The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse Chapter 1445: Spending Time With Lista

Klaus patiently awaited Lista's words.

Though shy by nature, her passion for the topic ought to overcome her timidity. Should she fail to do so, she might prove hopeless.

"I just wrapped up reading it lately, yet it discusses how confining your mind could somehow broaden your cognitive capacities. The author argued that cognitive overload strikes solely when the mind lacks the organization to juggle numerous tasks concurrently."

Klaus gave a nod and grin. "He appears to be on the right track. Still, how does he plan to build that structure he mentions?"

"The article posits that cultivating and duplicating the mind would yield the intricate framework. He even introduced a dynamic matrix enabling multiple minds at once."

Klaus grinned inwardly, aware that although the Hivemind remained enigmatic even to his eighth incarnation, sharing the first Paragon's soul might have planted the idea subconsciously.

The Hivemind exists for real. Currently, he manages 500 minds in unison. He couldn't fathom his potential growth, yet he realized he had barely begun to explore it.

Should he ever handle 1 million minds together one day, the limits of his achievements would be unimaginable.

"What are your thoughts? Could we clone brains and link them in a network?"

Lista gazed at him silently for moments before nodding. "I've mulled over this book several times, and each time, I wonder how to house so many minds with just one head on your shoulders," she said with a smile, recognizing the silliness of her remark.

Yet Klaus just smirked and replied:

"Your thinking is indeed silly. That said, it's far from impossible. The mind holds far more versatility than you imagine. Rather than a tiny bottle, envision it as an expansive space or domain capable of holding thousands.

Thus, by first cultivating your mind space to vast proportions for storing extra minds, cloning it—or whatever method you prefer—becomes feasible."

"Framed that way, the book starts to click. But how confident are you that mind space can expand enough to clone and store infinite minds?

Not to mention the cloning process itself. Is that even doable?"

"You'll need to puzzle that out alone. What I do know is that an expansive mind space makes incorporating additional minds entirely possible."

"Thanks for the wisdom. I'll reflect on it now."

Klaus nodded, certain that revealing the Hivemind would doom her. The heavens would never permit such a taboo technique to spread so freely.

The Hivemind shattered every known rule. Should she learn of it and its cultivation, the heavens might slay her immediately—or she'd inevitably challenge them later.

Yet if she discovers it independently, even without matching the Hivemind, she could unlock an entirely new realm of mind cultivation.

Nothing in the rules barred her path to greater power.

"Beyond the serenity, what other reason draws you here?"

"I enjoy solitude. It's refreshing to avoid interruptions."

"Beyond that? You didn't pick this spot solely for peace. True seclusion awaits if that's all you seek." Klaus leaned in closer, inquiring, "What secrets are you keeping, Lista?"

She pulled her head back from Klaus and twisted away. "N-Nothing."

Klaus chuckled, rising to his feet. He strolled to the mountain's brink and heaved a deep sigh. "Care to accompany me to the Falling Isle?"

One of Planet Caelmir's three enigmas, the Falling Isle has endured from the planet's earliest life, persisting long after Magnus's departure and return.

Magnus had often heard tales of it, but his brief lifespan then denied him the opportunity to witness it.

Having come back now, visiting all the sites he missed before felt obligatory. "It could be enjoyable, you see. I relish diving into intricate topics like you. Though I don't know you well, I've observed enough to sense your scholarly ambitions.

Incidentally, I was once invited to the Knowledge Tower. Thus, I possess considerable knowledge, and should you wish, I'd mentor you personally."

Lista refrained from dismissing his suggestion as she might with others.

Still, strolling publicly with a man unsettled her. Lista preferred avoiding the spotlight, particularly alongside males.

Such visibility could spark rumors. Yet, as Klaus noted, her scholarly dreams made rejecting this prime chance unthinkable.

She was already captivated by the Paragon's existence, eager to uncover every detail about him.

No chance she'd pass up learning more about Klaus, currently a striking redhead.

"Okay."

Descending the mountain, they headed for the Falling Isle. With no pressing matters, Klaus welcomed the wander.

Rory had befriended Mio and Miko, now tagging along with them. She appeared thrilled, so Klaus left her be.

Nevertheless, after a full day of traversing various spots, Klaus and Lista came back to the estate, where his wives gathered with the individual he yearned to meet above all.

Upon his arrival a week prior, he'd heard his uncle was in seclusion. But another he'd overlooked existed: his grandma.

He hadn't willfully forgotten; it stemmed from the repercussion of her lost god core. As queen of the Death Angel race, her divinity stemmed from her people's devotion.

Losing it abruptly equaled tearing away her soul and essence. Periodically, she loses herself in time, roaming days before reappearing.

Only by embracing her destiny, relinquishing godhood for immortality, would these episodes cease—lest she fade away forever.

Klaus rejoiced at seeing her, but her condition's revelation soured his spirits. He vowed the culprits behind her suffering must perish, restoring her law core.