Sparkle let out a dry laugh, “Look at my memory—”
She quickly closed Herta’s eyes with her other hand.
Then she went to pry open Herta’s crossed arms, trying to put those two hands back to her sides to restore the previous pose.
“The pose I just set, I forgot, I forgot.
You scared me, honestly—”
Sparkle muttered while fussing, her movements quick and natural, as if everything were perfectly normal.
Then she took a deep breath, preparing to withdraw the hand she had reached under the skirt—
Her wrist was gripped.
Herta’s hand, which had been hanging by her side, had raised at some point and was now firmly gripping Sparkle’s wrist.
Five fingers, slender and white, yet the strength was astonishing.
Sparkle gave a tug.
Couldn’t pull away.
Tugged again.
Still wouldn’t budge.
Sparkle’s gaze was fixed on the floor, on the tips of her toes, on a banana peel that had rolled over at some point—just not at the face in front of her.
But with her wrist held, she couldn’t escape.
She took a deep breath.
Then she slowly raised her head, slowly shifting her gaze to that face.
The eyes were open.
The purple eyes stared straight at her, not even blinking once.
Sparkle grinned, revealing a smile that looked worse than crying.
“Hey…”
Her voice was dry, her throat feeling like it had been scrubbed with sandpaper.
“Can we reconcile?”
Herta’s eyes narrowed slightly.
The livestream chat finally came alive, scrolling frantically—
“?????”
“Did I see that right???”
“That puppet…
came to life???”
“It’s not alive!
It’s Herta!
It’s Herta herself!”
“The streamer was caught red-handed!”
“Streamer, you’re really done for.”
“Caught in the act!”
“Herta: I’ll just watch you act.”
“Streamer, where did your arrogance go?”
“So, was that’stylish’ thing actually real?”
“The one above, you really aren’t afraid of death!”
“Where’s that energy from when you were prying eyes and mouths?”
“Reconcile?
Do you think you can reconcile?”
Sparkle stood in place, not daring to move.
Her white hair slid off her shoulder, hanging over her chest.
The red heart paint on her face was still vivid under the lights, but the light in those red eyes had already extinguished, leaving only a deathly silence of “I’m done for.”
On her shoulder, Fuli was still munching on a banana, whispering while eating:
“Sparkle, I wanted to say earlier—”
“Shut Up.” Sparkle squeezed out the two words through gritted teeth.
Fuli shrugged and continued munching the banana.
The room went quiet.
Only Herta’s narrowed eyes and the hand still gripping Sparkle’s wrist silently spoke of—
—The girl is begging for mercy—
Sparkle knelt on the ground, head lowered, the ends of her white hair scattered by her sides, curled into a small ball.
Those red eyes darted around at an angle no one could see, glancing at the box on the left, then at the door on the right, just not daring to look up.
She could feel that gaze pressing down from directly in front, pinning her down as if it had substance.
Herta stood in front of her with her arms crossed, looking down at this little white-haired head.
“So, who exactly are you, and where did you come from?”
Herta spoke, her voice neither high nor low, emotionless, “Why did you appear here?”
“And,”
Herta’s eyes narrowed, “What did you mean by that’stylish’ thing you said earlier?”
Sparkle’s shoulders trembled.
Then she looked up.
That little face was instantly filled with grievance, tears shimmering in her red eyes, her lips slightly pouting.
She pressed her hands together in front of her chest, her voice as soft as melted marshmallow:
“My Lady!
My Lady!
I don’t know anything!”
Herta’s brows twitched.
Sparkle continued outputting, her speaking speed fast and urgent, afraid of being interrupted:
“I just woke up too, I don’t know anything, I only know my name is Sparkle, I don’t even know where I came from!
I was told about this place by others—the people outside just now!
As for why I’m here, it’s because there were things fighting outside, so scary, so scary, I was scared so I hid in here!”
As she spoke, she shrank her neck, the ends of her white hair trembling along with it.
“My Lady, sorry for the intrusion, I am truly sorry!”
Sparkle pressed her hands together and pushed them forward, her head almost hitting the ground, “Please, you are a magnanimous person, just treat me like air and let me go!”
Livestream chat—
“?????”
“Streamer is so shameless!!!”
“This is just too shameless!!!”
“Go up and fight her!
Gamble a bit and turn a bicycle into a motorcycle!”
“Herta: Do you think I’m a motorcycle?”
“This begging posture is so practiced it makes one’s heart ache.”
“Sparkle: My dignity?
It doesn’t exist.”
Sparkle’s mouth twitched internally.
These people really just want to watch the world burn.
Fight her?
That’s Herta!
An Emanator of Erudition!
She hadn’t even figured out how to use this body’s abilities yet, what was she supposed to fight with?
If she got pissed off and got punched into atoms on the spot, that would be a huge joke.
Herta watched her cowardly appearance, a trace of imperceptible amusement flashing in her purple eyes.
“So,”
She said slowly, “Do you know who I am?”
Sparkle’s eyes began to drift.
Drifting left, drifting right, drifting to the ceiling, just not daring to drift straight ahead.
“Uh…
I…
I don’t know…”
She said dryly.
Herta lifted her chin slightly. New chapters come out on g.com first.
“I am Herta,”
She said, her tone flat, “I suppose I’m the owner of this space station.”
Sparkle’s eyes widened instantly.
Those red eyes went perfectly round, her mouth opened into an O-shape, her facial expression instantly switching from “pitiful” to “shocked for ten thousand years.”
“He-Herta?!”
Her voice cracked, “Could it be that—that—”
She took a deep breath and began outputting frantically, without even a pause in between:
“The 83rd member of the Genius Society, who solved the Isolated Wave Algorithm problem in her youth, the Spark Model Conjecture, discovered the Sigma Baryon conversion method in her young adulthood, proposed the Herta Sequence in her middle age, published the Rejuvenation Thesis, successfully rejuvenated in her old age, and then solved the mystery of the Imaginary Overflow phenomenon, captured the Extraterrestrial Stellaron, sealed it nineteen times, was pinned down by Ruan Mei, saved the planet she was on from destruction crises twice, the Herta who visited an Aeon?!”
Said in one breath.
Sparkle’s face was flushed red, her chest heaving violently.
Herta leaned back slightly.
Hmm~~
Her brows gradually relaxed.
A trace of…
satisfaction flashed in her purple eyes.
Someone could actually recite her achievements by heart.
This feeling, it really was quite good.
Sparkle watched the change in the other’s expression, quietly letting out a sigh of relief inside.
Good thing she had brushed up on the lore before transmigrating, otherwise she would have really been done for today.
Then Herta spoke.
“Since you remember it so clearly,”
Her voice was slow, like a cat teasing a mouse, “Then what did you mean by your so-called ‘I don’t know anything’?”
Sparkle froze.
Ah.
This.
This, this, this.
Her brain began to run frantically.
Dead brain, move fast!
Move!
“Uh…”
Sparkle opened her mouth, “This…
that…”
Herta’s eyes narrowed again.
The atmosphere became increasingly dangerous.
Sparkle was frantically calling for help inside: Fuli!
Fuli!
Help!
On her shoulder, the monkey slowly poked its head out, replying inside: Do you want to teleport?
Sparkle hesitated.
She could run if she teleported, but where to?
And just running away like this in a panic, it was a bit hard to handle.
Just at this critical moment—
“Creeak—”
The door opened.
“Eh?
Sparkle, you’re here?”
A girl with short pink hair poked half her head in, her face wearing confusion.
March 7th’s gaze swept around the room, landing on Sparkle kneeling on the ground, then shifted to the puppet with crossed arms in front of her.
“Eh—?!”
March 7th’s eyes widened, “Could this be…”