Humans are in chaos, despicable outsiders.

Black Seele began pointing fingers at a Herrscher of Domination who was still creating things haphazardly in the Domination Theater like a headless fly.

"That's right, that's right. I've never seen anyone so annoying before. They look annoying, they talk annoying, and they do annoying things."

Da Xi'er nodded in agreement.

"Is it possible that my friend—this Herrscher—is just someone we use to relieve stress?"

Snow shrugged, looking at the two commentators who had been criticizing the "Thousand-Man Lawyer" commentary....

"That makes sense... By the way, Big Sister Big Sister—what brought you here again?"

Da Xi'er nodded, then thought of a new question and looked with some curiosity at a certain god who hadn't appeared in a long time.

Let me introduce you—

The blonde girl pulled out a photographic scroll... which prominently featured a group of 1000 Herrscher dolls...

"This is mahjong."

"Let me introduce you to the people who are here to play mahjong—"

The girl then took out another painting, which depicted people in front of the two people, some familiar and some unfamiliar.

"The two of us, Kiana, Raiden Mei, Bronya, Welt Joyce and Uncle Welt Yang, Lady Horaiji, and Bishop Otto Apocalypse and Bishop Theresa of Schicksal? —"

Da Xi'er counted them one by one, taking stock of the figures depicted in the painting. Every single one of them was a top-tier, heavyweight figure.

"Hey, Snow, are you really treating these Herrschers like mahjong?"

Looking at these top-notch individuals, Da Xi'er's lips twitched.

"Hmm, wait a minute... who are this green-haired woman, this pink-haired woman with fox ears, and this white-haired man wearing a mask?"

Seemingly seeing some completely unfamiliar people on the screen, Da Xi'er's words revealed a hint of confusion.

"Them... that green-haired one is a fusion warrior and mad scientist from the previous era, Ms. Mebius. That pink-haired fox lady is also a fusion warrior; you can call her Sakura if you meet her..."

"As for the last one..."

Snow gave an expression that suggested he was even more important.

"This one is called Qianjie, and he is also a Fusion Warrior. As for his battle record? Before he even became a Fusion Warrior, he instantly killed the previous generation's Herrscher of Ice."

"A guy with a really bad temper—whatever, I'm the one who called him."

"Don't get me wrong, I didn't call him over to play mahjong—he's here to smash the mahjong machine to pieces; alright, I have to pick him up later, so I can't chat with you anymore—"

"Emmmm... Oh right, remember not to tell anyone I'm here. Just keep saying we beat the Herrscher to a pulp."

The girl waved to the two of them and disappeared through the doorway of the house.

Playing mahjong, playing mahjong~ Not bad, not bad at all—

Good evening! Do you have any tickets left?

Eternal Paradise: Chapter 429 Master Qian, what do you do for a living?

It's the same airport, the same exit, but a different group of people, perhaps with different goals, or rather, fusion warriors...

Welcome to New York, the financial center of modern human society—

After a hasty farewell to the two Seeles, Snow Apocalypse changed into autumn clothes and greeted Sakura and her sister Rin, who were looking around somewhat bewilderedly after getting off the plane.

"By the way, Miss Sakura, where is Mr. Senjaku?"

Seeing that the most important man on this trip didn't seem to be with the two of them, the blonde girl tilted her head in confusion. This was a big surprise prepared for the Herrscher of Domination, and he couldn't be absent.

"Qianjie said he smelled the scent of an old acquaintance... and then he disappeared without a trace—"

When Qianjie was mentioned, Sakura showed a helpless expression, seemingly very annoyed by the man's willful behavior.

"...An old acquaintance?"

After hearing this, the blonde girl thought for a moment and quickly locked onto her target.

"I think I roughly know who Mr. Qianjie's so-called 'old acquaintance' is..."

Snow gave a somewhat gloating look, which only intensified Sakura's curiosity.

"So, Miss Snow, may I ask who that is?"

"Who else could it be—the one who could make that powder keg explode at the mere smell of it is none other than Dr. Möbius!"

The blonde girl shrugged matter-of-factly, bringing news that made Sakura's heart and lungs stop.

"What...! Dr. Möbius?! No, we have to find him immediately—Qianjie will demolish the entire location where Möbius is."

Sakura, her face changing drastically, grabbed her younger sister and Snow, who was still gloating, and headed to find a certain Master Qian...

"No thanks—I'm not stupid enough to pick a fight with that guy in the street."

Just as Sakura began to search for the direction Qianjie had left in based on her memories, a man's voice rang out behind the three of them.

"Master Qian, you...?"

The blonde girl looked at the man in front of her with suspicion and disbelief. He wasn't wearing a black mask, and his face instead had a scholarly air about him.

The man's brownish-green eyes seemed to hold a hint of impatience as he looked at the somewhat bewildered girl before him, waiting for her to finish her sentence...

"Master, what do you do for a living?"

The man's face and appearance were so different from the warrior in the records that Snow Apocalypse wondered if he had been switched with another man.

"Huh? Are you blind? God—I'm training your pathetic Destiny organization—"

The man, with his scholarly appearance, spoke to the girl in a tone befitting a gangster boss.

Qianjie pulled a badge from his pocket and flicked it at the girl—

"This is it—God. Your Destiny organization is weak, but it has a whole set of rules—instructors even have special badges and uniforms."

"boring--"

"Uh...the Valkyries you trained...are they alright???"

Seeing the sharp comments about his own people's Qian Jie, Snow's eyebrows twitched, and he began to care about those Valkyries of Destiny.

"Hmph—what could they possibly be up to? A bunch of weak little brats. You don't really think I'd seriously give them a beating, do you?"

Qianjie glanced at the goddess lady who seemed to have some connection with the Valkyries and curled her lip in disdain.

"Um—is there a possibility that it's not that they're too weak, but rather that Master Qian, you're too strong?"

"So what—a bunch of guys who can laugh and joke during training, but when they call roll, their voices are weak and listless, they have no energy at all!!"

...

"What time did Qianjie get the people up for training?"

Miss Snow, increasingly suspicious of what she was hearing, turned to look at Sakura and Rin beside her.

"What time is it?"

Sakura and Rin lowered their heads and thought for a moment, recalling their previous memories... Then, they fell into a brief silence...

"Hmm... why did you all suddenly stop talking?"

Seeing the two pink-haired women fall silent, Snow Apocalypse tilted his head in confusion, his sense of unease growing stronger.

"That Qianjie... it seems like he goes to chase people away every morning at four o'clock?"

Sakura looked at the blonde girl with some uncertainty, and then gave an astonishing answer...

"Every day at four in the morning... wow, even Durandal would have to admit defeat. And then... what time does it end?"

"I know that. My brother-in-law goes back to the villa that the bishop girl named Theresa arranged for us around nine o'clock every night!"

"hiss--"

The girl gasped in shock upon hearing the entire schedule....

"Your training schedule is so bad that even a capitalist would kowtow to you three times."

"Hmph—what's the problem???"

Qianjie glanced at the blonde girl beside him with displeasure, his irritable tone tinged with confusion and bewilderment...

"Are you serious??? Or do you have some kind of misunderstanding about Valkyries...?"

"Valkyrie, isn't she just a fusion warrior from your era?!"

Excellent! Master Qian perfectly embodies the spirit of diligent cultivation and the simple, unassuming dedication of a rough-around-the-edges craftsman...

"Say that again??? What about the Valkyrie era?"

This time, not only Snow, but even Sakura couldn't help but turn to look at her comrade-in-arms...

"Fusion... Fusion Warrior—what's wrong? Is there a problem?"

Being commented on like that by two people at the same time did put a little pressure on Master Qian—but it was really just a little.

"If they really are fusion warriors, with your training methods... I think you're more likely to end up in the infirmary."

Snow gave him a bewildered look, as if to say, "You seem to have no sense of self-awareness whatsoever..."

"There's one more thing. The Valkyries' training at Schicksal headquarters usually ends around 11:30 AM... What did you do during the rest of the time? Don't tell me you kept them behind for extra training—"

"Besides training, the Valkyries have other duties—"

"Hey, I'm not stupid enough not to see this!"

"But you can't even understand the role of a Valkyrie?!"

"You god—!"

"Hmph—I'm going to find that guy you mentioned named Durandal for the rest of the time. That Valkyrie is Kevin's descendant, right? She has a very familiar scent about her."

"Ah...that's right, she is indeed Kevin's descendant. You got into a fight with her?"

"certainly--"

"How are you feeling?"

"That little girl isn't bad when she gets serious, but she's still far behind Kevin—but she's good enough to have some fun with."

Qianjie nodded with some satisfaction.