The exact moment Lilith cut off all signals.
In the Herta Space Station’s Main Control Room, the enormous core display screen, showing the entire Space Station’s operational status, suddenly erupted with countless piercing alarms.
“Alert!
Area A-07 energy supply abnormally interrupted!” “Alert!
Quantum communication link with Area A-07 lost!” “Unidentified data intrusion residue detected!
Firewall logs tampered with!
Reverting…” The researchers instantly fell into chaos.
However, all the alarm sounds lasted for less than a second before being forcibly suppressed by an invisible, supreme power.
The entire Main Control Room instantly fell silent.
Herta’s puppet appeared out of thin air on her throne without any warning.
She ignored the panicked researchers below.
In her magnificent purple pupils, all the data streams from the entire Space Station over the past three minutes were being replayed and analyzed at a terrifying speed exceeding that of light.
In an instant, she captured the fleeting yet incredibly familiar energy residue of “Aether Editing.” She also “saw” the area that had been forced into an “Information Annihilation” state—A-07.
Lilith’s lounge.
Boom!!!
A silent fury, capable of freezing stars, erupted within Herta’s core consciousness.
It was the Stellaron Hunters!
That hacker named Silver Wolf actually dared…
actually dared to reach her hand into her territory, towards her…
things!
Herta’s figure transformed into a flickering purple light on the throne and instantly vanished.
She didn’t even give any orders to her dumbfounded subordinates in the Main Control Room, because at this moment, nothing was more important than confirming Lilith’s safety.
The next instant, her figure, using the highest-level Spatial Teleportation, appeared directly in front of the heavy metal door of the A-07 lounge.
She didn’t open the door.
The door, made of a special alloy and capable of withstanding the bombardment of a starship’s main cannon, silently melted, twisted, and reassembled before her like docile liquid, automatically creating a passable aisle for its owner.
Herta stepped into the room.
The backup energy automatically activated the moment she entered, and the soft lights turned back on.
She immediately saw the silver-haired little girl sitting safely on the sofa, rubbing her eyes and yawning, as if she had truly just woken up from a nap.
But the lingering, un fully dissipated provocative aura of the “intruder” in the air pricked at Herta’s every nerve like needles.
Her expression was extremely grim.
Herta walked quickly to Lilith, not saying a word.
‘Here it comes!
The reckoning phase!’ Lilith’s internal alarm bells rang loudly, but she forced an extremely impatient expression onto her face.
“What?
You woke me up.
Don’t you know it’s very rude to disturb someone’s sleep…” Before she could finish her sentence, Herta’s next action interrupted her.
Herta extended a cold finger, not to touch Lilith’s face, but with an almost neurotic, incredibly meticulous attitude, she inspected the metal collar around Lilith’s neck inch by inch.
She confirmed that the spatial beacon was intact and that the built-in vital signs monitoring system showed no signs of tampering or unauthorized access.
Only after confirming that everything was under her absolute control did she forcibly suppress a trace of the anger that was almost out of control.
She slowly let out a breath.
Then, Herta looked up, and in her beautiful purple eyes, a nearly obsessive madness and lingering fear surged.
“It seems…” Her voice was soft, yet it caused the temperature of the entire room to drop several degrees instantly.
“The cage I built for you is still too fragile.” Lilith’s heart tightened.
‘What?
More reinforcement?
If it’s reinforced any more, it’ll become an absolute domain!’ Herta raised her hand, and in the void before her, countless instructions and algorithms, more complex than a star map, poured out like a waterfall.
In front of Lilith, she began a super-modification of the room that could only be described as insane.
“Physical layer, isolation.” As soon as her voice fell, the internal structures of the room’s four walls, ceiling, and floor began to change imperceptibly.
Three independent “spatial fracture zones” were loaded, like three thin, brittle layers of glass sandwiched within reality.
Any unauthorized teleportation, warp, or even higher-dimensional projection, once touching these fracture zones, would be instantly sucked into chaotic spatial turbulence and torn into basic particles.
“Temporal layer, dislocation.” The time flow within the room was subtly dislocated by 0.001% from the outside.
This dislocation was too small to be physically perceived, but it was enough to completely nullify any attempts to infiltrate through the timeline.
“Information layer…” Herta paused, a cold, fanatical scientist’s smile playing on her lips.
“Discard all conventional firewalls.” She directly deleted all previously constructed defense systems.
In their place was a new “Paradoxical Algorithm” defense system based on the theory of “Schrödinger’s Cat.” The core logic of this system was simple and brutal: this room, at the information level, simultaneously existed in a superimposed state of “existence” and “non-existence.” Any external act attempting to “observe” its internal information would itself become an “observer,” causing the room’s information state to instantly collapse into a single, absolute result—”non-existence.” You look, and it’s gone.
If you want to know what’s inside, then there’s nothing inside.
This was true, erasing all possibility of prying from the very level of rules.
After completing all of this, the aura emanating from the entire room changed.
It was no longer a mere lounge, but an absolutely safe “singularity,” independent of the universe.
Only then did Herta retract her hand with satisfaction and walk back to Lilith.
She extended a finger, gently lifted Lilith’s chin, forcing those crimson eyes to look at her.
“You…” Lilith was about to protest.
Herta’s other finger gently tapped the collar again.
The faint blue light that had been flashing on the collar instantly extinguished, replaced by a deep, purple glow, the color of Herta’s pupils, which flashed and then receded into invisibility.
“I’ve added a new feature to it: ‘Absolute Beacon.'” Herta gazed into Lilith’s red eyes, which were filled with the unspoken question, “Are you crazy?”, and said, word by word, in a tone that blended extreme indulgence with chilling warning: “Next time, if any ‘rats’ try to steal something from me…” “I will follow that invisible thread, find its nest, and then burn its nest and itself to ashes.” She leaned in closer, her warm breath caressing Lilith’s cheek, her voice as soft as a lover’s whisper.
“Remember, no one is allowed to touch even a single strand of my belongings.”