Ark, after I died, the operators started to love me.

Kal'tsit, engrossed in watching, whispered, "Isn't what you're doing involving warp teleportation?"

"Of course, humans can't do it, but light is different."

Mike swiped the cursor again, from bottom to top. The light on his body faded, his carapace peeled away, and his huge, muscular body visibly degenerated and shrank, turning into the thin young Dr. Ann.

His face was covered in sweat, pale, and his lips were bloodless.

"The burden is huge. I didn't expect that even with the suppressor, I still wouldn't be able to return to my strongest state. But it's okay, taking you in is no problem."

Kal'tsit looked intently at Dr. Ann, who was now a head shorter than her, and finally uttered a sentence that had been buried in her heart for a long time.

"An, I was wrong."

Mike paused for a moment, then asked with a smile, "What are you doing? Don't pique my curiosity at a time like this. All the paths I've chosen are the result of my own choices, not your fault. We are the kind of people... monsters, we bleed and sweat, but we never shed tears... Someone will remember everything for us."

This time, he hugged Kal'tsit and plunged into the rift, which then closed.

……

1064 years.

Gantry.

Elsa, the bakery helper, sat on the bottom step of the government building, carefully tucking the tips given by the important people deep into her clothes.

Recently, Longmen has been hit by many outsiders, especially the regional forces that the Yan people are entangled with, which has given the officers a lot of headaches. Even the outer ring, which is not very noticeable, has been significantly affected.

I wish there would be peaceful days.

Elsa stretched her legs comfortably, finally getting a break from all the running around and the boss lady's scornful stares.

"You are not allowed to sit here!"

As the girl was lost in thought, a guard in a crisp uniform walked over and coldly shooed her away.

Elsa knew she had to leave; otherwise, she might be arrested as a spy for Yan.

I heard that the prison cells in the government office are cold and damp, and that being imprisoned for a long time will cause rheumatism, which is excruciatingly painful on cloudy or rainy days.

She quickly got up, bowed repeatedly in apology, and left as the guards waved impatiently.

On the way back, Elsa suddenly remembered the person she met when she set off. He took a bite of such a big loaf of bread. How silly! Are there still people in Lungmen who don't know how to eat this stuff?

What really intrigued her was the Lateran. It was the first time she had ever seen an angel, and she couldn't understand why the angel's halo was black.

Suddenly, a confused look appeared on the girl's face, as if she was recalling something. Everything around her became blurred to varying degrees.

what is that?

A figure walked towards her.

Black snowflakes drifted down from the sky.

Elsa felt a splitting headache. She clutched her head, let out a piercing scream, turned and ran away, disappearing into the crowd on Lungmen Street.

In an instant, the illusion began to crumble to varying degrees, with ripples spreading outwards.

Damaged vehicles, illusory figures, and buildings burning fiercely on the street...

……

in reality.

The anomaly at the outer ring of Lungmen was reported to the Guard Bureau, which quickly drew Swire's attention.

"Such a big thing happened, why did it take so long to submit the report?! Where is Hoshiguma?!

The Royal Guard Commissioner broke out in a cold sweat: "Commander Hoshiguma is on vacation."

Swire stared intently into the other person's eyes: "Tell her to come back. Her vacation is over early!"

"Yes."

For no apparent reason, the little tiger felt a bit hot, and was almost sweating.

6. I like you, and I hate you.

How did it suddenly change like this?!

The Lateran duo, who had ventured deep into the illusion, turned around and realized they were in deep trouble.

Kal'tsit was not found, nor was the source of the distortion. Furthermore, their location underwent a major change, suddenly transforming from an orderly life of citizens to a state of multi-party conflict in Lungmen.

"Don't be nervous. The more this happens, the more it proves that our plan is correct. Someone must have touched the core issue to trigger such a big change."

While comforting his companion, Mostima checked his belongings, which included portable spectroscopic glasses for visual observation and several protective gear items.

"Put this in your mouth."

The fallen angel handed Fiameta a grayish-white stick, about 30 centimeters long and 3 centimeters in diameter.

Red Liboli recognized it at a glance and exclaimed in surprise, "You actually still kept this?"

"The medicine prepared by Miss Mulberry is not easy to find now. I don't know how effective it will be, but it's better than nothing."

Mostima turned to look at the chaotic Lungmen Outer Ring. Right there on this street, something had clearly happened that should have caused panic among the citizens, but a considerable number of pedestrians seemed to see nothing and continued walking on their own. Some even went into the burning shops and bought things.

Even more outrageous, the other person's body passed right through the flames, as if what the Lateran duo had seen didn't exist at all.

Holding the medicine pills, Fiameta murmured, "The current situation is much more troublesome than when we faced Hai Si."

“Have we really faced Hai Si? That was just a result calculated by Rhodes Island through PRTS. The southern seas of Iberia are calm, and even the Inquisition thinks Hai Si has suddenly become obedient.”

"But we faced countless fierce battles inside those machines, and His Holiness the Pope died many times."

"I already told you it's a fully realistic simulation game, don't mistake something fake for reality!"

Mostima spoke while staring at the pills in his companion's hand, and suddenly realized something.

"You're not afraid and don't want to use this thing, are you?"

"how is this possible?"

Fiameta blushed and argued for a couple of minutes, then gritted her teeth and stuffed the pill into her mouth.

Actually, she always felt ashamed to use this thing; it looked like some kind of sex toy.

The fallen angel cupped Fiameta's face in her hands. This girl could be quite cute at times, especially when she blushed.

Red Liboli was also stunned, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

But at that moment, she suddenly noticed that Mostima's expression froze, and her gaze went past her shoulder to a certain spot behind her.

Fiameta didn't have time to shout because she bit down on the pill, and when she made a sound from her throat, saliva gushed out from between her teeth.

What a shame.

Mostima bypassed her, took off running, and frantically looked around as if searching for something.

impossible.

There's no way I could have been wrong just now.

That person is An.

Ann, wearing the Rhodes Island doctor's coat, was caught by Mostima in a fleeting moment as she passed by.

But when Mostima turned the corner, he found the scene still chaotic, and he could no longer find the person.

The girl stumbled a couple of times, instinctively reaching out to steady herself against the wall. Her face was pale as she cried out, "An! Where are you?!"

No one responded.

It was as if everything I had just seen was an illusion.

Suddenly.

A pair of hands embraced her from behind, warm and soft.

"I heard it all."

Fiameta pressed her face against the fallen angel's back, soothingly saying, "I heard everything."

Mostima's face was ashen, and she choked out, "I really saw him just now, there's no mistake, that was him."

"But what will happen, Mostima? This is an illusion created by the source of the distortion. Even if you see it, it is false. If you believe it, it will only put you in danger."

"I……"

Li Bo gently bumped the fallen angel's back with his forehead: "The dead cannot be brought back to life. You and I both know that."

"sorry."

With the comfort of her companions, Mostima's mood improved slightly. She remembered what she had said before: everything she saw in the distorted environment was not real. She saw the Doctor, but it might just be a projection in her mind.

"I want to tell him that I still love him."

"Okay, once this matter is resolved, I'll go to Colombia with you."

"Thank you."

"You rarely say thank you, but now you're thanking me for a man..."

Mostima's shoulders stiffened. She slowly turned around and looked seriously at Fiameta's face: "You'd better read less romance novels."

"I've never bought any of Longmen's novels... I've only read Remian's stock."

Fiameta's argument seemed so weak and powerless. Under the piercing gaze of the fallen angel, she could only slowly lower her head and admit that she had only looked at those things out of curiosity.

To prevent the guy from spouting any more nonsense, Mostima stuffed another pill into Liboli's mouth, and she also took a bite herself.

Miss Mulberry's prescription has a good effect on refreshing the mind, but whether it can resist the distorted effects is still unknown.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Fiameta uttered a series of incomprehensible shouts, tugged hard at Mostima's clothes, and pointed at the roadside sign.

here it is……

The bakery they had passed earlier.

Right here, a man was arrested by the military police.

Mostima became serious. How far had they gone, and how many turns had they taken? How did they end up back here?

Could this be the core of the source of the distortion?