Inside the Seclusion Zone, the voice of [Emanator of Beauty Herta] suddenly exploded in Kazuki’s mind: “Now!
Immediately!
Right now!
Cancel my impersonation!” Hearing this, Kazuki didn’t foolishly ask why; without a shred of hesitation, he directly canceled the transformation.
With a “thud.” Kazuki, who had been floating in mid-air, fell straight down.
He stumbled twice, failed to steady himself, and landed hard on his bottom.
“Ouch!” With an ordinary person’s physique, the impact made him wince in pain on the spot.
Kazuki clenched his fists and then relaxed them.
His heart felt empty, and a wave of disappointment surged up.
It was the first time he had possessed such powerful strength; he had truly developed a taste for it.
Suddenly being beaten back to his original form and returning to an ordinary human, this sense of disparity was simply wretched.
Just then, the crisp sound of long boots stepping on the metal floor approached from afar.
Kazuki shifted his gaze from the ground upwards and saw Herta, her eyes closed, looking down at him from a superior position.
He didn’t want Herta to see him in such a sorry state, so he hurriedly scrambled to his feet, patting the dust off his bottom, and grinned awkwardly: “Hahaha, Herta, did you see that?
I’m awesome, right?” As he spoke, he flexed his arm to show off his pathetic biceps, his face full of smugness, while a strange sense of pride welled up in his heart.
Herta just kept her eyes closed, standing there silently staring at him for a few seconds.
Her expression shifted, and she took a deep breath before speaking: “Your hair.
It has a strand of my hair color.” “Uh, huh?” Kazuki’s laughter choked in his throat, and he was stunned.
He hurriedly covered the top of his head with both hands, revealing only a tiny bit of white hair tip: “No way?
Do you have to observe so closely?
Also, aren’t your eyes closed?
You can see this too?” Herta didn’t react at all to his complaint, only calmly explaining: “Even with my eyes closed, my ability to observe things is far more sensitive than the vast majority of microscopes in the entire galaxy.” Kazuki exhaled on the spot and muttered: “What a freak.” Herta took another deep breath, didn’t take the bait, turned around, and told Kazuki to follow her.
As for the mess in the Seclusion Zone, she didn’t even glance at it, as if it weren’t worth mentioning at all.
Of course, she still conveniently sent a message to Asta, saying the problem had been solved, but that all staff members, including those mindless robots, must undergo a full-body deep medical examination, and then be given three days of leave in batches.
After walking for quite a while, Herta finally led Kazuki into a cabin that was still intact.
Only after closing the door did she finally open her eyes, staring straight at Kazuki, and with a wave of her hand, she swiped away the invisible-to-the-naked-eye glow of The Beauty from his body.
…
The test officially began.
Herta sat behind the desk, holding a recording pad, and began the one-on-one interrogation of Kazuki.
“Name.” “Kazuki.” “Race.” “Human.” Herta raised her eyes, scanned Kazuki’s expression across from her, and finally added two words at the end: (Tentative).
Kazuki watched the projected subtitles on the panel beside him, couldn’t help but twitch his lips, his face full of speechlessness.
The conversation continued.
“Gender.” “Male.” Herta raised her eyes again, her gaze clearly spelling out the three words “Are you sure?”, exactly the same as before, and she noted another (Tentative) at the end.
This time, Kazuki truly couldn’t stand it.
“You can question my race, but you absolutely cannot question my gender!” He stood up with a “slap,” his dark eyes staring fixedly at Herta’s, and shouted with his neck stiffened: “I really am a man!
Do you want me to take off my pants and show you?” “You can.” “What!!!” Upon hearing this, Kazuki took half a step back on the spot, stunned.
“I said, you can.” Herta repeated it again with a serious face.
“You pervert!” Kazuki instinctively covered his waistband.
Herta’s face turned black on the spot: “If you’re going to take them off, do it quickly, don’t dilly-dally.
I’ve lived for so many Amber Eras, what haven’t I seen?
Do you really think I’d be shy?” Kazuki gripped his waistband tightly and muttered like a mosquito humming: “Lived for over ten Amber Eras, that’s quite an age, you’re practically an ancient ancestor.” As soon as he finished speaking, a fist came smashing toward his face.
“Bang!” “Why did you hit me?” “This is a resistance-to-impact test.” “Honesty is a virtue.” “I think you’ve been soaking in the path of beauty for too long!” “Ouch—wrong, I was wrong!
I’ve recovered!!!” …
When the most basic tests were finally over, Kazuki’s pants had still not been violently removed by Herta.
Herta looked at the report in her hand, her brows furrowed.
“Zero Path energy.” “Physical fitness is ordinary; on Azure Star, you would even fall into the unhealthy category.” “Strength is weak, speed is extremely slow…” Kazuki listened from the side, feeling incredibly awkward, scratching his head incessantly.
He hadn’t expected that his own body, which was considered healthy back on Earth, would be so pathetic in Herta’s eyes.
As a result, the next second, Herta’s voice suddenly rose by an octave: “Mental strength Max!?” Herta looked at this line of text, speechless, and casually discarded the report.
This guy in front of her didn’t conform to science at all; he didn’t even align with the most basic law of conservation of energy.
An ordinary person with a body this weak, and mental strength maxed out?
What kind of interstellar joke is this?
She looked up at Kazuki and asked in a serious tone: “Tell me, don’t hesitate, what is the thing you want to do most in your mind right now?” Kazuki didn’t even think, blurting out: “Sing and dance.” A vein on Herta’s temple throbbed, and she asked again: “Then what’s your second reaction?” “Eating.” She slapped her forehead: “There’s no saving you; you only deserve to sit at the same table as that Stelle.” Kazuki was embarrassed.
That was really overestimating himself.
That Stelle was a genius; in the original plot, she was the existence that reverse-engineered the isolated wave algorithm and was even praised by you for her intelligence.