Each second of the elevator's fall stretched the silence, while anticipation flooded Asher's head.
He was curious about what truly powered the artificial intelligence known as Deuz.
Before, he never gave it much thought.
To him, science was just an underdeveloped version of magic, something primitive that would eventually catch up.
But after seeing that strange gel and listening to Pantheon's stories about the Truth Seekers and their advanced civilization, his perspective began to change.
Another thought crossed his mind—did the Truth Seekers rely on artificial intelligence as well?
It didn't make sense to him how a race weaker than humans could earn such praise from stronger species without depending on supercomputers.
"What if I use Deuz to make myself stronger?" he mused aloud.
(Brat, are you seriously considering such a terrible idea?)
