[Start of Audio and Visual Recording]

  Initial analysis of the entity on the throne confirms the hypothesis. [Central Target Analysis]: Face recognized. 99.7% match with the image of the "Happy King" in data file "Arda-04".

  "You... you're smiling?"

  The sound was emitted from "Hong Min." His voice was filled with disbelief. Then, the disbelief turned into pure rage.

  "You son of a whore!" he screamed, his echo reverberating in the silent hall. "Your civilization is destroyed, your people are annihilated, and you die here smiling? You coward!"

  [Alert: Change detected in the state of objects surrounding the target.]

  The swords embedded in the king's body began to vibrate, emitting a low hum. Then, in a single, synchronized motion, they pulled themselves out of the dead body and flew into the air, aiming their ghostly blades toward us.

  Activating defense protocol. I moved to intercept them with the "Ash Blade."

  The spectral swords passed through my blade as if it wasn't there. [Error: Attack is non-physical.]

  One of the swords pierced my chest, causing a temporary system error. Another sword pierced "Hong Min's" chest directly.

  [Alert: Vital signs of unit 'Hong Min' have reached zero. Cardiac function ceased. The entity is clinically dead.] [Severe energy fluctuation. Complete loss of spatial data. Recalibrating...] [Location Update: Bedroom.]

  The location is different. Warm stone walls, a large bed, and personal furniture. The "Hong Min" unit is lying next to me on the floor. [Critical Logic Error: Vital signs of unit 'Hong Min' have returned to normal function. Previous and current data are contradictory. Data incomprehensible.]

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  Hong Min gasped a violent gasp, like a drowning man breaking the surface for air. He placed a hand on his chest, his eyes wide with pure terror.

  "I... I felt it..." he whispered, then he fell to his knees and began to vomit violently. "Death... so cold... disgusting!"

  He started to cry, not out of sadness, but out of shock and horror.

  While the organic entity was in a state of collapse, I began analyzing the new environment. The room is not luxurious, but personal. Star maps on the walls, complex board games on a table, and a strange stringed musical instrument in the corner.

  On the main wall, there was a series of etched metal plates. Plate One: The king hugging Arda. Plate Two: The king with another person, whose build is similar to "Hong Min's," but whose features are unclear. This person is holding the "Ash Blade" in its white scabbard. Plate Three: The king with his people in a green garden. Underneath this image, there were very fine inscriptions.

  [Linguistic Analysis of the inscriptions on the third plaque.] [Written Language: Nuraniyya. My language.] [Initiating Translation...] [Translation Complete: "O, my brother... I am sorry... for I took away their freedom."] [End of Linguistic Analysis.]

  1 hour and 37 minutes passed. "Hong Min" is still curled up in a corner, trembling. [Logical Analysis]: The hunger levels of "Hong Min" are exceeding safe limits.

  I approached him. "You must consume food."

  He screamed incomprehensible words, but after a few minutes, he took out a piece of bat meat and began to eat it slowly.

  After another hour, he stood up. [Analytical Note]: Recovery response is faster than expected. Minor changes in movement patterns and voice tone have been detected. Is the unit adapting to repeated trauma?

  Ten minutes after he finished eating, the energy fluctuation occurred again. [Severe energy fluctuation. Location Update: Massive dining hall.] [Atmospheric Analysis: High concentrations of methane and hydrogen sulfide particles, resulting from large-scale decomposition of organic materials.]

  The scene: A hall large enough for hundreds of entities. Long tables stretch endlessly. On the tables, silver plates and crystal goblets.

  But everything is covered in a thick layer of black dust. What was once a lavish feast is now just rotting, dried remains, and the smell of death and time fills the place.

  [End of Recording]