Chapter 530: The Descendant Lost?  (6)

[TL/N: Read my new work - Detective Conan: I'm a Succubus?!] 

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"If you lose, it's fine to lose." 

Fujiwara looked at the chessboard in front of him and smiled. He didn't seem upset at all. To him, losing just meant there was still room for improvement in his go skills—it didn't mean he'd lost in the game of life. 

If anything, it was just motivation to try again in the future. 

"Forget it. As long as you're enjoying yourself, that's what matters. But during this time, you should really focus on improving your Go. If there's another chance, I'll take you to play with Alpha Dog again," Alexander said. 

"Huh?" Fujiwara's face lit up with excitement at the mention. "Really? Then, Mr. Alexander, can you talk to them about moving this machine to my house? That way, I can play chess with it all the time!" 

Alexander's expression froze. 

'What the heck? You want to take their stuff home? Are you insane?' 

"Fujiwara… uh, that's someone else's property. We can't just take it, right? Besides, it's just an AI program. I promise, when I get a chance, I'll bring you something even better from another world." 

Alexander tried his best to console Fujiwara, but on the other side, Kato Koichi's face darkened. 

Recently, anything involving Alexander seemed to draw widespread attention. And now, Alexander's casual words came off as disrespectful toward Alpha Dog, a representative program from their District. 

For the sake of his pride, Kato Koichi had to say something. 

"Mr. Alexander, I'd like to remind you—our Alpha Dog is quite advanced. In terms of Go, even in your so-called anime worlds, I doubt anyone could stand a chance against our Alpha Dog." 

Kato Koichi's words were firm. 

He had studied Alexander's works extensively. While many of his anime worlds depicted incredibly advanced technology—even at a cosmic level—none seemed to feature particularly strong Go players. 

Alexander's expression darkened. 'What? Is he looking down on me?' 

Although Alexander felt slightly embarrassed, he couldn't deny the truth. Fujiwara's Go skills were exceptional within his anime universe. But if Alexander had extracted Fujiwara's abilities earlier and combined them with his own fully developed brain—enhanced by countless powers—perhaps he could have defeated Alpha Dog. 

But now… 

"Am I, Alexander, really going to cross countless worlds only to be humiliated by a machine?" 

Alexander sighed helplessly. It wasn't like this was a battle he could win with sheer force. What was he supposed to do? Destroy everything? No way—Alexander wasn't a brute. 

"Hey, can even the descendant lose?" 

"Come on, the descendant isn't invincible. You wouldn't expect sports cars from a racing show to outrun spaceships, right? Fujiwara isn't a computer. How could he outperform one?" 

"True, true. Still, it's a shame." 

"So the descendant… can't do it after all?" 

The comments made Alexander feel even more awkward. However, before he could respond, Schwi stepped forward. 

"Alexander, I want to play against Alpha Dog," she declared coldy. 

Alexander blinked in surprise. "Huh? Are you sure? You… don't even know how to play Go, do you?" 

"I didn't at first," Schwi admitted, "but I've been observing it for a while. I've learned enough." 

Before Alexander could say anything, Kato Koichi interjected. 

"Mr. Alexander, if you don't mind, I'd be happy to let Miss Schwi play a match against Alpha Dog." 

'Wait, what? She managed to catch up in this short time?' 

Alexander was at a loss for words. Meanwhile, Schwi's unwavering gaze rested on him as she said, 

"Alexander, let me take the stage. This time, I'll represent the descendants. I… will fight." 

Her determination was unmistakable. 

There was something else she didn't say out loud: she was doing this for Alexander. As the representative of the descendants, Schwi didn't want to see Alexander upset or humiliated. 

If Alexander had known what Schwi was thinking, he would have been deeply moved. For Schwi to express such a sentiment, it meant she was beginning to understand emotions—perhaps even the human heart. 

A machine developing emotions? 

Maybe Schwi was right: a dog without emotions was just a cold, inferior machine.