“Wow!
Sister Serena, you look so good!” March 7th looked at the young lady emerging from the changing room and couldn’t help but exclaim, “Just as I thought!
I knew that with nice clothes, Sister Serena would look even better!” “Mmhmm!” A certain grey-haired girl, Stelle, kept nodding in agreement from the side, her eyes practically glued to Serena.
“It really is quite nice!
I’ll prepare some more.” Asta looked on and felt that this elegant and gentle attire suited Serena perfectly, so she casually ordered a few more sets, planning to have her try them on later.
“I really like the clothes.
I’m sorry for the trouble and expense, thank you, Asta.” “It’s nothing, just a small gift.
Compared to the help you’ve given the Herta Space Station, it’s not worth mentioning at all.” Asta seemed unconcerned, then turned and said seriously, After all, if it weren’t for Serena’s timely rescue, even if the Herta Space Station had successfully repelled the Antimatter Legion, the casualties among the staff would have been severe.
Even if things settled down afterward, there would have been much discord.
It wouldn’t be like it is now, where the staff feel safe; even if they encounter attacks, the Herta Space Station and its partners have the ability to withstand these risks.
Being able to let them conduct experiments with peace of mind, without worrying too much about their own safety—this is already an incredibly rare and good place in the universe.
However, Asta had secretly looked into whether there was any unhealthy atmosphere within the Herta Space Station.
She discovered that among the staff members rescued by Serena, some had formed a small group called the ‘Angel Support Group,’ where they would post comments expressing extreme admiration for Serena whenever they chatted online.
Some simply admired Serena’s beauty, others praised her benevolent heart as a healer, and some even boasted about Serena’s profound understanding of biotechnology, wanting to become her apprentice.
Although some of these remarks were quite outrageous, they didn’t pose any negative issues, so keeping an eye on them was enough.
Although some of the remarks seemed outrageous, they actually had a factual basis.
Asta could think of quite a few examples herself.
During the post-disaster reconstruction of the Herta Space Station, Serena had come to help.
In many places where engineering machinery couldn’t reach, Serena sent out her creations—miniature versions of her clones—to transport and install various tools.
Many staff members saw these creations and realized they looked the same as the large creatures that had rescued them earlier.
They were so curious that they couldn’t help but run over to ask Serena how she had developed them.
Although those staff members didn’t know that Serena was an Emanator of Abundance, Asta did.
How could the abilities of an Emanator of Abundance be explained by science?
Wasn’t that just making things difficult for her?
Asta hurried over, wanting to change the subject before it caused any displeasure.
But when she rushed over, she found a group of staff members gathered around, listening to Ms.
Serena explain ‘How are living beings made?’ From time to time, they would ask questions: How should experimental variables be controlled?
How should one choose the most suitable dominant or recessive biological genes?
Serena answered each question patiently.
Although she didn’t know how to answer some of them, as an Emanator, she had some general understanding.
Even if she couldn’t explain the specific reasons, she could demonstrate through practical operation!
For areas that everyone didn’t understand, Serena would directly craft mindless creatures by hand, modifying them according to the questions raised, allowing for direct observation of what would happen.
Watching the group, including Serena, excitedly surrounding the experimental chamber and observing the experimental creatures, Asta suddenly felt that she had worried for nothing.
After all, although she didn’t know what the abilities of other followers of Abundance were, or if they needed to master any related knowledge, Serena was very clear about her own abilities.
One of her powers involved the fusion and modification of life, so some knowledge was necessary.
Fortunately, in her previous life, she had worked in the medical field, so some basic knowledge still came in handy.
Of course, as an Emanator, her power was strong enough that even without relevant knowledge, it wouldn’t matter.
As the saying goes, “brute force solves everything”—if one’s ability is strong enough, modifying any life form is not a problem.
Serena could naturally do it with ease, but since she was answering questions now, she had to provide some practical demonstrations as proof.
Back to the present, Serena naturally didn’t care about what she wore.
After all, she had been through much harsher conditions and had long since stopped caring about such things.
However, the clothes Asta gave her were on another level; they were so expensive that it was beyond the imagination of an ordinary person.
Only a wealthy woman like Asta had the ability to give them away so casually.
Serena knew about Asta’s wealth, so she accepted them without pressure.
After all, to Asta, this was just a normal expense.
If someone else didn’t have the means but insisted on giving them, Serena certainly wouldn’t have accepted.
“Stelle, aren’t you testing the simulated universe at Herta’s place?” Serena looked over at Stelle, who usually spent this time testing the simulated universe.
After all, it was rare to have such a special test subject; Herta was almost always there recording the operational data of the simulated universe, and naturally, Stelle couldn’t escape Herta’s work tasks.
However, Stelle actually enjoyed it.
After all, the simulated universe was quite interesting to her, and Herta did indeed keep her word.
The rewards offered were so enticing that even Serena found them tempting.
“Hmm, me?” Hearing Serena’s question, Stelle froze for a moment, then scratched her head and said somewhat embarrassedly: “Hehe!
Today, while I was testing the simulated universe, some unexpected situations occurred that got Herta extremely excited.
Afterward, there was some trouble with the equipment in the simulated universe, and it hasn’t been fixed despite them debugging it from just a moment ago until now, so Herta gave me the day off.” “Yeah, yeah!
When I found her, she was rummaging through trash cans in the Herta Space Station!
It wasn’t until I said I was coming to find you, Sister Serena, that I finally got her to give up on continuing to rummage through trash cans!” March 7th chimed in from the side, telling Serena the fact that Stelle had just been rummaging through trash cans, as if reporting her behavior.
Stelle looked at the platinum-haired girl whose gaze had suddenly turned sharp, and guiltily turned her head away bit by bit.
Serena stared speechlessly for a while at the incorrigible grey-haired girl, Stelle, thinking to herself, ‘This child is clearly a beautiful young lady when she’s quiet, but how does she ruin the image the moment she opens her mouth?
And this hobby of rummaging through trash cans…
is it a problem from her upbringing before she lost her memory?
No, next time I meet those two life forms suspected to be related to Stelle, I must ask them properly—how on earth was this child raised to be like this!’