Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

The materials Ruan Mei needed were not rare. Before long, all the Black Tower dolls were delivered, enough for Ruan Mei to make several batches.

As for her tissue sample, it was actually just a portion of her DNA extracted.

As fellow geniuses, Heita knew that Ruan Mei wanted to achieve her goal through gene editing.

Hmm, no side effects, and it's a one-time solution.

Ten minutes later, Ruan Mei took off her gloves and handed a tube of dark-colored reagent to Heita.

"A total of 75mL, drinking it all will reach the general standard of E, drinking 25mL will be C, and 50mL will be D. Hmm... I also support the middle value."

Ruan Mei explained softly.

"The amount consumed determines the effect, and the increase in scale is linear, with a short activation time of only 10 seconds."

Hei Ta didn't hesitate; he took the drink and tilted his head back to drink half of it.

Soon, she felt an unusual sensation in her body; her top visibly bulged.

"Well……"

The sudden restriction made Black Tower frown.

The increase in volume inevitably led to a corresponding increase in weight, and this heavy, unfamiliar feeling made her somewhat unaccustomed to it.

"If you don't want to be too tired, I suggest you just do what I do."

Ruan Mei offered a timely reminder, and then patiently inquired:

"Is there anything else? If not, I need to begin my research on the new topic."

"That's all. Remember to come to my office at 15 PM every day to upgrade the simulated universe." Black Tower put away the unfinished reagent and left with satisfaction.

In the vast confinement compartment, Ruan Mei was soon the only one left.

Instead of immediately immersing herself in the research as she had said, she ran two fingers across her body, pulling out a memory scene.

"Teacher...you can't...you'll be responsible for this..."

"Didn't I take responsibility for you long ago, from the day I brought you back?"

Looking back, the voices of the past still echo in my ears.

Ruan Mei sighed softly.

That year... Amu respected his teacher as usual.

That night, however, he became one with her...

She was drunk, but he was sober.

He was below, appearing so passive.

His face flushed red, his breathing became heavy, and he dared not move his hands at all, only daring to hold onto the bed sheet, afraid that any inappropriate move would displease her.

This happened several times, from a little after 22 p.m. until after 1 a.m.

Not only did I not dare to move my hands, I didn't even dare to open my eyes for too long.

Amu is too proper, so she doesn't know what kind of person he likes...

She could have been very close to Amu, and she could have explored his preferences through their joyful moments, or simply asked him directly.

As long as he likes it, she has countless ways to transform herself into the person he loves most.

As she gazed at the scene from her memory, Ruan Mei's eyes gradually became unfocused, and her right hand skillfully reached downwards...

"Ugh~ Ah Mu... Ah Mu..."

A soft murmur, overflowing with longing and yearning, echoed in the empty laboratory.

Ever since she realized her feelings for Qi Zhimu, whenever the longing was unbearable, she could only numb her heart in this way and seek a moment of comfort.

Otherwise, she, who was already close to madness, would not know how to keep going.

But she can't go crazy, she really can't.

What if Amu comes back and finds that the teacher is a madman? That would be terrible.

She absolutely has to be okay.

After an unknown amount of time, Ruan Mei cleaned up a puddle of dirt on the ground.

A slightly sickly smile curved her lips as she gazed intently at the face in her memory, then locked it away in her heart once more.

……

Foggy City.

When Qi Zhimu got home from get off work, he changed his shoes in the entryway and neatly placed them next to Hei Ta's shoes. Then he took off his coat and hung it up.

She walked into the kitchen with practiced ease, put on her apron, and took out fresh ingredients from the refrigerator.

According to Heta, she put magic on the refrigerator to preserve the flavor of the food for a long time.

Although Qi Zhimu understood that so-called magic was nothing more than a variant application of imaginary energy.

But this word is of great significance to both him and the Black Tower, and is an important part of their emotional connection.

—The birth of the magician Qi Zhimu is proof that even though the Black Tower could not wake up, it was determined to save him.

It can be said that she succeeded.

As long as they abandon Azure Star, as long as he becomes a liar, and as long as the void of memory persists, the two of them can live in that world forever.

But that was ultimately an escape, and the Black Tower wouldn't exist in the universe today.

Qi Zhimu drew his cleaver, twirled it, scooped up a fresh fish from the pool, and precisely slapped the fish's head with the back of the cleaver.

Don't worry, dizziness is normal.

Skillfully remove the gills, cut off the tail, hang the fish to bleed it, and then deftly slice the fish bones.

The clinking of kitchen utensils created a rhythmic sound, and soon, slices of fish as thin as cicada wings were piled up on the plate.

There were no footsteps behind me, but suddenly a force pressed against my back.

Ok?

Qi Zhimu's shirt was made of a light and thin material, and the wonderful touch was incredibly intense.

That can't be right... The aura is definitely from the Black Tower, but this level of strength...

"Guess who I am?"

"Oh, who could it be? Someone with such qualifications, it must be Yelena, right?"

"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll bite you," Black Tower said, raising an eyebrow.

"Of course I'm just teasing you, my dear little Ta."

Qi Zhimu put down the knife and turned around, meeting her pretty face that was feigning displeasure. His gaze then shifted downwards.

...Just as I expected.

There's no need to investigate the methods she used; just know that it was made with genuine, natural ingredients.

"Be grateful; this is my reward for your honesty. Are you starting to have impure thoughts?"

"Huh? When did you get a nickname called Feifei?"

"It can be now." Black Tower narrowed his eyes, a sly smile playing on his lips.

"No rush, let me finish making dinner first. We'll have sashimi tonight."

"Look how happy you are, hmph."

"Absolutely! The great Lady Black Tower is willing to make such a jaw-dropping change for me, how can I possibly repay her..."

Qi Zhimu pretended to be deep in thought, then suddenly leaned close to Hei Ta's ear and lowered his voice.

"How about... I try to increase its size... What does Ms. Black Tower think?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Black Tower's legs went weak involuntarily, and he blurted out.

"So you'll get dizzy... cough, whatever you like. This genius didn't do this for your reward."

Her cheeks flushed, and she quickly changed her words.

Damn it, the trick I just learned from the novel Estelle recommended was so easily countered by him. Looks like I need to brush up on some less common tricks.

"Never mind then, I can't bear to let my little Ta faint," Qi Zhimu teased.

"Oh?"

Heita drew out the last syllable of his voice, looking at him meaningfully.

"...Brother Mu~ Remember those three questions you answered wrong? Don't think I'm joking, I just haven't decided when to make amends yet..."

"Have you decided when to take leave? Oh right, who on the space station has to work is ultimately up to me, the genius..."

Qi Zhimu's eyes twitched.

Are you really planning to keep him bedridden for three days?

…It's highly unlikely he can do that, since he has already figured out how to apply his abilities.

Slow down the time flow of sensory feedback to maintain the state and prevent it from collapsing, while accelerating the waist movement.

He was certain that the Black Tower would have a very difficult time finding an opportunity to cast a spell...

……