With Columbina gone, the players had no choice but to follow the known clues, slowly progressing through the Doomsday Beast-related plot—fighting familiar monsters and walking familiar routes.
However, these scenes had already been fully recorded and archived by the system.
After all, they could be used as material to give the players a big surprise.
On the other hand, Columbina walked lightly to Stelle’s bedside, knelt down, and gently touched Stelle’s forehead with her fingertips.
Then she turned her head, her gaze falling on March 7th, who was staring nervously at Stelle beside her.
Her tone was extremely soft: “Little March, may I call you that?” “Ah!” March 7th clearly hadn’t expected Columbina to suddenly speak to her.
She froze, instinctively snapping to attention.
“Of course you can!
You can call me anything!” “Don’t be afraid,” Columbina said, her lips curving up slightly as she watched March 7th’s adorable, awkward posture, before quickly returning to their original shape.
“You are very good.
I like you very much.” She had a preference for people like this.
March 7th seemed a bit silly, wearing her emotions on her face with no complicated thoughts, like a clean, transparent glass bead.
“R-Really?!” March 7th’s eyes lit up instantly, her voice rising with excitement.
She leaned forward a bit and asked cautiously, “Then can I call you Sister Columbina?
I-I’m actually your fan!” Watching March 7th look so delighted, with even her cheeks flushing red, Columbina felt her heart soften.
This little girl was so cute.
“Of course you can, Little March.” She nodded, but as soon as the words left her lips, her tone sank slightly, filled with a hint of guilt.
“It’s just…
I hope the disaster I brought this time didn’t scare you too much.” If it weren’t for her, the Lord Ravager’s aura wouldn’t have reached here, Stelle wouldn’t have fallen into a coma, and March 7th certainly wouldn’t have been so terrified.
March 7th quickly waved her hands, just about to speak, when Stelle on the bed suddenly stirred.
Stelle slowly opened her eyes, her eyelashes trembling, before propping herself up on the mattress to sit.
“You’re awake.
Do you feel alright?” Columbina asked, her voice both gentle and serious.
Stelle paused for a moment, then answered, “I can fight ten of them!” Then Columbina saw another speech bubble appear over her head: “My whole body hurts so much, that was terrifying, I thought I was going to die.” “??” Columbina was clearly stunned for a moment.
Her gaze darted back and forth between Stelle’s face and the speech bubble.
What did this mean?
Which one was she supposed to answer?
Just then, the system’s voice rang out.
[Don’t be so confused, Host!
That bubble is the players’ other dialogue choice!
You just need to give me the general gist, and I’ll handle the rest!] As the intelligent system assisting the Host, it at least had this much ability!
Only then did Columbina realize what was happening.
She nodded in relief and said softly, “It’s a good thing that you’re so energetic.” She reached out, gently ruffling Stelle’s hair, her tone turning a bit more serious.
“But you were the one most affected by the disaster just now.
Both emotionally and rationally, I have an obligation to compensate you.” With that, she extended her right hand, palm up.
A faint wisp of moonlight was quietly swirling in her palm, radiating a gentle warmth.
Stelle blinked, first looking at March 7th nearby with a confused expression, then turning her head back to Columbina.
After hesitating for a few seconds, she half-doubtfully extended her own hand.
The moment their palms touched, that wisp of moonlight immediately flowed from the palm, slowly seeping into Stelle’s body.
Stelle felt a warm sensation all over her body, so comfortable that she couldn’t help but squint her eyes.
After a moment, the moonlight gradually dissipated.
Columbina withdrew her hand, slowly stood up, and sighed softly.
“Little March, Stelle, you two chat.
I need to…
go back and rest for a while.” As her words fell, Columbina turned around, her steps light, and walked toward her own room without looking back.
Leaving Stelle and March 7th standing there, they looked at each other, exchanging glances for a long while.
– Columbina returned to her room and asked softly in anticipation: “Can I see?
I want to see how I performed.” She was quite curious about how the players would evaluate her.
[Of course you can!
Host, your performance this time was super great.
I’ll find you the most popular live stream right away, guaranteed to have lots of bullet comments and strong interactivity!] The system responded immediately, and the next second, a virtual screen appeared out of thin air in front of Columbina.
– Grizzly Live Stream At this moment, the streamer Grizzly was controlling the character, having just finished the Doomsday Beast plot.
In the footage, his character was being firmly controlled by the power of the Stellaron, frozen stiff and unable to move.
Right at the critical moment, Welt suddenly appeared.
With one strike of his cane, he knocked Stelle unconscious on the ground, resolving the crisis.
“Old Yang!
Not bad!” Grizzly looked at Welt on the screen and immediately adopted the tone of someone meeting an old friend, his voice full of emotion.
“At the critical moment, you’re still the one to rely on!” The bullet comments below the screen instantly began to scroll rapidly, filling the space: [He has no father, but he still has me!] [I have already surpassed that man!] [Hahahahaha, is the Old Yang meme never going to go away?
I see it everywhere I go!] [Lol, Old Yang has really made a name for himself now, knocking the Stellaron unconscious in one go, so cool!] Right after, the plot advanced to the scene of Columbina returning from the Sea of Stars.
Grizzly stared at the screen, tapped the table with his fingers, and said thoughtfully: “Oh, I get it!
So that means Columbina brought the Lord Ravager, and the Stellaron Hunters brought the Antimatter Legion.
But in the end, Columbina took the fall for the Stellaron Hunters too?
Isn’t she too honest!” The bullet comments exploded again.
[Hahahahaha, she really does look a bit dazed, feels like she’d be easy to fool, a chance to fool her into bed (not)] [The person above is dreaming!
Our Lady Goddess looks dazed, but she’s definitely harder to conquer than Little March, right?] [Who gets it!
Sister Columbina is both gentle and honest, I’ve already started to feel bad for her!] Columbina looked at herself on the screen, then at the rapidly scrolling bullet comments, not even paying attention to the offensive remarks, her tone full of curiosity: “Can I send bullet comments to them?
I want to interact with them too.” “Of course you can!
Host, please wait a moment, I’ll register a dedicated account for you right away.” The System immediately sprang into action, and a successful login notification quickly popped up in the corner of the screen.
“There are so many bullet comments, how can he see me?
I remember, do I need to send gifts or something?” Columbina had also watched live streams, but she had watched very few, so she only knew some quite basic things.
“Host, you can use Credits to donate.
I can rig things a bit behind the scenes so you can send gifts on a one-to-one basis!” Columbina usually didn’t spend money, but she was very rich.
These were the donations voluntarily given to her by the people of the planets she had saved.
Some were also sent to her by the Interastral Peace Corporation.