Chapter 238: Saving Ragnar


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    "Ay, what''s wrong with him now?"


    Isidoreined while the fifth and sixth-ranked duo bickered in the background.


    "Do you think he''s gone insane already?"


    Ignatius, like a teacher''s pet, had his throne stuck next to Isidore while they chatted.


    "I don''t know... I mean, if he did, then it''s a pity."


    "Really?"


    "Truly, but I can say this at least... This boy is not normal; his thoughts are... inhumane."


    "Yeah, and it''s been a while since I''ve seen someoneugh like that."


    "Hmhm."


    "Though you like those types, don''t you, Isidore?"


    "I do indeed."


    "Also, his fight with the Fangds was entertaining to watch... But why is he not using his abilities?"


    "God knows."


    ***


    ''I can help him out by putting my thoughts into the database...''


    ''But he can''t hear them yet.''


    ''Ragnar needs to pass the first phase.''


    ''And yet to stop him from masturbating to death I need to do it now.''


    Emir''s mind was stuck in a dilemma.


    It was like how university students were in the old world.


    ''Kek.''


    They needed job experience to be epted into a position at anypany.


    ''I''m hungry...''


    But they didn''t have any job experience.


    However, to gain experience, they needed to get a job.


    ''Are the spiders poisonous?''


    And so the cycle repeated itself.


    Was it the egg or the chicken that came first?


    ''Oh... please, give me anything... I didn''t eat for so long.''


    Well, Emir believed it to be the chicken, as it was created by god.


    Or rather, in this case, it was created by gods.


    ''But maybe there''s a singr god above, though...''


    ''Is Aether a god?''


    ''It''s the energy that binds the universe, so it kind of is.''


    As anyone would notice, the never-ending voices in his head were getting to him.n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om


    They caused his thoughts to go off tangents he usually wouldn''t have.


    ''What was I thinking about?''


    "Oh, yeah..."


    ''Ragnar.''


    Emir''s real thoughts were cut off from the database, since he had tampered with the relic, not allowing it to ess them.


    ''Kill me.''


    He, with a lot of help from Lyra, made a program that fed it random thoughts at random intervals.


    Those thoughts were generated to align with his present circumstances too.


    Emir made sure that they would appear dull, deranged, and monotone to fit his personality better.


    ''KILL ME!''


    This was an obvious thing to do for the two, as they couldn''t allow the Elite to pry into his mind.


    It was also crystal clear why the Elite set this up in the first ce.


    One might think it was for the test.


    While that was true, its main purpose was to weed out the chaff.


    ''I SAID KILL ME!''


    Another side benefit, besides the whole test debacle, was that they could make sure none of the professors were spies, criminals, and the like.


    ''Focus...''


    Emir''s thoughts returned to the issue at hand.


    Now he could tinker with it again and send his thoughts to Ragnar, allowing the horny man


    the chance to regain his sanity.


    ''Why won''t you do it?''


    But that was where the problemy.


    Ragnar could not yet hear the voices.


    ''How can I....''


    "Oh, wait."


    "God damn, I''m stupid."


    Emir, who had just realized his oversight, immediately rose to his feet and moved behind a nearby rock, concealing himself from any prying eyes.


    His mission was now clear.


    ''Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?''


    He needed to gain full ess to thework and locate Ragnar''s relic within it.


    Once found, he would be able to ess it and, hopefully, send him his thoughts.


    Such a thing was impossible for most people, Celestial or not.


    ''WHY?!''


    But Emir wasn''t normal... he had Lyra by his side.


    Lyra was an AI.


    ''DO IT!''


    She, and most like her, were experts in all thingswork-rted.


    ''I BEG YOU!''


    In that database of hers, she had knowledge that was barely mentioned in the novel.


    She knew the ways of a NetWeaver.


    Like AIS, they were masters of the virtual domain.


    ''Ah.....''


    And what made NetWeavers even more remarkable was that, in this Epoch, anyone with a


    nanobot injection could theoretically enter thework.


    ''It''s all quiet... it''s so quiet.''


    In essence, every individual who received such an injection became a microcosm of the


    systems themselves.


    This allowed them to ess the vast digital realm with ease.


    ''Green!''


    Emir''s case was even better.


    Due to the mutation unlock, his neuralwork was upgraded.


    So he not only had the ability of a talented NetWeaver, but he also had learned how to surf the


    network.


    ''ck!''


    And that was the only path he could think of to save Ragnar.


    He thanked the stars that his past self had decided to learn all about NetWeavers after dealing


    with the whole camera fiasco.


    ''Let''s begin.''


    With a simplemand from his neuralwork, his augmented suit created two sets of


    wires that spurted out of his chest.


    ''Dark green!'' One set consisted of two cables that terminated in soft patches.


    Emir carefully affixed these patches to the back of his neck, connecting them directly to his


    cranial nerves.


    This physical integration caused his augmented suit topletely merge with his neural


    network.


    ''I''m a genius!''


    With a practiced hand, he then connected the second set of wires to the relic around his finger.


    ''NeuroLink Activate.''


    Emir initiated the process, essing the programs he had stored in his nanobots.


    Themand was sent, and then everything turned ck.


    ...


    Emir opened his eyes.


    His body, an icon, was now concealed beneath a trench coat, a flowing robe, and a mask, akin


    to the attire he rarely wore in the real world.


    His surroundings flickered with gray-white static for a brief moment.


    Then, in the span of a heartbeat, he experienced a disorienting sensation-a sickening feeling


    of falling—as he descended into the digital realm.


    Emir''s icon paused just above the ground and surged forward.


    It hurtled through thisplex world, where shifting neon passed by him in a blink.


    Spinning green lines and grids also dotted the space all around him.


    He was now in a zone of ''Low Resistance,'' and his connection speed was high, so his body


    moved almost as it was experiencing fast travel.


    Then he suddenly stopped, just before a massive neon sign that read:


    {Wee to the UEF Academy A-11work.}


    All of these representations that Emir experienced in thest few seconds were the handiwork


    of meticulously crafted reality programs.


    CyberNex were their authors.


    ''So this is what she meant, huh.''


    Emir let out a sigh...


    Still not used to the feeling of being in awork.


    His body felt sluggish.


    Even though his connection speed was hundreds of exabytes per second.


    It still couldn''t perfectly handle the senses of a Seraphim.


    One needed to ''Deep Dive'' for that perfect experience.


    Higher-ranking Celestials were a different breed altogether, so holding them to mortal


    standards was a problem most had to let go of.


    After a few moments had passed Emir had already adjusted to his new environment.


    ''Let''s see here...''


    And now that he was ready, he essed a program he had stored in his nanobots.


    With amand from his neuralwork, the program ran.


    A sudden glow of pulsating red showed itself in the distance, like a beam in the night sky.


    ''There you are.''