Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 4056 Please Find Me Soon
As one of Terra's top scientists, Morley is exceptionally talented and knowledgeable, but he doesn't spend all his time obsessing over the secrets of numbers and symbols. He also pays great attention to physical training, which has given him a rare physique among scientists. He has well-defined muscles and abs, making him look like a bodybuilder.

He firmly believed that the body is the eternal foundation for wisdom, and that one cannot achieve great things in the field of future evolution without a sickly body.

However, his robustness was only relative to ordinary people. In the eyes of Yanemer, who had regained the power of the artificial god, he was at most just a slightly stronger-looking insect.

"Did I ask you to ask me questions? You think you're worthy?" Yanemer's expression was cold and displeased, her eyes filled with the disdain of a god looking down on an insect, like the wrath of an emperor that could cause rivers of blood to flow for thousands of miles and corpses to lie on the earth.

With a slender, long clenched fist, and with just a wisp of force, Morley, held in mid-air, was forced to lift his feet off the ground, his strong body emitting a crisp sound of bones rubbing and colliding.

He placed his hands on his throat and scratched desperately, drawing blood, as if trying to untie something, as if a rope was tightly binding his neck, cutting off his access to oxygen.

Molly never expected that even though she had humbled herself to ask the woman in front of her about the truth of the Terra incident, this act of asking still angered her.

The capricious and capricious nature of the strong instilled in Morley an unprecedented sense of panic. His oxygen intake dwindled, and the color of his face changed several times, first turning a deep red from the blood, then a bluish-purple from lack of oxygen.

Yanemer tossed Molly aside like a piece of trash. Molly's strong body slammed against the wall, and the sound of bones cracking could be clearly heard. After hitting the ground, blood began to trickle from the corner of Molly's mouth, and he desperately gasped for oxygen.

Once his oxygen needs were met, Morley coughed up blood and felt immense pain all over his body. It felt as if knives were being plunged into his lungs. He was quite certain that all his internal organs were damaged and that his bones were broken in more than one place.

Even though he was usually quite determined, he couldn't help but let out a sound of pain at this moment.

"Shut up, you're disturbing me." Yanemer frowned, scolded the other person to shut up, and then turned to think about something.

Upon hearing this, Molly gritted his teeth and shut up. He believed that if he made any more noise, the other party would kill him without mercy. This woman was completely unreasonable; she didn't care about anything. Her powerful strength granted her the ability to do whatever she wanted, and no one could restrain her.

In the midst of extreme torment and pain, Morley's thirst for power reached its peak.

“Let’s go take a look there,” Yanemer whispered, then vanished from the spot, reappearing at Terra Palace.

Having barely escaped with his life, Morley immediately summoned a medical robot to inject himself with painkillers and adrenaline, and then underwent a scan for diagnosis. The results made him feel gloomy; he needed major surgery all over his body and there was a chance of becoming disabled.

Subsequently, news of the invasion of the Supreme Scientific Institute reached the ears of other scientists and sages, and news of Morley's serious injury also spread, prompting many people to visit him.

"Molly, how did you manage to anger that powerful figure? You were so careless." The sage looked concerned and even brought a fruit basket as a gift.

She knew the truth perfectly well and knew Yannemer, but she just didn't say it.

The people in the ward echoed each other's sentiments, because, as things stood, the beautiful woman in the black bodysuit and bare feet was the hero who saved Terra and the embodiment of justice.

Molly was beaten half to death, so he must have offended her in some way.

Faced with everyone's well-intentioned concern, Molly couldn't help but roar inwardly, filled with grief and indignation. "How was I supposed to know what was wrong with that woman? I just asked some very normal questions, and she snapped several of my bones, causing my internal organs to bleed."

Why are you all acting like it's all my fault? I'm clearly the victim here.

Moreover, the research institute has surveillance cameras, and he doesn't believe that anyone present didn't see what actually happened.

Thanks to Terra's top-notch medical technology, Morley was in good condition after receiving treatment and could speak fairly fluently. He said:
"Twelve young girls, Beyana, monsters, mysterious powerful women... gentlemen, we still haven't figured out the origins of all of this..."

Morley had a knack for political rhetoric and quickly shifted everyone's attention to the event itself, arguing that nothing could have come out of thin air and that there must be a source.

But what's terrifying is that we have absolutely no idea whether the source of such immense power has always been hidden within Terra or lies outside of it, which is why we were caught off guard.

Morley's words were sharp, and her tone implied that the current sage, being of high status, must possess special information.

They wanted to leverage the crowd's support to evoke sympathy and force the sage to reveal the truth.

He still hasn't released any of his research data, nor has he mentioned that there are some strange factors in the genes of the Terrans that might be one way to unlock the secrets of Bayana.

The sage remained calm and said, "Molly, I can tell you with certainty that all the changes in Terra have nothing to do with me."

In a sense, the artificial gods, the war of gods, and the sage are indeed unrelated. She died relatively early in Ancient Terra and did not participate in it. Instead, she is related to Morley, who is one of the leaders of the artificial god project and whose status is second only to Hyde.

"And as for my so-called superhuman abilities, I can frankly say that in the previous Terra era, my power was just average."

Morley narrowed his already small eyes slightly. He didn't believe the sage's words; even lying to a child would seem too naive.

He only acknowledged one thing: the power possessed by the sage was indeed like a firefly compared to the blazing sun when compared to that capricious woman.

A surge of anger, a feeling of being unable to control the truth, welled up in Morley's chest. He desperately wanted to pry open the Sage's head and use the equipment to directly read her thoughts, to see what secrets were hidden inside.

Most of the people present shared Morley's thoughts: everything happened too suddenly, and the sage seemed to possess the truth, yet always only revealed the tip of the iceberg.

Therefore, they all looked at the sage with some displeasure.

Suddenly, Molly's face, lying on the hospital bed, gradually changed color. He gasped for breath, his hands reaching out as if to grab something. He had great difficulty breathing, and the shadow of death once again clouded his eyes. A strange sound came from his throat.

"Quickly, call a doctor!" the sage shouted.

When the doctor rushed over, the sage calmly used magic to release Morley's oxygen tube, then turned and left, showing politeness by giving the doctor some space.

On the other side, Yannemer looked calmly at an old man dressed in magnificent robes, sitting on a throne. Presumably due to his advanced age, the man was somewhat thin, and his black hair was probably dyed. Only his eyes still revealed a sharp glint.

"The familiar scenery and familiar faces didn't seem to stir any emotion in my heart," Yannemer said calmly.

She thought that returning to her homeland Terra would allow her to experience the sense of closeness, joy, and security that humans spoke of... Humans have endowed the word "homeland" with many beautiful meanings, using a multitude of words to express their feelings upon returning home.

Whether in literature, music, fine arts, or any other art form, one's hometown is an indispensable and important story.

Now, after a long period of time, Yanemer has returned to her homeland, a homeland restored by Carlos himself. She finds her heart unmoved, devoid of the emotions described by poets, writers, and musicians. "Am I inherently cold-hearted? Perhaps," Yanemer thinks, turning to leave. The artificial gods, from their very design, possessed an inherent flaw in their emotional nature.

When life is created, the realm of emotions seems to be more complex than that of power.

To possess Napoleon's rich emotions, one must have a wealth of experience.

At least for now, no world is willing to devote a great deal of time and faith to bestowing upon her beautiful emotions.

The king, sitting on the throne, supported himself with his hands on the armrests and slowly stood up. In that instant, it was as if the world was about to collapse. Although his body was already thin, his eyes still had the sharpness of his youth. One could imagine that he must have been a man of great ambition and heroic stature in his youth.

“Erase my aging, or tell me how to become like Beyana, and I will give you the throne.” The king stretched out his hand to Yanemer with longing, the back of his hand already covered with wrinkles of old age.

Yannemer paused slightly, turned her head slightly, and said:

"If it were at the right time, I might actually be interested in trying it, but right now, it makes no sense."

When Night Forest extracts the spacetime power from the nine parallel dimensions, Terra's spacetime will flow backward, returning to before the disaster occurred. Therefore, the Terra King's request is meaningless to her.

As Ye Lin restarts time and space, her help will also be restarted.

As Yannemer left, the king's raised hand fell limply to his knees.

Several days passed in a flash. Although Terra had passed through the most difficult time in the face of the global disaster, it was still in a state of panic and anxiety because it could not see the future.

The identities of the twelve girls were gradually revealed. They possessed great power and traveled all over the world, becoming the saviors of Terra. Due to their golden and glittering nature, they naturally had a title... the goddess of light and justice, Beyana.

"I suddenly regret hearing the truth. Can you delete it?" Vichy lowered her head, covering her head with her hands, looking very lonely and helpless.

As Azera recounts her story, more and more of the girls' memories awaken.

Vishi was confused. She was just an ordinary high school girl who liked to fantasize about heroic events. Suddenly one day, she was told that Terra was actually destroyed and everyone was dead, including herself. How could she bear this?

"What exactly is death like?" Vichy was afraid.

Azera understood Vishi's state very well. You could say that Vishi's main consciousness was her current consciousness, that of an ordinary, dreamy high school girl, not the Beyana who fought to the very end to prevent Terra's destruction.

All the experiences of the previous life are more like a memory.

The sage's words are different; the consciousness she awakened with Night Forest's help was that of Gutera herself.

Also, because Vishi was the last Beyana, she was still alive when the Genesis ship left Terra and when the Great Will descended upon Terra, fighting until the entire world collapsed. Therefore, after learning the truth, her emotional state was the worst among the twelve girls.

Azera gently hugged Vishi, holding her tightly in her arms to comfort her, while also thinking about whether there was a way to solve the problem.

If... Ye Lin achieves the status of a creator, could he intervene in the timeline of the God War and truly rescue the twelve girls?

After a while, Vishi turned her head in Azera's arms and said in a surprised tone:

"Azera, are your breasts really this big for an adult?"

In her memory, when she lived with Azera and Rem, the latter already had a well-developed figure. As an adult, she was indeed remarkable, with a pair of full breasts.

Beyana, who was yawning to the side, waved her hand and casually said:

"In our family, she is only of average size, just average."

After all, just having a single microphone sticking out is enough to dominate the entire scene.

Then there are people like Curator Isadora, Fat Catfish, Thousand Shadows, Ink Plum, Dr. Gina, etc... none of them are easy to deal with.

Azera flicked Beyana on the forehead with her finger. "You have a flat chest that's practically untouchable, and you're already commenting on me?"

Suddenly, as if by telepathy, everyone looked towards the distant battlefield.

After Philbe destroyed the traces of history once again, an invisible force was instantly withdrawn. After a long time, those traces did not regenerate; they seemed to have died completely.

Then, visually, everyone felt that the sky seemed much clearer, the vision was clearer, and they could see into the distance.

Azera was both relieved and somewhat reluctant, saying, "Ye Lin, he has already withdrawn the spacetime power of the nine parallel dimensions and returned to his original spacetime."

The next step should be to rewind time in Terra.

Having more or less understood what was going on, Vishi leaned her head on Azera's shoulder and whispered:

“Azera, after the next reboot, please find me sooner so I can awaken sooner, okay? If time is running out, I'd rather die conscious… When you left the Beyana Research Institute, we all missed you, but at the time we all thought you were wrong and we were right…”

"Although we parted ways due to differing opinions and you left, everyone really misses you. We've kept all the photos of you with everyone, and they're often taken out to look at."

Vishi's voice grew softer and softer, as if she were exhausted. Finally, she leaned on Azera's shoulder and slowly fell asleep.

Rem nodded and said, "Please find me soon too."

The other ten girls nodded in unison, all of them...please.

Azera's eyes welled up with tears, and she put her arm around Vishi's shoulder, whispering:

"There will be a way, there will be a way to resolve that vortex of divine war."