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

[The atmosphere's set, it's time to play a song.]

(BGM: Beyond the Time)

Is the overload of the psychoframe due to people's consciousness being concentrated here?

Beside him, Walter Yang's physical body had stopped breathing, and his and Zhao Si's souls had completely merged into this golden phoenix.

I didn't feel fear; instead, I felt warmth and a sense of security.

"Hey, look! The meteorite's descent has stopped. Was it because of that strange light?"

"Dr. Tesla, wipe away your tears first. We all know that Walter and Zhao Si are in that light."

Tesla could no longer feign composure; she began to wail, her eyes fixed on the captivating blue-green light—

The beam of light linked the meteorite to the moon, and the meteorite not only stopped falling but also continued to rise higher, disappearing from human view.

"The meteorite has changed direction! It's starting to move away from Earth!"

The footage of the meteorite flipping back was transmitted to every corner of the world. People were confused as to why they had suffered such a devastating disaster, and they also did not understand why they had suddenly been saved.

Only a few people know the origin and origin of this meteorite, and they are deeply grateful for it.

"We did it..."

Zhao Si opened his eyes; the cockpit was deathly silent.

Welt Yang's body, his physical form, and the dark core of the Herrscher of Reason.

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'm so sorry, (。?＿?。)? I'm so sorry, I struggled for ages and couldn't come up with anything, and even after I did, something just didn't feel right, so I went through a whole round of deleting and revising, deleting and revising, deleting and revising, deleting and revising, deleting and revising, until I exceeded the time limit, Damn!

However, words still can't convey the sense of miracle that propelled the meteorite; you have to see it for yourself to understand the awe-inspiring scene.

So, let's go watch Char's comeback instead (serious face).

Chapter Twenty-Five: The Second Herald of Intelligence, Sirin

"They actually managed to push them back..."

At the top of the Tower of Babylon, Celine sat casually on one of the edges, her two delicate white feet dangling in the air. She looked up and saw the bright moon filling the gap again, and a smile appeared on her lips.

"What did I say before? The falling meteorite was a sign of hatred for all humanity. But now I want to go back on my word. You're gone, and humanity is meaningless... If you hadn't come to me alive, I would have kept my promise."

As if talking to herself, or perhaps to the visitors behind her, Xilin turned to the side, placing one foot flat on the edge of the tower top, stretching out her crystal-clear and plump toes, while the other foot still dangled high in the air at the edge of the cliff.

The blond clown, now wearing a new mask, found the Second Herrscher who had fought on the moon and overheard the latter's earlier monologue.

He first raised both hands to indicate his harmlessness, then removed his hat, bowed, and spoke in a humble and sincere tone:

"Your Excellency Second Herrscher, you haven't forgotten me. A few days ago, it was I who secured your chance to escape..."

“Otto Apocalypse, right? Communicating with the old humans is such a hassle. No matter what you say, you have to beat around the bush before you can get to the point.”

As Xilin said this, she was also suppressing her emotions.

After a series of trials and tribulations with Zhao Si, she obtained a considerable amount of information about the Second Collapse from his spiritual body. As for how much she obtained, Xilin couldn't say for sure. She felt that some of her overly advanced memories were gradually disappearing, as if they had exceeded the limits set by someone.

However, the true identity of the clown mask in front of us is not exactly advanced information. In fact, as the founder of the Tower of Babylon, he once imprisoned and executed dissidents in the tower and conducted human experiments inside it. It can be said that the Tower of Babylon is one of the filthy toilets of the Bishop of Destiny.

This event is also recorded in Anti-Entropy, a book that recounts past events, which surprisingly did not erase it from Sirin's mind.

Unlike before, when Celine encountered the real culprit, she didn't immediately lash out and kill him. Instead, she tried to learn from the old humans and circumvent the clown's ways.

She wanted to toy with Otto Apocalypse, who had been driven to the brink of collapse by Zhao Si's barrage of insults.

"...The Second Herrscher is joking. A clown is a clown, it can't be anyone else."

"Stubborn to the end, it seems they've learned their lesson."

Sirin caught a glimpse of golden feathers appearing around him, and casually snapped her fingers. With a crisp sound from her thumb and middle finger, an imaginary hand emerged, sealing Otto Apocalypse in layers.

She stretched, then stood up and walked gracefully toward Otto, her feet leaving a trail of tiny, delicate footprints in the snow without leaving a speck of dust.

"Hmm~ A toy made by ants using the corpse of a Herrscher, isn't it interesting?"

Under Otto Apocalypse's expectant gaze, Sirin grabbed the golden feathers and instantly refined them, creating a golden Rubik's Cube in her palm. The consciousness within it fell silent, not daring to make a sound.

That's terrifying, brother. Among all the Herrschers recorded in the previous civilization, only the final Herrscher of the End could truly surpass this so-called Second Herrscher.

Is the current civilization some kind of gathering place for monsters and demons? How could such a monster be raised in Sequence Two!

"Knowledge is power. When Zhao Si and I were fighting to the death on the moon, I understood one or two tenths of the blessings that God had given me."

Recalling that reddish-blue and white machine, Exia Gundam Trans-AM, it almost took my life in ten seconds. Every sword strike was a near-death experience, and every escape from death was terrifying. Every time I think about it, it excites me.

With each breath, Sirin suppressed the trembling and flushing caused by the memories. She directly invaded the core of the First Divine Key, Void Treasury, and dyed it with her own purplish-red color.

"Although I failed to obtain the core of the Herrscher of Reason, it's not bad to enjoy the First Divine Key."

"As for you, Otto Apocalypse, let him kneel before God and let God give you the final answer."

Sirin pointed a finger from afar, and the next moment, all the bodies linked to Otto's consciousness stopped functioning and collapsed to the ground. Sirin then used a feather to carry a portion of his consciousness into the body, controlling it in sync with her physical body in the real world.

"According to the 'plot,' Otto's meeting with God is a crucial turning point. No matter what, I, as a character in this story, can't escape the inertia of fate. Since that's the case, wouldn't it be better for me to gracefully kick this guy in?"

Otto Apocalypse, how can I make this zombie, who has lived for five hundred years, feel pain?

Xilin stood in the wind and snow, still uncertain in her heart.

Should I copy Zhao Si's words and give that clown another scolding? Probably not, he's already resistant after being scolded once. Or should I interfere at a crucial moment and ruin everything for him?

"This is good. I'm a villain, I have no bottom line. I just don't know how to survive Zhao Si's clutches. Ugh, what a happy dilemma!"

Xilin lay down in the snow on the top of the tower, letting the cold snow ash cool her burning body.

This woman has gone mad.

Zhao Si, far away on the moon, was still unaware that his opponent had become psychologically abnormal; he was still thinking inside the gleaming Phoenix.

The rock that was pushed back to the moon was forced into the original empty space and was even pressed down tightly, but Zhao Si and Walter Yang are not in very good condition at the moment.

Zhao Si couldn't determine whether he was dead or alive. He could see his own body; his chest was still rising and falling slightly, and specks of golden light spread from his chest to his limbs. But beside him, Walter Yang's body had already disintegrated.

Fur tissue is fur tissue, skin is skin, and meat chunks are mixed with bone structure.

"Mr. Welt, are all the bodies constructed by your Herrscher of Reason this terrifying? It's like the drive was dismantled and the rest of the body stopped performing altogether, exploding into a free replacement site."

"Young man, I'm relieved to see that your words are still as sharp as ever."

Walter Yang, also a consciousness entity, emerged from the core of the Herrscher of Reason, but his mental state was much better than Zhao Si's.

"I was indeed exhausted, but when I thought about the Second Herrscher flying back to Earth so gracefully, I tossed and turned and came back to life."

"You've really gotten yourself into a deep-seated obsession."

"If I don't get back to Earth, that guy will start running rampant again. I have to go back."

At this point, Zhao Si suddenly plunged his head into his own body. In a dizzying rush, he successfully switched to a first-person perspective, his hands instinctively touching his chest—

Zoffy disappeared, and the power of that man's foot skin had become one with his own.

"Thank you for bringing me life, Lord Zoffy..."

Zhao Si seized the core of the Herrscher of Reason and put it into his pocket, then reconnected to Phoenix. The golden phoenix once again emitted a brilliant blue light.

"Under the premise of not increasing the mental burden, returning to Earth at Mach 30 will take about ten hours. Mr. Walter, we need to go back to work overtime."

"I couldn't ask for it, young man."

Zhao Si nodded, and then his consciousness entered a new space:

Welcome, host, to the gacha system.

[Please silently say "prize pool" to the host, and then silently say "prize pool ( ) draw card" to indicate which prize pool you are drawn from.]

[Remaining number of draws: 6]

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.: It's hard to imagine that "touched|chest" would be identified as the sensitive word "touched|chest". I can't hold it in anymore, bro.

Chapter Twenty-Six: Now, it's time for the card draw! (Images have been added, please refresh)

[Remaining number of draws: 6]

Zhao Si stared at the number of card draws, trying to figure out which plot points he had changed.

He is now gradually figuring out another clever use of the card-drawing system: it is used to check the deviation value caused by his actions, although it only involves the main characters.

The more times you manage to draw cards, the more variables there will be later on, and the less useful your prior knowledge of the story will be.

But that's what makes it interesting, isn't it?

"System, let's make a deal. Could you explain who each of these six instances corresponds to this time?"

Sure.

"If it doesn't work, fine, I'll guess it myself... Hmm? Is that okay?"

[Cecilia Shaniat, Cheng Lixue, Xilin, Kiana Kaslana, K423, Bronya Zaychek, exactly six.]

"Then explain the reasons?"

[Pushing your luck won't be a good thing, host. You'll find out later how much you'll be targeted in this world.]

"Don't even mention it. Giving Sirin a brain buff and an anger buff was just karma. If I hadn't been a step ahead, I would have been stuck here."

Zhao Si felt a chill run down his spine when he thought of Xilin chasing after him like a madwoman. What deep-seated grudge could there be? All he did was chase after her and hack away at her with his three red skills.

[Now that all of the Second Herrscher's hatred can be transferred to you, host, that's a great achievement, isn't it?]

"System, what you said has a certain logic to it, so I accept it."

Upon closer reflection, Cecilia Schariac and Cheng Lixue were both at the forefront of the fight against the Second Herrscher. Now that Sirin's hatred is fully focused on him, if he could lure Sirin into the air or even back into space for another round of fighting, those fighting on the ground would naturally not be affected.

However, Zhao Si couldn't make a judgment on the following [Sirin, Kiana Kaslana, K423]. Since Sirin was destined to die, why was she on the list of those who could get a lot of gacha pulls?