Humans are in chaos, despicable outsiders.

With his left hand, he transformed his palm into a blade, deflecting the thrusting lance and its rider, sending them flying.

"When you thrust, don't focus on the point of the thrust—look at the weapon in your opponent's hand!"

Holding a greatsword in her right hand, she deflected the incoming katana with a single strike. A strange reaction occurred between the lightning and flames, creating a massive explosion that sent Raiden Mei flying.

"Too slow. You want to compete in strength with someone who can wield a greatsword with one hand?"

"Herrscher, what are you thinking? I could swing you and your weapon at any moment—"

Imotek stood between the two, and the girl surrounded by them showed no fear whatsoever, as if she were strolling leisurely in her own backyard... she even had the leisure to point out a few things.

The white-haired girl, being the one surrounded, actually brought a great sense of oppression to those who surrounded her.

—The seemingly casual, flawed stance and posture were blocked by the white-haired, masked girl's nonchalant movements, and each of her counterattacks caused quite a stir between the two attackers.

Every swing of Imotec's sword and every punch meant that either Raiden Mei or Durandal would be mercilessly sent flying.

It seems to be a strange kind of fair treatment, as the number of times they have been beaten up is equal; after all, one is the wife of the younger niece of the good niece, and the other is the elder niece of the good niece.

—In a sense, we are indeed all one family.

"Tch, whose ancestors beat their own descendants? Show some respect what elders should do!"

After several fierce battles, Durandal's golden armor gradually dimmed. While she might not be as skilled in combat, she was determined not to lose in verbal sparring.

I lost the battle, but you lost... oh, I mean your ancestors. Never mind, never mind.

In a sense, the silly goose that was almost trampled on the bishop's nerves by war stopped its mouth on instinct.

"Oh? Little brat, it seems you don't understand. This is how we Kaslana family greet each other—"

"But if you're looking for some elder's care..."

Bearing the name Kevin (Wen) and wearing a mask, Imotek completely abandoned any attachment to or dependence on society—

"Mmm... I really want to cuddle with my adorable offspring—my little cuties, let me hug you!"

"Let Auntie check if your development is normal!"

Then, Durandal and Raiden Mei were sent flying again...

Imotek, who said he wanted a hug but actually punched them so hard he almost tore their clothes apart, is a true example of human nature.

"Tie-tie" refers to a physical act of striking flesh.

"You bastard—!"

Durandal and Raiden Mei emerged from the pile of rubble and the human-shaped sandpit, clutching their backs, and looked at the strange aunt in front of them—a woman who looked incredibly annoying but was absolutely impossible to beat—with a mixture of shock and anger.

"What, do you want to exchange a few more blows with me?"

Imotek, casually leaning on the Greatsword of Annihilation, looked at the two people in front of her who were being unilaterally beaten and given extra training, and asked her question in a very friendly manner.

"I haven't had enough yet—well... it's been a long time since I've had a real fight... you juniors are still pretty good opponents."

"Ah... one of them was a Herrscher...it really brings back memories—"

Looking at Raiden Mei, Imotek seemed to recall the beginning—the wonderful time when he, as "Snow," mercilessly beat Raiden Mei's Herrscher personality.

The latter felt a chill run down his spine from the girl's gaze, which was like looking at a sandbag.

"Chance!"

Seeing Imotek seemingly lost in thought, Mei and Durandal simultaneously attacked the distracted Imotek...

The girl was immediately beaten to the ground by her guardian spirit, Metatron, in no time.

The angelic humanoid, taller than the King and Queen combined behind Durandal, looked curiously at the two figures in front of it, unsure if they were of the same kind, and held up a shield, wary of its own Stand.

"Such a large humanoid form, yet so agile, this is cheating...."

Watching Metatron, who had just deftly swung his sword and sent two tiny figures flying with the back of their swords, Durandal seemed to feel a little... well, envious?

She glanced at the "double-door refrigerator" next to her, then at the oversized angel opposite her, and finally turned to look at her K and Q with an expression that seemed to say, "Could you guys get any bigger?"

Raiden Mei stood up from the ruins beside her, looking at Imotek, who stood seemingly unchanged in the center, with a resentful expression, but she no longer had the intention of going up to get beaten up...

For some reason, in his duel with Durandal, this elder, theoretically an ancestor of the Kaslana family, particularly preferred to use his greatsword to clash head-on with her, relying on pure brute force to send her flying...

When it came to himself, this "girl" whose age was debatable liked to use his sword to block his blade, and then directly punch him in the openings he had exposed due to his initiative in attacking.

This unpleasant confrontation directly reminded the Third Herrscher of her past experiences in Changkong City, and the chilling meaning emanating from the girl in front of her further aggravated her PTSD symptoms.

"What... you're not playing anymore—?"

Standing in the center, reflecting on the past, Imotek looked at the two people facing off against him in the distance and asked again.

"You weren't even using your full strength, were you?"

Yulandel looked at the leisurely "ancestor" in front of her, bit her lip, and asked a question with some reluctance.

"Of course—it would be too shameful to use my full strength when fighting two juniors."

“Alright… I concede—but I need to confirm one last time, Lady Keven Kaslana—are you sure I have Kaslana blood?”

Having realized he couldn't win, the blond knight readily admitted his defeat, since there was no loss anyway—and set himself a new small goal.

“I can sense... the call of the holy marks on your body that have not yet truly awakened... you and her—your bloodlines come from the same source.”

"But if I really am a descendant of the Kaslana family... then why is my hair blonde...?"

"Why don't you ask about your Stigmata? The Kaslana family's Stigmata are special... They are the original prototype of Stigmata technology from the previous era for you... like Unit-01."

"Naturally, the prototype also has some very unique features..."

"For example, storing a person's entire life's memories—even if she herself has forgotten them for various reasons, the Stigmata will still faithfully record everything as a witness..."

"If you're lucky, you might even see fragments of memories from the heroes of the Kaslana family throughout history..."

"To awaken the true form of my own Stigmata... how do I do that..."

"Go and communicate with it, establish a connection with it, remember the child, the bloodline links all the descendants of Kaslana..."

"Of course, that's for later. Now you should leave with your sister."

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Chapter 243 can be considered a reward for completing the game.

"Grey Snake—"

Upon returning to the Divine City Pharmaceutical Industrial Zone, Imotek summoned the Gray Serpent, who was waiting for orders.

The man who came at the summons coldly scrutinized Raiden Mei behind the young master with his red prosthetic eyes, making the purple-haired Valkyrie feel distinctly uncomfortable.

"When it comes to an unbreakable sword of belief and will, we have to look to that Hua..."

"It's a pity she's not here... But it doesn't matter... After all, that place is a good destination for you too..."

"A person who is lost and doesn't know why they wield their sword... Since you can't find the answer yourself, then go and witness the will of the heroes of the last era."

"Perhaps you can imitate some of them, and even gain their approval..."

"Hmph—even the worst imitation is better than a blank slate of confusion..."

"Grey Serpent, take her to the Land of Bygone Days..."

"There's one more thing, Raiden Mei—"

"A thousand rights also represent a thousand responsibilities...and so does power—"

"I hope that after you become stronger and more mature from there, you will truly understand this principle."

"Paradise of the Past...? That's a very unique name."

"You can call it the Hall of Heroes if you want... In the end, it's just a cenotaph for the last thirteen heroes of a dark era..."

"It sounds like I'm going to be dealing with a bunch of dead people and ghosts..."

Raiden Mei frowned.

"Heh, that's about right—if you think so, then so be it."

"However... watch out for a guy named Mebius, Miss Raiden Mei."

"And it's best not to explore the secrets of that paradise..."

"Curiosity can sometimes kill the cat..."

"Thank you for reminding me."

Raiden Mei frowned in displeasure, but ultimately decided to set off with the man in the black robe...

Imotek gave a meaningful smile as he watched the purple-haired Herrscher follow the gray snake toward a transport plane in the distance.

"Hmm...Speaking of which, it seems little Sirin went to play there quite early too..."

Imotek frowned slightly, as if he had thought of something, then his expression relaxed again.

"Anyway, with Kevin, Sue, and Himeko keeping an eye on her, Raiden Mei won't get into any trouble..."

"Tsk, speaking of which, I haven't even been inside the Paradise of the Past myself yet... I'll find a chance to go and check it out sometime..."

The white-haired girl shook her head, meaning she would put these less important matters aside for the time being. She had something truly important to do—to have a heart-to-heart talk with a certain simpleton called Jackal.

.....

"You have failed—jackal."

In the same hall, Imotek, leaning back on his throne, spoke indifferently, as if he were talking about something insignificant.

The brown-haired woman who was called down lowered her head in alarm...

"My lord, I think I can explain it to you..."

All the pre-prepared reasons seemed to lose their original luster when they arrived in the hall and faced Imotek himself with his white hair.

"No need... This failure has brought Project Stigmata to a close..."