After a flurry of activity, Topaz finally tidied up the mess before her.
Life wasn't easy; Topaz and Numby sighed in unison.
Seeing Topaz in this state, Bai Luan couldn't help but feel fortunate that he had started at Herta's Home.
If he had joined the company from the start... he might truly have been a workhorse for the Interstellar Peace Corporation his whole life.
"After all that fuss, the whole world looks much more pleasing to the eye."
Topaz stretched her shoulders and gave Stelle an appreciative smile.
"This recipe of yours... it's quite interesting. Once I'm done with work, I'll come back and talk to you about it in detail."
"What do you want this recipe for?"
Topaz smiled slyly:
"Well, of course, it's for when I encounter annoying colleagues or difficult guests; I'll subtly serve them a special concoction like this."
She glanced at the time on her phone:
"I still have some free time, so give me another cup. Preferably something that makes me more eloquent, so I won't lose ground when haggling with those family spokesmen."
Stelle confidently patted her chest:
"Leave it to me!"
She then busied herself at the bar, beginning to mix a new special drink.
Bai Luan took this opportunity to chat with Topaz.
"How are things in Belobog?"
"I didn't expect Mr. Bai Luan to still remember Belobog."
"Of course I remember; after all, I still have some family assets there."
"It's Belobog's fortune to have your family assets."
Topaz's tone was sincere.
This was not flattery, but the truth.
The company had long since tacitly acknowledged Belobog as Bai Luan's sphere of influence, and all collaborations were carried out with extreme caution, fearing that the genius might become displeased and cause a major upheaval for the company.
History had repeatedly proven—do not provoke a genius who is capable and has a temper, or at the very least, they will create a universe-level crisis for you.
"The temperature is steadily rising, and the Creation Engine is clearing land and leveling the ground every day.
Although they've only learned a fraction of the knowledge you left behind, that fraction has greatly improved their lives.
All in all, everyone is doing well."
Bai Luan nodded in satisfaction.
"However, there's something I don't know if I should tell you..."
"What's wrong? Did someone from the company try to crack it and get repelled by my firewall?"
"...No, no, it's about the knowledge you left in Belobog."
"Oh, that."
Bai Luan remembered. It was a knowledge repository he had designed with a level-based challenge system to save trouble.
"What happened to that knowledge base?"
"It..."
Topaz chose her words carefully.
"It seems to have developed some self-awareness..."
Bai Luan paused, then asked:
"Did Clara input the source code you gave her into that robot?"
Topaz shook her head:
"No, it evolved to that level on its own."
"You mean, I left a knowledge base in Belobog, wrote a program to let it determine if the Jarilo-VI people had mastered the current stage of knowledge, and based on that, decide whether to unlock the next stage of learning—and now you're telling me this program started talking?"
Topaz nodded solemnly.
That's exactly what she had meant to convey.
"How else would you be a genius?"
She said with a serious expression.
Bai Luan took a deep breath, feeling countless complaints welling up with nowhere to go, finally deflating like a leaky balloon:
"Forget it, I'm used to it."
He shifted his focus in another direction:
"Since you brought it up, did it do anything bad?"
"Not really."
Topaz shook her head.
"It just suddenly spoke, startling Clara, and then suddenly disappeared, startling all of the Jarilo-VI people."
"And you say it didn't cause trouble?"
"No, no, that actually doesn't count as causing trouble."
Topaz explained.
"The scare it caused was more like the fright a parent feels when a newly born, naive child walks into the middle of the road unsupervised."
This analogy was quite apt; Bai Luan could almost imagine Bronya's expression upon hearing the news.
"Miss Topaz, when it comes to analogies, I'm willing to admit you're a genius."
"You flatter me, Mr. Bai Luan."
Topaz recounted the full story of the "disappearance incident":
After the knowledge base started speaking, it asked Clara to make it a simple body.
Clara naturally agreed, and the body connection went smoothly.
But the next day, it disappeared.
Clara immediately burst into tears, and eventually, Svarog and Bronya mobilized all of Belobog to search for it, finally finding it.
However, it hadn't intentionally scared anyone; it simply didn't know that it needed to report when going out.
Its reason for leaving was simple—it felt bored and wanted to walk around.
Afterward, it apologized to everyone.
Not a general "I apologize to everyone here," but finding each person individually to apologize.
How should I put it... this child is quite honest.
"How was the issue of it feeling bored and wanting to go out resolved?"
"Mr. Svarog consulted Mr. Screwllum and suggested to Miss Bronya that this machine be given designated break times.
Miss Bronya adopted this suggestion and established regular working hours for that robot."
"I didn't expect that after the machine gained consciousness, the first thing it did was find itself a job."
Bai Luan chuckled.
"Well, whatever, as long as it remembers its duties."
"You don't need to worry about that. It seems to view the duties you've given it as the meaning of its existence. Although it will want to rest, it won't abandon its responsibilities because of it."
Hmm... this rigid demeanor has a bit of the Path of Preservation about it.
Perhaps it developed this personality from frequent contact with the Jarilo-VI people.
Wait! No!
Bai Luan suddenly realized.
"Who did you say Svarog consulted just now?"
"Mr. Screwllum."
"Haha... this matter should indeed be brought to Screwllum. I should have known, I should have known long ago, haha..."
Bai Luan suddenly looked despondent.
Topaz glanced at him strangely. She keenly sensed the despondency in Bai Luan's tone but couldn't understand why.
Ugh... let's not think about it. It's normal for her not to understand the actions of a genius.
"Anyway, Miss Bronya named that machine 'Helel'.
Currently, Helel has a rich variety of recreational activities outside of work.
Miss Serval, exclaiming 'A robot band member is so rock and roll!', pulled it into her band.
Mr. Gepard is very worried that it will learn bad habits from his sister, so he occasionally tells it heroic stories of the Silvermane Guards, trying to guide it to establish correct values.
Hook says her mysterious little satchel has a lot in common with it and often seeks it out to play.
Clara regularly maintains its body and tries to upgrade it..."
Bai Luan listened to the ordinary yet interesting daily life of Helel and the Belobog people, a slight smile gracing his lips.
Although its birth was an accident, it was a beautiful accident.
He believed it would also contribute its strength to protecting Belobog in the future.
"Hmm, it seems I don't need to worry about it; it's doing very well."
"Hehehe... the special drink is here!"
Stelle walked over with the mixed special drink, then noticed the atmosphere was a bit peculiar.
"Hmm... have I come at the wrong time?"
"No,"
Bai Luan smiled at her.
"You've come at just the right time."