“Why is there a power from the Path of Abundance?!” “When did Abundance get here?!” A mechanical intelligence robot could not help muttering to himself.
His name was Laegus, and he was one of the administrators of an experimental site in Amphoreus.
As everyone knew, Amphoreus was intertwined with three Paths: Erudition, Remembrance, and Destruction.
Balancing the three sides was already difficult enough.
Now, however, he had discovered the power of the Path of Abundance appearing within it!
That meant that the Abundance faction had also intervened.
“Why does it have to be her…
She’s one of the links in the experiment.
I can’t deal with this recklessly either…” Laegus discovered that the one possessing the power of Abundance was Tribios, one of the key figures in the experiment.
He did not dare act rashly, so he decided to be cautious and observe for now.
While the administrator on this side was overwhelmed with trouble, the culprit on the other side was still admiring beautiful women.
Belobog.
After Lucian left Cocolia’s room, he saw many portraits of beautiful women along the corridor downstairs.
Taking a closer look, he realized they were portraits of the successive Supreme Guardians of Belobog.
From the first to the eighteenth.
Except for the first, who was an old woman, all the others were young and beautiful.
The eighteenth was none other than Cocolia.
She was holding a cute silver-haired little girl in her arms.
“I have to admit, Cocolia is quite beautiful, and her figure is great too.
What a pity she wears so many clothes…” Lucian had barely had this thought when something strange happened to the portrait on the wall.
The clothes originally worn by the painted Cocolia suddenly disappeared.
“One-click undressing?
This can’t be right.
Can it really be used like this?” Moreover, the details were exactly the same.
A portrait could never have realistically depicted certain details, yet after Lucian used Disarm, everything appeared exactly as he had seen it with his own eyes.
It was as though the system had automatically filled in censored content.
Lucian seemed to have discovered a new application for Disarm.
A god-tier technique for the uncensored version!
He took the portrait down and admired it by himself.
He then turned his attention toward the silver-haired girl in Cocolia’s arms.
“I’m sorry, Bronya.
I’ll just remove your hat.” Just as he was about to use Disarm, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind him.
“What hat?” That voice…
The person herself had arrived.
Lucian did not turn around.
He quickly rolled up the portrait and hid it inside his clothes.
This was somewhat damaging to his reputation.
There was no way he could let Bronya know.
When he turned around, he had already returned to his usual refined and elegant expression.
As for the newcomer— Bronya always carried an air of sternness and resilience that matched Belobog’s snowstorms.
Her posture was straight like a winter pine.
Her silver-gray curls were neat and smooth, with several longer strands casually falling beside her cheeks, giving her a touch of softness.
Her features were delicate yet sharply defined, her nose high, and her thin lips habitually pressed into a determined straight line.
Yet when she walked toward Lucian this time, those lips curved slightly.
Lucian knew that only when she occasionally set down her heavy burdens, or when she faced someone she trusted, would the corners of those tightly pressed lips rise ever so slightly, revealing a smile like the first ray of dawn passing over melting ice.
“Lord Lucian, what did you just say about removing a hat?” Bronya asked seriously.
She thought Lucian must have some kind of request, which was why she was taking it so seriously.
In her heart, Lucian was the hero who had saved the world.
Naturally, all of his reasonable requests should be fulfilled.
Lucian waved his hand.
“Nothing.
I was just saying that you look prettier without your hat.” Faced with the sudden compliment, Bronya could not help blushing.
“Th…
thank you.
I really haven’t worn a hat for quite some time.” During the awkward moment, she noticed that one of the portraits on the wall was missing.
It was a portrait of her mother.
She also seemed to have seen Lucian secretly putting a scroll away just now.
Could it be…
Could Lord Lucian secretly have a crush on her mother?
Otherwise, why would he secretly hide her mother’s portrait?
She had seen some young couples do the same thing, hiding portraits of the person they loved so they could admire them privately.
With that thought, Bronya came to an important conclusion.
She decided to tell her mother.
“Bronya?” Lucian noticed Bronya staring blankly at the wall and called her twice.
“Ah, it’s nothing.
I have something to report!” Bronya snapped back to reality and hurriedly changed the subject to avoid revealing anything.
“The Underworld has brought us some news.
Svarog knows the location of the ancient weapons depot, but he refuses to negotiate with our people.
He says he only trusts you, so I’d like to ask you to go there personally.
We really need those ancient technologies and materials.” “Coincidentally, I wanted to find that weapons depot too.” Lucian readily agreed.
Even if Bronya had not brought it up, he would have gone looking for ancient technology anyway.
A thousand years ago, this planet had also stood at the forefront of technology.
The Architects, trade representatives of the Interastral Peace Corporation, members of the Intelligentsia Guild seeking the exchange of knowledge, and other extraterrestrial civilizations had all stopped here to communicate and exchange knowledge.
Ever since the Stellaron descended, all the extraterrestrial civilizations fled.
The Antimatter Legion also invaded Jarilo-VI, and the surface fell.
The natives were steadily defeated and driven into Belobog’s underground districts.
Then, the collective will of the natives erupted and triggered the Stellaron, causing a blizzard to sweep across the entire planet.
Jarilo-VI entered an ice age.
The Antimatter Legion was also restrained by the blizzard and had no choice but to retreat.
The ultimate result was the regression of civilization.
It went from a starship civilization back to the age of firearms, retaining only a small amount of advanced technology.
“It’s a pity I can’t find the coordinates of the Herta Space Station.
Otherwise, I’d definitely go grab a few top researchers.” In the universe, if someone wants to precisely reach a destination, then aside from Aeons, everyone else—even Emanators—needs to rely on external assistance.
If he relied solely on running around everywhere himself, who knew how long it would take before he could even meet another living person?
So Lucian abandoned that idea altogether.
He might as well search for ancient technology.
If he could dig up a planet-destroying warship, that would be even better.
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