Tonight, Alice joins the hunt.

“I…” Ming Yanwei opened her mouth, but a hoarse sound came out of her throat.

“You’d better keep quiet right now,” Alice said as she tidied up. “You were caught in the crossfire while dealing with that outsider and you’re quite badly injured. Although it won’t take long to recover, I think it’s best if you don’t add any new projects for me.”

"Is it...resolved?" Ming Yanwei asked tentatively, when she suddenly felt a dull pain in her chest. Her internal organs seemed to be rupturing and bleeding.

“I told you to keep quiet, but you wouldn’t listen. See?” Alice shook her head. “It’s over. I fought that guy while you were unconscious. It took a lot of effort, but I finally took care of it. The British Isles lost a tenth of their mass. There are a few more rivers and streams now. From now on, this place can probably be renamed the Thirty-Three Islands of Britain.”

“As for that outsider…” Alice picked up her scalpel and tapped it on the plate.

"All of its quality is here now."

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From now on, I'll just quit whenever I see a Bishop player with a Gem Princess or Iris hairstyle. I don't want to become the object of your amusement, you bunch of toxic healers.

Ilya... well, I'll let it slide for now since she's cute _(:з」∠)_

Section 30: When did you start to have the illusion that this wasn't a vacation?

In the time that followed, Mingyanwei learned from Alice everything that had happened after she jumped from the gyrocopter. She learned about her place in the witches' scheme and the witches' war against the outsiders.

It was a fierce and protracted battle. Although the witches, with their pre-prepared ritual spells (reduced from the level of the Apocalypse) and abundant energy, kept the outsiders who had revealed their coordinates at bay, the alien life form that could traverse the world on its own was clearly not to be underestimated.

The war lasted for three or four days, changing the landscape and splitting the seas and rivers. The entire British mainland was almost completely destroyed by the aftermath of the war. At least ten times, the invaders nearly escaped the witches' clutches, but in the end, the witches, who were more favored by the world, emerged victorious.

After all, the reincarnators are concealed by the main god, so even if they aren't seen as natives by the world, they are likely to be treated as legitimate guests. As for outsiders... since they've already been beaten into submission, they naturally can't hide their foreign aura.

However, Alice didn't tell her too many details about the war.

"...It's nothing really, just fishing." Alice shrugged and replied. "You're just going down there to experience the atmosphere. You can do whatever you want in the spatial rift. Because I won't set up the kind of overly unpredictable schemes you might imagine. If I have any plans that I need you to complete, I will definitely inform you in advance, instead of leaving you to guess."

Ming Yanwei stared at her, speechless because her mouth was gagged with the excuse that "speaking might cause her chest and lungs to tear."

"You mean all those things I was thinking and struggling with down there were my own fault?!" she roared inwardly.

“Yes, that’s right, you brought this on yourself.” Alice easily saw through her thoughts and admitted it without any attempt to hide it. “I will not rely on whether the success of a plan depends on whether the executor and I have any ‘tacit understanding’. What needs to be said will definitely be made clear from the beginning. Because everyone has their own thoughts, their own sense of good and evil, and these things are too complicated. So unless the situation is urgent, I will not get involved in a plan that requires the calculation of human hearts.”

Alice took off her dissection gloves, snapped her fingers, and several dolls floated over and cleaned up the pile of unknown biological tissue.

"In my plan, all you need to do is successfully enter the spatial rift. The rest is none of your business. Whatever you plan to do inside, whatever sudden ideas or quirks you have, it doesn't matter. It's also to let you get familiar with my style of behavior. After all, you're a newcomer, and newcomers always need some experience."

"In short, under my arrangement, anything I don't specifically prohibit is allowed. You can remember this, because I'm good at building up momentum... although I'll probably only do this kind of thing in the future, since Chu Xuan is the wise one in the team. But I still hope you can remember, remember the events and lessons of today."

She came to Ming Yanwei's bedside and looked down at her.

"You are free to do whatever I say, as long as I haven't mentioned it. But if I have specifically emphasized that a certain goal needs to be achieved, please make sure you achieve it."

"Do you understand?"

Ming Yanwei nodded repeatedly.

"Good to know." The girl smiled and gently drew her finger in the air. An invisible wave that soothed the mind quietly unfolded, causing the injured person on the bed to quickly become slowed down and smoothed out, and soon fall into a peaceful sleep.

“Now, get some sleep,” she said. “When you wake up again, you’ll be lively and energetic once more.”

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Alice arrived at the front cabin.

"How's it going?" Patchouli asked without turning her head from the cockpit, still diligently repairing the Great Library. As Alice approached, she gestured. Nearby, some mechanical parts twisted and deformed, transforming into a shape suitable for sitting down.

“She’s asleep. We’ve achieved our goal. This should be enough to leave a deep impression on her. Even if she advances to the third tier, or even reaches the fourth, she’ll remember this incident and won’t cause trouble for us during our planning.” Alice replied, her gaze sweeping out from the gyroplane’s transparent porthole—as far as the eye could see, the once flat British landscape had been ravaged and torn apart by destructive energy. Although the island base remained largely intact, several fissures that had burst open from the ground had given rise to many new rivers.

Over the next century, Britain, now comprised of the thirty-three islands, will further fragment over time. Perhaps slowly, perhaps quickly, perhaps the next time you visit, Britain will have become a new archipelago.

It doesn't matter. Losing one-tenth of its mass to become an archipelago is much better than being razed to the ground by the witch's apocalypse or being polluted by outsiders into a living hell.

“That’s not what I’m asking. Mingyanwei’s matter is none of my concern.” Patchouli glanced at her, seemingly complaining about her lack of tact. “I’m asking about you. How are you doing? What were the gains from your encounter with that outsider and dissecting its remains?”

The girl smiled and sat down in the seat next to Patchouli.

"The gains on both sides are decent. The outsider's power level is indeed higher than mine, and spacetime interference is indeed a realm that only extraordinary beings can touch. But it was injured too badly, far too badly, so much so that even after the power level was adjusted, its output power is probably less than one-tenth of its peak. Although fighting it was indeed tiring, the gains were good. I can now basically control the body of this obsessive soul."

"Besides that, analyzing the remains of that outsider did yield quite a few results. Although most of the memories, including its name and the details of the battle, had to be temporarily sealed, even the things I could still remember were of great help to me..."

Alice gently opened the five fingers of one hand, the tips of which were surrounded by a chaotic luster of indistinguishable color.

It was an unstable spacetime. Due to the slowing and acceleration of time and the expansion and contraction of space, light was severely refracted and distorted when it passed through that area, thus revealing chaotic colors that were difficult for ordinary people to understand.

This was of little use, but it meant that Alice was beginning to explore this area. She could clearly feel the standard energy within the obsessive soul rapidly diminishing, having consumed about a third of its reserves in the time it took to utter those two sentences.

"I have gained some understanding of the methods of spacetime interference. Although my current level is not high enough, the resolution is insufficient, and the operational precision is not yet up to par, making it somewhat difficult to use, the problem is not complicated and it is not difficult to solve. I suppose that once I have fully consolidated this peak True Demon level of obsessive soul, I should be able to apply it to some extent."

She clenched her five fingers into a fist, and the blurry light dissipated.

“And you, Patchouli. We’ve been busy for so long in the Final Destination world, all that data we’ve collected should come in handy. Repairing the Grand Library won’t take that long, you should have already finished analyzing the Space Bridge and put it into use?” She looked at Patchouli and asked with certainty.

“Almost there.” The purple witch nodded slightly. “The analysis of the space bridge is complete, but the loading and testing are still lacking. So we’ll have to take this slow, cat-like gyroplane back to Egypt this time. But in ten days at most, the Great Library will be able to support space jumps that can theoretically cover one light-minute.”

“Energy supply is a serious problem,” Alice said.

Patchouli responded with a helpless shrug.

"Yes, the fusion reactor is no longer efficient enough. Even the magic reactor created using annihilation reactions will encounter problems during continuous space jumps. Moreover, our antimatter is very expensive. Various experiments, manufacturing processes, and even the fire control system of the Great Library all inevitably require the use of antimatter to generate annihilation reactions."

"It seems that if we want to use space jump, we'll have to save up money to buy sci-fi products like black hole engines or shrink reactors from the Supreme God. This is terrible, although it should be considered a happy problem, because our current technology tree is not enough to support us in analyzing items of this level—perhaps Chu Xuan can provide us with some help."

“Passing on projects I can complete to colleagues just to save time… my supervisor would be furious and give me a good beating. Forget about it.” Alice waved her hand, indicating her refusal. “But, the decommissioning furnace…”

She sighed sadly and pondered quietly—she had seen the Shrinking Furnace and related technologies on the list of the Supreme God, but this technology, which was less science fiction and more like a cult, required an A-level side quest and tens of thousands of reward points even if she only bought the blueprints.

I'm so poor...

“Patch, do we have a chance to pass Anubis’s trial?” she asked softly, her eyes closed.

"Don't even think about it. A double A-level side quest is not something we can touch right now, especially since it's marked as having no penalty." Patchouli gave a very decisive answer, quickly waking her from her delusions. "Trying it now would be a dead end, and it's a solo side quest. The only one who can do it is Zheng Zha, who can unlock the fourth tier at any time."

“…That makes sense.” Alice sighed helplessly. “Besides, now that I’ve dealt with the outsiders, Anubis is unlikely to let this place become a testing ground again. And the plot of the third part can’t be triggered before we arrive in China. So, the next thing that will most likely be the Scorpion King’s scene.”

"Parallel worlds? Time travel? Or just throwing people directly into the past?"

“All three are possible, but none of them are our battles. The task we needed to complete after arriving in this world ended after that outsider died.” Alice spread her hands, her gaze pointing to two coffin-like sealed boxes in the cabin behind her—the boxes containing the reincarnations of Evelyn and Ansuna. Although their physical bodies had long since perished, their souls remained.

Originally, the male protagonists, including O'Connor, were supposed to reclaim the souls of the outsiders after defeating them. Anubis would then reward the warriors who completed their mission with their resurrection. However, now, the witches have intercepted both the Grim Reaper's reward and the trial. Not only are the outsiders completely wiped out, but the female protagonists, whose souls remain, are about to be resurrected through the witches' artificial bodies.

“We just need to hand these two boxes over to the male protagonists, and then we can naturally exchange them for the Death God’s Bracelet and the Spear of Judgment as agreed with Chu Xuan before. The rest is none of our business.”

"So what are you planning to do next, Alice? That's still a long, long time to go."

“Of course it’s a vacation.” Alice reached out and gently touched her lover’s cheek. “Don’t worry, this time I won’t waste time on experiments and other chores like we did last time.”

"Then I'll look forward to it."

So the gyroplanes continued southward, at a leisurely pace, just as they had come.

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Several hours later, they arrived at the rest of the group's camp—the transaction had gone very smoothly. The witches produced the life support pods containing the heroines, and the heroines, naturally, didn't hesitate much, readily handing over the Death Bracelet and the Spear of Judgment. Before parting ways, Chu Xuan and Imhotep spoke for a while in a secluded place—no one knows exactly what they were talking about, but it probably wasn't anything bad.

And after that came war.

While those monkeys, enhanced to the point of being able to build motherships, were indeed troublesome, since there was no longer a need to deliberately stall for time, there were plenty of strategies to deal with them. Once the positions were deployed and everything was in order, Zheng Zha, capable of maintaining a state of destruction for an extended period and still able to stealthily fly, could easily destroy those two enormous vessels—they were completely dismantled, and the remaining fragments were recycled by the witches as construction materials. After that, only a few things remained to deal with in this world.

The second enhancement of Chu Xuan and Ba Wang, the analysis of the Pyramid of Anubis, the placement and burial of the resurrection altar, the Eastern strategy, and the covert interference in the world's political situation. And the last item—

—That poor scorpion king, who stayed obediently in the pyramid of Anubis, waiting for the chosen warrior of the gods to end his fate.

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Ah... I finally managed to finish this volume within the thirtieth chapter, a month later, so sad. I almost went too far and couldn't stop... thankfully I managed to stop _(:з」∠)_

I deliberately skipped over the monsters from the Cthulhu faction; I won't write about them directly to avoid arguments in the book review section later _(:з」∠)_

Hmm... I'll see if I should add an ending or something. If so, I'll add it tomorrow; if not, I'll post the volume summary tomorrow and then write the side story _(:з」∠)_

End Summary

Ah... I finally finished this volume safely, I almost couldn't control myself from having another mythological development. Anyway, congratulations!

The plot of this volume is actually quite simple; its purpose is simply to welcome back Boss Chu and then rake in some money. You can tell from how I forcibly suppressed my urge to cause trouble in the early and middle parts of the story, trying to keep it as lighthearted and calm as possible. But towards the end, I couldn't resist and almost pulled off another legendary opening... Thankfully, I finally managed to hold back and stop writing! _(:з」∠)_

Well, we'll stop here this time, but not next time, because the next world is Starship Troopers, a team battle, and the main storyline will follow the original work for now, without any major changes. But there will be a surprise gift pack in the details, what exactly it is... well, you'll find out when you see it.

Unfortunately, there were some issues with adjusting the script length. I originally planned to finish this volume on the 31st, but it ended up a day early. So sad... Oh well, whatever. _(:з」∠)_

And finally, the previous votes are in, and the other worlds are leading by a narrow margin. Gensokyo suffered a crushing defeat. So I'll stop here for now. Anyway, I'll write the side stories tomorrow, specifically Bleach, Ju-on, Transformers… I'll see which one inspires me when I wake up tomorrow. And the Witch War plot… damn it, maybe I should just write that in a separate book _(:з」∠)_

I'm torn...

Side Story: Transformers: The Sorrows of Young Werther

"The man took up the longsword forged from souls and blood, and pierced the chest of the alien enemy bound by magic in the air. With the death of the hero and the destruction of evil, peace was ushered in for both races, and humanity finally proved itself worthy of liberation." — A scholar, twelfth year after the 'War of Enlightenment'.

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Witt felt like his head was about to explode. He was just a kid born after the 'War of the Enlightenment,' not particularly interested in history and had no interest in it. But the problem was, if he couldn't handle all those damned test points from the 'War of the Enlightenment,' his report card would show him just how cruel the world really was!

Good heavens, that guy Sam Witwicky did indeed save the world, but even so, is it really worthwhile or necessary to memorize and analyze his high school diaries?! Even if it is, why bother writing down his feelings and thoughts when he wrote them?!

For example, this passage—'Nothing to report today.' Wittwig can guarantee with his own twenty years of youth that Sam Wittwig writing this sentence in his high school diary was absolutely just a typical teenage laziness! It had absolutely nothing to do with Louis XVI, and it certainly wasn't inspired by any association with the Paris uprising or the storming of the Bastille, nor was it a manifestation of free will and a spirit of resistance!

However, even if truth is held by a minority, only what is accepted by the masses becomes common sense—even if that great savior was merely being lazy when writing in his high school diary, since authoritative scholars believe he displayed a so-called spirit of free resistance back then, then he truly did!

Even if he jumped out of his grave right now and said he hadn't thought that much about it, there would still be some truth to it!

Witt couldn't help but let out a melancholy sigh.

For a twenty-year-old North American youth with no connections, born into an orphanhood during the Enlightenment Wars, and just starting his self-funded university education, grasping the truth is irrelevant. But losing common sense will certainly earn him being called a fool!

Witt figured that if he ever got a job as a human resources specialist, he probably wouldn't hire a student with a reputation for being a "fool" in college. And judging by his own experience, if he wouldn't hire such a recent graduate, then others probably wouldn't either. So, he figured he'd better do something intelligent for now.

For example...

I carefully read through this supposedly most comprehensive study guide, "Getting Closer to Sam Witwicky: A Psychological Exploration of the Messiah." Then I prayed earnestly that I wouldn't encounter those bizarre and troublesome test points in the final exam three days later!

He took a deep breath and opened the e-book on his personal terminal...

A few minutes later...

"I think I'll go out for a few minutes to get some fresh air." Witt turned off his terminal and sighed dejectedly. "Like going to Earth or something. I heard that the energy particles there are lower, which is perfect for quiet contemplation... I wonder if that's true or not."

We did it right away.