Humans are in chaos, despicable outsiders.

Seeing the sudden silence among the crowd, Lord Otto immediately realized he had let something slip...

"...Dad, what do you want written on your epitaph? I'll have it engraved for you."

After a moment of utter disbelief—"Holy crap, Dad, you actually admitted it?"—Miss Snow adopted a sorrowful expression as she looked at the blond man before her...

"Should we make it a bit more serious? Like, an epitaph is too short, this life is too long..."

"Or something more cheerful—to live a noble life and die a miserable one?"

The man's daughter pulled out her notebook, ready to record his "last words"—and behind her stood Siegfried and Welt Young, both eager for a fight, along with Dr. Tesla, who was brandishing his Honkai Explosion Fist...

“I, Otto Apocalypse, the reformer of Destiny, the longest-reigning bishop of Destiny—”

"I will not die here before I marry Karen!!! Do you think Siegfried, Walter Young, and that lobster-headed Dr. Tesla can catch me?"

"Don't underestimate me, a 500-year-old man!"

Amidst Miss Snow's father's bewildered expression—"Why aren't you playing by the rules, Mr. Otto Apocalypse—burst out the door. Seeing the sonic boom that seemed to explode out of nowhere and the resulting sonic cloud, the girl's expression involuntarily twitched slightly...

"It's clear that she really wants to live..."

I glanced back at the direction of the door—ah, a human-shaped hole that had been smashed open...

"If you want to chase after him, go ahead, okay? Who knows where your old man might run off to in a minute..."

"Tsk, I'm going to blast you to pieces, blast you to pieces, Otto Apocalypse!"

The first to react was the lobster-headed doctor. The blond man's mocking behavior before fleeing had thoroughly enraged Tesla; at that moment, her fists crackled with electricity...

"Um, I'll go keep an eye on the Tesla..."

Seeing Tesla's outburst, Yang helplessly pushed up his glasses, said goodbye to everyone, and chased after it...

"Then I'll help too—anyway, I'm just a roughneck and I wouldn't understand what you technicians are doing if I stayed here..."

Siegfried greeted them and then quickly chased after them.

Early

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"We meet again, Miss Amber..."

Shortly after Tesla and his group went to hunt down the fleeing Mr. Otto, Amber arrived at the World Serpent's base aboard a Destiny transport plane, carrying a life-sized enclosed maintenance cabin.

"Good afternoon, Lord Snow, and also Lady Karen and Lady Theresa..."

After placing the goods on the ground, Amber greeted everyone present, then tilted her head in slight confusion...

"Um, Lord Snow—where is Lord Otto? Wasn't he supposed to have set off with you...?"

"Amber, please don't ask those kinds of questions anymore..."

Snow shook his head helplessly at Amber, who seemed somewhat confused. He placed his right hand on the metal container Amber had brought, and as the girl pressed her palm against it, the metal container seemed to complete some kind of authentication process, opening directly...

"A question that you understand???"

Miss Amber, as pure as a blank sheet of paper, didn't seem to understand the blonde girl's meaning immediately, and tilted her head in confusion.

"It's because my father's secret was exposed. He confessed that he did a 'good deed and died a good death' during the second Honkai in the millennium. Now he's being hunted down by Mr. Walter Yang of Anti-Entropy, Dr. Tesla, and that Mr. Siegfried."

Snow casually waved his hand, indicating that these were minor issues—while Amber, after recalling what Otto had done in 2000, also chose to remain silent....

From a rational perspective, what Mr. Otto did back then can only be described as utterly immoral... It seems quite normal that he was chased and beaten after his actions were exposed.

After thinking it over, Miss Amber decided to ignore it—after all, Lord Otto wouldn't die, so let them fight it out...

--

Just as Amber was inwardly criticizing a certain former bishop, Miss Snow and the rest of the group turned their attention to the metal life support pod in front of them...

"Hmm... so this is what I looked like when I was a child?"

With a hint of curiosity, Snow tugged at the tuft of golden hair in his younger self's long hair, a look of wonder on his face...

"I've almost forgotten what I looked like when I was a child..."

The girl glanced at the body, memorized the physical data, and rubbed her hands together—

"Then let's just use this Soul Steel body for modification, Ms. Velvi? Is that alright?"

Snow lifted her up and looked at Velvi, who was also curiously examining the Soul Steel body...

“Of course—it saves me the time of searching for Soul Steel materials. But, Miss Snow? Can this thing be reset into original liquid Soul Steel?”

"After all, the internal structure of a Soul Steel human body that carries consciousness and a Divine Key that can carry the consciousness of a Herrscher are fundamentally different... In terms of fusion, recasting and on-site modification, the former is actually faster."

After explaining the design principles to the somewhat confused girl, Vivi looked at Snow and waited for her reply.

"Hmm...it should be okay, right?"

Miss Snow stroked her chin and looked at the metal life support pod, starting to search for a control panel she could operate...

"Um... Lord Snow?"

Miss Amber, who had been lost in thought, returned to reality and looked at Miss Snow Apocalypse, who was searching for something, and asked her with some confusion.

Are you looking for something like a console?

“Ah… that’s right, we need to reset the state of this Soul Steel body… the current state of the original body is useless to us—it’s not compatible with the black box that Velvet is going to use to store the Herrscher’s consciousness.”

"In short, we need to rebuild this body, and it would be too strange for a Herrscher to have my face... even when I was a child it would be too strange."

Snow shrugged and repeated Vervie's explanation to Amber...

“I see, I understand—Lord Snow, the control panel for this metal life support capsule is voice-activated. You only need to issue an initialization command.”

"...Voice-controlled? I don't care if I can't find any buttons or touchpads—reset this Soul Steel body and initialize it to the material's state."

Upon receiving the command, the cabin resealed and closed, then stopped operating again after a buzzing sound before reopening.

The original body of the young blonde girl inside had disappeared, leaving only a pool of silver-gray soul steel...

[Tsk—finally, this embarrassing history created by my dad is gone.]

Snow muttered a curse to himself as he looked at the liquefied soul steel inside, then glanced at Miss Wilvi, who was already quite impatient.

"So, it's up to you then? I'll go and trick that Herrscher of Corruption into the Black Box..."

Miss Snow picked up the container from the table and waved to Wilwy.

"Okay—by the way, you know how to use this thing, right?"

After nodding, Wilvi seemed to remember something and glanced somewhat uneasily at Miss Snow, who was about to start operating.

"Um... should we continue and let the little idiot import his own data?"

"Pretty much—also, I've modified this interface; it's now compatible with the USB interface of your era. Just plug it into the console."

"USB, huh... that's quite modern."

The girl tossed the black box around for a moment, then examined it closely. Wow, it's a Type-C interface!

She plugged the USB into the control panel of the Paradise server, then connected the other end to the black box given to her by Velvet. Seeing that the capacitor was working, Miss Snow rubbed her hands together and reopened the button inside Paradise to chat with a certain Herrscher...

"Hello, this is the Employment Service Center for the Herrscher of Imaginary Trees—you are the Herrscher of Erosion, Miss Erosion, right?"

A female healer participating in the Paradise Marathon received a strange phone call...

"Um...you said my name is Herrscher of Corruption, Corruptor Treasure...? Never mind—if you say so, then it is. So, this so-and-so Employment Center, can you help me get out of my current predicament?"

"Oh, it's like this, we heard your cries for help and your need for re-employment—so we called specifically to confirm if you're sure you want to change jobs and start a new life?"

"Yes, that's right—if the price of being a Herrscher is being endlessly hunted down by these ghostly creatures in a deserted, godforsaken place, then I quit, I want to switch shifts!"

"Then we will send you a labor contract—you can take a look and sign it if you are satisfied."

The young Herrscher of Corruption falls deeper and deeper into a phone scam trap set by a blonde girl...

Good evening, Makka Pakka

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"Sign, I'll sign! I'll do anything to get out of here!"

Having narrowly dodged the tentacles that swung at her from behind, the Herrscher of Corruption, who couldn't read a single word, pressed her handprint—a gesture she would regret for the rest of her life—on the bizarre contract that had appeared before her...

As for what was written on that blank sheet of paper...

[—From this day forward, the Herrscher of Corruption, hereinafter referred to as Corruption, and Bishop Snow Apocalypse, hereinafter referred to as the Bishop; Corruption will relinquish its original Herrscher status and obligations, and voluntarily join the anti-Honkai organization, the Church of Schicksal; it will pledge allegiance to Schicksal and the Bishop, and dedicate its life to a noble goal—unafraid of hardship, pain, or death.]

[As per the request of Bishop Snow Apocalypse, who negotiated with the Herrscher of Corruption, Corruption Treasure has been assigned to manage the hygiene and household affairs of the residences of the Bishops at Schicksal Headquarters and the thirteen Fusion Warriors.]

[—You should try your best to meet any other requests the other party makes, such as playing with Miss Gretchen, cooperating with Dr. Möbius or Ms. Velvet's research experiments, and stopping the fight between Qianjie and Kevin without endangering your own safety.]

[Same as above. Upon discovering the drunken Lady Eden and the mischievous Alicia, please do your best to take the former back to her residence. If you cannot stop the latter, please jump into the pit yourself to avoid harming others.]

The workday is 8 hours, with weekends and traditional holidays off. The salary and benefits are as described for a standard S-rank Valkyrie, including five social insurances and one housing fund, free dining in the cafeteria, and good accommodation. The company also provides holiday gifts during festivals.

[Note: Destiny possesses the world's best medical institutions and maintains a good cooperative relationship with World Serpent and Anti-Entropy, so even if someone becomes disabled due to work, they can quickly regain their mobility.]

[Contract Term: Perpetual; Subject: Church of Destiny; Legal Representative: Bishop Snow Apocalypse of Destiny; Signatory: Herrscher of Corruption.]

"......"

"What the hell?! What kind of lifelong servitude contract did you trick her into signing?"

Ms. Theresa, who had come up for a curious glance, looked at the contents of the contract written in white on black paper and exclaimed, "You're an expert!"

"What do you mean I tricked her into signing a contract of servitude???"

Snow looked at Theresa with a strange expression, seemingly very dissatisfied with the description of the white-haired dwarf nun.

"This is called a lifetime employment contract. Nobody else can sign it! It includes weekends off, a strict eight-hour workday, five social insurances and one housing fund, various holiday benefits, a detached villa with meals and accommodation provided, and a high salary—even the treatment of an S-class Valkyrie is a bit worse than this."

Snow curled her lip, indicating that the pay and benefits she offered were extremely high, and there was no more conscientious employer in the world than her.

"Would you like to take another look at what's written in the job description?"

Looking at Miss Snow Apocalypse, who seemed utterly unashamed, even a little proud, Theresa's lips twitched. She pointed to the "Scope of Work" section of the contract and questioned her—

"Doesn't your conscience hurt???"

"Job duties? Aren't they all pretty normal—housekeeping, cleaning, taking care of kids and playing with them, bringing drunk ladies home, etc."