Humans are in chaos, despicable outsiders.

"Wait, you're saying this academy was founded by one of my children??"

Just as Karen was about to angrily confront the bishop who was still writing his death eulogy in the Apocalypse family's castle, she suddenly remembered a casual remark the deity before her had made.

"Yes, yes, yes, Theresa Apocalypse, the founder of St. Freya Academy, is the nominal granddaughter of Otto Apocalypse. In reality, she is a clone created for the experiment of resurrecting you, Miss Kallen, and is a fusion of the genes of Honkai Beasts and Kallen Kaslana."

"Hmm, probably similar to those three fusion warriors you saw before: Kevin Kaslana, Kaslana's ancestor; the Mad King Thousand Calamities; and the last one, Miss Sakura, who looks very similar to Yae Sakura..."

"But in terms of actual strength... they could probably pound her to the ground with one hand...?"

Recalling the fact that a certain academy headmaster's combat power seemed to have remained unchanged over the years, Snow immediately rolled his eyes.

"So...this child only has my genes, not Otto's?"

"That's right. Originally, he only wanted to clone Kallen... which is the simplest physical resurrection."

"However, he failed. All the clones disintegrated rapidly shortly after taking shape. He found another way—to add Honkai Beast genes to stabilize the state of the clones."

"And the negative effects...?"

"There are side effects?? Is that child...?"

Karen, seemingly having overheard something about her nominal child having a problem, immediately felt a pang of anxiety—

"Wow, don't be nervous—it's just that she won't grow tall... Yes, it's just that she won't grow tall, it's not dwarfism or any kind of developmental delay; the effect of the Honkai Beast gene is obvious, it stabilized the clone's form, but... it also stabilized her height.... That headmistress's physical condition has been permanently maintained at the factory settings."

"Hmm... 145cm tall... *chuckles*"

Seemingly recalling Theresa, who was older and shorter than everyone else, and could only rage helplessly, the young girl finally couldn't hold back her laughter...

"Making fun at someone's height is one thing, but not making fun of someone's natural shortcomings is another, right?"

Seeing the girl laughing, Karen tried to correct this inappropriate behavior...

“No… I’m not mocking you—Miss Karen… You haven’t met that Theresa Apocalypse—well… when no one’s around, she’ll carve a mark on a particular pillar in the academy to mark her height…”

"Ah—it's this pillar..."

The two walked out of the monument and unknowingly arrived in a garden, where the blonde girl seemed to have found something and pointed to a Roman column.

"Look... this is the scratch. It's clearly been carved into the ground... Doesn't this headmistress seem kind of cute now?"

"...Is she really that concerned about her height???"

Kallen's lips twitched as she looked at the inscription that marked her as having entered the pillar three-tenths of the way...

"After all, he's over forty years old, someone who could be considered the patriarch of the family, and every day he's being lifted up high and patted on the head by people a generation or even twice his age..."

"This already constitutes psychological harm—"

Snow Apocalypse shrugged, looking at him with a sympathetic expression.

"So... I can still hold her in my arms?"

For some unknown reason, Karen instinctively asked another question...

"Yes, yes—and because you're her dear mother, she definitely wouldn't dare to resist~ Besides, it seems like Destiny hasn't tried holding Dean Theresa in his arms yet~"

Snow paused for a moment, then began nodding vigorously and instigating.

“I see, I understand—then, Miss Goddess, could you tell me who the other child is? It's not like this child named Theresa, is it?”

“…”

The scene fell silent once again. The blonde girl looked at Kallen Kaslana in front of her with a half-smile, as if she was calculating what kind of explanation could keep the saintess's blood pressure and heart rate within a stable range.

After a brief moment of thought, the girl finally frowned, realizing the troublesome nature of explaining—she immediately abandoned the wisdom of the Apocalypse family and, embracing the Kaslana family's dark side, unleashed an invisible [heavy punch] directly at Kallen before her—

"Another child? Haven't you already seen him?"

"Ah? I've already seen him...."

Karen was stunned when she received such a reply.

“Her name is neither Odin nor Euthinus—and she is standing right in front of you.”

The ceremonial robes of the Archbishop of Destiny, resembling formal attire, covered Snow Apocalypse's original clothing. Before Karen's mind, which was gradually ceasing to think, the girl turned to the final answer to the riddle.

"Greetings, Miss Karen Kaslana—Saint Karen, Our Lady Karen...My mother, which title do you prefer?"

Is this really in the river???

Karen uttered the same question as Cangxuan and Danzhu—

"The bishop and the saintess together would have a holy son who would be a god; I think that's perfectly reasonable—"

Chapter 311 Otto Takes Full Responsibility!

"That's totally unreasonable!"

"Where is morality? Where is the bottom line? Where is dignity? Where is the Ottoman?!"

Karen pounded on the already battered Roman column beside her, and then, to Snow's knowing look, the pure white column began to crumble and shatter, collapsing with a deafening roar after a tragic and tormented moment...

"Whatever your heart may be leaning towards right now, Mother, this is the established fact..."

“The High Ones from beyond descended like angels, tearing apart the man’s cries to the dead.”

"The man's five hundred years of calling and prayers naturally received a response that went beyond just a broken will; 'He,' wandering on the Tree of Illusions, also responded to this call filled with longing—"

"The young goddess found her sacred body on earth, and 'He' thus became 'She'; and as a reward, she will fulfill the man's five-hundred-year-old wish—"

“I am a child of the Tree of Imaginary Numbers, a child of Bishop Otto Apocalypse and Saintess Kallen Kaslana, I am God, I am the Son of Man—”

Snow, with light steps, led Karen away from the scene of the damage to public property, humming softly as he recounted his birth from a man's fulfilled wish.

"At the end of 1999, on a snowy night at the beginning of the new millennium, a cry rang out in the man's laboratory. He and his child were born in the cold incubator, and the body that had previously lacked consciousness now found its master... The bewildered infant god or child observed the man's clumsy movements—"

"A man who had never truly cared for a baby as a father even got the order of adding formula and warm water wrong. He stared helplessly at the undissolved formula floating on the surface, and in the end, could only frantically shake the bottle like a bartender trying to mix it evenly—"

"And in the years that followed, it was indeed proven that this man was not very capable of taking care of children—the little girl looked at the steak that was put in front of her and was at a loss; it was too early for a baby of a few months old to be exposed to such food."

"Unable to tolerate the bishop's idiotic behavior, the Valkyrie maid finally accepted the bewildered little child handed to her by the man, and wielded a spoon and spatula to drive the bishop, who was trying to continue feeding the girl steak, out of the man's residence on the Sky Island."

The girl's extraordinary memories still vividly recall the aggrieved and bewildered expression on the man's face when the maid named Ragnar kicked him out of the room.

"The man, kicked out of the room, could only pitifully peer out the window, radiating a long-forgotten sense of defeat and a deep-seated bitterness..."

"Pfft—"

Seemingly amused by the girl's description, Karen laughed out loud as she fled through the academy with her nominal daughter.

"Such a brilliant inventor, yet he can't even take care of a baby—"

"Because the foolish father has never had any experience taking care of a baby—and you, Mother, are just as bad."

"My esteemed Lady Karen Kaslana, are you capable of taking care of children?"

The blonde girl posed a soul-searching question to her mother standing beside her—

"Uh... I was wrong—! I shouldn't have laughed at the great inventor!"

After thinking about it, Kallen, who seemed to have zero experience herself, arrived and apologized.

"In short, under the tenacious protection of the Kaslana family bloodline, the girl, despite the unconscious torment of her foolish father, still grew up to the age where she could manage things—"

"And before the girl stood a path of destiny, though it was not pleasant and could even be considered a trial, but the young goddess did receive everything this man could give her, and she would respond to it."

Snow Apocalypse looked at Karen standing to the side—

"Ah, what was lost has now returned, and the tattered portrait has been pieced together to complete the remaining fragments—just like the full moon in the high sky, perfect and flawless."

......

"Oh, right, I almost forgot something—in a sense, Mother, you should have three daughters."

Suddenly remembering something, Snow added a sentence to Karen.

"Three...three???! How come there are more again?!"

Karen snapped out of her daze from the girl's lewd remarks and stared wide-eyed.

I just left a little monster, how come it's multiplied again??

"Ah, to be precise, she should be a part that separated from me; we were originally one—her name is Imotek... and as for her surname, it's probably Kaslana?"

After thinking about the unfortunate Jinchuriki who inherited the memories of all previous Kaslanas, Snow Apocalypse nodded with certainty.

“Yes—that’s right, Imotek Kaslana.”

"Why do I feel like there's not a single person in your family, from the eldest to the youngest, who can give me peace of mind?"

"Mother, do you really think that children with the surnames Kaslana and Apocalypse are anything but easy to raise???"

"You dared to climb over the high walls of Apocalypse Castle back then—I suppose Mother wouldn't be too surprised if we, your descendants, did a little something like this—"

Snow's reply immediately silenced Karen, and the white-haired woman reminisced about the past... about the dozens of meters high walls of the Apocalypse castle...

"Oh yeah, with such a high wall, how could I, a teenager at the time, have dared to do that...?"

"Wait a minute...you almost got me hooked, you unlucky kid! Are scaling walls and making a person appear out of nowhere the same thing???"

“This is called surpassing one’s teacher – Mother, you really know nothing about the purity of the Apocalypse and Kaslana bloodlines.”

He's good at causing trouble, incredibly good at it, and as long as he doesn't reveal his true intentions, no one will know he's up to something. Even if he does reveal his true intentions, as long as he doesn't explain, others still won't understand what he's planning, unless... the other side is a prophet.

"Ah—it's such a pity I didn't go to London, England, and use the alias Moritia, what a pity—"

The blonde girl uttered some ominous, criminal remarks—

"Otherwise, I'd at least be a British godfather by now..."

"I have a feeling you're saying something unpleasant... Never mind, we have other things to do besides sightseeing here, don't we... my lovely little Snow—?"

"Alas--"

The blonde girl, who had just been called "Little Snow" by Karen, suddenly switched to her witty banter mode, shuddered, her skin crawling.

"How cheesy... We're going to retrieve the black box that you, Karen's mom, took with you when you ran away from Schicksal... If nothing unexpected happens, it should be a knife by now—"

The girl opened the underground door of St. Freya Cathedral with a facial recognition scan, as if she were returning home...

"And the consciousness residing within that knife is none other than Miss Sakura's younger sister—"

"So we're just going to come in and steal things like this, openly and honestly??"

Karen looked at her daughter with a puzzled expression.