Humans are in chaos, despicable outsiders.

"I've planted so many flags already, the debts are never a burden! The first thing I said when I went to the battlefield as a new recruit was that I would confess to the man I liked after this mission!"

"Good grief, Captain, you're a repeat offender..."

"Alright, stop fooling around. Hurry up and clean this place up and go back to your shifts. This week's shift is with Team A next door. Later, those who want to have fun can have fun, those who want to find men can find men, and those who want to find women can find women."

"Great!"

Upon hearing that they would be on holiday, the Valkyries cheered and cleaned up the battlefield even faster.

--

The lower district of Sky City, like those cyberpunk metropolises, is filled with garbage and all sorts of garbage and unsightly advertisements compared to the glamorous upper district. All sorts of people come and go here, but they all have one thing in common—they are all ragged refugees who originally had no skills. After fleeing from place to place, they find it even more difficult to integrate into this high-tech and advanced city, and can only eke out a living in the lower district.

Most of the foreigners among them are undocumented, lacking legal status in Sky City and relying on the charity of the locals to survive.

"What a contrasting city..."

Kiana, who had teleported directly back home, glanced at the bustling street outside her window and sighed deeply.

"This situation cannot be eliminated until the aftermath of this massive collapse ends... The city's authorities have done enough—regularly distributing life-sustaining food and drinking water, patrolling surveillance drones 24 hours a day, and having a collapse handling force on standby."

"Besides the starkly different living environments..."

"The city's population is in a state of overflow. Rather than saying that they lack skills, it's more accurate to say that they are outmatched in the competition for limited jobs and are ultimately squeezed out here."

"This situation will not change decisively until the city expands again—and that expansion will only happen after the recent spate of collapses in the city has subsided, at which point they will have the energy to conquer new territories."

Imotek gave her assessment...then she noticed a little blonde girl with her hair in a bun at the street corner. Her clothes were tattered, and her eyes were covered by a black cloth, suggesting she was blind. She stumbled around, groping her way in the dark, and finally disappeared around a corner...

"It's you... But now is not the time..."

He glanced deeply in the direction where the girl had disappeared, and muttered to himself.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you looking at, Miss Imotek? Now explain your relationship with Snow to me. Are you her older sister or her younger sister?"

Kiana's shouts drew Imotek's attention away from the shabby room and back to the white-haired knight.

"...What a run-down room... Oh well..."

“I am Snow, and she is a human derivative—you can call me that if you want, as Snow is not a god; of course, I prefer the name Imotek, which is the human name I chose for myself.”

"So what's wrong with you in this state right now???"

"If I'm not mistaken... those angelic wings that look like your headdress, they're really attached to your body, right???"

Kiana leaned forward, wanting to touch the little wings, but Imotek dodged to the side.

"You rude wretch—don't touch...it'll tickle..."

“Cough, my current state? This is the ultimate form of the Kaslana family life that I, as a human, can manifest—the Celestial Realm, and a form similar to that of Bianca Atagina you saw in the prophecy—the Awakener of the Kaslana Stigmata... and the power as a Fusion Warrior.”

"The Heavenly Origin Realm... Hmm, could you demonstrate that... you mean that?!"

"Kill her, Krishna? Too bad my awakening can't create a horse..."

Wings woven from light unfurled behind the girl, making her look like an angel from mythology.

“I am Imotek, I am...the weaver of the storm—”

However, the light emanating from the girl brought Kiana no warmth, only the bone-chilling coldness reminiscent of Kevin Kaslana, like a cold sun...

Chapter 191 How about trying to win me over?

After briefly demonstrating his power, Imotek narrowed his eyes, claimed the only sofa in the room, grabbed a newspaper, and began reading it with great interest. Kiana, standing nearby, leaned in and, seemingly remembering something, asked Imotek—

"So...why don't you keep using your original name?...This new name sounds so nice."

"Because that is the name of God, and as humans we cannot use that name...or rather—I cannot use that name, and therefore I am not entitled to that authority, nor share in that honor...and naturally—I am not affected by it."

Imotek gave a gentle smile and turned his gaze from the newspaper back to Kiana.

"So... the current 'Snow' has been completely divided into two parts? Imotek as a human, and Snow as a god?"

"That's right—"

"But why do this? If we're talking about gods..."

Kiana looked puzzled.

"Have you forgotten, Kiana Kaslana—that body is constantly being deified. Even if she keeps dividing her power among my friends and giving them the divine spear that represents eternity, it's just delaying this inevitable end."

"The gods have written enough about this world; now it is time for this world to write about the gods—"

.....

"So you just went all the way and split yourself in two???"

"Yes."

"And what about Snow, as a god?"

"Nature slumbers deep within the Tree of Imaginary Numbers, awaiting the arrival of the Day of Judgment—"

"So... are you still the same Snow I knew before?"

Kiana cautiously looked at Imotek in front of her.

"Whether you are or not depends on how you want to see me—but to me... you might be new friends."

"I" relinquished all my original emotions and obsessions to that deity, as part of her shackles and instructions for her final action—bound by these shackles, she would, after completing her final instruction as a "human"—to change history and allow the existence of Kallen Kaslana to continue—become the examiner of this civilization.

"And you have already obtained all the elements required to pass the test from 'me'—moreover, 'I' left a gift deep within the Sea of ​​Quanta..."

"Gift?"

Kiana looked at her with a curious expression.

"To be precise, it's a gift for Bronya Zaycek—a piece of the most important authority of the gods: [Truth], after all, in a sense, it seems that Miss Spain's originally reserved driver's license has been revoked?"

"That Mr. Joyce won't just hand over the Herrscher Core so easily again... Welt Yang's health is both made and broken by the core..."

Miss Imotek, who was nestled on the sofa, wiggled her toes, then seemed to remember something and turned to look at Kiana.

"Ah, I almost went off-topic... About myself—having given all my emotions, obsessions, and long-cherished wishes to the Lord of the Throne, I naturally only received memories devoid of any emotion or other embellishments—hmm... it feels like watching a movie from a third-person perspective?"

"So, I know I know you, I know I'm familiar with you, but that's all I know—maybe I should try to win you over again?"

"Or you guys can come and swipe mine, that's fine too?"

Imotek tilted his head, looking at the white-haired knight in front of him with some curiosity.

"Hmm... how should I do it...?"

"Hey, hey, hey, this isn't a visual novel game. Trying to artificially increase affection won't work!"

Seeing that Imotek seemed to be seriously considering how to win back everyone's favor, Kiana interrupted her thoughts without hesitation.

"How about you go buy a hundred strawberry cupcakes, Kiana?"

"One cake adds 1 point to your favorability... um... I mean, I'm hungry."

...........

"So you're Snow, right? Right?!"

Seeing Imotek licking the cake with great interest, Kiana seemed to sense something was wrong—

"...If you insist on interpreting it that way, that's fine too. I was just trying to gauge your reaction by building rapport—after all...memories can't be completely separated from emotions."

The girl put the strawberry cake in her hand into her mouth, a satisfied expression on her face, and waved her hand dismissively.

"So what were you trying to achieve by going on and on like that? Were you trying to trick me into buying you some strawberry cupcakes?"

Kiana stared at the carefree girl in front of her, then looked at her empty wallet, and vaguely felt that she might have been tricked by the Apocalypse family again.

"Hmm... The ups and downs, struggles, pain and hardship that a person experiences are all trials for her. One day she will reap abundant rewards."

Is this a roundabout way of admitting it??? My wallet! I haven't had a dessert in months!!!

Kiana's heart was screaming.

Imotek nodded matter-of-factly, then added—

"Besides...you look so easy to fool, you little white kitten...months have passed, and it seems you haven't washed your hair or looked in the mirror at all..."

"—The cat ear headband that 'I' secretly put on you on the Hermes...you're still wearing it?"

"what?!"

"Explain yourself! What do you mean you brought me a cat ear hair accessory months ago?!"

"Aha—!"

Seeing Kiana, who was viciously hungry and pouncing on him, ready to break him in half, the wicked girl from the Apocalypse family grabbed the strawberry cake in her hand and gracefully flew out of the window.

"You think... you can escape?!"

"Ah—those who are obsessed with fantasies mistake daydreams for reality; they are fanatical and blind. Those who defend madness are willing to commit slaughter; they are possessed and extreme!!!"

"Your personality is so weird too, you're definitely a chuunibyou!"

Watching the white-haired girl rush away, Kiana, under the astonished gazes of Benares and the two Sirins who had just returned home, also jumped out of the window—

The enraged current Herrscher of Fire and Herrscher of the Void even forgot his identity as a Herrscher and strode out the window in pursuit—

"You chuunibyou from the Apocalypse family, hand over that strawberry cake you're holding!!!"

.....

"Who did Kiana run into...?"

"Bella, that white guy stole my lines!!!"

Little Sirin looked at Bella with a bewildered expression, while the doll Sirin glared at the empty window and the curtains disheveled in the wind.

"I don't know... Anyway, we should improve our living conditions first... After all, according to Lady Kiana, we'll be staying here for quite a while... Also, Your Majesty, shouldn't you two be one person? It shouldn't be considered stealing lines, right?"

"I don't care! She stole my lines!"

The doll, Sirin, screamed loudly.

Chapter 192 The Island is Bursting with Crows!

"Your Majesty, please stop shouting... You'll attract all the passersby... You probably don't want to be surrounded and pointed at, do you..."