I'm on the Ark, and I started as a succubus.

"Master~"

Her voice was soft and gentle.

"Perfumer."

"Master, just give me your orders. Serving you is Lena's duty."

The perfumer smiled, her fox-like eyeliner revealing a hint of allure.

"Take some medicine and get those guys to fight."

The perfumer pursed her cherry lips and remained silent.

"Lena, you don't want to?"

Bai Chen scrutinized the perfumer's face, which showed a resentful expression.

"Master, you know that."

The perfumer said softly, "We don't like to come into contact with those vile and inferior males."

"Go."

Bai Chen smiled and reached out to ruffle her hair. "How about I give you a reward when you come back?"

The resentful and unwilling expression on her face instantly transformed into a bright smile, and the perfumer nodded gently. "Alright, Master, you have to keep your word~"

233 We, we are the lament of the fallen pearl.

"call……"

The perfumer exhaled, her small face full of disgust.

Good heavens, there are even males on this ship...

Wouldn't it be better to use something like an AI 'machine servant'?

Why have so many repulsive males on the ship?

Ah, yes.

She was the rare guest on this ship.

This disgusting ship was originally only inhabited by those repulsive males.

A disgusting, utterly incompetent male.

The perfumer ignored the slave laborers on the ship and walked all the way to the ship's main hall.

The person she needs to find is right here.

A tall warrior dressed in noble purple and gold armor.

Probably so?

Those armors, which should have been made of beautiful gold and purple, had been pieced together from who-knows-where junkyards, and some even had the royal eagle emblem that made her feel very uncomfortable.

Hmm... it's like a bunch of junk cobbled together randomly in a junkyard.

It lacked any sense of elegance or prestige.

The perfumer sized up the sprawled, lifeless samurai for a moment, and his face grew increasingly disgusted.

"Humph."

The perfumer snorted, seemingly attracting the attention of the samurai present, but still no one paid her any attention.

Until, she took out the small bottle she always carried with her and popped the stopper off.

The moment the stopper was opened, the purplish-pink liquid instantly formed a cloud of incredibly alluring purplish-pink smoke, emitting an indescribable fragrance throughout the hall.

The warriors, clad in purple-pink armor and nearly three meters tall when standing, instantly snapped out of their dazed state and stared intently at the small bottle in the perfumer's hand.

Judging from the look on the perfumer's face, there was almost nothing but disgust left.

She stared at the six warriors in front of her for a while, then suddenly frowned. She seemed to know who these guys were, yet she also seemed not to.

After a moment of focused thought, the perfumer raised an eyebrow. Oh, she remembered—

—The Third Army Corps.

The perfumer shook the small bottle containing her special perfume, watching the six samurai stare intently at the movement of the bottle in her hand.

"Do you want it?"

She asked softly, and then casually tossed the perfume bottle away like a frisbee.

The samurai seemed to have been inactive for too long. The once incredibly swift samurai now staggered and moved with extreme slowness and stiffness as they ran to grab the perfume.

A samurai was lucky enough to obtain the perfume.

He opened his mouth almost without thinking and poured it directly onto his face.

Almost instantly, the purple-armored warrior's face broke into a frenzied expression of ecstatic joy, turning into tears of ecstasy.

It seems to have recovered.

Once again, I can enjoy the sensory and emotional experiences.

Emotions such as happiness, joy, elation, and delight surge in like ocean waves, flowing through the body with the roar of blood.

My senses became sharp again; the temperature in the air returned, and my senses were so clear that I could even feel the faint fragrance of flowers and grass emanating from my mouth.

The perfumer silently tossed out six bottles of perfume, watching the other purple-armored knights chase after them like hounds.

After a short while, the languid, listless, and foolish expressions on the purple warriors disappeared, replaced by a sharpness and composure that seemed to have been tempered.

Finally, he seems to have some fighting power.

"Do you want more?"

The perfumer ignored them.

The warriors exchanged glances, then simultaneously prostrated themselves on the ground. "The Emperor's son is at your service, madam."

Their obsequious attitude only made the perfumer show more disgust.

Inferior male...

She casually tossed the data terminal in front of them. "If you still want it, then go complete the task. The requirement is perfect completion. Do you know what perfect means? Not a single bit more, but absolutely no less. No deviations are allowed. Do you understand?"

Before the samurai could speak, the perfumer turned and left. She couldn't stand the atmosphere anymore; it was so nauseating to be made by the gathering of countless inferior, filthy males.

Accompanied by an alluring, kaleidoscope-like purple-pink radiance and an incredibly rich fragrance, the perfumer vanished from the ship.

She has gradually become part of this space where there is no concept of time or space.

Back in the glass conservatory filled with flowers and a cozy atmosphere, the perfumer let out a long sigh of relief.

I've finally finished the task the master gave me.

She can now stay here and focus on cultivating these flowers, which are not yet perfect and require her constant care and nurturing.

The AI-powered car, acting as an assistant, slowly approached her, handing her tools for planting flowers and plants. At the same time, a pleasant, mechanical voice spoke:

"Welcome back, Lena. May joy and happiness dwell in your heart forever, by the god of love and joy."

The perfumer took the tools and stared at the clusters of blooming flowers in front of him in silence for a while.

Suddenly, without any reason, she felt that she could no longer be considered a 'human being'. Not only her, but also Laprad and W were no longer human.

So, what are they...?

The question lingered in the perfumer's mind for only a moment before she quickly came to an answer.

They are the lament of fallen pearls.

The most beautiful, the most powerful, and almost flawless being.

……

……

Dragon Gate, light rain.

The rain soaked Chen Huijie's blue hair almost completely, leaving it wet and clinging to her back.

"Where are Lin Yuxia and Shi Huaiya?"

She glanced around, her sharp red eyes revealing more worry than anything else.

Something is very wrong.

After speaking with Wei Yanwu, she realized that this matter might be particularly tricky.

“Ah Jie.”

Hoshiguma glanced at Chen Huijie, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

"Are you implying that I, an outsider, am also present?"

The person draped in red with gold-threaded patterns glanced at Hoshiguma, then fixed his gaze on Chen Huijie. "The Lungmen Guard had better cooperate with me to solve this problem."

"Hey, what do you mean?"

Chen Huijie almost started cursing, "So what if it's the Da Yan Dali Temple? This place is still my territory at least until you officially take over."

On the day of Jingzhe, I closed my eyes and exhaled softly.

Forget it, I'm too lazy to argue with them.

She looked up at the towering land-based warship before her, her delicate brows furrowing tightly.

A behemoth?

It doesn't seem like it; there's no record of this scene in the files, but in terms of ability, it's certainly not inferior.

"Has the investigation order been approved?"

The Awakening of Insects asks softly.

"Um."

Hoshiguma nodded slightly.

"Let's go up and take a look."

Jingzhe withdrew her gaze from the land-based warship. "Continuing to stalemate here won't get us anywhere. Someone has to step up and take the risk. If you realize things aren't going well, retreat immediately, understand?"