Humans are in chaos, despicable outsiders.

"That's right, it's been a long time since I've hit anyone—"

"Besides, it seems like every single one of those big guys who rushed in was there to beat her up—who cares about the core anyway..."

"They got this core, but it probably comes with a massive brain-draining buff..."

Thinking back to the scene in the theater where that jerk had been spouting nonsense at everyone, Jiu Xiao's lips twitched, a sentiment echoed by everyone around him.

"But we still found that core... It's always good to have one less destabilizing factor."

"Then why not ask the ones who weren't there? The ones who were there were all busy beating people up, they can't say anything meaningful—after all, at that time, it was more important for us to crush her than for her core."

Seeing the group deep in thought, Jiu Xiao offered a new approach to the problem to guide them.

"The people outside the arena... Miss Jiuxiao, are you referring to Alicia and Mebius?"

Reminded by the girl, Velvet showed a look of sudden realization, and seemed to be about to turn around and find a certain pink fairy lady who was secretly eating Mei behind Kiana's back.

"Kiana—this is for you...."

"What? Jiuxiao, why did you give me a wood-chopping knife???"

You'll find out soon enough—

After whistling, Miss Kyushou from Houraiji Temple turned her attention back to the bottle of wine in front of her...

"For no reason at all..."

Despite muttering to herself, Kiana, sensing something was amiss, still put the wood-chopping knife that Jiuxiao had thrown at her...

--

"Miss Alicia, we came in to ask you something—!"

The clumsy Theresa barged right into the door of the pink fairy's assigned residence in Schicksal....

"Sorry to bother you, please continue!!!"

Theresa, who burst through the door, saw something filled with a pinkish aura inside and immediately covered her eyes, turning to slam the door shut behind her.

Of course, Kiana, who came in with them, didn't think so...

"You pink-haired vixen—what are you going to do to my Mei?!"

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Good evening, Night City—did you strike Adam's hammer today?

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Eternal Paradise: Chapter 447 I am my own Khan—

While Theresa Kiana and her companions were having a friendly conversation with the pink fairy who had been caught cheating on her husband, the two in the Bishop of Destiny's office were also having a brief discussion.

"There's something I've always been curious about—what do you think of me?"

Looking at the documents that had already been corrected scattered on the table, Miss Imotek asked Snow a question.

"That depends on your perspective on Mr. Otto Apocalypse—"

The blonde girl did not answer Imotek's question directly, but instead posed a question to guide him.

“Otto? A cheap dad he got for free—you’ve been the one interacting with him all these years, not me.”

"Even if you stuff a bunch of strange memories and experiences of the Kaslana family into my head, it will only make me more 'human' at most."

Imotek crossed his legs and watched Miss Snow sipping her coffee beside him.

“It’s really interesting—I’ve become more like a human being, while you’ve become more like a god.”

"So, you do acknowledge your father-daughter relationship with your dad—"

Snow ignored the white-haired girl's sigh, simply nodding in understanding, and then posed his second question—

"So, what is your opinion of Ms. Karen Kaslana?"

"Why do you ask me two questions in return for every one one I ask? That's not fair—"

"You can ask later, if you really have anything else to ask—"

The blonde girl remained calm, as if she were used to it.

"Alright—"

“Ms. Karen Kaslana—I’ve met her. She seems to treat me like her daughter, though there’s nothing wrong with that….”

"In short, it's like having a cheap, new mom who suddenly appeared?"

"Oh, at least she still cares about us—so having another mom is fine, it's good to have another mom."

Imotek gave a nonchalant look...

"I see..."

Snow Apocalypse nodded thoughtfully, seemingly having reached his own conclusion.

"So... what's the answer to my question, the golden one?"

The white-haired girl watched the pensive blonde girl with great interest, her expression showing interest.

"Ah—it's my younger sister."

Snow offered an answer that was within Imotek's reasonable and understandable framework.

“Yes, you see, we recognize the same person as our father and the same person as our mother—and we are indeed related by blood.”

"So there's nothing wrong with me thinking that way—"

Seemingly having found some self-consistent logic, the girl nodded in satisfaction, looking at the "white-haired little sister" beside her.

"No—I think there's a big problem!"

Although Snow Apocalypse's answer was indeed within Miss Imotek's expectations and understanding, the white-haired girl still seemed to have a lot of objections.

"Oh? What's the problem?"

Hearing the protests, Snow tilted his head curiously, looking at Imotek beside him, wanting to hear her opinion.

"Why am I the younger sister?! I should be the older sister—!"

Imotek, caught in a strange dilemma, began to fight over meaningless seniority and status.

"Ha—this is just a pointless argument. You should know exactly what we are, another 'me'...."

"To be honest, our relationship is a pointless issue."

The blonde girl, seemingly getting impatient, immediately frowned and retorted...

"..."

The girl, immediately silenced by Snow's retort, fell into a brief silence...

"Tch—indeed, why should I argue with you about this?"

The white-haired girl, speechless after being retorted by the blond-haired man, uttered a sentence in an indifferent tone...

"Anyway, we will eventually come together again—we were one person to begin with, weren't we?"

"What is incomplete will eventually be completed—your use of the collective consciousness of humanity to maintain your existence is ultimately nothing more than a temporary expedient."

Imotek stared at the blonde girl in front of him. His brief words contained no panic or resentment about his future disappearance; he seemed to accept that fate had ordained him to be this way.

"Ah, a temporary measure... Yes, it is indeed a temporary measure, but we will eventually become one."

"Only in that way can the true 'Snow Apocalypse' be made into an unfettered and flawless god—and 'we' are just two sides of ourselves that she actively created."

The blonde girl picked up her coffee, swirled the cup, and drank it down in one last gulp.

"She split her duality into two independent personalities in order to seek the most flawless and perfect path to godhood."

The blonde girl pouted—

“You’re right. Using the collective consciousness of humanity to suppress the instincts from the Tree of Imaginary Numbers is just another way of drinking poison to quench thirst.”

"The Tree of Imaginary Numbers brings divinity or instinct, a great creation crowned with the name of a god—but as the consciousness of the human group—isn't this also another form of godhood and divinity...and how is the final outcome any different from that of an emperor sitting idly on a golden throne in some space opera?"

"As fragmented individuals, we will not exist for long."

"One is suppressed by the memories passed down through Kaslana for millennia, and the other is resisted through the collective consciousness of humanity."

The blonde girl in front of Imotek snorted—

"...So 'we' need to come back to being one person, but what then? After all that fuss, nothing will change in the end?"

The girl, who called herself Imotek, tilted her head at that moment.

"Oh, not really—at least you're pretty good at making people disappear?"

"This is not about going back to the way it was... another me—the separate 'me' or 'we' each acquired different elements or foundations."

"Our unification will cause the instincts representing 'humanity as a whole' and 'the Tree of the Illusory Tree' to crush each other; and the remaining remnants after this crushing will be completely annihilated by the god-slaying weaponry of the Glorious Covenant—"

"In the end—only the will of the girl named Snow Apocalypse will remain to fulfill her own desires."

"—With my heart, I ascend to godhood."

"The one who ascended to godhood was 'Snow Apocalypse,' and the one who defied 'instinct' was also 'Snow Apocalypse'... The one who walks the earth is still 'Snow Apocalypse'—"

"She is not a god bound to humanity, nor is she a puppet of the imaginary number."

"—She...is her own Khan."

The girl who knew the girl's true aspirations shrugged at her white-haired "self" and gave an undeniable look.

"There are always some people who like to have the best of both worlds, to have their cake and eat it too—and most importantly... they actually do it."

.........

"So those plans? Kiana's, yours, and that Bloodline Project that makes me work overtime every day...?"

Imotek narrowed his eyes—

"But it's all a lie, and also a glimpse into reality and the plan..."