Talulah, I'm still a child.

The moonlight was bright, and the plum blossoms were either budding or in full bloom. The next moment, the boy who was playing chess suddenly cleared his eyes and his face returned to a more ordinary appearance. He scratched his head in confusion, wondering why he was outside at this time. He remembered that he had fallen asleep.

"Could it be somnambulism?"

Somewhat confused, the boy glanced at the chessboard in front of him, then put away all the black and white pieces and went back to his room to sleep.

On the other side, in Siesta, Mei Xue helplessly threw her torn clothes into the trash can, looked at Warfarin who had fallen asleep from exhaustion, twitched her fox ears, looked at the moon outside the window, and really couldn't understand how Warfarin had become like this just because she drank a little of her blood.

Could there be something in his blood? He wasn't quite sure. The little fox himself had never realized it, and Rhodes Island's medical report hadn't mentioned anything particularly strange, except that even Originium didn't want to get close to him.

"Luckily, I have plenty of spare clothes."

Mei Xue took out a new piece of clothing from his tail and put it on. Today he had witnessed Warfarin's special tastes, as evidenced by the tattered stockings over there.

Clutching his tail, Mei Xue collapsed onto the bed, thinking how fortunate Warfarin wasn't as physically strong as Talulah and Specter, having passed out after only an hour; otherwise, he probably wouldn't have been able to sleep at all tonight.

With his eyes closed, Mei Xue sank into a state of confusion. He needed to go to Victoria to bring his kitten back.

The unconscious Warfarin vaguely heard a song, a melody she had never heard before, vaguely resembling the language of the Sarkaz, yet even more obscure than the oldest Sarkaz language. Although she had never learned it, Warfarin was surprisingly able to understand the meaning of the song.

My dear child, do not let the gravity of the planet and reality bind you to this small land; look up at the stars!

The stars will twinkle for you as you embark on the moonlit journey home.

The earliest call flowing in our blood comes from our homeland; what is etched in our memories is hope.

[Give civilization time, and let it journey to a more distant horizon...]

It was a very pleasant voice, somewhat familiar, but Warfarin, still asleep, couldn't quite place whose voice it was. She only felt that the song had a reassuring power.

"Wake up! How come you're asleep again? Today's meeting is very important."

It was a bit noisy. Warfarin opened her eyes in a daze and found herself sitting in a conference room, a large conference room that could hold hundreds of people, like a college class meeting.

She glanced at the person who had pushed her to her feet, and then froze. The familiar gaze, the demeanor, and the diamond-shaped pupils in their eyes were exactly the same as when Theresa possessed Amiya's body.

"Theresia..."

Warfarin murmured, but the other party did not react at all. She suddenly realized that this was not the real world, but a projection from the past. But Warfarin was not old enough to be senile. She clearly remembered everything from leaving her homeland to her vacation yesterday, without any mistakes. If she had really met such a person, she would not be able to forget it.

Where does this memory come from?

Just as Warfarin was thinking this, a somewhat young redheaded woman scratched her head, threw the ice cream cone in her hand into the trash can, then walked to the podium, reached out and tapped it lightly twice. A light screen gathered behind her, like transparent glass, full of science fiction.

"Based on our research over the past few days, the DWDB-221E has achieved initial success. Rejoice, my fellow countrymen!"

The room was quiet, and the atmosphere was a little awkward. Perhaps realizing that her words did sound like a thesis, the red-haired woman rolled her eyes helplessly and casually pulled up a photo. The photo was very simple, with only one thing on a white background: a small, jet-black crown.

"After discussion, we ruled out names like the Black Crown, Destiny, and World Truth, and finally unanimously decided to call it 'The Survival of Civilization'!"

This prompted a reaction from the hundred or so researchers, who began whispering and discussing the project.

"I still think Black Crown sounds better, or at the very least, Destiny will do."

"Go ahead, my foot! Aren't you afraid that guy will come after you?"

"This must have been the director's idea; he likes names that sound cool and artistic."

"He was even planning to rename the artificial moon last time. Speaking of which, shouldn't the gravity stabilizer be checked again?"

"Don't worry, the stabilizer has an autonomous maintenance system, it won't have any problems for 100,000 years."

Warfarin felt a bit dizzy. This couldn't possibly be her memory. Damn it, an artificial moon? This was a plot that no science fiction novel would even dare to imagine! Why did this scene feel so different from what she had imagined?

The meeting ended in Warfarin's daze. Because it was just a dream, Warfarin couldn't control her actions. She didn't know whose memories she had received, but the original owner of the memories walked out of the meeting room and into the corridor, looking out the window.

That one glance made Warfarin begin to doubt herself.

A bright silver river stretched across the vast night sky, stars twinkled, and countless spaceships drifted before her.

But the most eye-catching thing was the huge sphere. Warfarin was surprised to understand that the tiny white things were clouds, the blue things were the ocean, and a continent lay quietly on it.

It's called Terra, a planet, but it's special because in addition to those strange things, LD002 and LD003 are also there.

As Warfarin's dream reached this point, she suddenly felt a pang of fear, as if someone were choking her and gripping her heart tightly. In her hazy state of consciousness, she saw a pair of cold, golden eyes staring at her from the Milky Way. There was no anger, no joy, only a chilling coldness that sent shivers down her spine. She had once been a member of the Sarkaz royal court and had witnessed the demeanor of a king and his domineering gaze.

But compared to those eyes, it's like a child putting on airs.

In a daze, she smelled a floral fragrance, and a red oil-paper umbrella opened above Warfarin's head, then gently floated down to cover her entire body and completely envelop her consciousness.

"Someone can actually glimpse the past... This is... my brother's method, that umbrella?"

Looking at the sleeping Bella and the doll Annie beside her, Su Xue'er found it even harder to fall asleep. Her memory was incomplete, but she remembered that Mei Xue's umbrella was very special; in a sense, that umbrella was equivalent to Mei Xue's life.

That was a unique gift that belonged only to him, something that his older sister could never have.

Su Xueer suddenly realized that her younger brother might have started to grow up after she left, and had already matured to the point where he could take on this role.

Or perhaps he wasn't always that stupid; he just didn't like thinking, just like he does now. But now that his sister is gone, he has to learn to use his brain, and the more he uses it, the more he grows up.

So when exactly did her dear brother start plotting this whole scheme?

Decades ago? No, it wouldn't have been necessary just for Terra's sake. So, the actions from decades ago to a few years ago were just a feint. Combined with his various deceptive and fragmented memory-splitting behaviors, a guess formed in Su Xue'er's mind.

“Interesting, very interesting... Hehe, he even turned the tables and used the tricks I left him.”

Although she hadn't seen through Mei Xue's plan, Su Xue'er was genuinely happy. Her younger brother had grown up and could protect himself even without his older sister, which was enough for her.

"So, the reason for not sheltering that person named Theresa, but instead protecting her in this way, is because this anchor point cannot be violated in fate... In all the choices of the fate line, she is the one who deserves to die, otherwise she would not be able to reach that future."

After speaking, Su Xue'er gently covered her mouth, snapped her fingers, and buried the history of what she had just said into the complexities of fate.

She is no longer the lord of misfortune she once was, but merely a remnant soul. If she is targeted, it will implicate Linglan.

While all of this was happening quietly, Dr. A and Kroos were huddled in their hotel room, planning their game strategy. Under Dr. A's complete persuasion, Kroos's eyes were filled with the sight of LMD (Lungmen Dollars).

"So, I think we can design a game where Kal'tsit is the object of protection, and players grow various plants to defend against... uh, Originium bug attacks!"

"Why Originium Bugs?"

Kroos looked at the Doctor with some confusion, and the Doctor scratched his head and gave a somewhat embarrassed reason.

"That way, the adult version of the CG can be made more exciting."

"Doctor, are you sure you won't get killed by Kal'tsit with one punch?"

"Forehead……"

The doctor thought about it and realized that if she did something so gruesome, she would probably be found dead in her room the next day, with more than a dozen fatal wounds, none of them the same.

"Let's just make an all-ages version then. The enemies can still be set as various Originium bugs, and Mei Xue can be protected. As for the final boss... the evil green-haired old woman with the M3 robot!"

"I'm really curious how you managed to survive under Kal'tsit until today."

Kroos felt that being with the Doctor always allowed her to continuously improve her吐槽 (tu cao, a Chinese internet slang term for sarcastic or critical commentary) skills. She really couldn't understand why the Doctor could always come up with such ruthless things that ordinary people could never imagine, making her seem like a completely different person when she was commanding battles.

"Of course it's thanks to Mei Xue. Anyway, with the little fox protecting me, as long as I'm not thinking of using Rhodes Island to kill Theresis, Kal'tsit really won't kill me."

The Doctor exuded an arrogant aura of "I have someone protecting me," and Kroos didn't want to complain anymore, but after thinking for a while, she had another idea.

"Since we're going to make games anyway, besides Plants vs. Originium Bugs, we can make another kind of game, right? Doctor, think about it, Mei Xue is so cute and popular, there must be a lot of girls who like her."

"You mean..."

"Remember that game I made called 'Plum Blossom Battle'? Gacha games are the most profitable!"

Kroos clenched her fist, as if she could see a bright future beckoning to her.

Chapter 404 The Attack Came from the Moon

Bringing Mandela back wasn't too difficult, at least not for Mei Xue. Although there was a considerable distance between Siesta and Victoria, the little fox had just entered a dream a second ago and was now on someone's balcony the next.

Then, through the French windows, he saw Lavshini, who had just finished showering, wrapped in a towel and feeding Mandra. The little cat's meal tonight was quite lavish, with even a whole fish for her to enjoy, and a cup of hot milk next to her.

The kitten lay on the soft pillow, nibbling on the fish in the plate while enjoying the petting from Lafsini. She would occasionally drink a sip of hot milk to relieve the spiciness. It was a good thing she wasn't a real cat, otherwise she wouldn't be able to eat like that.

It seems Mandela is doing quite well; the little fox wagged its tail and wasn't too worried.

This scene was so heartwarming, of course, provided that Miss Lavshini noticed that her bath towel had fallen to the ground.

"Meow?"

As Mei Xue's companion, Mandra was most sensitive to the little fox's scent. Without him making any effort to conceal it, the little cat immediately spotted Mei Xue standing on the balcony.

Then Mandela realized something and glanced at Rafishini, who was completely absorbed in the happiness of petting the cat and hadn't noticed that there was someone on the balcony or that her towel had fallen to the ground.

"Meow meow meow!" (Still petting the cat, you stupid woman, hurry up and wrap yourself up! Don't try to seduce my owner!)

Faced with the kitten's accusation, Lavshini took it as her being affectionate. Considering that Lavshini fed her, the kitten really couldn't scratch her or bite her, mainly because doing so would ruin its image in front of Meixue.

"What an adorable kitten!"

Raphsini's lips curled up, feeling warm inside. Although it was winter and her towel had fallen to the ground, she was still a Drak, and this level of cold was no problem for her.

Just as Lavshini was wondering whether she should bring Mandela some more food, she suddenly heard a rhythmic knocking sound coming from the French doors of her balcony. Looking up, she saw a cute little fox standing on the balcony, knocking with its tail.

"You are……"

A familiar face, and the fear of being dominated by her once surged into her heart. Of course, Raphsini could not forget Mei Xue. Back then, she and Mandela led two squads to intercept and deal with her, but in the end, only she returned alive. The key point was that she had never seen Mei Xue in person from beginning to end.

But can someone explain how this person managed to bypass all the guards outside and appear directly on their own balcony?

No, now is not the time to think about this!

Lavshini suddenly realized that she seemed to have exposed herself, and not just any kind of exposure. She blushed and quickly grabbed a towel to cover herself, while the flames on the tip of her tail burned even more fiercely.

"May I come inside?"

Mei Xue considered herself a very polite and good child. The little fox would never barge into someone else's house without permission, and would at least say hello. Although she didn't know if the older sister inside was cold, the fact that her tail could ignite flames gave Raphsini a significant advantage in Mei Xue's eyes.

"..."

Faced with such a polite Mei Xue, Lafshini was completely bewildered. What was going on? What was this person doing here?

"Meow meow meow!"

At the crucial moment, the little cat was insightful. Mandela jumped off the pillow, ran to the French windows on the balcony, lightly jumped up, and slapped open the slot, thus opening the door for Mei Xue.

"Ah, thanks."

The little fox walked in and caught Mandra, who pounced on her. Clearly, the little cat had never expected Mei Xue to come and pick her up in person. This honor made her extremely happy, and she affectionately licked Mei Xue's cheek.

"Sweetie, your mouth is all oily from what you just ate."

With a hint of helplessness, Mei Xue used her abilities to wipe the oil off her face, rubbed Mandra's head, and then bowed slightly to Raphsini.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't expect Mandela to run so far. I'm so sorry to have troubled you to take care of her these past few days."