Early the next morning, Yu Sheng didn't do anything else but first went to the mountain valley. Everywhere in the valley, Erin was running around. Alright, that might be a bit of an exaggeration, considering the valley now covers a vast area and contains numerous subsets of spaces generated by Exotic Realm, even with four groups of mass-produced dolls spread across the place, there aren't actually that many. But, undeniably, in areas where the dolls are most concentrated—such as around the teleportation hub and Fairy Tale Town—Erin is indeed everywhere. Some are being chased around by doll heads in the town, some are helping clean the streets and alleys, some are helping take care of the generators, water pumps, and similar facilities, and many dolls without tasks are wandering about, on rooftops, treetops, and the wild everywhere. Yu Sheng even saw a few that got lost and trapped in a loop, bumping against walls at the castle until they fainted and were carried back by other passing dolls for a reset... Yu Sheng sat on the stairs in front of the castle with Little Red Riding Hood, watching a line of mass-produced Erins pass by carrying small spades from the open space not too far away. He didn't know what they were up to, and then in the corner of his eye, another doll slipped while helping lay roof tiles and rolled off, getting stuck on some treetop. Within seconds, other dolls rushed over with bamboo poles to poke their trapped companion down. "These dolls running around have now become a part of the town's scenery, and everyone has gotten quite used to them," Little Red Riding Hood said with a smile on her face, "Though small in size, they help a lot as well. They can understand simple instructions for easy tasks and can learn complex tasks if demonstrated a few times—no need for Erin to control them personally." Yu Sheng was relieved: "That's good, I was initially worried that the increase in doll numbers would trouble you all." "Not at all—these mass-produced dolls are actually much more trouble-free than their 'original,' Little Red Riding Hood waved her hand, "Just that due to their small size and simple minds, they occasionally get stuck in strange places, like falling into pits or hanging from trees, but if truly stuck, they will call for help loudly, and the mass-produced dolls will assist each other, so there's no need to worry too much." She paused for a moment and then added, "Mr. Yun quite likes them too. He's planning to set up a pill room on the east side of the town and has called a lot of dolls to help. He says these mass-produced Erins are very spiritual and have something called Innate Spiritual Bone, far beyond ordinary mechanical puppets. Given time, they might even awaken their Spirit Root, though I don't quite understand. It seems he's trying to help these dolls in Foundation Establishment... Yu Sheng was taken aback, and images of Yun Qingzi, a figure embodying essence and Dao, teaching earnest sermons in front of a group of dolls emerged involuntarily in his mind. But the image was too outlandish to proceed with, and snapping back to reality, he saw a mass-produced Erin calmly walking by—a little figure that stopped a few steps away, staring with blank fish eyes, unmoving. Follow current novᴇls on 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝔫𝔢𝔱 Mass-produced dolls often gather , mostly out of simple curiosity in their minds towards the "big humanoid entities" appearing in their field of vision. Yu Sheng didn't pay much attention and casually muttered, "…looks foolish." As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the doll's eyes turn, pupils swiftly gaining highlights, and then she dashed over, "You're the one that's foolish! I was just curious about what you were doing and came to take a look, and here you are talking bad about me!" Yu Sheng laughed and casually picked up the little thing to place beside him, quickly changing the subject, "Speaking of which, is everything fine? There are nearly ten thousand 'clones' now, even if it's just to maintain their most basic mobility, can you manage?" Erin understandably nodded, "Yes." Yu Sheng pondered while rubbing his chin, "…This doesn't seem like what I initially thought." "It's not what I thought initially either," Erin, occupying a temporary mass-produced body, appeared thoughtful while swaying idly, "I used to worry that having more bodies to control would make my mind less efficient, and that so many unforeseen 'clones' might slow my thinking down, like becoming a C-shaped cocoon…but somehow, after surpassing three groups of these mass-produced shells, I found instead..." She paused, organizing her thoughts with her head raised, "It felt 'easier'? Or maybe even more 'enlightened'?" Yu Sheng looked at this small doll, perplexed: "Huh?" "Have you not noticed?" Erin puffed out her chest confidently, "Haven't you noticed I've been smarter and sharper recently?" "I haven't," Yu Sheng said without hesitation, "If anything, I'd say you've been chattier than usual…hey, let go! Let go! Let go!" Erin bit Yu Sheng's arm, her eyes glaring round, "Yu Sheng you darn!" Yu Sheng struggled mightily to detach the small doll from his arm, holding her by the back of the neck at a safe distance, ignoring her flailing, and after a thorough observation, finally set her down: "Seriously, you really feel more 'at ease' after the number of mass-produced shells exceeded a certain amount?" Erin stood with her hands on her hips, "Yeah, why would I lie to you?" Upon hearing this, Yu Sheng's eyebrows furrowed tightly. "For now, don't manufacture any more mass-produced units—not even one." He suddenly spoke. Erin looked at him surprised: "Why?" Yu Sheng furrowed his brows, momentarily unsure how to explain his subtle intuition and caution to this little figure—having learned of the connection between "Erin" and the "Omen Goddess," he is now extra sensitive to any changes in the little doll's mindset and spiritual state. But at the moment, this faint, forming caution lacks grounding, and after organizing his words for a long time, he hesitantly explained: "I'm worried that the unstable part of your mind is taking the opportunity to activate..." He paused again, feeling this explanation too general; considering the little doll's comprehension ability, she probably couldn't understand. Just as he was contemplating how to further explain, Erin abruptly nodded: "Oh, alright." Yu Sheng looked astonished: "You understood?" "No!" Erin replied confidently. "But you're smarter than me, we agreed last time that you'd think through complex problems for me," Erin continued confidently, "this problem seems very complex, so you must have thought about it for me. Let's just do as you said." He never expected this little thing to give up thinking under such logic. But the next second, seeing the puppet with such self-assured and confident appearance, he couldn't help but laugh. "Alright, let's do as I said." Erin was pleased and sat beside Yu Sheng again, swinging her legs in satisfaction for a while, then suddenly asked: "So what do we do next?" "There's nothing planned for today, just rest up, save energy," Yu Sheng squinted his eyes, "come evening, we'll invite the King, oh, and the little nephew—he should be rested by today, let's take another trip to the 'Dark Alley'." Deep within the Special Service Bureau, on a hidden floor. The long corridor was empty and silent, the light from the ceiling cast an unusual chill, a tall silhouette walked leisurely down the corridor, the sound of heels clicking on the ground echoed between the walls. Baili Qing raised her head, looking at the connecting section ahead, marked with various danger levels and permission warnings. Aside from the warning signs up ahead, the entire corridor was pure white along the way. Wearing a white suit dress, with her pale hair color, Baili Qing's figure seemed to "blend" into the corridor. She calmly watched ahead, her faded eyes reflecting the door at the exit, only after a long time did she withdraw her gaze and, as if speaking to the air, said: "Today the 'Archives' seems quite calm." "It was rather lively here right after Anka Aela fell," Baili Xue's voice sounded beside her, her eyes appeared on the left wall, "…the whole building was lively." Baili Qing acknowledged with a hum and continued forward, she passed the warning signs in the connecting section, completed permission authentication at a turnstile, and then pushed open the seemingly ordinary door at the end of the corridor. "Creak" was the sound of the door opening, as if echoing in an extremely vast space, a space of intertwined black and white came into Baili Qing's view. Clearly within a floor of the Special Service Bureau Building, yet opposite the door was vast emptiness! The Dark Chaos space seemed endless, with countless large and small gray-white boulders floating in front of the standalone door. On each boulder stood numerous pale and giant bookshelves—countless scripts lay quietly on the shelves, each shelf was very tall and large, and many upper parts of the shelves appeared fragmented, pieces extending to the dark depths. Outside the towering bookshelves were fractured white walls and broken, floating pillars—these shattered structures were adorned with lavish and intricate relief patterns, faintly presenting a time of bygone splendor. The entire space was like a shattered pure white library, floating in a time-space that has ceased to exist. Baili Qing was clearly very familiar with this place, she went straight onto a gray-white boulder suspended in mid-air, then followed a continuous floating path towards the center of those bookshelves. Countless low and indistinct whispers drifted from between the nearby shelves, seemingly discussing, interspersed with greetings. Then, a hoarse and aged voice came from the end of the path: "Ah, the colorless descendant—you've come again."