We're almost at Nightfort.
Osha still didn't dare to look directly into the Crown Prince's eyes.
That was hell. Looking into those clear, beautiful eyes, who could have imagined he could create hell without hesitation!
She had been told that a "Core" had been successfully implanted in her skull.
How did it get in? She didn't dare to think too much.
The constant, forced reliving of desperate pain gave her the courage to ask a question.
The gentle, calm voice said to her, "Anesthesia is bad for the brain, so I didn't use it on you. Don't thank me, just remember it."
She did remember it, not with gratitude, but with fear.
She didn't dare to harbor any hatred or rejection.
What if the "Core" could let him know her emotions?
She quickly cut off all disrespectful thoughts. No, Your Highness is completely thinking of me, otherwise how could I possibly gain this power, thank Your Highness, long live Your Highness, always be loyal to Your Highness...
Joffrey could actually understand Osha's resistance. He had pried open her skull, was she not allowed to be unhappy? This kind of thinking was very dangerous.
Ding~
The crisp sound of gemstones colliding echoed from his waist.
He took out a completely transparent, colorless piece of glass. A faint glowing message was displayed on the glass screen: "May 10th, 9:00 sharp, commoner Osha from Haunted Forest City, Beyond the Wall Province, sends greetings to the Throne."
It seemed Osha had been trained. For several days, she had been using the Core to send greetings on time, not missing a minute. Good.
He tapped the message box, and four options appeared below:
"Send 'The Throne is well. Commoner Osha, today is another pleasant day.'"
"Send 'Read.'"
"Send 'Do not disturb frequently.'"
"Do not reply."
Joffrey smiled evilly and decisively clicked on the first option.
The Information Rune Mirror Image in the glass instantly transmitted the preset information to the "Core."
The Information Rune Mirror Image in the Core triggered the preset operational path and transmitted the received information to Osha's brain.
So Osha saw another "Crown Prince" that only she could see, waving at her and saying in a clear voice the same words as the previous days: "The Throne is well. Commoner Osha, today is another pleasant day!"
Of course, this sentence, as usual, could only be heard by her.
Nameless Gods, if this happens a few more times, I'm afraid I'll never be able to forget this face, forget this voice!
Osha carefully scanned the light blue interface that only she could see.
The so-called "Daily Task" had disappeared, leaving only some unchanging text and patterns on the interface. And that small box that moved every so often.
So, today's task was completed?
Osha's tense nerves finally relaxed a little. The task was simple, but she still didn't dare to be negligent.
She didn't know why this so-called Core could do these things, but she understood that this dreamlike interface was definitely not normal, and she was enduring an endless, invisible gaze.
The light blue interface constantly reminded her of the Core's existence. Freedom was already an impossible luxury.
There's no escaping it completely.
She silently tasted the bitterness and despair, just like the previous days.
But for some reason, a thought suddenly popped into her chaotic mind: Why escape? What's wrong with this?
She almost instinctively scoffed at this thought, but a strange magic compelled her to keep thinking about it, and the more she thought, the more reasonable it seemed.
That's right, why escape?
Your Highness neither harmed me nor lied. This Core indeed has extraordinary power, it's simply a gift from the Gods.
No, it is clearly the will of the Gods!
Pain is the fertile ground for faith. Osha's expression gradually became fanatical.
That's right, the Gods bestowed such great power to send Your Highness to fight the White Walkers, save the world, and establish a paradise on earth!
The divine messenger chose me, why should I escape?
Osha found a reason and no longer resisted, allowing this invisible shackle to embed itself in her Soul.
The Contract Magic Energy in the Core immediately integrated into her consciousness. According to the contract, Osha willingly offered everything, and the Crown Prince would allow her to continue serving and being loyal until death.
Joffrey sensed the contract taking effect.
He was very satisfied. Osha's will was considered firm, so one could imagine how shocking the Core must be to ordinary people. The Contract Rune would shine brightly.
He was even more satisfied that the Core was already able to operate independently and even had a slight surplus.
He had added Information, Restoration Rune Mirror Images, and one-time Contract Magic Energy and Fire Magic Energy to this version of the Core.
The Information Rune Mirror Image was set to continuously input the light blue interface into the host's brain and transmit the received information to the host, essentially acting as a signal receiver and display.
The Restore Rune Mirror Image can convert the unused Magic Energy in the Core back into Source Energy for storage, essentially acting as a battery.
The Contract Magic Energy can make people sign overbearing terms that are difficult to violate.
If any accidents truly occur, the Fire Magic Energy can also cause the Core to self-destruct, eliminating the host.
Overall, it's a basic phone, except it doesn't rely on code and programs, but rather on the information reaction paths he wrote instruction by instruction.
And his transparent glass "Little White" serves as the server, and also a more sophisticated phone.
There are hundreds of instructions written for the Core:
Providing the host with a semi-transparent rectangular blue light screen and unchanging text patterns, inputting white numbers that change with time, regularly inputting "Daily Tasks" and sending preset specific information to "Little White" based on the host's reaction...
The instructions written for the server "Little White" are several times more numerous.
Although very cumbersome, it is much easier than being a programmer who wrote code in his previous life. There's no need to consider how to implement the instructions; any instruction that comes to mind can be added freely. This is the charm of magic.
Of course, Joffrey's painstaking effort in creating this Core was mainly to benefit himself.
He had already reached the upper limit of magic:
Redundant Rune Energy storage limit is 100 units, recovery speed is 5 units per day;
The total storage limit for Magic Energy produced by all Runes is 2000 units, and the recovery speed (related to the total amount of Rune Energy) limit is 100 units per day.
Note: One unit is defined as the output of a single Rune over 24 hours.
Under these limitations, the upper limit of his personal magic power was already locked. Breaking this shackles would obviously require a lot of time. Before that, he needed to bypass these restrictions to gain more power.
The Core was a good result.
After a few days, the Core had only consumed less than one unit of Magic Energy in total, and the Magic Energy produced had already reached over ten units, all of which had been converted back into Source Energy and stored.
The output of Magic Energy clearly exceeded the normal accumulation speed of the Runes.
Why?
Joffrey thought of the eight heads in the Wolfswood, the mysterious connection between Source Energy and Soul consciousness.
He had verified a bright path: human Souls can bring more Source Energy, which can then be collected and stored through various mediums for the Runes to convert and use.
Endless magic power.
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