Humans are in chaos, despicable outsiders.

"That's true—haven't you seen our lord use such pure violence to beat up anything he doesn't like...?"

"Who are you calling a 'thing'?!"

Upon hearing this, the dominator immediately lunged at Wuni—

"Who answered who... no—"

Wu Ni, who was about to retort, hesitated and swallowed back what she was about to say, giving off an expression that said, "It's already Newtype Era 2k, how come anyone still falls for this?"

"Oh yes, yes, yes—you're a scoundrel, you're absolutely a scoundrel!"

As the saying goes, "If the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam will be crooked too," meaning that the quality of the boss determines the quality of the employees.

"A weak Herrscher like you, with poor forehand, weak backhand, loose footwork, and slow reaction, would be a bunch of noobs if caught in some unknown AOE attack. You're born to be a punching bag and get beaten up!"

"You bunch of bastards—!"

"Don't you have any sympathy or compassion for the weak?!"

It seems some fools still don't believe in superstitions and are planning to give it another try...

"Why would we need that, you idiot—"

Fokin, who had once again pulverized the charging Herrscher doll into dust with a single blow, curled his lip in disdain.

"Weak in strength, weak in thought, dwarf in behavior—anyone can step on you!"

"The weak are weak because they swing their swords at the weaker; the weak are called heroes because they swing their swords at the stronger."

"When the weak raise their swords against the strongest, they are called fearless, but those who raise the blade of rebellion against the gods... whether strong or weak, are usually called fools."

Snow Apocalypse strolled leisurely among the Herrscher of Dominion puppets—

"And miracles often favor these brave, fearless, and even foolish creatures..."

"And you—you are not qualified for any of these three, you don't even qualify as weak—"

"pity?"

"mercy?"

Empathy—?

"Ridiculous, they're nothing but a bunch of losers who've given up the struggle, don't know why they live, and let themselves be controlled by the collapse—"

"You dare to presume to receive sympathy and pity? You dare to spout such arrogant claims of empathy?"

"You are nothing but a rabble."

"It's no different from a grown-up board member who, when things don't go his way, threatens to go find his mom/dad...

"The thousand healers, your so-called thousand sorrows, thousand despairs, thousand madnesses, and thousand curses—are nothing but the buzzing of mosquitoes in my eyes, noisy and meaningless."

“Countless others, just like you, bear sorrow, carry despair, and are even on the verge of madness….”

"Oh, I know what you're thinking—great, we have so many more companions, we'll be endless—"

The golden-haired deity, speaking in the same sarcastic tone as the Herrscher, loudly proclaimed to the dolls who were attacking him in vain—

"But—if it's really as wonderful as you imagine, why are you the only ones here?"

The golden-haired goddess's question caused all the puppets on the field to stop moving... Some stared blankly at the young goddess in front of them, waiting for her next answer.

"—Because you are just a bunch of trash. Birds of a feather flock together."

"Even the weakest and most vulnerable person has a strong and courageous side—in that respect, they are not weak."

"There are never any truly weak people. Remember this: scum."

"All that exists are you, a bunch of 'puppets' who have abandoned all dignity, courage, and glory, and are at the mercy of the Honkai..."

"And as I said before... your only remaining value..."

The golden-haired god crushed the brain of the last intact puppet in sight—

"It's nothing more than a stepping stone for others to trample on, a stepping stone that anyone can step on."

"—Nothing more than a walking shadow, a clumsy fool gesticulating on stage, appearing briefly before disappearing without a trace, full of noise and commotion, yet utterly meaningless—"

"And I look forward to the uproar you will bring before the end—"

Dropping the doll in her hand, the blonde girl gave the Herrscher herself, who was dominating the theater from somewhere, an incredibly wicked smile before tearing open the imaginary space—

"I can't understand, God... why don't you kill me?"

The enormous Herrscher, hiding in the shadows, could not contain his curiosity and his questions echoed around the theater.

"Interesting... Why would I kill a puppet on a string?"

"...?"

"I don't understand... Herrscher—your fate is already sealed, a cliché but popular story—the hero kills the demon king."

"And I am merely an audience member in the theater."

"Finally—theatrical actor's code: Beware of the audience, and never go against them..."

The girl, halfway through her step into the doorway, turned her head to look at the thousand-man Herrscher of the Storm...

"Don't make me come back to you, you usurper—"

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Eternal Paradise: Chapter 420 Dr. Möbius's Assault (In Progress)

"Dr. Möbius."

A call interrupted the ancient snake spirit's teasing of Number 17, who had transformed into a kitten, and made her turn her attention to her work.

"It's you... Gray Snake—do you have something interesting to tell me?"

With a casual glance, Möbius recognized the creation beside him, one of his own, an experimental life form whose fate—whether to be categorized as a failure or a success—was unclear...

"We have exchanged intelligence with the higher-ups of Schicksal and Anti-Entropy. The tenth Herrscher, the Herrscher of Domination, has been born and is already causing great trouble for the Anti-Entropy organization."

The masked man bowed slightly, showing due respect to Mebius.

"A thousand-man herald? I understand—step down, Gray Serpent."

Mebius pondered for a moment, then nodded to the gray snake and waved him off to do what he was supposed to do.

"Then I shall take my leave—"

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Quietly packing his equipment, stuffing all his experimental gear and travel essentials into that travel suitcase that rivaled Judas's, Möbius discreetly peeked out towards another part of Paradise—

"Mei, Mei, and Little End—oh right, and the adorable little angel Imotek! I've discovered a really fun place—!"

Alicia continued her womanizing spree. Great, no one could stop her from leaving this place temporarily to stir up some big news outside—

Having bypassed Alicia's sight and exchanged a few words with the drunken Eden, Mebius slipped out of the gates of Paradise of the Past.

Mebius, who had a great fondness for the Tenth Herrscher in the previous era, couldn't resist the urge to use his hands the moment Gray Serpent brought news of the birth of the Tenth Herrscher of this era.

Although this body has already reached the realm of "infinity," and all that's needed is to continue exploring forward in the future—there are still some strange ideas I'd like to try...

"Klein, my Klein—"

Mebius rubbed Klein, who had just finished charging but hadn't had a chance to be turned on yet, against him vigorously, as if he had thought of a good idea—

"My dear Klein, my beloved Klein~ Let's get you a Herrscher Core to play with—"

Fifty thousand years later, Dr. Möbius had a completely new and audacious idea—

"Doctor... what are you saying—?"

Klein, who had just finished the boot process, looked somewhat bewildered at Möbius, who was rubbing against him vigorously, seemingly puzzled...

“And Doctor…you’ve escaped from Paradise again—no, I need to inform Miss Eden and Miss Alicia…”

Klein, observing the changes in his surroundings, immediately sensed something was wrong—this was not paradise.

The green research doll immediately pulled a cell phone from its clothes, seeing Möbius's bewildered expression.

"Hmm... Miss Eden and Miss Alicia's numbers are..."

"Stop, Klein!"

The bewildered expression only lasted a few seconds on Mebius's face before the Serpent Lord, realizing what was happening, immediately snatched the little doll's phone.

"Klein—am I your guardian, or are Eden and Alicia your guardians?!"

Somewhat annoyed, Mebius stared at Klein in front of him and questioned him.

"...Common sense dictates, Doctor—shouldn't I be your guardian?"

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"Klein, you...!"

Möbius was immediately speechless at this answer... Then the serpent lord living in the clam recalled the bits and pieces of time he had been cared for by the puppet Klein in the past—

"Remind the PhD student who's been working all night to rest; prepare lunch and dinner for everyone in the lab; warn the PhD student that eating instant noodles every day is bad for their health; help with some important documents; attend meetings and the 'Moth Chasing the Flame' banquet in the PhD student's place..."

Klein, like a chanting mantra, kept repeating these trivial details of the past beside Möbius, making the latter now only want to squeeze himself into the briefcase beneath him...

"Enough! Klein—this time you have no choice—"

"Furthermore—Dr. Möbius, spending so much time in a dark laboratory isn't good for your health. You should get out more often and get some sunshine..."

"Klein, you said that yourself, didn't you?"

Mebius looked at Klein with ill intent, once again demonstrating what it meant to use magic to defeat magic, and to use Klein to break Klein.

"this....."

The green-haired puppet paused, seemingly lost in thought.

"Well... alright, as long as the professor tells me the purpose of my trip, I'll consider whether or not to inform everyone in Paradise—"

After much deliberation, Klein made a compromise...

"Purpose? There's no purpose—Klein. Doctor, I just wanted to go for a walk. If I were really going to do something behind your back, I wouldn't have brought you along~"