“Listen to me: Your mind is currently a mess.
You don’t know who you are, why you’re here, or what you’re supposed to do next.
You might find me familiar, but you’re unsure if you can trust me.” “But none of that matters.
What matters is that I’m leaving, and I’m going to leave you alone here.
So from now on, you don’t need to dwell on the past or doubt yourself.” “Listen to me: You will encounter many dangers and find yourself in terrible maelstroms.
But you will also experience many wonderful things.
You will have companions like family and embark on unimaginable, fantastical adventures.” “And at the end of your journey, all the mysteries that trouble you will be solved.
This is the future Elio foresaw…
Do you like it?” At this moment, Kafka was gently whispering these words to a disoriented young girl with gray hair.
Her words seemed to possess a magical quality; anyone who heard them would have them deeply etched into their mind.
“Where…
are you going?” The young gray-haired girl looked at the purple-haired woman in front of her and asked with difficulty.
Kafka smiled slightly, “To the next place, to pave the way…
for your future.” “It’s like weaving a tapestry, only one golden thread can be woven at a time, but eventually, they will all come together to form a beautiful picture.” Just then, Silver Wolf, who was nearby, suddenly poked her head out and said, “How much longer are you going to talk?
According to the script, the Astral Express Crew will arrive soon, and we shouldn’t meet them.” “I know, Silver Wolf.
How much longer until they arrive?” “Hmm…
Based on the time, now…” No sooner had Silver Wolf finished speaking than a violent explosion suddenly echoed from the distant main entrance.
“Uh…
Are you sure it’s the Astral Express Crew, and not a Lord Ravager?” Kafka asked, stunned.
“This…
I’m not sure either.” Silver Wolf looked at the smoke-billowing door in the distance, her face full of exasperation.
“Elio’s script says so.” A voice came from the distant main entrance: “Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, Sister Eve, is this the method the God of Wisdom spoke of?” “Alright, time is already running out.
We need to go now,” Silver Wolf said.
“I know, just a moment, Silver Wolf.” Kafka looked into the young gray-haired girl’s eyes and continued, “Time’s up, I must go.
Listen to me: Someone will find you very soon.
Go with them without worry.
You won’t remember anything except me…” At this, Silver Wolf rolled her eyes at Kafka, “Why should she only remember you?” “Then remembering you is fine too.” “No, never mind.” “Why?” “I’m afraid she’ll get my game account banned again.” “Oh…” Kafka glanced at Silver Wolf, a slight smile playing on her lips.
Just then, two sets of footsteps approached from a distance.
“Kafka, we really need to go this time.
There’s no time left.” “I know.” Kafka straightened the short suit vest on her back, about to leave with Silver Wolf, but then a highly dangerous aura suddenly locked onto both of them.
“Trouble’s arrived…” Kafka’s pupils contracted slightly.
Silver Wolf chewed her bubblegum and said, “See?
I told you to leave just now.
Now look what happened.” “Alright, we need to figure out how to get away, Silver Wolf.
After all, you’re involved in this too, aren’t you?” Silver Wolf immediately remembered that she had just casually played with the scoring gun.
“Alright.” Silver Wolf blew a bubble with her gum, just about to open her data panel, when a highly dangerous beam of light instantly struck towards her.
“Oh no!” Kafka was quick-witted, extending her threads and immediately pulling Silver Wolf back.
The beam hit the wall behind them, causing a violent explosion.
Silver Wolf was instantly shaken; that terrifying beam had almost hit her.
“Such decisive action…” Kafka’s eyes were fixed on the smoke in the distance, without a trace of underestimation.
Without even seeing them, she attacked directly based on her senses.
This person was definitely not simple.
Just then, Eve’s figure slowly emerged from the smoke, with March 7th’s small figure hastily following behind her.
“Sister Eve!
What happened??
Why did you suddenly fire inside?” Eve ignored March 7th’s words, her gaze fixed on Kafka and Silver Wolf in the distance, her expression serious.
“It seems someone got here before us?” Kafka saw the Astral Express tickets on Eve and March 7th, which symbolized the Trailblazer, and her expression immediately changed.
She instantly wanted to pull Silver Wolf and make a run for it.
Getting into a skirmish with the Astral Express Crew was not in Elio’s script.
“Silver Wolf, can you open the data coordinates for teleportation?” “Yes, but it will take time,” Silver Wolf immediately said.
Kafka now looked up, meeting Eve’s gaze, and inexplicably felt a sense of sacredness, a feeling…
like looking at a deity.
Eve spoke sternly at this moment: “Are you…
also here looking for the relic that can conjure small cakes out of thin air?” Kafka: Huh?
Kafka looked bewildered at this moment.
What was this extremely beautiful woman in white in front of her talking about?
Just then, March 7th finally reacted, “You are Stellaron Hunters!!” “Stellaron Hunters?
What are those?” Eve asked, puzzled.
“They’re a group of wanted criminals in the universe, specializing in hunting Stellaron, and also engaging in some illegal activities,” March 7th said, hiding behind Eve.
“Oh, I see.” Eve nodded, immediately relaxing, and looked back at Kafka and Silver Wolf.
“Wanted criminals who hunt Stellaron…
Phew, so they’re not wanted criminals who hunt things that can conjure small cakes out of thin air.” “Uh…” March 7th was instantly speechless.
She regretted using that to coax Eve.
Hearing March 7th’s explanation, Kafka smiled indifferently and said to Eve, “My beautiful lady, to you, we are not bad people~~” Just then, Silver Wolf stopped her hands and said, “Coordinates are ready.
Teleportation initiated.” Kafka immediately relaxed; their bodies had already begun to digitalize.
“They’re getting away!” March 7th exclaimed anxiously.
“I know.” Eve raised her hand, and the floating forest book flipped wildly.
A beam of light instantly fired.
But it was too late; the beam passed through their digitized bodies without causing harm, though it did blow a hole in the wall behind them.
Kafka looked at the holed wall behind them, and a shiver ran down her spine.
One must know that this was Herta’s specially designed collection room; even a planet-destroying cannon would take more than ten minutes to breach it, yet it was blown open so easily?
Such powerful strength; this woman in front of her could even rival the combat power of an Emanator.
She looked at Eve again, suppressing her inner shock, and said, “Hello, Trailblazer.
It’s a pleasure to meet you, but rest assured, this won’t be our last meeting.” “Goodbye, we will definitely meet again.” With that, Kafka and Silver Wolf’s bodies completely digitized and disappeared into space.
“They sure ran fast.” Seeing that they had already left, Eve put away the forest book.
It seemed that these Stellaron Hunters were not simple beings; their data-teleportation method was quite miraculous.
Just then, March 7th’s voice suddenly came.
“Sister Eve, Sister Eve, come quick, there’s a fainted little gray-haired person here!!” …