I'm in another world, and I start out transformed into Lancelot.

"Huh?!" Haruki exclaimed in shock. "Zeta-san! What... what is this thing?!"

Zeta was clearly stunned as well. His brain, composed of light particles, raced through the air, ultimately yielding an incredibly honest answer:

"I have no idea!"

But the next second, Zeta, as if drawn by an invisible thread, reached out his hand toward the spear!

When his fingertips touched the cold spear, a surge of power, both familiar and entirely new, flowed into his body without any hindrance!

The muscle bundles expanded and surged under the light particles, and the nearly depleted energy tank in the body was instantly activated and boiled!

"but--"

Zeta tightened his grip on the spear, his youthful voice brimming with surging confidence:

"I already know how to use this!"

A new power surged within his body of light, and at the tip of the Ultra Spear, a dazzling energy began to condense!

It's tough; it's really like Orb will be used up and Zeta will be used up.

Chapter 88 The Dark Ring says it will always be watching you.

Seeing Zeta, equipped with the Ultra Spear, seemingly having activated a cheat code, completely defeat the frozen monster Pagera, who had just been giving the Armory a lot of trouble, in just a few moves!

In the operations room, everyone's tense nerves finally relaxed, and they all exhaled a breath of fresh air.

Captain Hebikura unconsciously rubbed the empty air between his fingers, a childlike regret of "missing out on a new toy" inexplicably rising in his heart.

But as my gaze swept over those unharmed faces—Yoko, Haruki, Yuka, and even that troublemaker Rose.

A faint, relieved smile involuntarily crept onto his lips, a smile he himself was unaware of.

(Well, no casualties are the best outcome.)

Of course, although he already knew that Rose was no ordinary human, his teammates were not.

Once the alarm was lifted, a torrent of blame came rushing in!

"PhD!"

Yuka rushed to Rose's workstation with her tablet in her arms, her face flushed with anger, the data cable almost flying off her wrist. "You absolutely can't do something so dangerous again!"

(If the professor's precious brain gets frostbite, who will help them build new equipment!)

"Yes, Doctor!" Yoko, who had just been freed from Windom, said with a slight sob in her voice, as if she had just been relieved.

"If you did this to save me... I will never forgive myself for the rest of my life!"

"That was so dangerous! It was terrifying!" Haruki waved his arms excitedly, almost blurting out the words "Zeta-san".

"If it weren't for... well! If it weren't for good luck! The consequences would have been unimaginable!!"

Surrounded by enemies, Rose lay obediently on her workstation like a scolded cat, her cheek pressed against the cold metal surface, letting out a drawn-out sound of surrender.

"Hey hey~ I know, I know~ Please let me off the hook this time~"

She turned her head to the side, revealing a pair of icy blue eyes that gleamed with a cunning light from the crook of her arm, like a little fox who had stolen a piece of candy.

Well, even though I always get lectured...

But this feeling of being cared for like an "ordinary person" and being tightly surrounded by the team is actually quite uniquely heartwarming.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

After get off work, Jugglus's temporary residence—

When he pushed open the door, exhausted, he was greeted by a deep purple glow that looked extremely familiar and shimmered in the darkness!

The strangely sculpted, ominously alluring dark ring hovered in the center of the living room like a forsaken, resentful woman, its presence immediately apparent upon sensing his presence—

[Buzz—! Waaah—! !]

A powerful, almost tangible mental shockwave, a mixture of anger and ecstasy, slammed into us.

Accompanied by a chilling, agonizing thought that exploded in the mind:

[Waaaaah! Gaggagga!! You heartless bastard, you unfaithful bastard!!]

Do you know how many universes and dimensions I crossed to find you?! I missed you so much!!

A dark ring?! Jugglus's pupils dilated! His scalp tingled instantly! His body executed a perfect "tactical lean back" faster than his brain could react!

(Inner scream: What the hell! How can something from several dimensions catch up with me?! Is this thing some kind of GPS that has come to life?!)

And in a crevices of a higher-dimensional space in the universe—

The world consciousness that opened a convenient inter-universe passage, now leisurely eating popcorn, and the genius mechanic Rose who was watching a live stream with soybean flour rice cakes next to her, both chose to remain mysterious, simply turning the mischievousness in each other's eyes into silent snickers.

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The dark purple ring, radiating an ominous allure, continued to send out resentful light waves of "sticky" messages.

Jugglus disdainfully pinched the cold edge of the ring with two fingers, his brow furrowed so deeply it could crush a Baalzebub.

(Tsk, what a troublesome thing that's hard to get rid of...)

He habitually rested his fingers on his chin, caught in a rational calculation of his situation:

Refusing it seems like it will only lead to more troublesome and endless entanglements.

Accept it?

A cold, calculating glint flashed in Jugglus's sharp eyes:

Tsk, having the power to transform into a giant certainly makes one much more stealthy in action.

Moreover, a chilling, absolute confidence belonging to the Illusionless Demon King curled up at the corner of his lips:

You think you can bewitch my mind with something like this? Ha, you're 20,000 years too early!

(Note: Jugglus Juggler and Zero fought together in the Geed movie.)

Thinking of this, he clicked his tongue impatiently.

With a backhand motion, he casually tucked the noisy, dark ring into his suit pocket, as if putting away an old, tamed dagger.

It's just a tool; as long as it works, that's enough!

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

(The next day, in the armory operations room)

Morning light streamed in through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, bringing a touch of warmth.

As the team members arrived one after another, they found Captain Hebikura standing in front of the control panel with his back to the door, rhythmically tapping his fingertips.

He was even humming an extremely eerie tune, seemingly from an underground bar on some desolate planet.

Yuka forgot to look at the tablet she was holding and quietly nudged Yoko next to her: "The captain seems to be in a particularly good mood today?"

Yoko silently adjusted the Armory badge on her collar, her eyes holding a subtle expression: "I've never seen the captain like this... um, so relaxed?"

Even Yao Hui, with his slowed senses, could feel that the atmosphere was unusual. He blinked and muttered softly, "The captain's tune is so strange..."

No one knows what happened last night.

But at this moment, Captain Hebikura, who always presented himself as unfathomable and occasionally eccentric, was indeed surrounded by an indescribable lighthearted aura, almost like someone who had "won the lottery."

The three heads had just huddled together, ready to have a "captain's unusual mood analysis meeting"—

"Knock! Knock! Knock!"

Captain Hebikura's long, powerful fingers were like the most precise roll call device, carrying an irresistible force as he lightly and loudly flicked the foreheads of Yuuka, Yoko, and Haruki in turn!

"Ouch!"

All three heads shrank back in unison! The movements were so synchronized, as if they had been rehearsed!

Captain Hebikura had turned around at some point, standing with his arms crossed, a cryptic yet unsettling smile playing on his lips.

"Hi~ Hi~ No whispering during work hours~"

The three children immediately fell silent, feeling a chill run down their spines.

Just as the tense atmosphere of "pre-training high pressure" solidified—

"Knock, knock, knock."

There were three light knocks on the office door, as quiet and unhurried as the sound of icicles striking the door.

"Tap-tap~" A light, warm female voice instantly melted away the low voltage in the room:

"It's almost time for the exercise~?"

"Kids, is everything packed and ready?"

Chapter 89 Holy crap! It's Gilbaris?!

"It's almost time for the exercise~?"

"Kids, is everything packed and ready?"

Everyone instinctively looked towards the doorway, where the genius mechanic, wearing his signature loose white lab coat, was leaning casually against the open door frame.

The morning light streamed in from behind her, gilding her flowing hair with a golden edge.

Rose looked at the four frozen "ice sculptures" in the room with a smile, her eyes filled with a mischievous gleam of someone who loved to watch the drama unfold.

"Understood." Captain Hebikura snapped his fingers nonchalantly, instantly switching to an unquestionable work mode:

"All personnel! Prepare your gear and assemble in fifteen minutes! We are about to conduct an outdoor drill!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The "outdoor exercise" is essentially more like two special operations aircraft from the armory and their respective human partners "testing each other out".

In short, both the adorable and kind Sevenger and the agile Windom embody her hard work as a "creator".

Sitting under a makeshift sunshade, Rose held a cup of lukewarm synthetic coffee in her hands, her icy blue eyes looking as if they were soft-focused.

They followed the figures of the two steel giants in the open space ahead with a gentle, almost indulgent manner.

Her gaze was purely filtered through a "mother's lens".

The subtle humming of the mechanical joints and the sound of the hydraulic rods bearing pressure sounded to her like the reassuring whispers of life that children make when they stretch their muscles.

He had the loving look of someone who thought his own child was perfect no matter what.

Jiehua stomped her foot angrily and complained to Rose under the shed:

"Doctor! Look at this! The data is completely wrong! They're just playing house—"

Rose chuckled softly, raising her hand as if soothing a ruffled kitten, and gently and rhythmically patted the top of Jiehua's fluffy hair:

"Oh, oh, don't worry, it's okay~"

"Anyway, my kids are very strong, this little bit of exercise is just a way to loosen up their muscles and bones~"

Her gaze swept over the two steel bodies moving smoothly on the training field, her tone as certain as if she were saying that her own child could eat three bowls of rice in one go.

"Really."

Yuka was both amused and exasperated by this overly "kind" attitude. She muttered something under her breath, tilting her head uncomfortably, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"Doctor, you can't keep spoiling them like this."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Captain Hebikura, who remained in the operations room, was now lazily tucked into the commander's high-backed chair.

While sipping the liquid in his cup, he watched intently on the computer screen as the team members performed in this outdoor exercise.

In the picture, the golden morning light shines on the ground.

The two special operations aircraft, like metal giants draped in the morning sun's armor, moved with a refreshing and efficient energy unique to morning exercise.

Yoko's energetic voice and Haruki's signature "Ooo!!" response, which could almost shake the dew off the ceiling, were clearly transmitted into the operations room through the external speaker.

There was no smoke of gunpowder, no oppressive crisis.