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Chapter 279 Are you sick?!
“Sister Amya…”

"Shut up! Who's your sister?! Stop trying to get close to me! Disgusting!"

Amya was very resistant and left angrily. That evening, the four of them had dinner together, and she naturally didn't give Mo Yu a good look.

Alice and Govia were very kind to Mo Yu, constantly putting food on his plate.

This has stumped Amya.

She didn't understand why the two of them were so nice to this fat otaku, who was clearly just a terrible ordinary person.

After dinner, Amy went back to her room, ostensibly to do her homework, but in reality, she was redeploying and rearranging Paradise Island.

She was very familiar with this process; Paradise Island had been restarted several times in the past 200 years.

Amya is very experienced in this kind of thing. She can prepare a plan in a short time and then hand it over to the AI ​​to execute.

Previously, even AI with intellectual disabilities could function well. Now, AI is so intelligent that it's even easier to execute tasks. Amy doesn't need to worry about it at all. If there are any deviations from the plan, the AI ​​will automatically remind her.

She wanted to focus her energy on the development of the seventh generation of Battle Angels, but before that, there was something that troubled her.

Should we reveal our identities to Alice?
Amya went to sleep, still conflicted.

The next morning, after checking the current state of Paradise Island, she habitually glanced at Alice's trumpet.

There are new developments.

After reading it, Amya actually lifted the table, almost overturning it.

The dynamic content text is:

"Today, my best friend and I teased Zhai Zhai, and we finished both boxes."

The accompanying picture shows Alice and Govia covering their eyes and making a peace sign, with a fat otaku lying unconscious in the background.

"Are you two crazy?! Why are you forcing this fat, slob on top of him?! ￥%@#%..."

Amya used very offensive language.

After venting her emotions, she sat down again, feeling that she couldn't continue like this and had to resolve the matter quickly, otherwise she would be led astray.

Knowledge entered her brain in strange ways, and she felt that her mind was no longer clean.

after a few days.

The institute's rest area.

Alice entered the rest area carrying a stack of documents and saw Eva standing in front of the coffee machine playing on her phone while holding a cup of coffee.

The bunny girl hopped closer and immediately noticed the silver collar that had appeared around Eva's neck.

"Sister Eva, this collar is..."

"This is used to regulate the body."

Realizing Alice had taken the bait, Eva quickly explained, and even took out two more from her bag and gave them to Alice, saying, "These are gifts from someone else. I have two extra here. You can try them on. You can give the other one to your best friend as a gift."

Alice accepted the collar without any suspicion.

Amya was secretly delighted.

Successful.

Even if you take a drug that won't cause your body to explode while wearing this bracelet, it will force the wearer into a sage state, making them completely uninterested in that kind of thing.

Amy was very happy.

the next morning.

"Ahhhh!!!"

Amy jumped out of bed, covered in cold sweat and panting heavily.

She had a nightmare.

In her dream, Alice and Govia stopped acting and dragged the fat girl into the living room, doing whatever they wanted in front of her, even tying her up and forcing her to be their audience.

Finally, the fat otaku shrank rapidly and became Mo Yu.

"What the hell? This dream is a complete mess!"

Amya calmed down and realized that she had been worrying too much, which was why she had such an absurd dream. She opened Alice's alternate account to take a look.

The next moment, Amya shed tears of emotion.

The dynamic content is:

"I have absolutely no interest today, and neither does my best friend. The special gadget my friend gave me is amazing!"

Amy felt as if the clouds had parted and the sun was shining through. She lay back in her chair contentedly, and after a moment, she sat up again and fell into deep thought.

She was thinking about Firefox.

This Starfly attack was truly dangerous. Without Alice and Govia's help, Paradise Island would have been in danger of destruction. If all of humanity were infected, she would have no choice but to destroy the base she had built with her own hands.

Amy reconsidered the threat level of the Starbugs and how to deal with the Firefox.

During this time, she had used the excuse of a medical check-up to have Firefox's body scanned several times, but nothing unusual was found. She didn't understand why the Star Worms would launch a massive attack on Paradise Island for the sake of a single human.

We can't hand her over to Starbug. Starbug needs Firefox so much; she must have a very important use for her.

We also cannot leave Firefox behind.

It's too dangerous. For the sake of one human, the entire Paradise Island is about to be attacked by Starflies.

Amya sighed, her gaze turning cold.

Finally, a decision was made.

“Little one, in this cleanup operation, all your enemies are dead, which can be considered revenge for you. I will let you leave this world without pain.”

Amy murmured to herself, gently tapping the keyboard as she sent out some long-forgotten documents.

……

Firefox was busy leading Team 12.

After the brain worm crisis, almost everyone on the island perished. Team 12 participated in the search and rescue and witnessed firsthand the horrific scene on the island—a place littered with corpses.

After the search and rescue is completed, the next task is retrieval.

Gather all available resources.

This is also a signal from the higher-ups at Paradise Island; they are prepared to abandon this area.

After a busy day, the group returned to the island to rest.

Firefox returned to her residence, took a shower, and sat down to rest. She habitually turned on her computer and found new emails.

Inside are archival documents.

After reading it, Firefox was in tears. The truth about her parents' deaths, which she had been searching for for 20 years, suddenly appeared before her.

Hatred blinded her.

But then, something occurred to her, and she quickly opened the recent death list and compared them one by one.

Ten minutes later, Firefox slumped into a chair, exhausted.

died.

are dead.

In this brain worm crisis, all her enemies died; not a single one was left alive.

"Is this why this document was able to see the light of day again?"

Firefox muttered to herself, wanting to see who the sender was, only to find that only this file remained on her computer, and all traces in the email had disappeared.

She sat in the chair, at a loss.

The sudden disappearance of her long-held goal left her feeling lost and unsure of what to do next.

The next day, Firefox took a rare day off. After isolating herself in her room for half a day, she ordered takeout.

It turned out that the goods were not as described.

She didn't think much of it and went for a walk after finishing her meal.

"careful!"

The sound seemed to come from nowhere, and Firefox instinctively stopped in his tracks as a billboard collapsed with a crash.

She almost turned into a meat pie.

After a moment of panic, Firefox looked around, trying to find the sound, but couldn't.

She hurried home.

Just as she arrived at her doorstep, a robot suddenly rushed in front of her and stepped onto the metal floor of the elevator lobby.

The next second, sparks flew everywhere.

The robot was rendered unusable.

The floor is leaking electricity and connected to a high-voltage line.

After all that trouble, I got home and had just sat down on my Firefox when the gas alarm went off.

She left the room quickly.

After calling a professional and waiting for them to arrive and inspect the equipment, one of the workers exclaimed in amazement:

"Beautiful lady, you're really lucky to be alive. The gas concentration in the room was enough to kill you. The triple alarm and purification devices were all malfunctioning. How did you discover that the gas concentration was too high? The gas these days doesn't have any odorants added."

"I...I heard the alarm go off."

"That shouldn't be the case. The triple alarm is broken, and the internal wiring is burnt out. How could it possibly make a sound?"

"I do not know."

Fiora shook her head, her face deathly pale; she had once again narrowly escaped death.

(End of this chapter)