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A golden line of text appeared in front of my eyes. [My dear child, your awakening has upgraded my core energy. I now have the ability to communicate directly as the World's Will. Tell those vile invaders that if they don't pay significant reparations, I will spend every last bit of my energy broadcasting everything the Temporal Command has done to every small world within reach. They'll never be able to extract energy from any of us again.] In the end, the World's Will and I won. The small world I lived in would never be touched by the Temporal Command again. We also obtained an energy core from them. With it, our small world would slowly grow into something much larger, a true world, rich

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"I'm rich, good-looking, and as for my physical stamina—" "Stop. Tell me something I don't know." I raised a hand to cut him off. He was stumped. His brows furrowed as he struggled for a long beat and finally blurted out, "I'm… a quick Crisean learner?" I nearly burst out laughing before clearing my throat and sitting up straight. "Fine. I'll barely count that as a pass. Now, I'm announcing the trial regulations for 'Summer Reed Owner's Manual, Version 1.0.'"

' I held my right hand out and started reciting words that I cannot understand myself. "q̶̱͓̭͚͒̉̀̽͂͘ẖ̵̞̩̏͒̽͘͘w̸̹̜͗̆̓̄̈́̽c̶̯̼͉͋̀͛̋̿̎͂̐͝͝ͅṋ̸̦̪͍̆͋̔͆̒͠͝p̶̡̨̺̜̱͙̙̙̪̈́̓͆̕ͅs̷͎̝̜̦͚͓͌̄̚͠n̷̢̡̡͉͙̆̿̀̆͆̊̿̈́͛̚â̵̻̫̗̣̠̼̮͍̼͑͗̆ ę̵̛̟̯͓͉̜̙͇͖̇f̷͉̪̬̈́͋̀̋̀̍̓̋" I followed what Nova had taught me, at least what I remember. And moments later, a thick leather-bound book fell in my hand.

Chapter 40: The Master Copy The afternoon light cast shadows across the studio illuminating the sleek lines of the mahogany desk and the quiet server indicators on the wall monitor. The Nora Vale network was stable. Across GoodNovel and NovelSnack millions of readers were moving through the parts of The Architecture of Trust. The stressful days of drafting chapters were a memory; the digital infrastructure was now self-sustaining.

“We can’t hear the words, but we can all get the gist of what is going on over there.” “Okay I will stop torturing you.” Said Nova literally snickering to herself. “The books are literally insanely detailed, and they played like a movie in my head. So, it’s easier for you to ask me what you want to know than I try and pick something to tell you. I am gathering these books are why I was called here?” “Yeah, but just for you to help us read them” said Alex “in a more traditional sense of course.”