Frostfire Legacy

Chapter 142: Preserved Data Storage

The energy supply to the other floors was cut off, but not physically. It was more because the breakers for the said floors tripped, stopping the flow of electricity toward them. Thankfully, Aster knew where the breaker box was, and moved toward it.

As they moved as one big group, Mistelle started to mutter something to herself.

"Amazing... It's my first time seeing such a long-lasting Preservation Magic applied to an entire facility."

Aster couldn't help but be curious about her words. "Preservation Magic? What's that?"

Aster was new to the concept of magic and skills; as such, it was normal that he didn't know it. However, even Cassy and Kali didn't look like they knew about it.

"Preservation magic is a spell that's used to let an object retain its physical state for as long as the spell's effect lasts," Mistelle explained while looking around.

"Usually, it would lose effect in a decade or so, but... this place is 2,500+ years old, right? The longest duration of preservation magic recorded in history was just 100 years, and that's done with the help of all level 1,000 mages in their generation working in tandem until they fainted of mana depletion."

"..."

Hearing this, Aster quickly found what was "amazing" about the preservation magic in this laboratory. First of all, it lasted not just a hundred, but over a thousand years, breaking the record a couple dozen times over. Referencing it with what Mistelle said, this feat would be impossible without about 25 generations' worth of hard work!

As they were discussing things about magic, they soon reached the breakers. Aster quickly moved forward and checked all of it, before flipping the ones for the 10th underground floor's computers and lights.

With just a few seconds' delay, the lights all turned on, lighting up the entire core room. It was so bright that their shadows were barely visible now.

"Good, it's still working." Aster smiled.

He was worried that the bulbs had already burned out ages ago, but there didn't seem to be any problems.

"Then, let's split up and check the computers scattered all over this floor," Helvetica commanded, splitting up the job equally among everyone.

Other than Aster, who already had an idea where to look, the rest divided the sections to themselves and began checking the computers that finished booting.

"Woah, what an old system! Is this a physical keyboard?! With this pristine condition, it could fetch hundreds of millions on F-Buy!!!"

Even Kali was unable to hold her excitement upon seeing "ancient" technological artifacts before her. She was getting tempted to pluck one off and sell it for pocket money!

Of course, she wouldn't do such a thing without asking for Aster's permission. After all, he was the last descendant of the original owner of the place. Meaning, he had all the rights to whatever was in there.

"..."

The said person, Aster, was busy looking through the logs of the reactor, however. He was checking the very first log, in the hopes that something was written on it. However, there were gazillions of lines of logs present, covering the entire 2,500 years that he was asleep.

He didn't give up, of course, and instead of checking the logs on the logger, he just went to the folder and ordered them from oldest to newest. Then, he opened the oldest log, and read its contents.

"... I knew it."

He grumbled, before closing the log. Then, he leaned against the computer and closed his eyes, trying to put his emotions under control. After a while, he took a deep breath and finally calmed down.

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What he saw in the log, was the short log about his father, Roger Mistral, extending the capacity of the reactor from a couple of decades to about 5,000 years.

The amount of nuclear fuel rods he collected in this place was more than enough to cause the Fourth World War!

'And all that, just to help me out...' Aster felt a pang in his heart.

He could tell that his parents didn't give up until the very end!

"But still, 5,000 years? So this means I woke up 2,500 years earlier than they expected?"

Looking around the tenth floor, and learning about preservation magic, he could understand how it lasted in such a pristine state for such a long period. However, a question also came to him at the same time.

'If they can cast preservation magic on the entire 10th underground floor, then why not include the 9th floor in it too?'

If that wasn't possible, they could also try to move the pod to the 10th floor instead, so that it wouldn't deteriorate at all.

"No, stop..."

Aster shook his head, chasing such thoughts away. He came here to find answers, not to look for more questions! After that, he checked out the first few logs until he found what he was looking for—a clue.

{

December 15, 2051 19:57:11.97

We have discovered that Aster Mistral's Nameless Disease is caused by a blessing from -$@------ beyond the observable universe. However, we have deemed that it would be impossible for him to survive until he could gain the right to claim the said blessing.

*#(@(------12lgida__192837-- ----------- -til we find a way to solve it, we need to extend his life for as long as possible. For the detailed plan, we have created a special databank protected with a time-lock spell to prevent deterioration.

Aster, my son. If you're reading this, then that means our plan succeeded. Survive, and never give up. Just like you promised.

}

Aster paused for a bit. Other than the corrupted sections of the log, he did gain more than enough information.

"Mother and Father... they did realize the truth about my disease."

He felt a sense of pride welling up from deep in his heart. His parents, as expected, were the best!

He quickly wiped the tears, threatening to drip down the corner of his eyes, before taking on a serious expression. Then, he honed in on a part of the log and muttered to himself. "Databank..."

He started to look around, looking for anything that was inconspicuous, but stood out at the same time. Such a location would be the first choice of Aster's father if he were to hide something important, after all.

After looking around, Aster found the control podium for the Nuclear reactor, quickly ran for it, and cracked open the podium's stand. Inside it, other than the few wires for the controls, was a single block, an obsidian-colored cube, resting on top of a small glass case.

"This is..." Aster stared at the item, before carefully lifting it to his hands. "A Cube Storage?"