Tonight, Alice joins the hunt.

The next moment, the blade pierced through the book!

She offered no resistance as Luo Ye's sword pierced her heart! Then, her body began to decay at a visible speed!

“You…why…” Luo Ye’s pupils contracted slightly. Then, she saw the guy with Patchouli’s face playfully stick out his tongue.

"I learned it from humans, and it works pretty well, doesn't it?" She tilted her head, a satisfied smile on her face. "After all, humans owe me blood. And I, in turn, owe you blood..."

“...a diverse lineage…”

Her physical form completely collapsed.

However, this is not the end.

Section Twenty-One: Mingyanwei, Part Six

Death is not the end, nor is it the beginning.

Luo Ye withdrew her sword of decay, knowing full well that the Abyss of Death had not accepted a returning life.

“Andromeda.” She murmured the name softly—she knew she wasn’t Patchouli, but even Miss Lowe didn’t know the true name of this woman who called herself Andromeda. Because her initial traces were few, even in the Abyss of Death, unless she descended to a sufficiently deep area.

—She can't go there; Gaia won't allow her to access such a deep abyss of death.

Therefore, she could only call that woman Andromeda... Perhaps, that woman could only refer to herself that way now.

【But this is also a good thing…】 Luo Ye lowered her eyes.

[You, who hate mortals so much, would never cooperate with them, let alone the First God… Ah, I originally thought I would have to pay a price to knock you back into slumber before you and Hu Hai reunite. But things have turned out better than I expected… Could there be some hidden traps?]

She opened her eyes and looked at the starry sky beyond the necrotic star. Hu Hai's gaze came from the depths of the Qin Empire, but stopped abruptly before it touched her form.

"You cannot leave the throne, Huhai," Luo Ye said calmly. "Just as the main god cannot leave that platform. If you dare to leave the throne, the anchored spacetime will be liberated. The war on the timeline will sweep across the galaxy in an instant... Regardless of victory or defeat, your Qin Empire is destined to suffer in the aftermath of the war."

"So," she scoffed softly, "stop bluffing. Do you dare come any closer?"

She gazed at the vast celestial system in the distant land, and the other side returned her gaze with the same intensity… A few seconds later, four different types of auras revived from within Hu Hai. And their target, along with Hu Hai's gaze, was pointed towards Luo Ye's location.

When the main body is unable to act, a powerful legion is dispatched as its agent to carry out the attack—a common and reasonable strategy.

She remained silent, and behind her, in the outer starry sky of Qin, numerous decaying worlds gradually and silently appeared.

This is good.

Hu Hai knew very well that with this level of numerical advantage, he could not possibly threaten Luo Ye. All he had to do was keep Luo Ye here, keeping this variable in his sights until he was ready with the appropriate countermeasures.

Luo Ye understood that while this level of lower-ranking troops wasn't an unlimited reserve for Hu Hai, even if she annihilated them all, she wouldn't inflict any damage on Hu Hai's body whatsoever. All she could do was reduce the enemy's manpower while simultaneously diverting some of Hu Hai's attention.

This is a win-win situation; both sides can partially achieve their respective goals.

Soon, a fierce, massive, but ultimately worthless battle will unfold in the starry sky outside Qin.

....................................

Ming Yanwei shivered. During the previous surgery, she had assisted 'Miss Ceylon' for a full nine hours. Although such a level of work wouldn't even disrupt her mental recovery rate, it was she, Ming Yanwei, who wasn't tired or exhausted, not the 'Black' Miss she was now playing.

Black is just an ordinary film... perhaps slightly stronger than other films. But her 'setting' is ultimately just that of an ordinary, unremarkable film that at most killed a few more of its own kind. Her energy is limited, her stamina is limited, and right now, she's a little tired.

Something seems to have happened beyond this world... a fairy-like phenomenon... what does that mean?

She shook her head slightly, pushed open the door, and walked to the top of the rooftop, where the sharp morning breeze ruffled her hair.

The Yeti members were downstairs surrounding their eldest sister. After six hours of intensive care, Frostnova's injuries had finally stabilized. The infection had stopped worsening, and her physical form had returned to normal. It seemed that with a little more rest, she would be able to awaken from her slumber and regain her vitality.

For Luo Ye, this was a natural development. If a superior species couldn't even cure Originium Disease, such development would be utterly ridiculous.

This was perfectly normal for her. But for the Yetis living within the story, they were truly awestruck by Luo Ye… or rather, Ceylon’s medical skills. They even felt compelled to kneel down and worship. It makes sense, considering that Frostnova’s lifespan at this point in time could be counted on one hand in months. Now, however, she had suddenly experienced a dramatic turn of events, which naturally filled these ardent admirers of Frostnova with a mixture of joy and surprise.

They saw Ceylon as their lifeline and held this precious doctor in the highest esteem.

This is also why Black was able to appear here, even though her character dictates that she should stay by Ceylon's side at all times, but at this moment she was able to leave.

She gently touched the wind at the top of the rooftop; in the slightly chilly air, she could clearly sense the scent of war and strife.

War is coming, sweeping across this planet; a massive storm is brewing in this world. It will be a catastrophe that even she, in her original identity as Ming Yanwei, a reincarnated being, would find difficult to handle. Though it may be insignificant to some freaks, it will be deadly to all living things on this planet.

[Are Miss Alice and the others' arrangements in Lungmen about to take effect...? Ah, this world is truly full of calamities. Even in the original script, no one could survive, and our arrival has only exacerbated the conflict further?]

Soon, this planet will be completely destroyed. And perhaps, apart from me, no one will even remember that it ever existed.

How pitiful, they are innocent, yet they have to bear such a heavy burden...

"...Perhaps there's something I can do for them?"

A jumble of thoughts surfaced in her mind, only to be quickly and casually erased with a chuckle, leaving only faint traces of memory… It was quite amusing; even though she herself was a reincarnator facing the impending final calamity, she still had the heart to fuss over a group of living beings with whom she had absolutely no causal connection. Clearly…

They're not even human!

She couldn't help but reach out and touch the two film ears on the top of her head. Just as she suppressed all those distracting thoughts, a new idea arose in her mind. It was vague and obscure; before she could even grasp it precisely, it vanished without a trace.

what is that?

Ah, it's not important.

I have important things to do, so I should focus on doing what 'Black' should be doing first.

"Miss won't be able to keep the appointment on time. I have to tell the Rhode Island Pharmaceuticals people this," she said to herself, walked to the edge of the rooftop, and jumped off.

Clearly, a mere few dozen stories was no problem for a feline creature that had become a spirit. Stepping lightly into the cold morning wind, she landed gracefully on the ground platform at the front of the hotel.

The world is called Terra, and its communication is extremely underdeveloped. Due to its unique geological structure, this planet lacks gunpowder, hindering chemical development. The absence of widely available iron and copper has also stagnated its smelting industry. Although Originium technology has elevated daily life to a level similar to the early 21st century known to Ming Yanwei, it remains quite backward in areas such as military industry and communications.

Telegraphs did exist, but they were an expensive and slow means of communication. The ravaged natural disaster clouds that ravaged the land, while creating the unique Terran civilization of 'mobile cities,' also severed Terran's possibility of exploring the skies. Without satellites, base stations could not be preserved for long periods, and electromagnetic signals were subject to interference from the Originium environment. Under these circumstances, even 21st-century Earthlings would be at a loss when faced with such construction challenges.

Therefore, the profession of 'messenger' exists in this world, and it is quite developed and sophisticated. And based on this culture, when two factions engage in formal communication, even if both are located within the limited coverage area of ​​Terra's meager communication system, they still prefer to exchange important information through messengers.

Therefore, Black must take action personally, because it is a matter of etiquette.

—And behind this ceremony lies Ming Yanwei's special feelings for 'Rhodes Island Pharmaceuticals,' the protagonist of the original script.

The leader of Rhodes Island Pharmaceuticals is a little rabbit named Amiya, while the military head is the Doctor, the protagonist of the scenario. The Doctor's name depends on the player's choice... Hmm, what will it be called from this perspective?

She landed on the ground, and the patrolling guards around her instinctively cried out in surprise. But they quickly recognized her and, considering the extravagant spending of Miss Ceylon behind her when booking the room, chose to ignore her violation of order.

They ignored her, even though she was also infected and had never hidden her identity.

So she walked out in silence.

This world lacks a powerful weapon capable of destroying each other in an instant, thus it is constantly mired in terrible warfare.

[But is this ultimately a good thing or a bad thing? Holding powerful weapons to deter each other, versus fighting and killing each other amidst mutual hostility… it's hard to say for sure. Based on the experience of the original world, the former should be better. But from my current perspective, is this peace, built on the rationality of intelligent life rather than solid material entities, truly stable, standing on an active volcano?]

She took a step forward; the streets of Chernobog were not crowded with residents in the early morning. A few infected beggars huddled in street corners glanced up at her as she crossed the street in the distance, then lowered their eyes again under the intimidating aura emanating from her.

Such people are common in this city, or rather, they're everywhere. Occasionally, she'd see patrolling Ursus police wielding batons to drive away infected individuals trying to approach uninfected civilian areas. She'd also see confirmed infected citizens being roughly evicted from safe zones. Their pitiful cries and wails made her glance at them slightly, but she was no longer the naive girl who would disregard the world around her and brutally 'help' the unfortunate.

Every world has its order, but I can ignore these orders where the majority oppresses the minority… But why should I ignore them? Conscience? Empathy? Why is doing so considered 'good'? Is it because they resemble me that I see them as my kind?

Individuals should serve the group; this is the way for the species to continue. But... what is my species? Mortals? Can extraordinary beings and mortals even be considered the same species? If so, what use is this species to me? If not, then is my hesitation pointless?

That's really strange.

She walked through them, through block after block.

She still remembered that Rhodes Island Pharmaceuticals' base was a massive mobile ark. Originating from ancient underground ruins, it represented advanced technology that this world's current technological level couldn't mass-produce. Such a technological marvel obviously wouldn't openly approach a mobile city with comprehensive defenses—and if things had gone according to plan, Ceylon and Kal'tsit's meeting would have been at 10:00 AM.

It is five o'clock in the morning. The Rhodes Island ship should have already moved to the nearby area, and the low-altitude aircraft carrying Kal'tsit and her party should arrive at Chernobog's port soon.

Chernobog only has one port. This is because it's the only pilot city under Ursus's jurisdiction that crams both infected and uninfected within the same city. Within this city, the infected suffer immense oppression, but compared to the mines outside the city where the lives of the infected are worth less than an ant's, the existence of this city is undoubtedly a rare lifeline for the infected of Ursus.

Therefore, traffic here is strictly controlled, and the area is heavily guarded.

Of course, they meant nothing to her.

So she continued on her way.

We passed through bustling urban areas, tense urban areas, urban areas under security and lockdown, and urban areas that had been 'cleaned up'.

She found her mind unusually sharp during her morning walk. Many questions she hadn't considered before, or had been too lazy to think about, surfaced one by one—was it because she was adopting the perspective of an ordinary person, thus subconsciously starting to think from that angle? Or was it because she was embracing the identity of an ordinary person that she was able to more accurately evaluate them?

Ugh... this is such a headache. In the past, I would never have needed to rack my brains to do these complicated things.

but……

Why do I find thinking about these things to be so important?

A strange question arose in her mind, a question that could not be answered quickly—the stronger she became, the more she felt the need to understand the connection and karmic relationship between herself and 'mortals'. The closer she got to unlocking the middle of the fourth-order gene lock, the more she felt she should pay attention to this.

She became increasingly confused, and in her confusion, she arrived at the outer port of Chern at dawn.

She saw that there was another person waiting at the port besides herself.

She felt that the person looked very familiar.

That is……

[A messenger?]

The familiar illusion vanished instantly, replaced by a Vulper with fox ears. She appeared young, with light brown twin tails and a warm, windproof messenger coat. Her eyes were wine-red, and there were traces of Originium infection on her thighs.

She recognized the girl because she was a playable character in the original script—a character without a complex backstory or powerful attributes. While her combat abilities in the story were very low, she was quite strong in gameplay.

Her name is—

“Anxinyuan Angelina…” Ming Yanwei subconsciously uttered the name.

"Yes?" She saw the girl who had been facing away from her turn around.

She saw the girl holding an Originium Staff in one hand, while toying with a card in the other—it appeared to be a playing card. The card's rank was the Ace of Spades—the girl casually put the card into her pocket, then cast a questioning look at her.

So TerraWorld has playing cards too...

"Excuse me, who are you...?" The girl looked at her questioningly. "Have we met before?"

Ming Yanwei nodded slightly, adjusting her thoughts to stabilize her confused state. Then she quickly retrieved the relevant data from her memory.

“Black,” she said succinctly, “the black of Siesta.”

“I always pay close attention to the messages from the messengers of natural disasters, from Miss Anxinyuan in Syracuse.”

“Just call me Angelina, Miss Black…” The girl opposite her blushed slightly, looking a little embarrassed. She turned her head away. She was probably shy because she hadn’t expected someone she’d never met to remember her name. This demeanor really suited the image of a schoolgirl.

The inexplicable sense of déjà vu that had arisen in Ming Yanwei's heart was explained, which made her relax a little.

She sized Angelina up and down. She easily noticed that Angelina's trench coat had recently been washed and her shoes were new. Clearly, Angelina had been in this city for some time. As a messenger of natural disasters, someone who warns cities along the route of their impending arrival, she shouldn't linger too long in a mobile city.

So……

[So that's it. She's the one who informed Chernobog of the impending disaster, allowing this city, which was originally destined to be destroyed, to survive. It was her...]