“…I haven’t even said what it was yet.” “I know what you’re talking about.
Do not question the strength of this member of the Genius Society.” Bayle could barely keep his lips from curling.
These words were so easy to misunderstand…
Ms.
Herta, you were the one who interrupted me, so don’t blame me…
He left the lounge directly, intending to go get a physical examination.
The moment before he left, he heard Asta ask in a low voice: “Um…
Ms.
Herta, you and Bayle…” Bayle: “!!!” [Oh, you’re done for.] [Hahahaha!!!
This is too funny!
Run!
If you don’t run now, you’re really going to be sliced up and studied by Ms.
Herta!!] [Hahahaha, I’m dying of laughter.
That little girl Asta is truly a godsend of an assist!!] [I’m already looking forward to Ms.
Herta’s expression when she finds out the truth, hahahaha…] [Bayle, I advise you to apply to join the Interstellar Peace Corporation immediately and run as far as you can!!] [The Corporation seems to be on Ms.
Herta’s side.] [Oh, well, that’s that then.
How about defecting to Nanook?
Maybe if they’re in a good mood, they’ll turn you into a Lord Ravager.] [That makes the cosmic problem even bigger.
He not only has to stop the Iron Tomb but also has to stop himself(?)] “Wait…
I have a question.
What good does it do you if I die?” Bayle was genuinely curious about this question.
[There’s no benefit, but plenty of drawbacks.] [It’s fine.
I’m the type of person who likes to go against others, so…
Bayle, when are you going to die?] Bayle couldn’t take it anymore.
“Maybe when you die, I’ll join you,” he retorted.
[Well then, I’m afraid you’ll be waiting forever.] Speechless.
He quickened his pace toward the medical department, hoping the physical examination process would be long enough—long enough for Ms.
Herta to forget that conversation.
But that was unlikely.
Although…
he hadn’t really said anything, he felt guilty…
But thinking about it was useless now; he might as well just do the physical exam honestly.
Tonight, he’d have to see if he could catch a Memokeeper to reveal something about Amphoreus.
…
Asta asked in a low voice: “Um…
Ms.
Herta, does the matter between you and Bayle…
need to be kept confidential?” Ms.
Herta tilted her head and glanced at her.
“He told you?” Asta nodded.
Ms.
Herta frowned, feeling a bit strange.
He was being treated as a test subject, yet not only was he not angry, he had actually spoken about it without the slightest hesitation.
“He is an Emanator, after all.
I thought he would mind this kind of relationship.
Oh well, let him be.” Having said that, Ms.
Herta didn’t linger and turned to leave.
When she reached the door, she turned her head.
“Asta.” “Ah…
Ah!
Yes, I’m here!” Asta stood up straight, earnestly waiting for Ms.
Herta’s order.
Ms.
Herta paused for a moment.
“Tell the people on the Herta Space Station to try not to have too much contact with Bayle.” After all, he is an Emanator of Nihility and quite dangerous.
But when Asta heard this, it sounded like a declaration of ownership!!!
Aaaaaah!!!
Asta’s cheeks flushed with excitement, her hands clasped tightly in front of her chest, her voice trembling with suppressed joy: “I understand!
Don’t worry, Ms.
Herta, I will definitely pass that on!” Ms.
Herta nodded in satisfaction and turned to leave.
She completely failed to notice that Asta was already excitedly jumping up and down in place behind her.
Although Asta was a die-hard fan of Ms.
Herta, but, but, but…
shipping them together was just too satisfying!
It was just a pity.
Although Ms.
Herta didn’t mind, Bayle had explicitly asked her to keep it confidential…
It was such a pity not to be able to share the gossip…
On the other side.
Bayle sat, listening to the barrage’s retelling.
[That’s insane.
Ms.
Herta thinks Asta believes you’re her test subject and is still wondering why you don’t mind this demeaning status and just blurted it out like that.] [Asta is shipping you guys like crazy.] [I can’t take it anymore, this is too interesting.
By Aha, is there some Elation entering the fray?] Bayle shook his head.
“I don’t know if Aha is here, but there seems to be a bunch of trolls here.
Let me tell you, if this mission fails because of rumors, I will…” [You will what?] [What, what?
How are you going to threaten us?
Hurry up, hurry up, tell us, I’m so curious.] [It couldn’t be suicide, right?] Bayle decided to sulk by himself.
Forget it, better not to be angry.
Getting angry is useless; it does nothing but make you feel miserable.
He didn’t know if he should be grateful that these trolls, who had the power to flip the table at any moment, were still patient enough to play games with him.
The barrage wasn’t quite sure what Bayle was thinking.
But the barrage was already arguing again, and again, and again.
[Let the storm rage harder!
Only when this misunderstanding is deeply rooted in people’s hearts will it be even more interesting when it’s finally exposed.] [Do you think Ms.
Herta cares about these rumors?] [As a lady, how could she not care?] [She just doesn’t care.] [How about this, Bayle, go kiss Ms.
Herta, a very direct one.
I guarantee you won’t die.
As long as you do it, the rewards will be huge.] Bayle tilted his head and glanced at his point total.
The original eight hundred-plus, plus the six hundred from two tips, and some scattered bits and pieces during this cycle, all added up to 1586.
And a death immunity costs one thousand in the point shop.
“Not doing it.” [Why?
That’s points!
As long as you do it, I won’t just guarantee you won’t die, I’ll also tip you!
Really not tempted?
It’s just a mission.
Even if you fail this time, at worst you just restart.
What’s the big deal?] Bayle was silent for a few seconds, then shook his head.
[Why?] [Give me a reason.] “…” “Because I don’t want to die.” He hated this feeling of his fate not being under his own control; it was…
just terrible.
“Because I’m afraid of death.
Before I transmigrated, I was just an ordinary college student; I hadn’t even been in a relationship…
I don’t want to die.
Is that reason enough?” After this outburst, the barrage quieted down a lot.
He didn’t know how much time had passed, but a few golden barrage comments appeared before his eyes.
[Even if you know you can be resurrected after death, you still don’t want to?] [You can completely treat this as a dungeon that can be cleared infinitely.
Using death to pave the way is the most common method.
You need to learn to get used to it.] Bayle didn’t know what he was struggling against either.
The barrage was right.
But…
he always felt something wasn’t quite right.
Death…
is that something one can get used to?
But before he could ponder deeply, the style of the barrage changed abruptly.
[Bayle, do you know?] [You told us your weakness yourself.] [You’re done for.]