The Shell of the Mycelium base was so abrupt, but it just happened. A human language shuts down a facility that belongs to mushrooms! Alan can only assume that the base builder must have a human to join, Alan has been very clear about who the human is, but before this Alan did not know that he is still a real two-five boy!
Alan had no time to think so, so he drove the windboot down the corridor. When he first entered, Alan would try to walk away, fearing that the light would suddenly appear and rush towards him and that his life would be answered directly. But after a dozen meters, it was almost to the place where Luan Zhuo exploded, and none of the white beams appeared. Just as Alan wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, he heard a voice urging him to die.
"Automatic defense, restart progress, 50%..."
Oh, my God. I've been in here 10 seconds, and you're halfway there? Alan was so frightened that before he could even begin to curse, he was stopped by the Wind charm. At the end of the spell, the wind whirled around Alan's windboots, pushing them with so much whirl that at once they were beyond full speed and hurtling forward, so much alchemy and arcane that the speed of the windboots was so impressive that in a matter of seconds they could see across the corridor!
Alan almost lunged to the exit of the corridor at the fastest speed he had ever experienced in his life, losing his balance for a moment, and in the end, would have hit the ground if he had not caught hold of a table around him. A moment later, the Germinal voice sounded, and the corridor of light beams made a loud noise, and then several light networks began to move back and forth, starting at the exit where Alan was and moving to the entrance before dispersing. If Alan had been any slower, he would no doubt have been swept straight across the beam, leaving him with the same fate as Luan Zhuo.
Now that the crisis was over, it was the cryptic phrase that interested Alan: "All beings see only the spirit of the Germinal spirit and human folly, but all beings are equal under the heaven."
This quote comes from the world's only great human master Elvin Sanders's groundbreaking work, "Arcane and its language carriers." Every sentence in this book, the first true work of implantology, has been talked about by Arcane experts for more than twenty years, but this one is not widely known because it appears only on the title page of Sher's edition of the great work.
Elvin's book was first written in Sekowebo so that most Arcane practitioners could read it in their common language. But Elvin himself was a Chellnabian. Communication between the northern peninsular empire and the archipelago was scarce, and the country was almost exclusively in its language. To make things easier for its Arcanists, who were mostly royalty, Elvin planned to write Chellnabian's silent version.
But Elvin, who was not a master demon at that time, did not realize that his research results were too important and had too great an impact. Two years later, the Lingua Franca edition had been circulated among all the Arcane Arcanists of the archipelago and the peninsula. There was no longer much demand from the Arcanists of the Peninsula for a version in their language, so the edition was out of print as soon as it appeared, and was never updated or widely known except for the original few dozen.
This edition of the sheepskin book is of little use value. After all, who would want to read a particularly niche language edition when there is a universal edition of Secowibo? Among Arcanists who know of the existence of this book, it is a perfect example of the value of no market. Here there is a price without a market is a derogatory term: less to sell expensive, sell expensive to sell out, sell cheap, and reluctant to give up, so never sell out.
Alan had always needed to read Arcane and its Language when he had first decided, some years ago, to hit the southern wall of magic. In a place as arcane as Bido Heads and too weak to read, most Arcane books were scarce products, and no one would sell them to him, even if he rode all over the island in his carriage. The scrolls are treasured, and an Arcane expert in incantation would be happy to have one. And sell it?
At this time, the friend with whom he had grown up, "Two Fool" Link, was leaving Bido Heads to join the army at Vanoy. Alan had no choice but to ask Link, an Epp vigilante, to look for him when he was on duty. If you can, visit Silverland, a Vanoy ally, and bring back a copy of the Great Master's book.
Months later, when he received Link's package, Alan nearly gushed. Link, a fool who did not understand the market, sent back a copy of Sher's silent version of "Language Carrier" at great expense! Alan had no choice but to endure the smoke of anger and taught himself to read in Shell's silence, though he had thus learned Shell's silence, only to be scolded as much as he could on Link's next visit to Bido Heads.
When Alan had a chance to look at the common-language edition of the sheepskin, he noticed that on the flyleaf of Sher's silent edition had been added the words:
"All living beings only see the spirit of the spirit and human ignorance, but all living beings are equal under the heaven."
Why Elvin would appear in different versions of the text, Alan did not know, the Great Master always has his considerations. Alan couldn't figure out what Elvin had to do with the base, but he knew it had to do with it! It can't be a coincidence that Elvin, the only human sorcerer, is so closely related to Mycelium! It was unexpected to see the traces of human sorcerers in the Bacterial-spirit building, and there was so little communication between the races. Fortunately, what Elvin did was to sell his Bacterial-spirit teammates, leaving a back door to such a heavily guarded base. Who could bear it?
Alan could not ask Elvin to confirm all this; after all, he was the Master, the Father of Arcane art, the Hope of mankind... This whole line of prefixes, where is Alan going to see? Not to mention the fact that Master Sanders hasn't had a tail in years.
It was only after a brief respite that Alan noticed the scene. At the other end of the corridor would have been the entire base's control room, with several rows of identical consoles connected, a scale that would have been spectacular if it had been filled with controllers. Only now, the base is empty. There's nothing left. Alan picked a console at random, opened the projection, and found that the console here, too, had only the simplest functions. Click on the column of "map" in Mycteri that you found on the first floor, and a much more complex and detailed set of base structures is projected.
Six-story structure. The map of the underground structure Alan had found was only three levels, ending at the newly passed defense corridor, and the control room map supplemented what was at the base three levels down. The control level was three floors underground, and there were three more below. It was hard to understand what was going on inside the first two floors, and the signs were all in Mycelial. There was nothing Alan could do except express confusion.
On the fourth floor was painted a large drill bit, which Alan suspected was used to dig for minerals, perhaps also to provide energy. After all, there was a constant supply of energy deep inside the site, which must have been supported by a large power source. This was probably the meaning of the obvious drill bit logo.
The fifth floor has a simpler structure: three rooms, a few explanatory characters, and nothing. But judging from the size of the projection, this layer occupies a particularly large space, and even the height of a layer is four or five times the height of a layer and two layers, even more than ten meters.
"Does just one floor take up more than half the volume of the site?" Alan stroked his chin and made a guess. The purpose of this base is to either study or protect something on this fifth floor. The base is still there, and half of it is still powered, but there are still some of the contents of this fifth layer! If we can find our way into this massive fifth floor, we'll be able to find out a little bit about the purpose of the northern germinals, and even find some heritage! Alan wanted it, but he didn't want it very badly. It was as if he had left the forest early. Everything else was false.
The structure of the last floor was completely different, and Alan's hopes of escape were raised. Two long pipes, so long that the projection map doesn't even have a stop sign, just characters indicating the destination, which must be the rest of the base exit! Alan was right. There would be more than one entrance to the vast underground structure. Once the entrance was attacked or even controlled, the people inside the base would need another way to get out. And now Alan had found alternate entrances and exits, two of them!
Then the goal became simple. Alan needed to get to the last floor of the entire base, then find a way out of it, and see how long the derailment would take him to the outside of McCabe's Forest!
Get out of here! Right here!