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

“There’s nothing wrong with respecting life,” she said softly, tapping her fingertips lightly on the workbench. “But this kindness comes at a price—who should bear it? Haruki-kun, this is a lesson every soldier must learn.”

Before Haruki or Yoko could respond, Rose lightly put one hand on each of their shoulders and pushed them toward the hangar door.

"Alright, alright, go take a break now that the battle's over!" she said, half-coaxing and half-laughing. "These two big guys—" she glanced at King G. Joe and Undym, "—still need me to give them a good check-up."

As she spoke, Jin Guqiao's indicator light flashed twice in agreement, as if to show his approval.

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The heavy iron door closed behind them, shutting out the armory's distinctive mixture of engine oil, metal, and residual energy.

With legs that felt like they were filled with lead, Yaohui returned to his residence almost entirely by muscle memory.

The cramped room felt like a cold cage, isolating him from the noise, but unable to shut out the turbulent waves churning within him.

He slumped heavily into the chair. The incandescent light cast a stark white glow, which, instead of bringing warmth, pinned his dejected shadow to the wall, distorted and lonely.

The sound of the explosion still seemed to echo deep in my ears, each reverberation intensifying the dull pain in my heart.

The image of the soaring fireball and the huge, charred hole beneath the thick smoke kept involuntarily appearing in his field of vision—the location of the blue core on the back of the Gorgione Lightning, which had been precisely pierced by the Pedanium particle cannon and was emitting a residual eerie light.

The dying look in Red King's eyes in the mine and the murky tears streaming down Gergio's face kept intertwining and entangled in his mind.

Yoko's rational words echoed clearly: "I will bear the guilt of harming lives myself..." Rose's gentle yet sharp question pierced even deeper: "Who will bear the price of this kindness?"

What is the meaning of protection? Is Zetasan's power merely to precisely create one charred void after another? Even if those voids are made of despair and tears?

“...Zeta-san…” Haruki murmured unconsciously, his voice hollow and terribly hoarse. He buried his face deeply in his trembling hands, as if that would allow him to escape the images of torture.

A familiar, bright light appeared beside him, and when he came to his senses, he found himself in the familiar universe of Zeta's House.

The stardust path beneath our feet still shimmered faintly, but this space, which should have been full of inspiring power, was filled with a heavy, oppressive silence. The air seemed to be thick with the dust of battle and lingering sorrow.

Zeta's enormous figure stood not far away.

His signature silver-blue radiance, usually shining like the Milky Way, appeared unusually dim at this moment, and even the ticking of the color timer had lost its usual vibrancy and fullness.

Anxiety, worry, concern, and a hint of bewilderment emanated from that massive body as if they were tangible, making the atmosphere, which was originally a spiritual home, suffocating.

Zeta leaned down slightly, "Haruki... are you alright? I can finally sense you! Your mental fluctuations just now... were completely blocked!"

“Zeta-san…” Haruki looked up and met those huge, luminous eyes. His emotions, which had been building up to their limit, burst out like a punctured balloon.

"I'm so sorry... Zeta-san! I... I completely messed up! At that crucial moment... I actually...!"

Chapter 112 (3K) Where did you come from? Is this still Japan?

Before Zeta could even offer a word of comfort, Haruki's voice suddenly rose, filled with a sob and intense self-reproach, "But I just can't help it!"

The jumbled images assaulted his mind once more: the blinding glint of a single, murky tear falling amidst the gunfire; the destructive light accumulating at the peak of the King Joe cannon's charge; and finally, the instant all the images were completely swallowed by the blinding explosion.

"That monster...it...it's crying! Zeta-san! Did you see it?! Just like...just like Red King who pushed himself to the brink to protect the egg! There's pain in their eyes!"

“Zeta-san…” Haruki’s voice trembled even more violently, filled with the deepest confusion. His gaze seemed to pierce through Zeta’s huge body and look into the infinite distance.

"What exactly are we protecting? Is this power of light... meant to... destroy those lives that are also suffering immense pain?"

"Even if their very existence has become a threat, is this really the only way to safeguard peace? Is this the answer?"

"Haruka—Haruka!" The massive body of light conveyed a strong yet inexpressible concern: "Haruka... I know you're suffering. That feeling... is awful, isn't it? I can feel your pain..."

Zeta paused for a moment, his diamond-like eyes shining with sincerity, as if he were trying to figure out how to comfort this young man from Earth whom he considered his most important partner:

“But… Haruki! Your heart is so tender, you feel so much pain for other lives… This isn’t a bad thing! Really! This isn’t weakness! This… this is precisely where you shine! You have a truly wonderful heart, Haruki!”

"Thank you... Zeta-san..."

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To celebrate the powerful combat capabilities of the new special operations aircraft successfully put into service, and also to dispel the fatigue and low spirits of the armory members who had been working overtime for days,

The two brilliant women, Yuka and Rose, hit it off immediately.

Using whatever materials were available, they set up a mini celebration on an unused vacant lot in the maintenance area. The area, usually surrounded by cold machinery, was now illuminated by a simple yet warm atmosphere.

Confetti hung down, several balloons floated gently, and a banner that read "Victory Celebration" was hung on the massive structure of King Joe Bridge.

A temporary dining table in the middle was particularly eye-catching, filled with top-quality food, thanks to the generous sponsorship of "rich woman" Rose. Grilled fish, sushi, and desserts were on display, and the aroma was irresistible.

Captain Hebikura leaned lazily against the table, casually picked up a piece of sushi and put it in his mouth, chewing slowly while looking around.

He raised his chin, saying with a hint of teasing, "If you guys make such a mess and Mr. Ye Hu gets angry later, I won't stand in your way."

When their gaze fell upon the banner, they couldn't help but chuckle: "We're not high school students participating in Koshien, you know~"

“Captain, don’t worry,” a maintenance crew member quickly interjected, his tone relaxed. “The squad leader is on paid leave today!” Another member chimed in, “Yeah, yeah, everyone, let’s have some fun!”

As soon as they finished speaking, their gazes turned sharply to the doorway, their smiles instantly froze, replaced by expressions of terror and shouts.

Everyone turned around at the sound and saw Mr. Ye Hu standing expressionlessly at the entrance. Yoko and Haruki immediately stood at attention as if by reflex, and Captain Hebikura also quickly put away his laziness and became solemn and respectful.

Caught red-handed, Yuka smiled sheepishly and shrank behind Rose's white lab coat. Rose, however, remained unfazed, flashing a cheerful smile and naturally extending her hand: "Oh~ some top-quality caviar, want to try some? Guaranteed fresh!"

Mr. Ye Hu calmly stepped forward, carrying a tuna about shoulder-high, its flesh glistening.

He held up his prize with a hearty laugh, his voice carrying the characteristic pride of a fisherman: "How can the grand finale of the celebration be complete without this? Enjoy! I caught this myself!"

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The crowd gathered around, watching as the enormous tuna, with Mr. Ye Hu's superb knife skills and Captain Hebikura's assistance, was quickly sliced ​​into perfectly even thin slices, which were then layered on top of the vermicelli and rice at the bottom.

The enticing aroma ignited the atmosphere, and the team members burst into excited cheers, eagerly grabbing their bowls and chopsticks to feast.

At this joyous moment of gathering, Captain Hebikura, who was also holding chopsticks, suddenly stopped.

A barely perceptible unease flickered across his face. He quickly made up an excuse and turned to leave, his figure soon disappearing into the bustling crowd.

This tiny anomaly did not escape Rose's notice.

She raised an eyebrow with a hint of sensitivity, and her fingers moved quickly across the empty air in front of her. Instantly, a virtual control panel, invisible to others, unfolded before her eyes.

Her attention was immediately drawn to the surveillance footage of the armory gate displayed on the panel: in the footage, a figure with stiff steps and strange movements like a puppet was standing motionless outside the gate.

Serebolo? Rose's mind went on high alert.

When the surveillance footage clearly captured the other party raising their hand and violently hurling the two strange stones emitting eerie red and blue light towards the celebration site,

A strong sense of crisis instantly tensed Rose's nerves. Acting purely on instinct, her fingertip flashed across the air—

A layer of extremely thin, transparent electromagnetic waves, like a flowing curtain of water, silently emerged and rapidly spread out.

Like a giant bowl turned upside down, it instantly enveloped the entire building and the people immersed in joy!

The enormous and bizarre meteorite monster was like a heavy sponge or soft stone. After it came into contact with the water curtain electromagnetic barrier, it was bounced off with a "plop" and rolled onto the open ground not far away.

It made no further attacking moves, but simply lay there quietly, its strange shape resembling a piece of discarded cosmic junk.

But this brief contact had already released invisible fluctuations. Inside the building protected by the transparent shield, space quietly began to twist and fold silently, in a way that was unsettling.

The celebratory atmosphere is being quietly stripped away from the rules of reality by a strange force.

The team members, who were playing cards together, suddenly felt their bodies become lighter, as if they had broken free from the constraints of gravity, and floated up slowly as if weightless, with the cards in their hands scattering and floating away.

Meanwhile, Yoko and Haruki, who were preparing to pilot their special air force aircraft to fight, also encountered a bizarre predicament.

Yoko tries to get to the hangar via the spiral staircase, but gets stuck in an unsolvable loop. Every step she takes seems to take her back to the starting point, and she can never reach her destination.

The situation on Yaohui's side was equally bizarre: the moment his toes touched the elevator steps, he found himself sitting back in his original seat.

Looking down, I saw that the bowl of rice in my hand, which I had clearly finished eating, had reappeared, and was now full.

The time he was in and the surrounding scenery were also forcibly reset to the moment before the monster appeared.

The white light bestowed by the "World Consciousness Boss," imperceptible to others, made Rose completely immune to the effects of the surrounding spatial distortion.

Her expression was focused and full of curiosity, her fingertips dancing rapidly in the air, pulling out several virtual pages flashing with data.

"Wow! This is really interesting!" A hint of excitement lingered in her voice. "The spatial parameters of this area have been completely disrupted... What a peculiar construction! The operating mechanism of this monster is truly rare!"

In the background, Haruki's confused and anxious shouts ("What on earth is going on?!") were completely ignored by her, as she was completely absorbed in analyzing the spatial anomaly.

Fortunately, Yuka, the genius girl and physics expert of the armory, successfully deciphered the mystery: willpower! As long as the will is strong and firm enough, it can temporarily resist the chaotic spatial rules and reach the place one desires.

Haruki and Yoko broke free from their restraints using this power, and Rose, having finished her analysis, closed her analysis interface with satisfaction.

"The derivation process was brilliant~" She gave Yuka an approving smile. "As expected of you, Yuka!" The girl's proud laughter and shyness at being praised could be faintly heard.

With great interest, Rose slowly walked towards the armory entrance. "Let me experience it for myself," she said, her icy blue eyes sparkling. "Where will I be sent?"

She was certain she would end up next to the Bruton Monster—after all, all she could think about right now was how to study and capture this strange creature.

However, just as her shoe tip was about to step out of the door frame, a flash of white light suddenly appeared!

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When the white light faded, the anticipated scene of Bruton's monster being within arm's reach did not occur.

The air that rushed towards me carried a cool yet familiar, delicate fragrance—a scent unique to the depths of the palace gardens, a blend of precious plants and ancient stone.

The floor beneath their feet was not the concrete ground outside the armory, but a cool, polished, smooth marble floor covered with an intricately patterned, solemnly colored royal carpet.

Rose, or rather, Halonia, who was wearing a research lab coat at the moment, stood frozen in place.

Looking around, one is greeted by a magnificent Gothic dome, with huge stained-glass windows filtering the afternoon sunlight and casting colorful yet solemn light and shadow.

This is the central hall of the Royal Palace of Britannia!

Ice-blue eyes narrowed sharply. Even with the protection of the "World Consciousness Boss" and experience in analyzing spatial anomalies, this sudden turn of events was completely beyond her expectations.

"Huh?! Wait, wait a minute!" she exclaimed instinctively, her voice echoing briefly in the empty, silent hall.

I'm getting love-struck, hehe.

Chapter 113 (3K) Eek! It smells like a battleground!!

Her fingertips moved unconsciously in the air, habitually trying to bring up a virtual screen to analyze the parameters of this bizarre space jump. But her movements froze the next second.

A personal emotion, far heavier and deeper than data analysis, instantly overwhelmed reason like a tidal wave.

This place—is by no means unfamiliar to her. The land beneath her feet bears the deep imprint of another "her," the one known as "Yao Lan."

Here, "Yao Lan" had woven too many complex and indistinguishable emotions with the immortal witch CC, and with the royal jewel before her—Euphemisma Li Britannia.

Those emotions that I thought had been carefully sealed away with the change of identity and the changing world were now being violently awakened as I stepped into this land steeped in the past.

A long-lost, almost forgotten longing, mixed with an indescribable unease, quietly crept into my heart.

"What a joke?" Rose's voice was low, tinged with a rare bewilderment.

Her icy blue eyes swept over the magnificent yet cold palace halls before her, and every familiar yet unsettling detail made her heart pound uncontrollably in her chest.

"The coordinates are clearly locked to Bruton, so why is the endpoint of the spatial transfer here at this point in time?"

It wasn't that she didn't want to come back, but being caught completely off guard in this incongruous white research lab coat, standing in the center of the hall like a ghost who had stumbled into an old dream, she was instantly overwhelmed by a huge sense of unfamiliarity and helplessness.

A clear, gentle voice, tinged with curiosity, rang out from one side of the spacious hall: "Eh? Who are you? I don't think I've seen you before. Are you the new researcher that Your Majesty hired?"

Rose's back straightened instantly, and her icy blue pupils locked onto the source of the sound.

A few steps away, a pink-haired girl in an exquisite court dress stood there, her pure temperament like a white rose.

Purple eyes, filled with unguarded friendliness and suspicion, scrutinized this strangely dressed visitor who had suddenly appeared in the heart of the palace.

Euphemia Li Britannia!

The name struck Rose like a muffled thunderclap, exploding heavily in her heart.

In the recent "Other Life" episode, she, known as "Yao Lan," exchanged intimate whispers and tender touches with this young girl, sharing unspoken feelings.

That time seemed like yesterday, yet it felt as distant as another world due to the change of identities. She almost held her breath.

Euphemia clearly did not recognize that the scientist in the white coat was the once mysterious "Fairy Knight".

She simply looked at Rose's striking uniform and the lingering shock and stiffness on her face, and naturally came to the conclusion that best suited her simple understanding: "Hmm, this outfit, and that glowing transparent panel next to you... you must be a very impressive scientist, right?"

Yuffie tilted her head slightly and asked softly, "Did my brother invite you to research the defense system? Or is it some other secret project?"

Those purple eyes were filled with pure curiosity, completely unaware of the complex emotional storm churning within the other person's heart.

"I feel like there's a slightly familiar feeling about this place..." Yuffie added softly, almost as if she were talking to herself.