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Since she was very young, that voice - the voice of the stars - has been echoing in her ears.

Her mother would not be able to accompany her because of work.

Her sisters would distance themselves from her as a growing sense of competition for the throne of queen developed.

The retainers would look down on her behind her back because she was useless as a celestial being.

Only this child never left her.

The sound of the star spirit that has been echoing in my ears since I was old enough to understand, telling of my essence.

Illitia has thanked her spirits many times.

When his mother looked at him with regret, when he avoided his sisters who showed the majesty of pure-bloods at the first development, when he heard others laughing at him in a low voice, it was always by his side.

In the past it was just companionship, but this time, it is more than just companionship.

The thing called Star Disaster is undoubtedly the worst thing in the world. Illitia understood this from the first time she drank the reagent.

Tyranny, destruction, sabotage, occupation...

A certain [voice] different from that of his own star spirit began to sound when the extract entered his body, stirring up all kinds of emotions that wanted to destroy everything.

Ilitia, who had intended to "destroy" the Imperial Palace of Nebilis, once wanted to literally destroy the country.

But unconsciously, a certain blue light brought her back to consciousness.

Ilitia, who had calmed down, saw the scene of destruction.

The all-devouring dark thing ravaged the endless number of Protoss.

Countless colorful streams of light escaped from the center of the star along the cracks in the earth and broke through to the surface.

No one explained anything to her. Just by looking at the mirage-like scene, the girl understood everything.

It turns out that the star vein fountain is not a gift from the star, but a phenomenon formed by the fear of disaster escaping from the center of the star and rushing out of the surface.

It turns out that the disaster was so horrific that even all the stars were afraid of it.

This power, this power—

It's so wonderful and so terrible.

Illitia was convinced that she had obtained enough power to defeat all the Protoss.

She also understood that she would eventually get burned by playing with fire.

The Nebilis Imperial Palace is destined to be destroyed in her hands, and perhaps the disaster will be attracted from the center of the star by her actions.

But it doesn't matter, she will be sacrificed to the disaster after the collapse of that false paradise (Nebilis Imperial Hall).

This power will not remain in the world in the future.

And now...

The unprecedented feeling of power stimulated Illitia, and her soft body began to embrace Alcaide with greater strength.

“Crackle, crackle—”

The bones made a slight popping sound, and Alcaide recalled the time when Yang Wuqu taught him the strangulation technique.

"Kid, remember, there will be many times when you don't have weapons in your hands. If you want to fight at that time, you can only rely on your own well-trained body. Using soft power to fight against each other can let you experience the mystery of [fighting] with power. When you comprehend the mystery, you can master the technique of eliminating power - it can be referred to as [eliminating power]."

"Deviating from the force, twisting the hidden power, letting the body bypass the hard force, and capturing the opponent in reverse, this is the so-called physical technique. And the strangulation technique is a kind of ground technique, which is a gentle way of attack."

"Its characteristic is that it will not cause blood and flesh to splatter and render the enemy powerless..."

At that time, Yang Wuqu, who was gradually losing the right to breathe due to the naked choke by his own brother, tried his best to explain to him who was doing OMO next to him what kind of technology was used on him.

Alcaide was wary of this technique because he had witnessed someone being strangled and gradually losing his ability to resist, and he was also careful not to let others hug him from behind.

But this time, Ilitia was facing him (crossed out) and hugging him from the front.

The gradually increasing force told him that he should start resisting. He had to do something, whether it was to dissipate the force or to combine his armor.

But the girl's trembling body made him suspicious.

Is it fear?

Is it painful?

Why is it like this?

Obviously becoming stronger than ever, yet seeming to become weaker than ever.

He lowered his head and placed his chin on top of Ilitia's head.

The huge force exerted on her body gradually weakened, and Ilitia raised her head, her eyes showing signs of being watery.

The pair of heterochromatic eyes looked at Alcaide's gem-like red eyes, then closed, and the delicate red lips slightly raised.

Alcaide subconsciously lowered his head and retreated when the two were about to touch each other.

Feeling the warm breath leaving her nose, Ilitia opened her eyes.

Does he...think I'm scary?

Ilitia looked at Arcaid with some fear in mind, but she saw... a shy expression.

It's like when a young boy gets too close to a girl he likes for the first time, and realizes that she is of the opposite sex - or realizes that he has feelings for her that are more than just friends, and feels that being so close in his current capacity is a bit too intimate.

"What? I didn't know you would make such an expression..."

"Eh?"

The wind brought the sound to Alkaide, but it did not enlighten him, so he just stared at the girl's beautiful smile in front of him. For a moment...

……

"Snapped--"

The black emperor closed his silver flip phone and threw it onto the sofa beside him.

"A three-year-old fell in love with a nice big body... Why would I have such a dream?"

Although he was a little confused about whether Ilitia was the older sister or the younger sister, Yang Weiwu undoubtedly felt that this matter was very strange.

It's like seeing Wu Ziming take a crutch and instead of breaking it, he hit Mr. E with it; it's like seeing a man and a woman doing frog jumping on the beach and the woman saying to the man "I just want to see this expression"; it's like seeing Xinnan pulling Bei Miao and saying "You useless thing, you'd better give up your identity as an armor summoner and find a proper job like reporting the news."

All of the above were very raw, and the impact of that scene on his mind was similar to the previous scene.

[It's nothing, it's normal for a little boy to like a pretty older sister. ]

According to some random data and conclusions that LISA found from somewhere, young men are more likely to be attracted to beautiful women who are more mature than themselves, and to work hard for them.

For example, there’s an elementary school boy who becomes very interested in a course because the female teacher of the course is very pretty… or something like that.

For example, because of the other person's mature tolerance, one will reveal the immature side of oneself that is usually hidden... or something like that.

The final conclusion of the data is that there is always a period when men desire women who are more mature than themselves. On the surface, many of them simply like beautiful older sisters, but in fact, they desire a role that can accommodate them and conform to their own fantasies about the opposite sex. In other words -

Yes, the answer is that——

[You are longing for your mother, Yang Weiwu.]

"Screw you! What Char?"

Yang Weiwu felt that something was wrong the more he thought about it. When he heard this, he instantly got the point and made an argument by substitution, then successfully proved that this statement was correct. He was so angry that he put his silver-gray combat boots on the table.

The heavy and sharp combat boots instantly shattered the glass low table, but the fragile furniture was forcefully contained in the room's energy field to maintain a delicate balance to ensure that it would not be completely destroyed.

The hand wrapped in the pure white armor tights was placed on the sofa, and the index finger tapped subconsciously.

It was clearly hitting the soft sofa, but it made a sound like hitting metal.

That was the power of the metal element used unconsciously. This power containing the concept of "metal" turned the air at the place where the finger tapped into a metallic state under exaggerated willpower, inadvertently proving Yang Weiwu's achievement in the metal element at this time.

Gold is smelted, and conquered by fire, in which it is recast.

Gold is sinking, and it contains a kind of power.

Jin Nai Su Sha, Yang Weiwu now wanted to kill that guy who was becoming more and more embarrassed the more he thought about it.

[Planning to kill another self? ]

LISA keenly captured his murderous intent and analyzed his target.

[Not really? After all, he was just a kid. It's pathetic for a man to have no dark history.]

"That's not why I want to kill him."

The cold voice came through the armor, with a dull yet distant tone.

"I know very well that although I theoretically have a talent for fighting, there is a reason why I didn't discover it in the past."

"I am a person who lacks ambition. I have the talent to fight but I don't have the heart to fight."

"I am a person who is content with the status quo. If I feel that my current life is not bad, unless a good thing that can be easily achieved comes to me, otherwise I will not work hard to take the initiative to do it."

"He has been living a life of ease after all. It's no wonder that his progress in the Wood Element is so slow."

"The mid- and low-end combat power in this world is still too weak, and the so-called purebloods are all guys who fight alone. Apart from me, there are only two people who can pose a life threat to him now."

"It's time to give him some strength."

The pale blue eye-protection lens lit up slightly, and Yang Weiwu put down his legs and stood up.

"Let me change my plan a little bit—"

"I will ignore their little tricks for now and allow the predatory plant species to appropriately expand their apparent living range."

"Then, using the aliens as an evolutionary template, have them send out individuals to assassinate him regularly."

[But this thing seems to be afraid of Alkaide, right? Is it because he is equivalent to your clone? In short, it seems that they can't do it regardless of their strength or mentality. ]

"The fear is not because of me, but because of other reasons. As for how to get them up..."

"Hyenas will swarm a prey if it is seriously injured, even if it is a lion."

"Besides, they will either die in the battle with Wind Hawkman or die in my hands."

"I believe they are sensible."

【369】So weak?

About twenty kilometers south of the neutral city of Ain, there is a lush grove.

There is a small hut at the edge of the forest, with a wooden sign that reads "Tree Planter" hanging in front of the door.

Alcaide has lived here for almost half a year. During this period, he was forced to stay here except on the first day of every month. The reason can be traced back to when he separated from Illitia half a year ago.

……

"Then, I'm going back."

The elegant and generous First Princess did not show the business smile she showed to outsiders at this moment, although such a smile also looked natural and beautiful under her beauty and skilled techniques, but at this moment, Yu Wuxia, who was more pure than charming and in line with her age, was undoubtedly more beautiful.

"Be careful on the road."

Alcaide liked the way Ilitia looked now. That genuine smile had pure beauty to him and made his heart beat faster.

"Take care of yourself, I'll come see you regularly."

As the train attendants urged the passengers to get on board, Ilitia boarded the train back to the Imperial Palace.

Alcaide watched the train quietly until it started and slowly disappeared over the horizon.

"It's time to find a place to stay. Let's just stay in a hotel tonight. In a couple of days, I'll look for a good place to rent and buy some daily necessities."

He stretched, squinted his eyes, turned around, and then froze.

It was a literal fixation, and it was not the result of Arcaid's will.

It felt like his body was being held down by something heavy and hard, blocking his ability to move.

In the blink of an eye, that feeling disappeared, and the feeling of weightlessness made his body fall subconsciously, and a dirt ground that was completely different from the train platform appeared in his eyes.

"This is……"

Alcade, who had fallen to the ground, raised his hands and rubbed them subconsciously as they were covered in mud.

There is some dry soil, which is very consistent with the soil within a few dozen kilometers of the neutral city of Ain.

He jumped up suddenly, avoiding the silver-grey sword that was about to pierce into the place where he had just been lying.

He fell to the ground sideways in a rather awkward manner, but without any tragic incident like falling on the sword, Alcade looked at the person who had attacked him.