“Serlin, who was that guy you just turned into?
Sister Himeko actually sighed at his appearance?” “Ah, that…
Murata Ryusuke, Murata Himeko’s deadbeat dad, a real ‘human-like’ biological entity.” Stelle’s interest was piqued: “Tell me more!” …
“And so, Welt killed Himeko’s father…” “Similarly, to protect the Himeko of a parallel world, Mr.
Yang chose to come to this universe.” Stelle nodded frequently as she listened on the way: “Himeko’s dad really is quite ‘human-like’.” Serlin subconsciously glanced at her: “To be fair, you’re quite ‘human-like’ too.” Stelle glared at her indignantly: “I’m a Stellaron!
If I wasn’t human-like, wouldn’t I just be a Stellaron?” “You…
I yield.” Serlin couldn’t quite hold it together; the Little Gray Hair’s personality was truly a waste of her face.
Actually, if the Little Gray Hair’s model wasn’t so good, with this abstract personality, she’d have been bagged and beaten long ago.
Soon, Serlin and Stelle arrived at Herta’s office while gossiping.
Just like in the game, holographic portraits of the geniuses were hanging there.
The beautiful little Herta; Old Zan, who daily uses his conscience to save the world, until one time his conscience couldn’t out-elbow his curiosity; Polka Kakamu, the harshest mother of the geniuses, but she couldn’t out-elbow Old Zan.
Lierta, an ultimate good person, who feels like an Emanator of Abundance who was NTR’d by Erudition; Elias Salas, the legend who elbowed through the Dark Forest, the inventor of the Synesthesia Beacon and Ultra-Remote Sensing.
Screwllum, a genius with little humanity, one of the Simulated Universe F4.
Stelle read Herta’s evaluations of the geniuses with great curiosity, but Serlin wasn’t as serious…
Especially when she saw Old Zan and Kakamu…
Serlin almost wanted to take out Teacher Youyun’s manuscript.
Fortunately, Serlin’s cowardice elbowed out her desire to seek death.
“With such a genius right here, what portraits are you looking at?” The impatient Herta logged on directly and saw the two ‘experimental materials’ looking at the geniuses’ introductions.
She came to Serlin’s side, lifted her small face and said: “Wait…
who are you…
Serlin?…
What’s the principle behind this?” Serlin, using Raiden Ryoma’s currently not-yet-scruffy model, shrugged: “Ms.
Herta, you know, I’m just an ordinary person.” “Where are you ordinary?
Ordinary people can’t withstand the gaze of an Aeon…
and that figure that appeared back then…” As soon as research was mentioned, Herta got excited.
For a genius…
there weren’t many things that could pique her curiosity, but…
No matter how she tested, Serlin still seemed like an ordinary person…
even one on the weaker side.
“What exactly is going on with you…
Is this your special ability?…
I haven’t detected any Path-related abilities.” “Well, how about you look again now?” Sparkle · Fictional Game’s lips curled into a strange smile.
“Hmm, the Path spectrum on your body is Elation, identical to the data recorded when you were wandering around the Space Station earlier.” “Interesting, too interesting!
Perhaps…” Herta didn’t speak, but took a deep look at the portrait of the Lord of Silence.
“What about me, what about me—!
I must be full of research value!” Seeing Herta spinning around Serlin with great interest, Stelle became unhappy instead.
Who knows what this kid was thinking in this regard.
“You are indeed very special, but…
at least you’re within an explainable range.
But they…
well, I can only say they look like a person for the time being.” “Come, take a look at this device—a big project I’m doing with a few colleagues to reveal the mysteries of the ‘Aeons’.” Herta proudly gestured for Serlin and Stelle to look at the huge device ahead: “There, this is our collaborative project between several geniuses.
I call it the ‘Metaverse’!” Stelle’s eyes sharpened: “Clinging to the hype?” “What hype?
Even if it is…
they’re clinging to this genius’s hype.” Herta clicked her tongue in annoyance: “Screwllum and the others said the same thing.
Is this name really that bad?
Fine…
I, Herta, am open to suggestions.
Let’s call it the ‘Simulated Universe’.” “Now, in my capacity as Genius Society #83, Herta, I invite you to participate in this major project to study the mysteries of the Aeons.” ‘As expected…’ “So~ are there any benefits…?” Serlin rubbed her hands like a fly.
Stelle also nodded frequently, pulling out dual pistols, then a baseball bat…
the meaning was self-evident.
“There will be plenty of benefits for you.
Hurry up and test it~ I’m begging you~ Onegaishimasu~” Although she knew Herta didn’t have much integrity, seeing the loli doll with teary eyes still made her somewhat speechless: “Where’s your integrity?” “She’s so pretty!
I, the Galactic Baseballer, will definitely test this Simulated Universe!” “Integrity?
If it can get you to help with research, it’s just a bit of integrity…
Forget it, I, Herta, still have a bottom line.” “Sigh…
as a fellow puppet, I truly feel ashamed for you,” said Serlin, who had transformed into Prometheus No.
17.
“Fine, I’ll test it.” Herta looked at Serlin, who had turned into a puppet again, in surprise and complained: “Just how many forms do you have?” “Forget it, let’s not study that for now.
Stand on this device and connect your consciousness to the Simulated Universe.” “This little one, Stelle, is playing Akivili in the Simulated Universe.
I want to see if a resurrected Trailblaze will attract other Aeons.” “And you…” “Hmm (ᗜ‸ᗜ)?” Herta seemed to think for a moment and said: “You…
you just improvise.
Make good use of your uniqueness.
Even if you attract more Aeons, the Simulated Universe’s computing power can handle it.” “Okay,” Serlin nodded like an android.
She was only curious about what was inside the Simulated Universe; who knew if her power would actually work inside?
“Good, very good!
When you first enter the Simulated Universe, you’ll appear in the Space Station.
I’ll guide you personally…
Wait!
Where are you guys now!?” Herta’s eyes widened slightly.
Did something go wrong with the Simulated Universe right at the start?
This…
this isn’t right?
“Is this a freaking battlefield…?
That’s great then.” Serlin looked at this familiar scene, somewhat surprised…
but not too shocked.
It was likely her nonsensical cheat ability at work.
“Interesting, what is this place…
It seems your uniqueness is at work.” “It’s fine, keep testing!
I’ll back you up!” She still couldn’t forget that phantom that protected the Space Station back then…
an existence that dared not to cower before an Aeon.
“An ancient beast, or…” …
“So…
where exactly is this place?” Stelle instinctively took out Judgment of Shamash.
The super adaptability of the Trailblaze Path allowed her to be immune to the backlash of Shamash.
After all, the only thing notable about Trailblaze’s manifestation was its super adaptability.
This place…
was a ruin, or rather…
the remains after a war.
And in the air, Prometheus-Serlin could sense a near-lethal amount of Honkai Energy.
“Here…
it seems a Great Honkai disaster broke out.” Stelle thought for a bit and asked: “Honkai…
the kind from Uncle Yang’s hometown?” Prometheus-Serlin nodded: “I don’t know which Honkai from my memory this is, but…” She quickly checked the Simulated Universe’s system, “Well, good, the logout button is still there.” Serlin also summoned a mechanical claw that could slap Kevin’s face and said: “Whatever, at worst we’ll just quit!”