Chapter 352: Chapter 352

352: Chapter 132 Conversation 352: Chapter 132 Conversation In the end, Xiang Shan didn’t really possess two independent personalities.

Both “Personality Masks” operated based on the same biological brain, and could access the same storage resources.

Whatever memories the “Eighth Martial God” had, “Native Xiangshan” had as well.

The same was true in reverse.

All the data from that storage device had already been downloaded into this prosthetic body.

At most, the “Native Xiangshan” personality mask, as a piece of software, was not compatible with the newly installed personality role applications and the accessed nanoconductor artificial neural circuits, so some thoughts couldn’t be directly formulated and required the assistance of virtual algorithms to complete.

It was like a top student and a poor student facing the first bonus question on a math test.

The top student could give the answer without even a draft, while the poor student, scratching his head and pondering hard, could also solve it after some effort.

Actually, Xiang Shan could completely readjust the neural network in the future and incorporate those artificial and virtual circuits into his Inner Strength system through meditative thought training, without necessarily relying on a virtual “Personality Mask” like the “Eighth Martial God.”

What he was doing now was like thinking about a problem in one way, failing to solve it, then switching to another way of thinking to figure it out, and finally speaking in someone else’s tone, before switching back to the first way of thought, repeating to himself in this manner.

“After all, I’m not really the ‘Eighth’…

Damn it, after the death of the Eighth Martial God, ‘Xiangshan’ actually suffered three defeats,” said the frustrated “Eighth Martial God.”

“But winning wasn’t certain,” Native Xiangshan sighed, “Speaking of which, how should we define your current state?

True Personality Mask?

Pseudo-personality Mask?”

“It’s really hard to define,” the virtual Eighth Martial God sighed.

“The Eighth Martial God was the True Personality Mask of the Martial Ancestor Xiangshan, and then, he copied his thoughts into a computer—that is, ‘me’ the previous AI.

That would be the Pseudo-personality Mask.

And then you load that Pseudo-personality Mask into your own biological brain…”

“This is something beyond traditional definitions.

There’s no need to fixate on what’s real or fake; if you want, you can completely create a new term to describe this special phenomenon.”

The Scientific Knight Order had created Pseudo-personality Masks, and they had created True Personality Masks.

But based on “Xiangshan,” they had never seen this kind of entity that was copied several times between “Pseudo” and “True.”

At least eighty years ago, the Eighth Martial God was a unique existence.

“But then again, you are actually…” the virtual Eighth Martial God sighed, “I thought I might only be able to luckily wait for the next Xiangshan.

to actually encounter such a biological brain.”

The virtual Eighth Martial God stared at Native Xiangshan and said deliberately, “Why is your biological brain so much like the original one?”

Xiangshan shook his head, “Actually, I’d really like to know the answer to that question too.

The Martial Ancestor Xiangshan should have died two hundred years ago in the “The Only Defeat,” at the hands of Yawgmoth and Hartman.

“What’s most bizarre is that you actually possess fragments of the memory of ‘The Only Defeat’?” said the virtual Eighth Martial God.

“That’s just too strange.”

“We can’t be certain that the scene ‘when the Pseudo Star Device was extracted’ is the same scene from The Only Defeat…”

“No, it’s almost certain it is,” said the Eighth Martial God.

“That Pseudo Star Device, the style of that prosthetic hand, it all matches the historical records.”

“Could it possibly be one of the other Kings present at the time?

“Besides, you also have the childhood memories of Xiangshan.

Every Martial God lacks the childhood memories of Xiangshan,” the virtual Eighth Martial God sighed.

“My ‘childhood’ was that of a girl.

I lived for more than ten years as a girl.”

Xiangshan said, “But that’s strange, isn’t it?

If some of my thoughts originated from childhood, then lacking the memories of childhood is too…”

“While some concepts of ‘helping others’ originated in childhood, the ‘me’s’ insistence on this matter extended into adolescence and throughout life.

People with such a core psychology are considered Martial Gods,” the virtual Eighth Martial God sighed.

“Moreover, not everyone remembers every aspect of their childhood.

As one grows up, ‘childhood’ often turns into beautiful fragments.

The significance of these ambiguous memory fragments isn’t actually that great.

The Martial Ancestor didn’t upload too many of these memories, and the Martial Gods who do possess childhood memories wouldn’t necessarily go out of their way to learn about them.

It’s better to say that these ideas themselves have seeped into every achievement throughout their careers, so even if the specific ‘seeds’ of these ideas were forgotten, it’s also inconsequential.”

“The ‘ideas of Xiangshan’ hidden within acts of chivalry have been reseeded countless times.

Everyone can find replaceable ‘fragments’ within those thoughts.

Every life contains moments of potential heroism.”

Native Xiangshan nodded his head.

“But you are different,” said the virtual Eighth Martial God.

“This biological brain indeed contains ‘the childhood memories of the Martial Ancestor Xiangshan.'”

Native Xiangshan nodded his head, then shook it, “This still doesn’t necessarily prove that this biological brain is the Martial Ancestor’s original one.”

“But this Biological Brain is indeed the most compatible with my algorithms.

After so many years of experimentation in Delacruz City, I had never thought that there would be a Biological Brain that fits ‘me’ so well,” said the Virtual Eighth Martial God.

“Actually, it’s no longer important,” Native Xiangshan said.

“Whether it’s the reborn Undead or the nameless ashes.

The ‘me’ that’s alive now is ‘Xiangshan’.”

“You’re right,” the Virtual Eighth Martial God agreed.

“What matters most is the current resistance—but…” he added, changing his tone, “just because it’s not the most important doesn’t mean it’s not important.

This matter still needs to be investigated.”

Native Xiangshan nodded.

“However, about this matter, Doctor Tao said that Niyaguti might be able to answer some of my questions.

Do you have any clues about this?”

“First off, I never contacted any old friends.

What I did was ‘very controversial’…

and that’s putting it mildly.

The things I did were downright terrible,” the Virtual Eighth Martial God said with a wry smile and a shake of his head.

“Especially Niyaguti.

Nia has always regarded ‘laboratory ethics’ as the ‘borders’ and ‘ironclad rules’ that safeguard human dignity.

She was born in a region where humans lacked dignity, which is why she values such things so highly…”

All of a sudden, Native Xiangshan interjected, “Yawgmoth Voigt was once such a person as well.”

Xiangshan fell momentarily silent.

“Once upon a time…” the Virtual Eighth Martial God said, “I too, could not believe that I would do such things.

If Niyaguti knew what I was up to, would she turn her back on me?

Of course, she might compromise in the face of harsh reality.

But I didn’t want to face it.

Apart from Xinyu, who showed up on her own, I didn’t contact any old friends.”

“Secondly, I’ve been dead for eighty years. Follow current novels on novｅlfire.net

Niyaguti is not dead; do you think it’s possible she hasn’t changed positions in these eighty years?”

Native Xiangshan nodded.

“But on Earth…” the Virtual Eighth Martial God said in a low voice.

“On Earth, it’s just that we don’t know where,” replied Native Xiangshan with a sigh.

“I also have no idea where Xinyu is now.”

At least she wouldn’t be on Earth,” declared the Virtual Eighth Martial God.

“The day she comes to Earth will certainly be Hartman’s end.

A single planet’s network can’t accommodate two Internal masters who have cultivated to such a level.”

At this point, the Virtual Eighth Martial God looked again at Xiangshan: “Not just those ‘old friends,’ but also my ‘new friends.’ Are Spring and Winter still alive?”

“You practiced my Inner Strength because you found a Magnetic Chain in a Green Forest Stronghold.

And the Green Forest got the Magnetic Chain because the Green Forest Men previously found my Magnetic Core Fabric on a corpse,” the Virtual Eighth Martial God said with a sigh.

“But the numbers don’t add up.

The Magnetic Core Fabric was a complete set, which also included all the Martial Studies you’ve researched over the years.

And what that brain specimen got was only a scarf,” said Native Xiangshan.

“Maybe Winter distributed the fabric to other people?”

“I hope so,” said the Virtual Eighth Martial God.

Native Xiangshan also felt that grief.

They shared a Biological Brain between two Personality Masks.

When the Virtual Eighth Martial God experienced sadness, neurotransmitters and hormones associated with negative emotions would be synthesized.

When the Personality Mask switched over to Xiangshan, how could those neurotransmitters and hormones just vanish instantly?

In the end, it amounted to “a person talking to themselves, then thinking of old friends whose fate is unknown.”

So, it was time for that person to try and divert their attention.

Native Xiangshan attempted to change the subject: “By the way, your memories include the appearance of the Six Dragons Sect, don’t they?”

“The ‘Six Dragons Sect’…” The Virtual Eighth Martial God showed a trace of seriousness on his face.

“While I was alive, I only traded with them without delving deeper—of course, that’s because some of them were lurking around Hartman.

Investigating them might have attracted Hartman’s attention, risking my exposure.”

“So you know very little about them as well?”

The Virtual Eighth Martial God nodded.

“They are very secretive.

I didn’t even know they were called the Six Dragons Sect…

Perhaps at that time, they weren’t even known by that name.

The organization has been around for a long time.”

When the Virtual Eighth Martial God referred to “a long time,” he was not just talking about the present moment, but also about the time when the Eighth Martial God met his end.

The Six Dragons Sect existed even before that.

“Yet an entity that has been around for so long is hardly known by anyone,” the Virtual Eighth Martial God lamented.

“That’s a very dangerous sign.”