She spoke, her face flushing red, and her finger pointing at Sparkle was trembling.
Sparkle continued to blink, looking innocent: “Oh my, I really don’t remember~ Maybe it’s because I just woke up and feel a bit dazed~ Oh right, right, you still haven’t told me where this is?
This pink-haired lady, you are so cute, what is your name?”
March 7th was a bit dazed by this barrage of questions and answered instinctively: “My name is March 7th…
This is…
Herta Space Station?”
“Herta Space Station!”
Sparkle clapped her hands together, the surprise on her face a bit overacted, but who cared?
“Wow!
Amazing!
Is it that famous Herta?
The Genius Society member?
Wow!
I admire her so much!”
The monkey on her shoulder also clapped its paws in coordination, looking full of admiration.
March 7th felt a bit embarrassed by this enthusiasm and scratched her head: “Uh…
yeah…
it’s that Herta…
Are you…
a tourist?
Wait, no, why would a tourist be lying here?”
Dan Heng spoke coldly: “The space station was just attacked; your appearance is very suspicious.”
Sparkle looked at him and tilted her head: “Suspicious?
Me?
Such a cute lady, what’s suspicious about me?”
Dan Heng remained unmoved: “How did you get in?”
Sparkle blinked: “I don’t remember~”
Dan Heng: “The clothes you are wearing are not the standard uniform of the space station.”
Sparkle looked down at her red and white modified uniform with wide sleeves.
She looked up and continued to blink: “They’re my own clothes, what’s wrong?
Aren’t they pretty?”
Dan Heng: “…”
March 7th leaned over and whispered to Dan Heng: “She seems…
to really not know anything?
Could she also be a victim?”
Dan Heng didn’t speak, his gaze remaining sharp.
Stelle watched this scene from the side, suddenly speaking up: “She is just like me, lying here, just woke up.
Maybe she was also stuffed with something?”
Sparkle looked at Stelle, her red eyes sparkling: “Yes, yes, yes!
I’m just like her!
We are both victims!
So pitiful, so pitiful!
We need love, we need care, we need—”
She paused, almost saying “need fans,” but stopped herself in time and changed her words: “—need help!”
March 7th looked at Stelle, looked at Sparkle, then looked at Dan Heng, and said hesitantly: “How about…
we take them to a safe place first?
In case those guys come back…”
Dan Heng was silent for a moment, then nodded.
March 7th smiled, turned around, and reached out to Sparkle: “Come on, come with us, let’s leave here first.”
Sparkle looked at the outstretched hand, the corners of her mouth curling up slightly.
She took March 7th’s hand, her white hair swaying with the movement, a glint flashing in her red eyes that no one could decipher.
“Thank you~”
Her voice was sweet: “You are truly good people~”
The monkey poked its head out from her shoulder, equally sweetly: “Squeak~”
March 7th looked at the monkey and finally couldn’t help but ask: “Um…
this monkey…
is it your pet?”
Sparkle looked down at Fuli on her shoulder and blinked: “Pet?
No, it’s my friend.”
Fuli nodded: “Friend.”
March 7th was stunned: “It can talk?!”
Sparkle tilted her head: “It can, what’s wrong?”
March 7th: “…”
Dan Heng: “…”
Stelle watched this scene from the side, suddenly feeling that she might not have woken up yet, and all of this was a dream.
Stream Chat:
“The monkey talked!
It actually talked!”
“March 7th: What is wrong with this world?”
“Stelle: I just woke up, I don’t know anything.”
“Streamer, did you time travel???”
“If this is a special effect, the interaction is way too natural.”
“March 7th’s reaction is definitely not acting, it’s too real.”
“I can’t tell what’s real and what’s fake anymore.”
“Real or fake, I love watching, continue, continue.”
Scene change.
Sparkle followed behind the three, walking lightly, as if stepping on cotton.
In front was the sound of March 7th chattering— “Where do you think they both popped out from?
The gray-haired one looks silly, and this white-haired one…”
She glanced back at Sparkle, lowered her voice, and said to Dan Heng, “I feel like it’s a bit strange.”
Dan Heng didn’t reply, just swept his gaze backward before pulling it back.
Sparkle pretended not to see.
She faced the phone floating in mid-air beside her—the lens that was invisible and only she could see—opened her mouth silently, moving her lips, and mouthed:
“The streamer is currently acting in an immersive way, so I can’t interact for now.
Family, just watch and experience it yourselves.
If you have anything to say, send a message in the chat, I’ll check them when I’m done.”
In the livestream room, that line of text appeared at the bottom of the screen.
[I’ll give you guys something good later]
Comments scrolled by—
“Understood, streamer, do your thing.”
“This acting, the Oscars owe you a golden statue.”
“This lip-reading, let me try—is she saying this bunch of idiots is easy to fool?”
“So what kind of film crew set is this?
I want to go watch too.”
Sparkle’s mouth curled up slightly, but she quickly suppressed it, maintaining an expression of “I am an innocent passerby.”
As they walked, Stelle suddenly slowed her pace and turned her head to look at Sparkle.
Sparkle stood straight instantly, her hands folded in front of her, a business-like smile on her face, her eyes curved into two crescents.
Stelle stared at her for two seconds, touched the back of her own head, muttered something, and turned back to keep walking.
Always feeling…
like many people are staring at her?
That feeling was hard to explain, as if countless pairs of eyes were hiding in the dark, pointing at her.
Must be an illusion.
Sparkle maintained her smile, counting silently in her heart: One, two, three—
Confirming Stelle wasn’t looking back, she breathed a sigh of relief.
The comments in the livestream room started scrolling again—
“Did she look at you just now?”
“The streamer almost gave it away.”
“That look, hahahaha, you felt guilty, didn’t you?”
“Family, who understands?
This immersive acting is too exciting.”
Sparkle mouthed a reply: Exciting is the point, otherwise why call it a secondary creation?
Just in this subtle atmosphere, a low, guttural roar suddenly came from the front of the corridor.
Dan Heng paused, his hand already on the hilt of his weapon.
March 7th froze for a moment, then her expression changed: “This sound—”
At the corner of the corridor, black figures surged out like a tide.
Void Rangers.
One, two, ten, countless of them.
Their figures were twisted, dark, dim light burning in their hollow eye sockets.
Seeming to see the figures here, the roaring sound rose sharply, then they lunged over like a black wave.
“Antimatter Legion!”
March 7th shouted, her bow already in hand, “Why at this time—”
Before she finished speaking.
The leading Void Ranger, which was larger, drew its bow, black arrows condensing on the string.
“Look out!”
Just as Dan Heng’s voice fell, the arrow was shot.
It wasn’t shot at them.
It was shot at the bulkhead above their heads.
“Boom—!”
The sound of the explosion was deafening, a large hole was blown into the bulkhead, and air currents rushed out wildly.
More Void Rangers surged from the end of the corridor, roaring as they rushed toward them.
“Scatter!”