A Blank Needs A Host To Survive の小説・ストーリー

"It has ten million active daily users. It's the only un-censored broadcast channel left, because the Admin thinks it's just a toy." Ren walked over to the server rack. He touched the cold metal. "Kara, can you link this? Can you link Rook's Archive to the Server Blade we stole?" Kara looked at the massive setup. She calculated the processing power. "If we combine them..." Kara's eyes went wide. "Ren, we wouldn't just be a user. We would be a Host. We could run our own instance of the game. A shadow server." Ren turned to Rook. "We don't just want shelter, Rook. We want to borrow your computer."

"I have you: Elara. Always." As Killian stood back up to face the Generals, I turned my attention to the Cradle itself. I could feel the structure humming, but it wasn't the healthy, rhythmic hum of the Silver Moon. It was a discordant, hollowing sound. Through the crystalline walls: I sensed it: "The First Void." It was an ancient parasite: a biological blank slate of absolute nothingness that had been feeding on the Cradle’s resonance since the beginning of time. The Ice Weavers weren't guarding a gift; they were guarding a hunger.

That is why doing your job properly as a promiscuous host is of utmost importance> Agatha put up a doubting expression because she had yet to see any item capable of that from the shop. If it was speaking the truth, either she had no access to it yet due to her level, or it was referring to a skill rewarded every time a host levels up. She couldn't say for sure, that was why she probed again. 'What level do I have to reach in order to accomplish that?'

“We’re… alone.” “Are we?” I asked, the memory of the eraser still a cold knot in my stomach. “That thing fed on organized reality, on data and story. This…” He gestured around us. “This is pre-story. This is the blank page. It has nothing to consume here.”

Inside, a tiny amber spark flickered, a localized node of the Sentient Grid. "You want the Divorce?" Caspian asked, his eyes sweeping the room. "Fine. But before you sign the Exclusion Act, you have to experience the Severance. Not as a concept, but as a physical reality." He placed the sphere on the table. "This node is currently providing the life-support for this room. It’s keeping the oxygen at 21%, the temperature at 22 degrees, and your nervous systems in a state of homeostasis. I am going to initiate a 60-Second Blackout."

The feeling is mutual, I have no need for them either. “Bunny, when I said that, I meant I wished I had siblings my age. Someone to confide in, someone who would protect me from all the bullying I received as a small child. Since I had no mother or father, I hoped for a sibling. Not by blood, but bond." At my explanation, Francine nodded to show understanding.

Combine the elements. *Send them back. Dead or alive. But take your fee. Let death run free.

"I understand from your explanation, but how does the host possess such strength?" “You're as inquisitive as ever, but I'm not sure if he possesses the blood of anything that could sabotage the underground society.” “You mentioned that the underground society was involved in this, right? Can they then alter the host as well?” Celius remarks, "You seem a little disoriented right now." “Why? What did I say incorrectly?” "The host cannot be replaced, and no one has ever seen him without his mask." “Then, why was there a host in the first place?”

James prompted, and Evie nodded. “You can call it that. But like I said, it’s parasitic because it needs a host to exist. It could not live outside the boundary otherwise. When it latches onto someone, it would slowly eat the host’s energy and his spirit, putting his memories and cognition into chaos bit by bit.” “What happens after?” “They would turn into monsters,” Evie answered seriously, making the other two fall into silence. “How long does it take before the host gets eaten?” James suddenly asked after a while, creeping Richard out.

Because now— it doesn’t need a host. It doesn’t need control. It just needs time. And we just gave it plenty.