Miss Riddler just wants to level up in peace.

"Get a good rest tonight, and we'll set off tomorrow."

With a hint of provocation, Ziyao chose Klossen Town, formerly the headquarters of Destiny, as the location for her wedding. It had now moved to the Floating Port.

The new mandate and the old forces are not far apart, and their spheres of influence have been completely covered.

This move is undoubtedly venturing into the lion's den, where one is attacked from both sides.

Everyone was puzzled, but the girl said that this was exactly the effect she wanted; she didn't want to waste time dealing with the Honkai Beasts.

"I still don't understand..."

"What do you want to know?"

Ziyao interrupted Theresa's question.

"Ziyao, where does your confidence come from?"

Theresa looked up and asked, her gaze focused, for the answer to this question was of utmost importance to her.

Especially now, with things so uncertain, the longer this drags on, the more dangerous it will be for Kiana.

If the answer is not strong or sufficient, she will seek another way.

"Because I understand Otto."

Because Ziyao knew the plot in advance, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call her a clairvoyant.

In the visual novel, everything changed when Kiana became Herrscher of the Void.

In order to achieve his goals, Otto needs to master the power of the Herrscher.

A mere Herrscher is difficult to control, but what about a human?

Therefore, he devised a plan to have Kiana kill her companions, thus inducing her to fight against the Herrscher and ultimately achieve his goal....

Since the airport incident, peaceful daily life will become extremely dangerous, with malice lurking in the shadows occasionally baring its fangs.

One wrong choice, and all you face is Game Over, and a bad ending.

".....I see."

Looking into the girl's clear eyes, she believed this to be true.

After listening to Ziyao's simple explanation, Theresa fell into deep thought, and then suddenly understood.

Herrscher of the Void... Target... Experiment.

Connecting all the clues, she immediately realized something.

Upon opening her phone, Theresa immediately used her Far East Branch leader privileges to access Schicksal's database and search for relevant information.

You wouldn't know unless you looked it up. After reading the information related to the Herrscher, Theresa sat up straight, a chill running down her spine.

Theresa certainly understood what Otto's goal was; she was a product of that goal.

All of this is for the purpose of resurrecting the saintess who died five hundred years ago.

That persistence and unwillingness to give up can often be felt in the other party's actions.

Theresa's admiration for Ziyao grew even stronger. Without Ziyao's guidance, she might have racked her brains but still not figured it out.

Even though it goes against fate, the girl is still willing to help them.

Theresa blushed slightly, feeling guilty for her previous suspicions.

"Ziyao, I will definitely make it up to you after this is over, as an apology and to thank you."

After a long pause, she suddenly stood up and said earnestly.

"Ahem, does it have to be marriage?"

Mei's movements as she styled her hair were a little too forceful, and there was a hint of jealousy in her voice.

"From any perspective, he couldn't refuse this reason."

When the lovely Theresa gets married, Otto, as her nominal elder, will naturally be there.

Reviving the Herrscher is no easy task, so having more time to prepare is a good thing.

Given the near-unsolvable situation, Otto would undoubtedly agree readily.

"Ouch...it hurts a little."

A strand of hair was gently tugged, and Ziyao instinctively winced in pain.

After becoming like this, even my sense of pain became more sensitive.

Looking into the mirror, one sees a dignified and elegant young woman. With her hair completely straightened, she has a distinctly Japanese Nadeshiko (ideal Japanese woman) feel to her.

Silent all night.

..

Early in the morning, Bronya was already waiting on the deck of the Hyperion.

Wendy followed closely behind, wanting to go to the old Destiny faction with the others, but Theresa refused because of the danger of the Ether.

"Sister Ziyao, Wendy will be waiting for you to come back at St. Freya."

The girl spoke earnestly, her hands crossed and placed flat on her chest, her tone gentle.

"Hmm...yes...definitely."

Thinking about her own plans, Ziyao inexplicably felt like a pet trainer wearing a red hat and white hat. Was it inappropriate to say that?

But the girl's eager gaze made it difficult for her to say something like, "There's a high probability I won't be back for a long time."

After a series of complex adjustments, the Hyperion slowly started up.

Say goodbye to St. Freya and step into the clouds bathed in the golden light of the rising sun.

Standing on the command platform, Mei thoughtfully brought over some tea.

"Captain, you've worked hard. Please take a rest."

The girl said with a hint of teasing, and then handed a portion to Bronya, who was in charge of monitoring the instruments next to her.

At the current speed, it will take less than four hours to reach the destination.

Opening the system homepage reveals a pitifully small number of dolls.

With insufficient combat power and the original version of herself being too weak, Kallen of Original Sin has less than 20% of her durability remaining.

When the Flame Doll, which was used as a trump card, was actually faced with an S-class Valkyrie or Otto, its shortcomings and deficiencies were immediately exposed.

In just a few minutes, the battery life was really terrible.

With plenty of time to spare, Ziyao started browsing the news out of boredom.

News of the suicides in Klosten caught her attention.

He committed suicide without cause. Before his death, he seemed like a different person, constantly shaking his head and talking nonsense. In the end, he died from a broken neck.

Upon opening the image, Ziyao keenly noticed faint purple marks on the neck of the person who committed suicide.

Honkai energy contamination.

She immediately thought of the answer.

However, pollution does not severely affect mental health, and this is not an isolated case; dozens of people have committed suicide, and in the same way...

As I pondered, the view outside the window gradually transformed into a small town.

Volume 1: Chapter 113 Clues to the Herrscher of Domination

"Rita, you... what are you doing here!?"

At noon, the sun was shining brightly.

Not long after they rested, they bumped into the maid Rita.

"Is there anything strange about His Holiness instructing me to handle the formalities for you?"

"The auditorium, invitations, staff arrangements—all these issues need to be addressed one by one."

As she spoke, Rita took out a list and put a checkmark on it.

She put away her pen and paper, and tried to hug Theresa with affection, but she avoided her.

The maid smiled gently and bowed gracefully to Ziyao.

At the same time, she glanced furtively at the mirror next to her, trying to discern something from Ziyao's reflection.

Before leaving Tianming, the bishop gave her an extra reminder: be careful of Ziyao.

Rita had doubts; there weren't many people who could make the bishop so cautious.

What are your thoughts?

Rita offered her signature polite smile and inquired.

"Let me think..."

The ceremony had to be prepared within two days, which was even more outrageous than a whirlwind marriage, as if they were rushing to be reborn.

When Theresa contacted her friend Amber, Amber was surprised, wondering why it was so fast.

Haste makes waste; even if there aren't many things to do, compressing them into two days can be overwhelming.

Ziyao was unfamiliar with the affairs of destiny and was considering who to ask for help when someone brought her a pillow just because she wanted to sleep.

Bronya disagrees.

No matter how you look at it, Rita is on Otto's side, and she even stole Kiana from him.

As the saying goes, "Sima Zhao's intentions are clear," agreeing to such a request would be tantamount to inviting a wolf into the house.

Bronya was the first to object.

Mei nodded in agreement; Bronya's words did indeed make sense.

The decision had to be made by Ziyao, and both of their gazes turned to her.

Rita maintained a smile at all times, her gaze aloof and seemingly unfocused.

The bishop's task for her was simple: to help out as much as possible before the wedding, without any surveillance or expecting anything in return unless there were special circumstances.

Rita knew that the women's trust in her had plummeted to rock bottom.