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

As soon as she finished speaking, under the slightly stunned gazes of Zeta and Haruki, Rose's figure began to become transparent, with pale golden particles of light emanating from the edges of her outline.

"From now on, the story of this blue star," her voice, like a final word, drifted away on the wind, "is up to you to write. Good luck."

As soon as she finished speaking, under the stunned gazes of Zeta and Haruki, the woman's figure completely transformed into countless shimmering particles of light, gently dissipating in the high sky like cosmic dust, leaving no trace.

“Rose…Doctor?” Haruki was still a little taken aback. “She…praised us…” Zeta’s voice was filled with disbelief, emotion, and a hint of shyness, “She said we…passed…”

The immense sense of satisfaction and the joy of having their protective will proven temporarily dispelled their fatigue, and the two of them chuckled foolishly in the cold wind high in the sky.

Inside the armory laboratory, accompanied by a faint sound of particles converging, Rose's true form appeared in front of the experimental table.

The armory's highest-grade biological sample cryogenic chamber emitted a heavy, clear "click" as it locked. The ultra-low temperature fog quickly condensed on the observation window, slightly distorting the view inside.

At the center of the layers of energy confinement devices is the "Cerebolo specimen," which is sealed tightly.

She tapped the virtual panel a few times, and a detailed handover report was automatically encrypted and sent to the Jiehua terminal—the last line prominently displaying the familiar "Mental Protection Device - Highest Level" warning.

The mission was successfully completed.

The "To-Do List" has been completely cleared. At the Armory Base, even the last trace of "Dr. Rose's" existence has been erased.

She raised her hand, her fingertips casually brushing against the translucent El crystal on her right earlobe. The cool crystal resonated subtly with her, a fleeting glimmer of pale blue starlight flashing across its surface.

The next moment, every particle that made up this temporary body began to disintegrate, violating the law of conservation of mass and energy. They transformed into soft, pale golden particles of light and vanished silently.

There was no earth-shattering scene, as if a magnificent but invisible costume had been removed. In just a few breaths, the laboratory was completely empty.

Only a faint, delicate scent of lily of the valley remained in the air, along with the quietly operating refrigeration unit that held the extraterrestrial visitor in its frozen state.

Chapter 149 The Uninvited Stylish Woman

——System Space——

The light particles that make up Rose's body flow like a starry river, quietly gathering and reshaping in her exclusive, tranquil realm.

The light gradually faded, finally revealing Halonia's true form—long, dark hair flowing smoothly down her back, the capable aura of "Mechanic Rose" completely gone.

At the same time, the appearance of "Soybean Ball" was restored to the initial state of the system - a standard communicator with rounded lines and a soft glow.

The system orb almost impatiently flashed in front of Halunia, its entire body shimmering with multicolored light, like an excitedly beating electrocardiogram:

"Thank you for your hard work, Lady Halonia!"

Its electronic voice rose an octave higher than usual, revealing an undisguised elation: "A+ level field mission: Earth Armory Special Aircraft Project Collaborative Support and Core Sample (Cerebolo) Capture Plan, successfully completed! Final evaluation: Impeccable!"

The orb of light, like an energetic little sprite, circled Halunia at high speed, as if putting on an impromptu electronic fireworks show. It rapidly recounted its abundant harvest:

"Core energy reserves exceeded target! Overflow alert lifted! Universal credit points account balance hits record high! Special mission aircraft core technology data compression and packaging successful!"

"The Ultraman Zeta Multi-Form Light Particle Sample Database has also been encrypted and archived in the highest priority location, with access only granted to you! Bonus rewards: Greiza Fragment Analysis Report, Negative Mass Dust Application Notes..."

"Okay, I understand." Halunia waved her hand, gently interrupting the system's incessant barrage of good news.

Almost instinctively, she leaned back, surrendering herself completely to the comfortable sofa that the system beneath her instantly created, conforming to the curves of her body.

"Mmm..." A long, almost satisfied sigh escaped from her lips, as if the last trace of tension in her limbs had been completely absorbed by this soft, languid support.

Like a cat that has finally found the best place to rest, she sank deeper into the sofa, her long legs casually resting on the armrests, her toes unconsciously swaying gently with the lingering pleasure.

The success of the mission is certainly gratifying, and the numbers in the account are pleasing to the eye, but at this moment, the complete relaxation and sense of security that this sofa brings to both body and mind is the best reward for a weary traveler.

The system's light sphere wisely dimmed its radiance, becoming soft and docile, and floated to hover above the sofa armrest.

“Then, Lady Halonia,” its voice softened, “would you like me to select some… um… long-term observation missions that are scenic, have abundant food, and… have manageable risks? Or…”

It paused expectantly for a moment, then said, "A new journey is about to begin, and your energy reserves are currently very high. Why not try a ten-pull to expand your card collection?"

"No." Halunia raised her fingertip and tapped lightly, revealing a mission interface that glowed faintly before her eyes. Immersing oneself in comfort is wonderful, but indulging in it will only dull one's sharpness.

A line of commission titles marked "Saving the World" difficulty and highlighted in red immediately caught her eye.

The system orb followed her gaze, and the beady light flickered rapidly, mimicking a gasp: "Are we... are we going to face off against Izanami, the creator goddess of Japanese mythology? The danger level of this mission..."

A hint of belligerent smile crept onto Halonia's lips: "Isn't this... quite challenging?" She lightly tapped her fingertip on the client's name field—"Izanagi".

As if sensed by some unseen force, the summoning pool, which had been quietly floating in the corner, poised to unleash its power, suddenly emitted an unusually warm and gentle pure white light without warning.

The light was not dazzling, but it carried an indescribable vitality, instantly dispelling the constant dim light tone of the system space, like a warm spring spreading in the void.

The system light sphere, which had just been immersed in the energy report data stream, suddenly froze, its beady eyes widening into dots in shock.

Harunia, who was slumped on the sofa, subconsciously straightened up a little, a hint of surprise flashing in her weary crimson eyes—the gacha pool activated on its own? The command hadn't been issued!

Before the man and the ball could even figure out what was going on, an even stranger scene unfolded.

A card emerged from the pool so lightly and on its own—yes, not summoned, but as if it had heard a silent invitation and voluntarily broken free from the constraints of the card pool!

Like a bird driven by curiosity, it first hovered gracefully above the vortex for a moment, as if discerning direction and scent.

Instead of sprinting in a straight line with a clear goal, it circled around Halonia and the newly formed sofa beneath her with a rhythm imbued with a strong sense of exploration.

On its first lap, it glided low over the sofa armrest, the transparent card brushing against Halunia's elbow casually resting on the edge, bringing a strange, slightly cool tactile sensation.

The system's light sphere silently tracked it with tense rays, while garbled characters flashed on the screen: "Command not triggered! Auto-activation mode?!"

On its second lap, it gracefully turned above Halunia's flowing hair, its scrutinizing silver-gray eyes projecting a gaze that seemed to penetrate and scan the entire environment, even through the card's surface.

In the third lap, the card seemed to have completed its initial exploration. It no longer swayed around like it was exploring a mystery, but instead hovered quietly in the void directly in front of Halunia with a sense of composure after confirming its identity, waiting for a response.

The image on the card was clearly presented to Halunia and the system orb.

That was a young girl.

Her neatly trimmed gray bangs resembled a retro "bowl cut." She wore a classic black and gray school uniform with a bright, almost garish yellow bow tie, and two heavy braids hung down her shoulders.

The skirt's length was precise, the pleats crisp and defined, and the stockings' placement strictly adhered to a certain stereotypical rule. Every outward feature resembled a dull and obedient model student straight out of an old textbook.

They're the kind of people who blend into a crowd and are instantly swallowed up by a sea of ​​similar uniforms, never attracting any extra attention.

But beneath those unassuming black-rimmed glasses were a pair of calm and sharp silver-gray eyes, like surgical blades, capable of easily dissecting all appearances.

This unique sharpness contrasts sharply with her overall fashionable and stylish aura. Her inner and outer "trendyness" cannot be concealed by any dowdy exterior.

Below the girl's card, the signature of "Yuko Narukami" is written in a bold and unrestrained style, like the finishing touch on a painting, silently declaring that this card carries the soul of an ordinary high school girl.

Chapter 150 (4K) First Encounter with the Young Goddess

Consciousness churned in a chaotic quagmire, and the senses, like rusty parts, slowly and gradually restarted.

The first sensation to awaken was touch. An unexpected, soft, and warm feeling of support steadily cradled the back of her head and neck.

Then, my sense of smell began to awaken. A refreshing, invigorating scent pierced through the lingering haze, like the morning light on an empty mountain after a rain. It was mixed with a clean, sweet fragrance, like the scent of fresh grass and trees warmed by the sun, so pure that it contained no impurities.

This unfamiliar comfort clashed strangely with the intense discomfort within her body. With difficulty, like breaking free from a cocoon, Yuko tried to pry open her incredibly heavy eyelids.

The light and shadow were blurred. At first, the view was a hazy blur, with only mottled and swaying patches of color. Gradually, these scattered fragments gathered and coalesced, outlining a clear contour.

What came into view was not the cold floor tiles or data space I had expected, but a pair of eyes.

A pair of eyes...so beautiful they seemed otherworldly.

They weren't ordinary gold, but rather like amber that had absorbed the purest sunlight, clear and translucent. They were brimming with genuine and gentle...concern? Like a hot spring, quietly reflecting Yuko's contorted, pained face.

Yuko's consciousness went blank for a moment, as if it had short-circuited.

A few seconds later, a belated wave of embarrassment swept over her—she realized she was...resting on someone else's...lap? This unprecedented intimacy instantly jolted her out of her daze!

"Ugh... Ugh..." Her throat instinctively wanted to scream, but due to weakness and extreme embarrassment, it was compressed into a suppressed cry of pain and a muffled groan, which escaped from her lips in a sorry state.

As if burned by a hot iron, Yuko struggled violently, trying to get up from this extremely awkward situation. The sudden violent movement aggravated the still lingering severe headache and the lingering dizziness, and her vision went black; she almost collapsed again.

"Oh dear, you can't move around like that." A clear and melodious voice, like that of a young girl, rang out just in time, carrying a hint of disapproval and reproach.

Immediately afterwards, a soft, warm hand gently covered her forehead, which was tense from embarrassment and exertion. The touch was slightly cool, yet contained an incredible warmth.

The next second, a soft golden light slowly shone from the palm of his hand. This light was not dazzling, but rather as warm as the winter sun, seeping into the skin in strands.

The nauseating dizziness and vomiting that had been lingering in her senses were soothed and dispelled by a peaceful yet powerful force. An unprecedented sense of refreshment, like a gurgling spring, flowed through every corner of her body.

Like a weary traveler who has finally unloaded a heavy burden he has carried for so long.

Yuko let out a long breath, feeling that she had finally regained control of her body. Although the heavy fatigue was still there, the deadly torment had miraculously disappeared.

As if possessed, she subconsciously raised her still somewhat heavy arm, her fingertips trembling slightly as she reached out to the hand that had just performed the miracle, wanting to touch the source of that divine light.

However, before the fingertips could even touch, the soft wrist had already gracefully withdrawn. The blonde girl also pulled her forward-leaning upper body back, her posture returning to its dignified and graceful state.

The purple skirt billowed out like clouds, with faint, scattered gold patterns flowing across it, as if the delicate golden sunlight had been meticulously woven into the fabric's texture with divine skill.

Her fair, jade-like bare feet curled naturally on the cool, damp, and equally supple, clean, green moss, creating a strange sense of harmony, as if she herself were the very essence born from this verdant earth.

Her exquisite face seemed to embody the purest radiance of heaven and earth, her features flawlessly refined, and her long hair, flowing with a molten gold luster, cascaded casually over her shoulders, as if containing the essence of the sun.

"Are you feeling better?" The other person tilted their head and leaned closer, the gold ornaments in their hair jingling softly. Their movements were as lively as a fawn peeking out from the forest, yet their eyes held a divine depth as vast as the starry sea.

Yuko Narukami nodded solemnly, her voice filled with heartfelt gratitude and deep reverence: "I am truly... so very grateful for your help. My name is Yuko Narukami. May I ask your... honorable name?"

"Name?" The girl's golden eyes widened slightly, as if this was an extremely novel topic, and the corners of her lips curved into a cute arc.

She tiptoed like a child, lightly approaching Yuko, her warm breath, carrying the fresh scent of grass and trees, almost brushing against Yuko's ear.

Her voice was soft and gentle, as if sharing a secret only her closest confidant could know: "It's Amaterasu! It's a name she was born with not long ago!"

“Amaterasu?!” The name resonated like an ancient bell in Yuko Narukami’s heart.

Even though, once she fully regained consciousness and sensed the vast and powerful force and the incredible presence before her, she tried her best to push the other party's identity as far away as the horizon of her imagination.

When the name "Amaterasu," a name that symbolizes supreme power and radiant light in mythology, was uttered so casually, the impact still left Yuko's mind completely blank.

The supreme goddess, the pinnacle of the Japanese pantheon, the core of all faith, and the symbol of the sun's authority, actually... appeared before her so vividly, with a touch of girlish charm!

She subconsciously took another closer look at the other person, at their dazzling golden hair, brighter than the midday sun, and their golden eyes, clear and pure like amber, that seemed to see through all illusions.

And then there's that gentle, reserved yet vast, ocean-like presence, a strange sense of being that seems to breathe and rhythm with every gesture... This is the gentle, warm, barefoot goddess girl standing before me in the bamboo forest...

Indeed—only the magnificent name "Amaterasu" can perfectly match it! That warm and vast divine power, that natural compassion and inclusiveness towards life, isn't it the best interpretation of the great sun deity who "illuminates the Takamagahara and bestows life and light upon all things in the world"?

As if sensing the overwhelming shock raging within her, Amaterasu playfully tapped her fingertips against her lips: "Don't be so surprised." With that movement, her wide sleeves slid down a little, revealing a section of her fair wrist.

"I'm also learning to be a god," she said honestly, with a touch of childishness.

Her golden eyes followed her gaze, and the entire deep bamboo forest rustled softly in response, as if echoing her new, vibrant, yet yet to be mastered divine authority.

"But you..." Her tone suddenly changed, and with pure curiosity, she lightly circled Yuko halfway around, her skirt swirling in a small arc, the golden bells in her hair jingling, her gaze as if searching for some rare treasure.

"She carries a very special aura... like a traveler traversing dreams and starry rivers, or... um..." Her golden eyes flickered slightly, and an innocent smile, like someone who had discovered a new toy, appeared on her face. "A fragment of a star, carelessly shaken off by fate from the dark and cold back of the moon?"

"I..." Yuko opened her mouth, but her throat felt as if it were bound by invisible threads. Her mission was to stop the mad goddess of the end, the mother goddess Izanami, from destroying the world.

But at this point in time, to what extent have the waves of creation spread? Has the decisive battle between those two great creator gods—a battle of life and death, light and darkness, order and destruction—already erupted?

What does Takamagahara look like now? What era is the human world in now? Is it a chaotic world engulfed in war, or a nascent, nascent wilderness?

She was new to the place and knew almost nothing about the true nature of this era, like a blind person whose eyes were covered by a heavy curtain.

More importantly, although she possesses the memories and power of Yuuko Narukami's alter ego, in this mythological era where true deities manifest and power levels are unfathomable, every step she takes is like walking on thin ice, requiring her to be extremely cautious.

"Hmm... It's okay if you don't tell me. After all, it's Little Star's secret." A hint of confusion flashed in Amaterasu's golden eyes, but it was quickly replaced by an almost pure and innocent smile.

Her smile was warm and inclusive, carrying the natural forgiveness of a deity for tiny creatures, as she reached out her hand to Yuuko once more.

Those golden eyes, imbued with a divine depth yet pure and clear as a newborn's, were fixed on Yuuko, inviting her with a pure curiosity and an unadulterated enthusiasm.

“I am currently…” Amaterasu carefully chose her words, “…touring this newly born land.” Her voice carried a strange rhythm, and her enunciation seemed to evoke a slight tremor and resonance in the surrounding bamboo leaves, like an invisible chord.

"Every dawn before the morning dew has dried, I watch how the tender buds gather strength to break through the dark soil; every time the wind rustles through the treetops, I can catch the subtle yet joyful pulse of life between the veins of the leaves..."

Her tone carried a sense of novelty in observing creation, a touch of responsibility belonging to the supreme deity, and the excitement and exploratory desire of a "beginner."

“This is the first world I’ve created,” she emphasized, her eyes bright. “It’s beautiful, very… well, vibrant, isn’t it? Although it’s still very, very young, like a toddler just learning to walk.”

She tilted her head slightly. "Many parts are still rough; they need to be slowly sculpted, adjusted, and given more... vitality and order..."

Before Yuko could even process the words of response to this divine yet childlike statement, and before her body had fully recovered from the previous weakness and shock, Amaterasu had already taken a step forward.

That hand, with an undeniable and unquestionable strength, accurately and firmly grasped Yuko's slightly stiff and cold wrist.

"Come on! Lost exotic herb!" Amaterasu seemed to have completed an interesting ritual, cheerfully bestowing upon her a temporary and poetic name.

“Let me show you this world! Show you... the landscapes I’m learning to create!” Her voice rose, filled with enthusiasm. “This will be the beginning of a journey that mortals can’t even imagine!”