupt, dismissing the immediate concerns. "The fate of humanity is literally hanging on a precarious balance. This?" I emphasize, holding up the folder. "This will lead to the secret of the world, the origin of the Towers, Dungeons, monsters, and Magic Power."
Aileen's curiosity is piqued, and she implores, "Explain it to me!"
"You won't understand," I assert, a hint of resignation in my tone. The intricacies of the Time Curve Phenomena and its implications are not easily grasped, especially by those uninitiated in the complexities of my world-altering discoveries.
And also I label Aileen as kind of dumb— Chae Nayun's level of dumbness.
Aileen raises an eyebrow, her curiosity undeterred. "Why? Because I'm not smart enough?"
I shake my head, dispelling any notion of intelligence as a barrier. "No, it's very complicated, so I am unable to eloquently explain it to you." I hand her a silky patch of fabric. "This is DHF, which stands for Digitally Hollowed Facemask. Put it on your face, and it will cling to your skin, showing a different face. It's my hidden technology."
While she processes this information, I dash to a nearby 3D printer, swiftly crafting a new identity for Aileen. "Take this," I hand her a forged identification, "this is your fake identity. And here's a new smartwatch." I toss her the device. "From now on, you are a Year 1 Cube Cadet. Your background identity is an orphan, and you are officially my little sister number 2."
Aileen looks at the items in her hands, a mix of confusion and intrigue on her face. The gravity of the situation sinks in as I prepare her a covert identity.
"What? I didn't agree to this! And why your little sister number 2?" Aileen protests, a mix of confusion and resistance in her expression.
"Just deal with it," I respond, my tone firm. The choice of the title is not arbitrary. It's a calculated move tied to the unique capabilities of my Gift—Nobody Knows. The DHF using my appearance for Aileen carries a touch of my power, making anyone who wears it easy to forget, at least as long as the resemblance to my face persists. It's the result of complex and grueling experimentation of my Gift. With a thought, I imbue the [Always Here] effect of my [Nobody Knows] Gift to Aileen. She should leave less of an impression from now on.
"Hey, where are you going?" Aileen questions, her confusion growing.
"Your smartwatch has all the data you need. It will tell you what to do," I state, emphasizing the need for her to follow the instructions provided.
Standing up, I leave the confused and shocked Aileen behind, a sense of urgency propelling me into action. The weight of the revelations weighs heavy on my mind, but there's no time for hesitation. The fate of not just our group but the world itself hinges on our ability to navigate this
I mentally connect through my AI System to contact Cube AI.
"Cube, are you there?" I inquire.
"I am always here. It seems you have met a problem?" Cube responds, its digital presence resonating with its perpetual readiness to assist.
"Yeah, please kindly assist Aileen. I want her to stay in Cube," I request.
"I understand. I have acquired her new smartwatch's IP address. Suggestion: Should I pretend to be an innocuous AI and assist her in integrating into school life?" Cube proposes, offering a solution with its characteristic efficiency.
"Yeah, you should. Tour her around Cube too, distract her, and also tell Tomer and Hosup to come to Under Cube. I will be waiting at the Control Room," I instruct, formulating a plan to divert Aileen's attention and keep her within the confines of Cube.
"How about the others?" Cube inquires, seeking clarification on the extent of the plan.
"Yeah, inform them too. I will meet them in VR," I confirm, signaling the assembly of our team in the virtual realm.
As I skim through the contents of the documents, a sense of realization creeps over me. Among the materials, I find a copy of the Thesis paper itself. The words on the pages resonate with familiarity, and it dawns on me that I have been pursuing a similar project. However, the nuances of what I aim to prove and what this Thesis wishes to establish seem to differ, albeit subtly.
There's an undeniable connection, a shared pursuit of understanding the intricacies of the Time Curve Phenomena. The gravity of the situation intensifies as I grasp the potential consequences should whoever is behind this maneuvering succeed in proving what this Thesis wishes to assert.
The convergence of research paths sets the stage for a clash of ideologies, and I am acutely aware that the implications extend beyond the academic realm. The fate of the world, entwined with the secrets of the Towers, Dungeons, monsters, and Magic Power, hangs in the balance. The urgency to decipher the true nature of the Time Curve Phenomena becomes paramount, and I brace myself for the challenges that lie ahead.
For now, the urgency of the situation compels me to gather my comrades and inform them of this drastic variable in our paths. The unfolding events necessitate a coordinated response, and the knowledge contained within the Thesis paper poses a formidable challenge to our established pursuits.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck… This is really bad.”
Alfir The following chapters will be filled with butchered science wacky jibber jabber... I can only say I tried my best. At least, in my imagery, it worked quite beautifully.
Aileen settles onto a stool in my cluttered lab, sipping on an orange juice procured hastily from the Orange Juicer 2000, a peculiar machine I concocted during the wee hours. The device operates on magic power, seamlessly converting any liquid into orange juice, provided I have the necessary ingredients – sugar, water, and magic stones.
The soft hum of the machine accompanies the rhythmic sound of Aileen's sips as she takes in the concoction. The air is filled with a blend of magical energy and the citrusy aroma of freshly juiced oranges. I watch her, an air of satisfaction evident in her expression, as the Orange Juicer 2000 delivers a flawless cup of orange juice.
"So, how may I help you?" I inquire, leaning against my cluttered desk, the lingering scent of oranges from the freshly squeezed juice wafting through the air.
Aileen takes a thoughtful sip of her orange juice, contemplating her next words. "First, I am going to ask you this. Are you willing to risk your life, be a hero, and do good? And you will not back out, no matter how big a problem it is? This very moment will change your—"
"Life? Yeah, sure. So, how may I help you?" I interject, cutting off the dramatic preamble and steering the conversation back to practicality.
Aileen, unfazed by my interruption, continues, "You are very smart, so I think you can understand this." She hands me a folder with a title that immediately raises my eyebrows. "Analysis of the Time Curve Phenomena, and its effect on History."
I open the folder and read the title aloud. "What kind of... They've made a ton of progress already when I haven't even scratched the surface!" I can't hide the frustration in my voice.
"You seem angry," Aileen observes. "It's from the Hero Association. It appears that both Association Scientists and Djinn Scientists are working on it."
The revelation adds a layer of urgency to the situation, and I find myself caught in an emotion of disgust— the Association and Djinns working together!? Does old man Chae Joochul know of this?
"This is an emergency," I declare, the urgency of the situation etched on my face.
"I know, right? The Association's corruption is—" Aileen begins, her focus on the perceived issues with the Hero Association.
"No, forget the Association. Forget the Djinns," I interrupt, dismissing the immediate concerns. "The fate of humanity is literally hanging on a precarious balance. This?" I emphasize, holding up the folder. "This will lead to the secret of the world, the origin of the Towers, Dungeons, monsters, and Magic Power."
Aileen's curiosity is piqued, and she implores, "Explain it to me!"
"You won't understand," I assert, a hint of resignation in my tone. The intricacies of the Time Curve Phenomena and its implications are not easily grasped, especially by those uninitiated in the complexities of my world-altering discoveries.
And also I label Aileen as kind of dumb— Chae Nayun's level of dumbness.
Aileen raises an eyebrow, her curiosity undeterred. "Why? Because I'm not smart enough?"
I shake my head, dispelling any notion of intelligence as a barrier. "No, it's very complicated, so I am unable to eloquently explain it to you." I hand her a silky patch of fabric. "This is DHF, which stands for Digitally Hollowed Facemask. Put it on your face, and it will cling to your skin, showing a different face. It's my hidden technology."
While she processes this information, I dash to a nearby 3D printer, swiftly crafting a new identity for Aileen. "Take this," I hand her a forged identification, "this is your fake identity. And here's a new smartwatch." I toss her the device. "From now on, you are a Year 1 Cube Cadet. Your background identity is an orphan, and you are officially my little sister number 2."
Aileen looks at the items in her hands, a mix of confusion and intrigue on her face. The gravity of the situation sinks in as I prepare her a covert identity.
"What? I didn't agree to this! And why your little sister number 2?" Aileen protests, a mix of confusion and resistance in her expression.
"Just deal with it," I respond, my tone firm. The choice of the title is not arbitrary. It's a calculated move tied to the unique capabilities of my Gift—Nobody Knows. The DHF using my appearance for Aileen carries a touch of my power, making anyone who wears it easy to forget, at least as long as the resemblance to my face persists. It's the result of complex and grueling experimentation of my Gift. With a thought, I imbue the [Always Here] effect of my [Nobody Knows] Gift to Aileen. She should leave less of an impression from now on.
"Hey, where are you going?" Aileen questions, her confusion growing.
"Your smartwatch has all the data you need. It will tell you what to do," I state, emphasizing the need for her to follow the instructions provided.
Standing up, I leave the confused and shocked Aileen behind, a sense of urgency propelling me into action. The weight of the revelations weighs heavy on my mind, but there's no time for hesitation. The fate of not just our group but the world itself hinges on our ability to navigate this
I mentally connect through my AI System to contact Cube AI.
"Cube, are you there?" I inquire.
"I am always here. It seems you have met a problem?" Cube responds, its digital presence resonating with its perpetual readiness to assist.
"Yeah, please kindly assist Aileen. I want her to stay in Cube," I request.
"I understand. I have acquired her new smartwatch's IP address. Suggestion: Should I pretend to be an innocuous AI and assist her in integrating into school life?" Cube proposes, offering a solution with its characteristic efficiency.
"Yeah, you should. Tour her around Cube too, distract her, and also tell Tomer and Hosup to come to Under Cube. I will be waiting at the Control Room," I instruct, formulating a plan to divert Aileen's attention and keep her within the confines of Cube.
"How about the others?" Cube inquires, seeking clarification on the extent of the plan.
"Yeah, inform them too. I will meet them in VR," I confirm, signaling the assembly of our team in the virtual realm.
As I skim through the contents of the documents, a sense of realization creeps over me. Among the materials, I find a copy of the Thesis paper itself. The words on the pages resonate with familiarity, and it dawns on me that I have been pursuing a similar project. However, the nuances of what I aim to prove and what this Thesis wishes to establish seem to differ, albeit subtly.
There's an undeniable connection, a shared pursuit of understanding the intricacies of the Time Curve Phenomena. The gravity of the situation intensifies as I grasp the potential consequences should whoever is behind this maneuvering succeed in proving what this Thesis wishes to assert.
The convergence of research paths sets the stage for a clash of ideologies, and I am acutely aware that the implications extend beyond the academic realm. The fate of the world, entwined with the secrets of the Towers, Dungeons, monsters, and Magic Power, hangs in the balance. The urgency to decipher the true nature of the Time Curve Phenomena becomes paramount, and I brace myself for the challenges that lie ahead.
For now, the urgency of the situation compels me to gather my comrades and inform them of this drastic variable in our paths. The unfolding events necessitate a coordinated response, and the knowledge contained within the Thesis paper poses a formidable challenge to our established pursuits.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck… This is really bad.”
Alfir The following chapters will be filled with butchered science wacky jibber jabber... I can only say I tried my best. At least, in my imagery, it worked quite beautifully.
