The template mission registered as complete, yet Frez felt absolutely zero sense of accomplishment.
The limitless information processing of the Six Eyes slowly dialed back to a resting hum, leaving him staring at the chat interface hovering in his vision.
The sheer, pathetic display Kiana had just put on during the live broadcast completely overshadowed any victory.
Back in the safety of their respective worlds, the group chat was already exploding with messages about the stream.
The delayed realization had finally hit Kiana.
Millions of people across different dimensions had just watched her flail around like a helpless idiot.
[Kiana: Aaaaah!
That was an accident!
A complete accident!
The Queen’s dignity is absolute!]
[Handsome Big Liar: We were never questioning your dignity.
Kiana is still a Queen full of majesty.]
[Kiana: Really?
Haha, I knew it.]
Frez exhaled a long breath, resting his chin in his hand.
Master Yixuan really needed to stop tricking the poor girl.
She was far too easy to manipulate.
There were wrong names in this world, but there were no wrong nicknames.
Yixuan’s title as the ‘Handsome Big Liar’ was entirely justified.
His bluffing skills were an absolute slaughter against someone with Kiana’s intellect.
If Yixuan sold her to a human trafficker, she would probably sit there and gleefully help him count the banknotes.
[Dump Truck Hater: As expected, Kiana is Kiana, and the Herrscher of the Void is the Herrscher of the Void.]
[Kiana: Am I not the Herrscher of the Void?
Human, what do you mean by that?
I am incredibly majestic in the movies!]
Frez tapped his fingers against his knee.
Right.
In her specific universe, aside from being an idol, Kiana was a massive movie star.
Her breakout role had been in a blockbuster titled ‘The Final Lesson,’ a film where she single-handedly bankrupted the Anti-Entropy faction through sheer collateral damage.
A sequel was currently in pre-production, though the studio had yet to confirm her return to the silver screen.
[Dump Truck Hater: (ーー;)]
[Handsome Big Liar: However, there is one thing I am quite curious about.
Young Frez, you seem to know Kiana very well.
From the way you speak, the Kiana in your mind and the Herrscher of the Void do not seem to be the same person at all.]
[Dump Truck Hater: Ah, right.
The image you have is probably closer to the one in Kiana’s movies.
Kiana, let me ask you a question.
Do you know Sirin?]
[Kiana: Do not call me Kiana!
Call me Her Majesty the Queen!
And of course I know Sirin.
She is the adopted daughter of Cecilia and Siegfried, Kiana’s second older sister, and a top-tier fashion designer who studied under the superstar Eden.]
[Dump Truck Hater: The thing is, the Herrscher of the Void I know was originally Sirin.
After Sirin died, the Overseer of Schicksal, Otto, used the genetic material of both Sirin and Kiana to create a series of experimental subjects.
While Siegfried was attempting to rescue the clone designated K423 along with his actual daughter Kiana, the real Kiana was shot in the head at an altitude of several thousand meters.
She fell from the aircraft straight into a snowy mountain.
After being recovered, she eventually became Durandal.]
[Kiana: Huh?
Isn’t Durandal the eldest sister of Kiana and Sirin?
That super strong girl?]
[Quantum Beheading Barbarian: Isn’t that missing the entire point?
Getting shot in the head, falling into a snowy mountain from the sky, and she still survived?
Is she even human?]
[Fufu: Just how old was that child at the time?]
[Dump Truck Hater: Eight years old.]
[Quantum Beheading Barbarian: She was fucking eight?]
Frez watched the chat stall.
It was genuinely hard for normal people to process an eight-year-old girl suffering a catastrophic brain injury, plummeting from the stratosphere, and somehow surviving to tell the tale.
[Wiš’adel: Do not overthink it.
Since her name was changed and she survived, there must have been a heavy price attached.]
[Dump Truck Hater: The price was losing her beautiful white hair.
It turned blonde, and she lost all her memories.
As for her physical state, if the Schicksal Valkyrie squad had arrived a few days later, she probably would have just healed herself completely and walked out of the snowy mountain on her own two feet.]
A heavy silence fell over the chat group.
That level of physical resilience was simply heaven-defying.
[Kiana: So?
What does any of that have to do with me?]
[Dump Truck Hater: Later on, a series of events unfolded.
The clone K423 inherited the name Kiana and joined Saint Freya Academy.
But the consciousness of the Herrscher of the Void remained hidden deep within her.
Eventually, Schicksal captured her and forcibly awakened the sleeping Herrscher.
In the resulting battle, Anti-Entropy threw everything they had at her and went bankrupt, and the Valkyrie Himeko burned away her own life to bring her student back to her senses.
The majesty and suffocating pressure of the Herrscher of the Void in that timeline were very real.]
[Kiana: Isn’t that just the exact plot of the movie?]
[Handsome Big Liar: Young Frez has not seen the movies you starred in, Your Majesty.
So, young man, where exactly did you learn all this?
You should be from the same world as W, correct?]
[Dump Truck Hater: Isn’t it perfectly normal for someone in a multiversal chat group to be familiar with the other members?]
[Quantum Beheading Barbarian: Huh?
Is that normal?
Do not tell me you can read fortunes like Master Yixuan?]
[Handsome Big Liar: Fortune tellers merely say what the client wants to hear.
You should all believe in science.]
[Fufu: You seem to be the least scientific person here.]
Furina sat in her lavishly decorated room in the Court of Fontaine, a delicate cup of tea paused halfway to her lips.
She vividly remembered the time she had visited Yunkui Mountain with Seele.
Yixuan had casually stepped off the edge of a towering cliff and plummeted straight down without a second thought.
Was that supposed to be some new branch of science?
[Kiana: What?
Didn’t you tell my fortune and say I would become a world-class superstar like Eden in the future?]
[Handsome Big Liar: The future is always promising.]
[Dump Truck Hater: The things I know only represent a static piece of information.
It does not mean the future will remain exactly the same after you start making changes.
As for prophecy or clairvoyance, I do not possess anything like that.
For example, I know of Kiana’s existence and the lore of the Herrscher of the Void, but I do not know her specific day-to-day situation.]
[Quantum Beheading Barbarian: Then exactly how much do you know?]
[Dump Truck Hater: Seele.
A core member of Wildfire operating in the Underworld, born and raised in an orphanage.
The scythe you wield was procured from Sampo Koski.
The leader of Wildfire appears to be Oleg on the surface, but the true leader calling the shots is actually the only doctor in the Underworld, Natasha.]
[Handsome Big Liar: Fascinating.
What about me?]
[Dump Truck Hater: Yixuan.
The thirteenth-generation sect leader of Yunkui Mountain, currently in his late twenties.
Your disciple, Ju Fufu, is a Tiger Thiren, a race so incredibly rare they are nearly extinct.
Then there is Ye Shiyuan and Pan Yinhu.
Pan Yinhu serves as the head chef of Yunkui Summit and possesses combat power on par with a Void Hunter.
His disciple, Ye Shunguang, is currently one of the active Void Hunters.]
[Handsome Big Liar: Entirely correct.
Just how deep does your knowledge go?
You do not happen to know our exact body measurements too, do you?]
[Dump Truck Hater: How would that even be possible?
I am not a creep.]
Frez smirked at the screen.
He knew their heights from the lore, but exact measurements would require direct visual estimation.
Then again, the spatial precision of the Six Eyes was absolute.
If they were standing in front of him, his eyes would act as the ultimate measuring tape down to the millimeter.
[Fufu: What about my affairs?]
[Dump Truck Hater: You are the Queen of Fontaine’s waters, nations, and laws.
You are also Fontaine’s most famous and beloved idol.
Additionally, the Iudex Neuvillette is a deeply sensitive person who sheds ‘little pearls’ whenever he witnesses particularly sad cases.]
[Fufu: Haha, it has been raining quite frequently in the Court of Fontaine lately.
So that is the reason why?]
Furina forced a laugh into the chat, but her hand unconsciously tightened around her teacup, her knuckles turning white.
A cold bead of sweat slid down her neck.
Although Frez had kept his words light, a sharp, terrifying intuition clawed at her chest.
He knew.
He absolutely knew her deepest secret.
The five-hundred-year contract between her and Focalors.
The grand deception.
‘No, no, keep calm,’Furina thought, setting the teacup down before her trembling hands could spill it.’I will find an excuse to chat with him privately this afternoon.
I have to confirm just how much he sees.’
[Wiš’adel: Interesting.
What about me?]
[Wiš’adel: What on earth is all that lore?
And who exactly is Wiš’adel?
Could that be me?]