Vita and Sa quickly received their orders to coordinate with Tesla.
First, they were to extract all the stored minors from the Venusian civilization, primarily those under the age of 12, to be resurrected as new lives and integrated into Earth's civilization.
This was a command of considerable skill.
Had Noldrei revived the Venusians as originally promised? He had, but he revived the children first. They were more likely to accept a new world and a new life, and they were also more malleable.
Once these children adapted to their new lives, their parents could then be selected for revival, and there would be family members ready to receive them.
"Vita, transmit the data. And be sure to package the facial data along with it."
It was just like character creation. When Sa had created her proxy and given her the name Vita, she had done the exact same thing.
The only difference was Noldrei's chosen method. Sa had needed a proxy, a slave to do her work, in other words. Didn't you see how she'd even driven a digital lifeform away with her demands?
Vita wasn't particularly keen on working with Sa. Besides not wanting to see a face identical to her own, it was Sa's attitude that always left her speechless.
Gods and ghosts, all of it was bullshit!
In the end, hadn't it all just boiled down to a power struggle between different levels of strength? Noldrei was already so powerful, and even when his subordinate seized the authority of the Cocoon of Finality, he never acted like some 'god'.
One could only imagine what it was like to work under Sa every day.
"How's life on Venus? I heard Mr. Noldrei assigned you to be a cosmic farmer? Is life over there treating you well?"
Vita was very curious. Now that the Cocoon of Finality had bent the knee, it was even easier for Noldrei to deal with Sa.
Vita even considered whether she should egg Sa on to rebel. But considering Sa's intelligence, she decided to give up on the idea.
If Sa really did try some funny business, wouldn't the revival of the Venusian people become a distant dream?
Sa subconsciously frowned.
As she gradually regained her emotions, Sa was beginning to dislike Vita. Because Vita also used the memories of the past Vita, and Sa had those same memories.
This clash of the past made the two of them always feel a sense of mutual dislike.
'This traitor who sold out the Venusian civilization is mocking me?'
But Sa didn't dare to openly declare that she represented the Venusian civilization. An old slave driver who had kept the Venusians sealed away for hundreds of millions of years without reviving them.
The Venusians in her hands couldn't even live as people, while the Earthlings were already preparing to revive the Venusian civilization. They had already started arranging the first batch of candidates for revival.
Sa said with a cold face, "If you want to come to Venus, I can take you there. I've built it up very well, so you don't need to worry. Since you're already that person's subordinate, you should just do your job properly instead of trying to provoke me like a child."
Vita clicked her tongue in amazement. "How terrifying! I never thought the Director would educate you so well. Your emotional systems and social thinking have completely returned. You even know how to protect yourself in a position of social weakness. Hey? By the way, Sa, do you want to know what the Council's judgment on you is?"
Sa's fists clenched. She really wanted to punch Vita in the face.
But she didn't dare...
Her face turned ashen, and she remained silent.
Vita truly hadn't expected that Sa, who had so thoroughly modified herself, would still retain the facial ability to change color. This made her even more satisfied with the current Sa.
"In view of your actions of enslaving and ravaging numerous civilizations, the maliciousness of your ideology has transcended ordinary political error. Therefore, Sa... your 'slave status' will likely continue until the day Mr. Noldrei dies of old age."
"Ah, my apologies. I forgot that Mr. Noldrei very likely cannot die of old age."
"What? You're thinking of hitting me? I have a political position on the Council, and I hold a crucial role in communicating with the resurrected Venusians in the future. Do you really want to fight me?"
"Don't look at me so frighteningly. How about... you kill yourself?"
"I learned a very interesting phrase in Earth's civilization."
"Give me liberty, or give me death."
"Such a terrifying phrase, isn't it, Sa... You're not worse than those ordinary people from Earth's history, are you? Right?"
The power of Vita's words was immense.
It felt just like when Durandal had mocked her.
But the one saying these words wasn't the being who had defeated her, but an existence that had, from the very beginning, been in her hands, beneath her station.
The world turned upside down! The slave was riding on the master's head!
Even though Sa's heart raged like a solar flare, she didn't dare to lay a single finger on Vita.
If she dared to make a move, never mind whether she had a chance of winning...
Just Kevin alone, the one who had single-handedly usurped the Cocoon of Finality, was more than she could handle.
If he came over and gave her a couple of smacks, she'd probably be dead in an instant.
"Venus... Venus... The reconstruction of Venus still needs me."
Hearing Sa's explanation, Vita nodded lightly and smiled. "Sa, I acknowledge your importance to the Venusian civilization, but even I can easily replace you in this job. As you get closer to finishing the reconstruction of Venus, your life will become less and less important."
"The Director, you see, asked me to give you a message."
"If you consider shaving your head and putting on these clothes to go see him, he will consider arranging other work for you."
"What do you think?"
Vita smiled as she handed Sa a new set of clothes.
Sa stared in astonishment at the clothes Vita handed her.
The mere thought of Noldrei's 'education' extinguished any flicker of resistance in her.
Even though that guy had only done it to force her to truthfully confess about the tentacles buried in the Sea of Quanta.
Sa had already been traumatized by Noldrei's education.
A senior of over a hundred million years old, humiliated like this... The thought of suicide on the spot...
She didn't dare let it rise.
Noldrei wouldn't give her the chance to die. Even now, Sa couldn't just die if she wanted to.
"I understand."
Sa obediently took the clothes from Vita and complied with her words.
Vita's expression didn't change at all, but in her heart, she was completely in awe of Noldrei's methods.
There was no such instruction from Noldrei. It was all just her, spouting nonsense under Noldrei's name. There was no such boring order.
But the current Sa didn't even have the courage to go ask Noldrei for confirmation.
Sa estimated the probability of Vita lying was eighty percent, but she didn't even dare to bet on the remaining twenty. One could only imagine what she had suffered at the hands of His Majesty the Emperor.
'Incredible. She'd rather play the fool than go and ask the Director directly.'
A chill ran down Vita's spine. She didn't even dare to entertain any clever ideas.
Sa was certainly no saint, but was she, Vita, the proxy from the Sea of Quanta, a good person?
'The Director isn't really going to settle scores with me, is he?'
'That's 'The Deep' we're talking about! Am I, with my meager stature, even worthy of the Director's notice?'