I am a hero of the former civilization.

Chapter 305 Mebius Suffers

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The lid slowly opened, and a blinding white light shone on Mebius's face. She sat up, feeling uncomfortable with the blurry sensation of her consciousness returning to reality.

"What kind of junk is this?"

Mebius slammed his fist down hard, panting heavily. The pain was still so real, and the feeling of being frozen into an ice sculpture still penetrated to his very bones. He quickly took out a pill and swallowed it.

Just now, on her fifteenth death, the system detected mental instability and ejected her. It took her a long time to finally raise her head.

The huge room contained dozens of 'coffins', the lights reflecting off them with a silvery-white texture. Dozens of people sat inside, all looking like they were questioning the meaning of life.

The setting is limited to city ruins, and the mission is to escape. It sounds simple, but terrifying monsters will attack from all directions.

If the data is strong enough, even a level 59 can become an M1. Not to mention those enhanced versions of Honkai Beasts, the elite enemies are the real nightmare.

These data were collected from calculations by high-level fusion warriors or herrschers, altering their appearance, but their attack power was unparalleled. Before they even reached the edge of the city, everyone was wiped out several times, and they were almost numb to death.

“Dr. Mebius, if you could work with us, we might be able to complete the mission,” Vinal said with a wry smile. This doctor simply wouldn’t listen to orders, and had died several times trying to go it alone.

"Hmph, we can't win even if we're with you guys. That crystal man is Kevin's data, no wonder we can't beat him." Mebius snorted, feeling increasingly uneasy. She participated in this experiment to challenge Ryan and find a way to beat him to a pulp, but she hadn't even seen him.

"What kind of ridiculous task did Mei set up? It's completely mismatched with my abilities. Isn't this a waste of time? No, I have to go find her."

She jumped off the simulator, wanting to kick the wretched thing, but considering the price of one billion euros, she pulled her foot back.

When Vinal saw her leave in a huff, he opened his mouth but ultimately didn't stop her. As she said, this 'Dark Soul' really was dark enough.

No matter how careful he was, a powerful enemy that the detector hadn't even noticed would always jump out from around the corner, slaughtering a group of people until they were missing limbs. Before they could even see the people who had just been 'resurrected,' a huge, scorching sun would fall from above.

Even some of these dogs have been enhanced; it's no wonder they can't win.

Everyone was suffering, and many people even became withdrawn. They were immediately taken to the infirmary for psychological counseling. As Werner watched, he felt that it was of great significance.

If one can adapt to this kind of purgatory and these kinds of surprises, it seems that one is not afraid of the endless stream of monsters that cause collapse.

“Record their state when they encounter danger, as well as their level of cooperation, as the standard for team division.”

"Psychological counseling needs to be further strengthened, and mental fusion warriors can be involved."

"Adjust the data. What I want is to train, not torture. We'll come up with a specific plan at the meeting this afternoon."

Mei was extremely busy. This was a rigorous experiment, and every step had to be scientific; it was never something that could be decided on a whim by just one person.

She signed a few more documents before turning her head to glance at Mebius, who was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed: "How are you feeling? Did you finish the tranquilizer spray I asked you to add?"

"A terrible experience. Dying too many times will leave psychological scars. It's better to increase the sense of accomplishment." Möbius was very calm, showing no trace of his previous aggressive demeanor.

"Didn't we prepare psychological counseling? Also, that task wasn't actually difficult; you failed because you didn't know how to cooperate."

“I…” This time, Mebius didn’t deny it. She really didn’t want to cooperate with Vinal and the others, but without teamwork, they couldn’t win, and they couldn’t even see Ryan.

"Okay, I'll try to cooperate next time."

Mei smiled faintly, knowing that Möbius was carried away; psychologically speaking, people have a kind of masochistic instinct.

"By the way, while we're suffering here, what's that guy doing out there? I think Sakura's back."

"Him? He went to see Eden on business, believing that the next target of the unknown Herrscher is Eden."

what! ?

Mebius was breathing heavily, seething with anger. The rubbish he had concocted had forced her to take medication, but she had no way to vent her frustration, and the pent-up emotions were extremely unbearable.

Although he went there on official business, he must have had ulterior motives.

Remember it, remember it well, and we'll get it back with interest when the time comes!

Without turning around, Mei knew what this platypus was thinking. She had heard of that little notebook and wondered if it still remembered. If they really wanted to settle accounts, even eating Ryan dry wouldn't be enough.

"Look, it's Alicia's turn to lead the team. She has the highest score."

Mebius looked up and saw the pink-haired guy, who was smiling and greeting a group of fusion warriors. It was the first time they had teamed up, and they were all flustered by his enthusiasm.

This socially anxious person.

She pursed her lips, quietly walked to the control panel, and coughed lightly: "I take back my suggestion. Can we increase the difficulty to Hell?"

......

"That's ridiculous. What does her suffering have to do with me? I didn't let her join the 'tempering program'."

Ryan spat into the green belt next to him, then stared blankly at the street scene in front of him.

As the southernmost city in China, it is warm even in the depths of winter, and you can still see some thin, dark-skinned local residents walking along the streets.

Eden's penultimate world tour show is being held here. Because of her arrival, the city seems to have become more vibrant. There is a huge European-style building across the street, and a gentle breeze is blowing through the windows.

An invisible energy seeped into the presidential suite on the top floor, swept over the luxurious furniture, and finally circled around a large bed.

Ryan could 'see' a girl lying on the edge of the bed, her wet hair cascading down, her heavy, perfect breasts becoming more prominent with gravity. He could also 'see' her holding a phone in her left hand, scratching her snow-white thigh with her right hand, and pulling her silk panties, which were leaving marks on her skin, out of place.

At the same time, his phone rang. He took it out and roughly understood what Eden was doing.

Ryan, you really came to my concert?

The man smiled, feeling inexplicably excited. In fact, he had arrived long ago and had been secretly observing for two days.

Ryan swore to God that there was absolutely no ulterior motive involved; he was simply a cautious man who needed to make sure Eden was safe.

The result was that it seemed no problem was found.

Either the Herrscher acted exceptionally well, or my suspicions came true; Eden's Honkai energy resistance is not something that can be easily controlled.

[Just got off the plane, what, aren't you welcome?]

[No, that's not true. I'm just a little surprised. Your current identity is far from simple.]

[You're impressive; I still have to call you boss.]

Eden, who was lying on the bed, rolled over, looked up at her phone, and suddenly smiled. She was quite happy with Ryan's attitude.

Holding supreme power, yet still so humorous; truly unique, unchanged in the slightest.

That's more like it. I don't like dealing with those scheming old men.

"That would be an honor. Shall I send someone to pick you up? I'd like to have a good talk with you."

Ryan paused slightly on the screen; this wasn't part of the original plan. He thought for a moment.

I can't reveal my identity, so please wait for me in the room. I need to talk to you about something.

At first, Eden was a little disappointed, but then her eyes lit up. She quickly got up, opened the wardrobe, rummaged around inside for a while, and chose the long dress she liked best.

Then, after telling Evela not to disturb her, he brewed a cup of black tea and waited at the table.

Ryan didn't rush over immediately. He had just said he had just gotten off the plane, which would be a slap in the face. He circled around the hotel entrance a few times, walked into the alley, and pressed the button for the illusion mask.

In an instant, he transformed into a young man with slightly wavy blond hair, dark circles under his eyes, and a pale face.

He had prepared several identities for this trip. For example, this was Coleman. As one of the heads of the intelligence department, it was normal for him to protect Miss Eden. And being a high-level fusion warrior would also make it easier to attract people to place bets.

The reason why the presidential suite is called "presidential" is that it must be large and luxurious enough. In the elegant reception room, the finest black tea is emitting a delicate fragrance.

With slender wrists, she picked up the wide-mouthed cup and gently stirred it with a golden spoon, without making any clinking sound. Eden sat quietly until the air in front of her distorted and the man stepped out.

“Major Coleman? No, it’s you, Ryan.” The surprise flashed by, quickly replaced by elegance.

“Well, I have something to do this time, so I have to pretend.” Ryan placed his right hand on his chest and bowed slightly. “You don’t mind, do you?”

Eden was curious, but also considerate, and shook his head: "What you are doing is a great undertaking, I won't mind."

Ryan glanced at Eden and saw that she was wearing a black evening dress that accentuated her graceful figure. A string of sparkling diamonds was embedded in the deep valley of her V-neck, and a gold bracelet adorned her snow-white wrist.

Beneath the hem of her dress were pale purple stockings, ending in elegant black ankle boots.

This kind of opulent attire is something most people couldn't pull off, but it looks perfectly appropriate on Eden, as if these priceless jewels were tailor-made for her.

Because Coleman, who was suffering from kidney deficiency, looked so sleazy, Ryan didn't look at him much. He sat down on the velvet chair next to him, picked up the brewed black tea and took a sip. His eyes lit up.

"Good tea."

“Yes, the finest Ceylon tea, its place of origin has been ravaged by the Collapse. Such exquisite things will be hard to taste again.” Eden answered calmly, without a hint of showing off, but rather with a touch of melancholy. “This tea, this camel hair carpet, this exquisite ceramics, there are fewer and fewer things that can truly captivate us.”

"After all, this is a war, and there are some things that must be given up, which I can't change."

“I understand that everything in this world needs to be valued.” Her slender fingers brushed across the old tabletop, staring at the centuries-old clock, a hint of determination appearing on the girl’s elegant face.

"What I want to preserve are those things that seem worthless but are actually immeasurable."

Chapter 306 What's so special about this? A super-rich woman?

This was Ryan's first time having a face-to-face conversation with Eden, and the feeling it gave him was completely different.

In his daily life, there are too few artsy young women with such extreme sensitivity. He is used to using data to process various affairs and using rigorous reports to determine the survival of each region.

Eden is the exact opposite of May, who focuses on practical things like food, land, and strategic location, and has no understanding of music, painting, or antiques. In her view, these junks take up space in a warehouse.

But no matter how you look at it, art is an important part of a magnificent civilization. As Eden said, value cannot be measured by reason, and if there is only reason, then one cannot be called a 'human being'.

Take a painting or calligraphy, for example. In the apocalypse, it might be too rough to even use as a wiping mat, but every stroke on it is a treasure of human civilization, whose value is immeasurable.

Ryan's attitude was neutral; he did not deny the value of spiritual nourishment, otherwise he would not have built so many entertainment facilities in the underground fortress.

"This is also a part of human civilization, and it should indeed be preserved. Here's what I'll do: I'll designate an area to preserve historical heritage, put all the treasures from various museums into it, and then allocate a section from the central database to digitally store movies, music, and the like."

“It’s so good that you understand.” Eden clapped his hands lightly and smiled knowingly. “I will donate 100 billion euros for the construction costs, and the rest will be given away as a gift. I will also personally participate in this massive project. Please don’t refuse. This is what I want to do.”

So poor that all they have left is money, is that alright?

"Alright, consider this my way of thanking you, like a moth drawn to a flame."

Eden also played a role in the recent controversy; her words were far more effective than those of the public relations department, quelling many unfavorable comments.

"Then I need to get a report out quickly, um, right after the last two shows of the tour."

Having finalized a deal, Eden was delighted, thinking to himself that this Grand Master was indeed a top-notch composer, like a kindred spirit.

She pressed one hand against her collar, leaned forward, poured Ryan half a cup of black tea, and then smiled and said, "Since you have something to ask me, please speak freely."

That's really clever of them. They whetted my appetite first, and only got to the point after everything was settled. Their emotional intelligence is off the charts.

Despite being tricked, Ryan showed no resentment and nodded slightly: "That's right, the Herrscher might target you."

"A Herrscher?" Eden's almond-shaped eyes widened slightly, somewhat puzzled. "I'm neither a member of the Flame Chaser nor a Fusion Warrior. Why are you targeting me?"