What? My cheat code is making my own gold coins explode?

"agree."

Walter Young remained silent, which likely meant he tacitly agreed with Siegfried's statement.

However, Zhao Si also realized that while building a 40-meter-tall humanoid mecha, ensuring its mobility, it also had the Honkai energy storage to provide at least 96 hours of operation. Anti-Entropy's technology was a bit bizarre.

"In 48 hours, we will face the Second Herrscher who has obtained a portion of the moon, and possibly all of the ruins. Please be careful and do not underestimate him."

Walter's words drew the attention of the other two, but Siegfried was not thinking about that:

"Then, Lord Alliance Leader, do you have any clues about this battle on the moon?"

Walter pondered for a moment before saying:

"What can be confirmed is that the powers currently displayed by the Second Herrscher, in addition to her own spatial powers, should also include the power of lightning to send electromagnetic waves to Earth, which is also recorded in the Dead Sea Scrolls."

"The act of sending down meteorites can be accomplished by any of the powers currently being used. What's worse, the other party has used a third power."

"However, one thing is certain: as a natural Herrscher, the Second Herrscher can still use the powers of the Herrscher of Reason even if the Herrscher of Reason core that I possess is taken away by the other party."

"Therefore, if possible, I hope that Zhao Si and Siegfried can take my Herrscher core before the Second Herrscher, and prevent it from falling into the hands of the other party."

Walter had presupposed his defeat and death, which Siegfried felt made him seem cowardly before the battle even began, giving the impression that he was already at a disadvantage in terms of morale.

However, in the eyes of the First Herrscher, who had a vague premonition, and Zhao Si, who knew all the information beforehand, this assumption was not problematic at all, and could even be worse:

"Space, lightning, fire, wind, and death—the Second Herrscher possesses a total of five powers."

Zhao Si's words left Siegfried and Walter Young speechless. After a long while, Siegfried stammered:

"Young man, you, you're not joking, are you? Neither Destiny nor Anti-Entropy could obtain intelligence from the moon, so how did you know that?"

Siegfried preferred that Zhao Si was joking rather than believe that what the other party said was true.

He did say that love can bring power, but love alone cannot defeat a Herrscher who possesses five Herrscher Cores.

"I can feel it."

Zhao Si spoke with absolute certainty, without the slightest hesitation.

"The malice of the Second Herrscher, belonging to Sirin, has shrouded our bodies since we stepped off Earth."

"She revealed her strength without any concealment, and she never considered the possibility of failure."

"In 48 hours, prepare to face our fate."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

P.S.: I didn't get home until midnight, and then I was in a daze for a long time without managing to come up with anything. I should prepare more drafts in the future, otherwise I'll just send them when I'm on a business trip.

I've modified Exusiai's cosmic velocity setting; I still underestimated GN particles, bro.

Chapter 18: Unruly, willful, and reckless

"Ha, humans."

Gazing at the two vehicles approaching from afar from the moon, Sirin idly fiddled with her purple hair, her crossed legs rubbing against the other's fair skin.

The original thin and sallow appearance disappeared, replaced by the most perfect body in the world.

As for the price paid, it was nothing more than the last shred of humanity, ravaged by devastation.

Celine is good at keeping her promises, which distinguishes her from those hypocritical ants and highlights her nobility.

Even if the other party arrives on the moon at the last hour of the deadline, the Agent of God will forgive the traitor and the ant for their great disrespect.

"Anyway, none of you are going to escape death."

A few days ago, Sirin was drawn to the moon by an inexplicable force, which, in its outward appearance, seemed to be a lunar portal that she had suddenly opened.

Of course, this minor misunderstanding was insignificant. More importantly, the dying Sirin obtained four more Herrscher Cores, instantly transforming her from a newly minted Herrscher into the strongest being below the End.

This is the most objective evaluation of herself that Sirin has made after absorbing the information from the ruins.

In short, five cores, invincible.

Although Sirin collapsed from exhaustion when she first dropped four meteorites onto Earth due to her lack of skill, she did not give up. On the contrary, the satisfaction she felt from the four meteorites landing on Earth was enough to make up for the little bit of hard work she had put in.

"I can almost hear those hypocritical humans wailing and struggling to survive on the ground!"

Sirin believed that with the divine grace she had received, after a while, no one would be able to rival her. Even if she consumed the remaining seven Herrscher cores, she could still control this perfectly sculpted body.

Of course, we need to deal with some minor troubles that have come knocking on our door first.

All it takes is to threaten the lives of ants, and that traitor to God will obediently come to the moon to die. What a ridiculous thing to do.

"God, I will obey your will."

Just as Celine stood up, preparing to take action, her expression froze slightly, as if a revelation had descended—

Yes, God told me to fully vent my grievances, my frustrations, and my resentment.

"God loves me."

Xilin smiled with relief, then casually waved her hand, sending a swarm of five-meter-thick broken stone pillars flying towards the two pieces of broken metal.

After Sirin provided initial kinetic energy, those stone pillars, each weighing hundreds of tons, immediately attacked the two machines, one large and one small, at a speed of Mach 10. Even though they were still hundreds of kilometers away, the accuracy of the stone pillars controlled by Sirin was impeccable.

"Surely they can handle this level of blow?"

Sirin manipulated the flying stone pillar, and the imaginary hand that followed her like a shadow was like an external limb of Sirin, intending to control the stone pillar to change course midway to confuse her.

The larger robot decisively abandoned its teammates and fled in the other direction. The blue-white mecha that had once threatened Sirin simply extended the blade of its right hand and quickly sliced ​​the stone pillars apart before they could make contact with it. The imaginary hands attached to the stone pillars were erased by the traitor next to the blue-white mecha.

It took only three seconds to effortlessly deflect Sirin's attack, leaving Sirin feeling humiliated once again.

Compared to traitors of the same rank as herself, even if they could hurt her, Sirin could convince herself that it was just a matter of being less skilled, and that she could practice more and try again.

However, being hurt by ants is a different story.

That ant, that ant piloting a mere block of metal! So incredibly weak, yet it repeatedly humiliated me, whether it was the beam of light piercing the barrier of imaginary numbers, or Benares being cruelly dismembered by it…

Even recently, just after leaving Earth, it was able to see itself.

“Yes, that’s right. You, an ant, actually managed to inflict pain on me and even killed my companions. I will kill you. I will offer your head to the gods, Zhao Si.”

As the dominant party, even passive sensing can turn the tables, which is why Sirin remembered the real name of the ant that tirelessly harassed her.

Even though there is no medium for sound to travel in the universe, Sirin's arrogant and angry words still reached the minds of Zhao Si and Walter Yang.

But no one paid any attention. Judging from the cat-and-mouse attitude of the other party, they became more and more careless as they gained more and more power.

Thus, Welt Yang, nestled in Exusiai's palm, continued to travel at a steady speed of Mach 6.5 until he was a hundred meters away from the Second Herrscher, at which point he finally came to a stop.

"Heh, the First Herrscher, willing to sacrifice his life for ants on Earth, tsk tsk tsk..."

"You really have disgraced the Herrscher!"

Like a peacock spreading its tail feathers, Xilin, with a divine halo above her head and six wings spread, unabashedly flaunted the power she had gained, and the light emanating from her made her appear as noble as a princess.

Unfortunately, this princess was a spoiled and willful one, who treated human life as worthless and indiscriminately killed innocent people according to her own likes and dislikes.

Who do you think you are to point fingers at me?

As if sensing Zhao Si's thoughts in Gundam Exia, Sirin waved her slender right hand, and countless tentacles hidden in the imaginary space attacked again. Fortunately, Zhao Si, who had learned his lesson, was prepared for this and moved Exia backward, not giving Sirin a chance to attack.

After Veda recorded the energy fluctuations in the imaginary space, it would immediately warn Zhao Si whenever there were similar fluctuations. As a result, Sirin's imaginary hand could not successfully launch a sneak attack.

"Ants, they can run pretty fast..."

Sirin casually created four pseudo-Herrschers and sent them to chase after the blue and white machine that she didn't think much of.

It's just for fun for now. When I get tired of it, I'll just take a picture and it'll be ruined.

As Welt Yang descended from the sky, out of a small amount of respect for her fellow Herrscher, Sirin retracted her special effects aura and six wings, casually circling in front of Welt Yang.

"Huh? Why aren't you moving? Are you scared out of your wits? You traitor."

Walter Young remained silent, staring at Sirin's face, his hand behind his back silently gathering power in what appeared to be the Star of Eden.

"Tsk tsk tsk, still thinking of resisting? First Herrscher, do you really value the lives of those ants that much?"

"You could easily crush thousands of ants with a flick of your wrist, but you insist on abandoning your dignity as a Herrscher and mingling with them."

Sirin came up with a brilliant idea: instead of killing instantly, why not trample on the opponent's dignity first?

"How about this, if you're willing to submit to me, then I might consider letting you go."

"If you kneel down now and swear allegiance to me, how about that? I'm still a kind person, aren't I?"

Celine finally stood in front of Walter Young. Realizing that her height was not right, she floated up until she looked down at Walter Young.

That's how it should be—to trample every ant and traitor underfoot. That's the life I'm meant to live!

"I reject."

Faced with Sirin's sarcastic remarks, Walter Young gave his answer without hesitation, and then threw the Pseudo-Eden Star forward!

"Ok?"

Sirin had already prepared how to deal with Walter Yang's attack, when she was suddenly hit in the face by an Eden Star grenade.

After the silent explosion, Sirin was covered in soot. Although she wasn't injured at all, the other party had successfully angered her.

A chase-and-survival battle has begun on the moon.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

P.S.: My laptop broke down during a business trip, so it was sent in a double-shipping manner. Now I can only type on my phone. I hope I can get used to it soon.

By the way, I'd like to recommend a book by a friend, the author of "Old Congee Man":

Once upon a time, there was a lovely girl named Lappland Saluzzo. Her father was a bored and cruel man who brutally killed the mousetrap that his daughter kept and even burned down the house where the little animal lived. The girl, heartbroken, went to her friend, knelt on the ground, and picked up the poor little creature...

"Then you had that chevron made into a specimen and gave it to your father. You bought the chevron in Vorsini, made it into a specimen, and gave one to each member of the family. From then on, Mr. Alberto never stopped you from keeping chevrons again. You've told this story hundreds of times."

"This isn't a story, it's a joke, Texas."

Lappland basked in the beautiful sunlight, skewering a slice of chocolate cake with her fork and offering it to Texas's lips.

"It's as funny as a granddaughter saying that you're all bored when her grandfather and father are killing each other, and then leaving."