Then, everything fell silent.
Herta remained seated in her chair, her posture unchanged, her purple eyes calmly watching the gradually dispersing white mist.
The spot was now empty.
Only the door that had been blasted off its hinges proved that what had just happened wasn’t an illusion.
The corner of Herta’s mouth slowly curved into a faint smile.
Propping her chin on her hand, she narrowed her purple eyes slightly, her gaze falling upon the door shattered by the barrage.
The materialized barrage had long since dissipated, but the residual light particles in the air were still slowly drifting down, like a dazzling meteor shower.
“Interesting.”
She said softly.
Just two short words, devoid of any discernible emotion.
She stood up from the chair, the hem of her skirt swaying gently with the movement.
Walking over to the shattered door, she bent down, picked up a fragment, and toyed with it in her hand.
“But this is, after all, my territory.”
Her voice was very soft, as if speaking to herself, or perhaps to someone who had already vanished.
“Want to leave?”
She raised her head, looking toward the dark corridor outside the door.
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
After saying this, she turned and walked back to the chair, sitting down once more.
On the console beside her hand, data began to flow across the screen again—no longer concerning Sparkle, but the entire space station’s surveillance network.
Every corner, every corridor, every cabin.
She had plenty of time.
And that fellow called Sparkle…
A glint flashed in Herta’s purple eyes.
In the live stream, the barrage was still scrolling frantically—
[Holy crap holy crap holy crap what just happened!]
[The barrage can blow up a door?
The barrage can really blow up a door?!]
[Am I seeing things!
Am I dreaming!]
[Where’s the streamer where’s the streamer where’s the streamer!]
[That monkey swing was awesome!]
[The white mist cleared I can’t see anything anymore!]
[What did Herta’s last smile mean I’m scared!]
[Is there a class representative to summarize what the heck just happened!]
[Class representative is dead, that scene was too absurd for anyone to summarize]
[Wuwuwu streamer where did you run off to don’t leave me behind!]
[Sayonara~ hahahaha I’m dying of laughter]
[So is the streamer safe now or in even more danger?]
[Herta said this is her territory, the streamer is done for]
[Don’t say it don’t say it my heart can’t take it]
Fuli was squatting in some spot, hugging a banana it had found from who-knows-where, munching on it while watching the floating phone screen in front of it.
On the screen, the barrage was still scrolling wildly.
It chewed the banana, swallowed, then waved a paw at the camera.
“Squeak.”
A rough translation would be—
Don’t panic, it’s not over yet.
It’s definitely not over.
Because Sparkle hadn’t run away at all.
The moment the white mist completely dissipated, she was pressed flat against the wall, holding her breath, completely motionless.
Invisibility ability—a blue-grade skill drawn with Elation points, its effect is to completely blend the body into the surrounding environment, achieving invisibility. Get faster updates on NovelPing.
As if she’d joke about it.
She wasn’t an idiot.
Herta Space Station was Herta’s territory, filled with surveillance and puppets everywhere.
Running off to any random cabin section would just get her caught.
Not to mention, if this member of the Genius Society really wanted to find someone, the entire space station would be her eyes and ears.
Rather than running around like a headless fly, better to—
Hide in plain sight.
The most dangerous place is the safest place.
Sparkle pressed against the base of the wall, inching bit by bit toward a corner.
She gathered her white hair against her chest, afraid a single strand might drift out and give away her position.
Her red eyes were wide open, fixed unblinkingly on Herta sitting in the chair.
She maintained that posture, not daring to move a muscle, but her eyes had already begun darting around.
The room was larger than she’d imagined, filled with all sorts of instruments and screens.
There were several cabinets in the corners, strange devices hanging on the walls—all high-tech she couldn’t understand.
Her gaze finally landed on the invisible phone floating in the corner.
The live stream was still on.
Sparkle carefully fished out a tiny controller from her chest—it was the phone’s remote, allowing her to input text without touching the phone.
Her fingers tapped rapidly on it a few times.
On the screen, the barrage was still scrolling wildly—
[Where’s the streamer where’s the streamer where’s the streamer!]
[Did the streamer run away?]
[Where’d she run off to?]
[Wuwuwu don’t leave me]
In the live stream, a line of eye-catching, colorful text floated past:
[Don’t panic, didn’t run, right here, invisible, hiding in plain sight, get it?]
The barrage paused for half a second, then exploded even more fiercely—
[Holy crap invisibility?!]
[The streamer can turn invisible too?!]
[Awesome awesome awesome!]
[So what’s the situation now?]
[Herta’s still sitting right there]
[Streamer your guts are way too big]
Sparkle typed another line:
[Gonna show you something good, don’t move the camera.]
She carefully shifted her feet, inching bit by bit toward the center of the room.
Every step was as slow as a snail, afraid of making the slightest sound.
Her white hair swayed slightly against her chest.
Her twin ponytails, from staying still for so long, were starting to come loose, a few stray strands sticking to her slightly flushed cheeks.
Finally, she had moved to a suitable angle.
She raised the phone controller, adjusting the camera’s direction—aiming it at Herta.
On the screen, Herta was sitting in her chair, one hand propping her chin, her purple eyes focused intently on the large screen in front of her.
The flowing data reflected fragmented light in her eyes, giving her a certain indescribable…
Beauty.
Truly beautiful.
That delicate little face held the flawless grace of a masterpiece, her features as petite as a porcelain doll’s.
Her brown hair fell smoothly over her shoulders.
The purple lily decoration on her beret shimmered with a soft luster under the light.
Most captivating were those eyes.
At this moment, they were slightly narrowed, the corner of her mouth holding that faint, elusive curve.
Her entire person exuded a certain aura.
Sparkle couldn’t help but sigh inwardly: So beautiful.
The barrage began to scroll—
[Holy crap so pretty]
[Ms.
Herta’s beauty is peerless!]
[This aura is unmatched]
[Those purple eyes are so beautiful]
[Screenshot screenshot screenshot]
The corner of Sparkle’s mouth curved up.
She typed on the screen again:
[Pretty good, right?
Premium close-up, maximum definition.
In that case—]
She paused, then continued typing:
[—Give the streamer more follows!
Such an interesting channel, definitely don’t miss out!
There’ll be even more chaotic fun later!]
The barrage floated past a wave of “followed followed,” “already followed ages ago,” “streamer stop talking and keep filming.”
Satisfied, Sparkle withdrew her hand and began inching forward again.
She was getting closer and closer to Herta, close enough to see the curve of her eyelashes, even close enough to feel the absolute, still calmness emanating from the exquisite puppet.
Sparkle noticed Herta’s brow furrow slightly.
She really is beautiful.
Sparkle couldn’t help but mutter to herself.
Especially when she’s thinking like this, that focused yet somewhat detached expression, paired with that doll-like face, it’s just—
The barrage started scrolling again:
[Ms.
Herta is beautiful inside and out!
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[Ms.
Herta is peerless in the world!
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[Ms.
Herta is brilliantly intelligent!
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[Ms.
Herta’s beauty would make fish sink and geese fall!
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Looking at these comments, Sparkle almost laughed out loud.
These people.
She continued staring at Herta, her feet involuntarily taking another tiny step forward.
Herta suddenly moved.
She stood up from the chair, the hem of her skirt swaying gently with the movement.
“All sectors of the space station, initiate highest-level search.”
Her voice wasn’t loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet room.
“All personnel, full deployment.
Find that white-haired one.”