I am a hero of the former civilization.

If fusion warriors are likened to weapons of slaughter, then this tranquil little building is no different from an armory, capable of skinning even the Herrscher of the End.

Soon, the entire villa fell silent. A new pond had been dug in the yard, and the fish's tails created faint splashes.

The computer screen flickered, reflecting the image of the word processing software on the lens. Despite the blinking cursor, the writer hesitated to press a single word.

"No, I still care."

Ryan adjusted his glasses, thinking to himself, "Is this Mebius messing with me?" He left with an ambiguous remark, which kept him from typing a hundred words for two whole hours.

I was planning to finish writing one chapter, think about where to go next, and then sleep for two hours so I'd be refreshed and ready to beat Kevin up tomorrow morning.

"I can't fall for her trick. If I feel even the slightest bit tired tomorrow morning, I'll be laughed at for months." Ryan steadied himself, his hands resting on the keyboard as if touching piano keys, and then—

Click.

He heard the door lock click, and quickly turned his head to see the door being pushed open a crack, and a blurry figure instantly slipped in.

It really was Mebius. Her splashed green hair was wet, as if she had just washed it. She was hiding in the shadows, so her expression couldn't be seen. She was wearing an oversized white shirt that covered her beautiful figure, the hem of which was just past her thighs, and she was also wearing black stockings.

The black stockings went past her knees, leaving shallow marks on her plump thighs, separated from the hem of her shirt by a single sheet, resembling an absolute territory.

This outfit is a bit odd, combining the laziness of someone about to go to sleep with the competence of an office lady.

Just as Ryan was about to speak, Mebius made a shushing gesture, opened the door, and peeked out into the hallway to look around.

What's with this guilty look on his face?

Ryan was speechless. Seeing Mebius close the door with his back, he propped his head up and complained, "I've never seen anyone sleep in stockings before. Do you have some kind of serious illness?"

"I like it, what's it to you?" Mebius raised his fair forearm, tossed his thick, long hair, and simply walked to the center of the room, looking around.

"What are you looking at?"

"Hmph, what a lifeless room, no, not even an academic one. And it's pathetic, it seems like only Kevin and Kosmo have been here."

Ryan's room contained only a bed, a computer, a table, and a beanbag chair that Hua had given him.

Noticing the man's angry gaze, Mebius shut his mouth, secretly cursing himself for his old habit of always being unable to resist making a few foul remarks.

"If you're here just to mock me, then you'd better go back to sleep."

"Hehe, I'm not leaving. If you make a move, I'll scream for help and see who comes out on top." Mebius wasn't afraid at all. Instead, he sat in the chair, crossed his long legs in black stockings, and said slowly, "You don't want to be seen as a pervert by that cute junior sister and student, do you?"

I am so...

Ryan realized he had indeed fallen for her trap. He had been tempted by the woman and should have locked the door and added ten more layers of energy protection.

"So what do you want, coming here in the middle of the night to treat my low blood pressure?"

Because I want to be alone with you, even if it's just for one night.

Möbius thought to himself, but said aloud, "It's been a long time since we've had a private conversation. Now that I finally have some free time, don't forget, you're my assistant, and it's my responsibility to care for my subordinates."

“I don’t remember signing any contract of servitude with you. Okay, what are you going to talk about?” Ryan chuckled, turned around, and put his hands on the back of the chair.

Yeah, what are you talking about?

Work inevitably spoils the mood, and I don't really understand romantic things. So why did I even come here? Why don't I just go to sleep?

Now it was Möbius's turn to be confused. After a while, he put his legs on the table and leaned back slightly.

"I've been so tired these past few days, please help me relax."

"Why?"

“First, I said I was coming to see you tonight, and you didn’t lock the door, which means you agreed. Second—” Mebius paused for a moment, then turned his head with some dissatisfaction, his snake eyes sharp.

"I helped you complete the crucial trump card, Aponia, so why should you give Alicia a gift? Do you think I can't see through it?!"

Actually, that was a scheme of mine. Didn't I make Alicia fulfill two of her requests later?

These words made Ryan blush. He hadn't forgotten Mebius, but he couldn't quite figure out what this woman wanted.

"It was indeed my fault. I'm sorry, I forgot without thinking."

"Oh ho ho, the high and mighty Commander has actually taken the initiative to apologize."

"Hey, I'm warning you, don't push your luck." Ryan snorted. This sarcastic tone was terrifying; even he was starting to lose his temper.

Mebius didn't say anything, just shrugged slightly, then turned his neck. Ryan took a deep breath and had no choice but to walk over.

"Let's make it clear first, be gentle, and don't press any weird acupoints."

"Yes, yes, I won't do anything reckless, I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

As Ryan spoke, he placed his hand on her snow-white shoulder, the sensation of which was wonderful.

It's delicate, smooth, and most importantly, not skinny; it has a slightly fleshy feel.

Looking further down, the shirt was just unbuttoned by two buttons, which made one's imagination run wild.

The peaks rise one after another, hidden in the morning mist, appearing and disappearing. Their majestic presence is like a pipa veiled behind a curtain, making people want to explore them. Their full curves resemble sweet melons.

Looking further ahead, a white shirt bulged out in an exaggerated arc, long, straight legs in black stockings were draped over the table, and glistening fingertips were still dangling slightly.

Ryan was thoroughly entertained, while Mebius was completely relaxed and enjoying himself.

The man's fingers were slightly rough as he gently massaged her cervical spine and shoulders. As a suspicious person, she would never let anyone touch such vulnerable areas, let alone completely relax.

Yeah, that feels really good. He's the real professional in this field.

She relaxed completely, and thinking about Ryan's deeds, she felt smug again.

So what if she's a human hero, the commander of the Moth of Fire? She still has to obediently massage my shoulders. Alicia, that idiot, doesn't even know how to ask for any real benefits. She's so stupid.

It's comfortable as it is, but it would be great if it had some electricity. That feeling last time was truly...

The thought suddenly popped into her head, and she instinctively squeezed her legs together, her face turning slightly red. She scolded herself for being too lax and for coming up with such an embarrassing excuse. If she had brought it up herself, she wouldn't have been able to fake it by going berserk.

But the more I tried to stop thinking, the more I craved it. In addition, I had been studying a lot of artworks with Vervière recently, so I squeezed my legs together even tighter.

How could a simple massage cause her to not only twist and turn but also blush? She really is a pervert.

Ryan saw Möbius's expression in the reflection of the window. He considered himself very professional and would never do anything wrong, but he also sensed that something was off about the atmosphere, as if the air was gradually heating up.

"Uh, are you not feeling well?"

"No, no, you can continue. I'll take this opportunity to rest." Möbius closed his eyes, his long eyelashes fluttering slightly. "Hmm, my skin hurts a little from pressing for so long."

"Then I'll take a break?" Ryan said with a sigh of relief.

"You think you can just let me go so easily?" Mebius pulled a small bottle from his breast pocket and said casually, "My latest muscle relaxant. You can come with me to do an experiment."

Is this ever going to end? Fine, I'll let you off this time since I was being disrespectful.

Ryan didn't say much. He opened the bottle and found that the thing smelled of flowers and was slippery.

Isn't this just essential oil? It looks like some special substance has been added?

"I got the inspiration from a mutated tank-class Honkai Beast. It has a tentacle-like body that keeps spewing out oil. After testing, I found that this oil contains Honkai energy, which can relax the enemy's muscles and make them relax without realizing it. Of course, if an ordinary person uses it, it will lead to certain death."

What kind of weird Honkai Beasts are these? I've never encountered any of them.

Ryan was skeptical, but he applied the white oil to his fair shoulders. Perhaps it was just psychological, but he did feel himself relax.

Even though the slippery feel was even stranger, he saw a drop of milky white oil slide across his collarbone and flow into the deep cleavage. He felt his blood pumping, but his body was listless. This feeling was very strange.

As he rubbed, he watched as the few drops of oil gradually disappeared into the deep valley and into the dark shadows.

Ryan felt the strange sensation, and under the influence of the 'drug', Mebius finally relaxed, and his straight legs gradually parted.

"Hey, when will all this mess finally end?"

"There will always be an end to it. What, are you getting a little annoyed by the existence of the Honkai?" Ryan quietly asked in return. Among the heroes, Mebius's hostility towards the Honkai was actually not that great.

She felt this was an opportunity, an opportunity for human evolution.

"It is a bit annoying. If they weren't causing trouble, I could call you every day. I don't know why, but I've been finding experiments rather boring lately."

"You can actually feel burnout? That must be because of Alicia's influence."

"Everyone's the same. You've been slacking off lately, but actually, your murderous intent is growing stronger..."

The hand massaging the shoulders paused slightly, then gently stroked the back of the neck.

"You saw right through me. The more you cherish the present, the more you want to end everything. You don't want to have a weight on your heart anymore, and you don't want to think about when a Herrscher will appear and kill one of you."

“So I won’t stop you, I’ll let you do whatever you want outside.” Möbius’s voice softened, as if he were talking to himself, or as if he had unintentionally touched the part of his deepest fears.

"What happens after it ends? Will you continue this kind of life?"

Chapter 294 Tonight is very lively

The room was extremely quiet, with only the ticking of the wall clock. Ryan gently kneaded the wound, unable to answer for a long time.

Yes, as a traveler on the path of destiny, can I stop and enjoy eternal peace? After resolving the end, where should I go?

Because the shadow of the end was so powerful, he had never thought about this problem carefully. It was like a mountain standing in front of him; who cared about the scenery behind it?

But when asked about what lay beyond crossing the mountain, Ryan hesitated greatly. He had been in this world for too long and knew too many people; he simply couldn't bear to travel alone again.

The novelty of time travel had long since faded; Ryan was now firmly bound to this world.

He understood why strong people are always aloof and why having too many emotions can dull a sword.

Just like right now, as long as one is still a human being, one will hesitate on crucial issues. If it were ten years earlier, he would have said "I want to go home" without hesitation. If it were two years earlier, he would have quickly chosen to quietly develop in a safer world.

Logically speaking, Mebius wouldn't ask such a question. Perhaps it was the relaxation of both mind and body that made her ask it. Just now, Ryan even felt a trace of hesitation and unease in the woman in his hands.

Just as Ryan's rise to power was inexplicable, so too could his disappearance. This question is filled with personal feelings, unlike May, who can speculate but doesn't care.

"I don't know yet, but the journey never stops, it's just going from one place to another, but if I could, I wouldn't want to travel alone."

Ryan hesitated for a long time before answering, "Others on the Pioneer Train team up to clear maps, so why can't I?"

But the sentence he had made up his mind to say went unanswered for a long time. He lowered his head and smiled helplessly.

Mebius opened his small mouth, his head tilted against the back of the chair, and he had actually fallen asleep.

"What kind of 'sleeping oil' is this? You think you can use it to make black tea?" Ryan glanced at the small bottle, then at the slightly undulating peaks, and promptly stuffed it back into his pocket, then became furious.

I thought about it for so long before I finally made up my mind, and you just fell asleep.

Ryan had lost count of how many times Mebius had fallen asleep in front of him. This serpentine woman was always suspicious and cautious, and only at times like this did she seem somewhat endearing.

He moved around to the front, brushed aside the strands of hair that were hanging down, and looked at that bright and beautiful face.