What?! My anime figurines have all come true!

"will not."

"That's good……"

Only after receiving a positive response did the superhuman soldier dare to go up and move the superhero, remove the small recorder from his suit, and then lead the team out of the forest, uploading the video data to the company headquarters.

This brought a smile to the faces of the senior executives in the company's conference room, but their expressions changed after seeing the footage from the recorder.

“…NFF Corporation? Damn it! It’s that woman, Koyanskaya!”

Upon seeing Kyoka Hamae and the others suddenly appear on screen, and after Izumo Tenka used her spatial tearing ability to eliminate her soldiers and reveal their identities, the operations manager among the company's senior executives angrily slammed his fist on the table.

Since the emergence of the NFF Corporation, a large number of superhumans who were eliminated or secretly plotted to become 'villains' by them have been bewitched by that cunning and treacherous pink-haired woman and turned into pawns of the NFF Corporation!

Even if they send their comrades-in-arms to persuade them, it will be useless. Instead, it will be like throwing good money after bad, causing the persuaders to betray them as well!

This made it impossible for them to be 'civilized'.

As for the use of force?

In any case, the assassins sent out to kill Koyanskaya, whether mortals or superhumans, were either riddled with bullets or accused of treason by the enemy with just a few words.

As a result, the company's senior management believed that her superpower was a kind of mental manipulation, and they dared not confront her directly.

When they saw the superheroes on screen fight Bazett, be defeated by the reversed cause and effect of the Reverse Light Sword, and then be 'knocked unconscious' by Suruga Suzu's punch, they were stunned.

Everyone's expression was extremely solemn.

"As expected, the NFF company really is backed by 'that world'!"

Previously, only Koyanskaya was active, so they couldn't be completely sure. But now, the internal members they sent out are all supermodel monsters. Some can manipulate space, some can grow to a perfect gigantic size, and some can fight superheroes hand-to-hand and use 'artifacts' from Celtic mythology to reverse cause and effect.

This makes it a certainty that NFF has a connection to 'that world'!

This also explains why Koyanskaya's bizarre and seductive abilities could make so many people willingly join the NFF Corporation.

Skaia, the Light of the Rising Sun: I didn't use any bewitching abilities~ Everyone joined us voluntarily.

"What about the Black Queen? Where was she taken?"

"Where she goes is no longer important. Half a day is more than enough time for the NFF to send the Black Queen out of the Federation."

that's the truth.

At this moment, the Black Queen—André Toy de Ray—is already on a passenger plane bound for France.

Chapter 266 Gilles de Rae's Legacy

On the airplane.

The Black Queen closed her eyes briefly, and only breathed a sigh of relief when the plane left the Federation's territory.

She had expected to encounter assassins and supervillains from the Hohenheim Corporation on the way, staging an extraordinary version of 'Fast and Furious,' and finally boarding the plane in a disheveled state after breaking through layers of encirclement.

Nothing happened on the way.

Just like how the Hohenheim company didn't know she had run away.

"If this were the old Poker Organization, I would have been ambushed by a high-ranking officer shortly after leaving the forest. That officer would have been at least a J-rank!"

The Black Queen sighed inwardly.

The weakness at the grassroots level of this federation has even affected giant corporations like Hohenheim, not to mention other organizations.

Even so, the federal leadership still shouts "we've won" every day.

The only problem is with NFF. After confirming that the other party is related to 'that world,' the poker organization and they can no longer be considered without conflict.

Because of the previous conflict in Egypt, the Red Queen had clashed with them, and even though there were no casualties on the other side, the feud was still established.

Red Queen: What about me?

Black Queen: ... (looks away)

Of course, this is thinking in the worst-case scenario.

Considering the numerous forces within 'that world', and the fact that only 'that person' has the power to mobilize them, the hatred between the Poker Organization and the Hero Squad may not necessarily extend to the NFF Corporation.

I'm relatively safe... I guess?

"I hope I'm overthinking it."

With these thoughts in mind, the Black Queen slowly drifted off to sleep.

However, her consciousness did not enter a state of dormancy. Instead, it seemed to be pulled by some force, falling continuously downwards, as if the plane she was on had crashed.

Fortunately, the sudden feeling of weightlessness did not last long, and my feet soon landed on the ground, and my vision gradually cleared from the pitch black.

Where am I?

The Black Queen looked around and found herself in a gray forest, everything was so gray and white, as if lifeless.

Is this the underworld?

The Black Queen couldn't help but think that she had been branded by the gods of the underworld of two different places, but this was clearly neither the Egyptian underworld nor the hell of China.

"Wait, my hands...and my body..."

After observing her surroundings, the Black Queen looked at her own hands, a look of astonishment on her face.

Those weren't aged hands from years of practicing dark magic, but rather hands like those of a sixteen-year-old girl. If she hadn't been so deeply involved in studying dark magic that her body was corrupted and unable to rejuvenate, she probably would have had such delicate hands too.

Not only that, my body also felt like it had returned to its youthful state, becoming light and energetic.

So I was just dreaming?

Or was it a prophetic dream?

Thinking this, the Black Queen tried to use magic, only to find that she couldn't summon any magic power at all, as if she had really returned to her youth before she started learning black magic.

'It seems I have no choice but to follow this path and see what awaits me at the end.'

After standing there studying it for a while and finding that she couldn't figure it out, the Black Queen had no choice but to walk along the path not far away.

Soon, an ancient manor came into view.

However, she didn't recognize it and could only vaguely tell that the manor was at least two or three hundred years old.

Upon entering the hall, the luxurious decor made her think it was a royal estate, and in the center of the staircases on both sides leading to the second floor, there was a portrait hanging.

It was a handsome man with a melancholy expression, holding a cross-shaped sword and praying. On his left and right sides, angels and demons whispered to him, and his clothes were divided by the angels and demons into a radiant knight's armor and a dark robe.

“...Gil de Rae?”

The Black Queen stepped forward and was surprised to find that it was actually a portrait of her ancestor. She didn't know if it was real or not, because this ancestor was so infamous that no portrait of him had survived.

Therefore, she didn't know whether the painting was real or fake.

if it is real……

That means that this manor, which I have never seen before, is very likely a treasure/legacy buried by that ancestor in the bloodline of his descendants!

"I never expected to receive such a gift so soon after leaving the Federation..."

The Black Queen subconsciously licked her lips.

No, we can't be too happy yet!

The legends passed down from his ancestors in history are not as advanced as his current achievements in black magic, so this manor in the dream may not be able to help him.

With this in mind, the Black Queen decided to visit the manor's library to look at the knowledge left to her by her ancestors.

During her exploration, she unexpectedly discovered a wooden door that was different from the surroundings. When she gently pushed it open, she found a white-haired boy dressed as an alchemist with a hood sitting behind an alchemy table, surrounded by a dazzling array of alchemy materials and books.

"Welcome to ~Plelatti's Alchemy Workshop. My name is François Plelatti! Nice to meet you, descendant of Gilles."

The stunningly beautiful white-haired youth slowly lifted his hood, revealing a chilling madness hidden within his seemingly calm, silver-gray eyes.

François Plelatti!

As a descendant of Gilles de Rais, how could the Black Queen not know the dark sorcerer in history who caused her ancestor to fall into the dark path?

"You really are... that François Plelatti! The black sorcerer who led our ancestor down the path of evil?"

The Black Queen stepped on a landmine the moment she opened her mouth.

"..."

François's expression instantly turned cold.

The next moment, the surrounding environment suddenly changed. The originally dimly lit room instantly became a space like a red lotus hell. The Black Queen was grabbed by countless charred hands in the purgatory and was unable to move for a moment!

"This, this is!"

The Black Queen was terrified.

“To correct one point… the madness that Gil harbors because of his hatred of God is something that belongs only to Gil himself.”

François walked up to her through the purgatory and explained solemnly.

"It's more accurate to say that I was lured by that madness and became his ally, until in the end we both 'fell' together."

"So if anyone says that Jill became like that because of my instigation, that is an insult to the madness that Jill has reached!"

“I will never forgive you… even if you are a descendant of Jill!”

As she spoke the last sentence, those charred hands nearly covered the Black Queen's entire body, as if trying to drag her into hell.

"I know! I know!"

Perhaps because her body had become younger, the Black Queen was now begging for mercy with tears and snot streaming down her face, looking very easy to bully.

"Humph……"

Seeing this, François also dispelled the illusion, and the surrounding Crimson Lotus Purgatory and charred arms disappeared.

The Black Queen then knelt down with a sigh of relief.

Chapter 267 The Omnipotent Wishing Machine

The Black Queen claimed to believe François, but what she truly thought was another matter entirely. As a black sorceress, she knew all too well that one could not trust a word spoken by one's peers, let alone that infamous François Plelatti.

However, when you're under someone's roof, you have no choice but to bow your head.

She dared not gamble that if she died in her dream, her physical body in reality would also die. Just now, the Crimson Purgatory that François had summoned, and the charred hand that stretched out from the purgatory, were incredibly real, both in terms of the high temperature that made her scald and cry and the feel of the hand.

"Since you've come to this dream world, it means you've encountered difficulties in reality. Tell me, descendant of Gil, perhaps I can help you."

François's expression returned to its usual nonchalant one, as if the incident of threatening the Black Queen out of anger had never happened.

However, the more he laughed and joked, the more wary the Black Queen became.

These kinds of people are the hardest to fathom. One moment they might be chatting and laughing with you, and the next they might be pulling a knife and stabbing you in the back.

The Black Queen is simply judging others by her own petty standards.

Princess Yokohime is just a fun-loving person who deeply loves humanity. As for how she expresses that love, don't worry about it. Anyway, if something could spiral out of control and destroy humanity, she'd definitely be the first to rush to the rescue. (Here I have to tag @FaXiaodi again.)

"Can they really help with everything?"

Perhaps because of the 'life-or-death threat' just now, even though she tried to suppress her emotions, the Black Queen's tone was still somewhat aggressive.

"Of course! Whether you want to gain more forbidden knowledge, rule a country, or even acquire endless wealth, I can help you!"

François was completely unconcerned about the Black Queen's attitude, as if he wouldn't get angry unless the topic of Gilles's 'depravity' was brought up. He promoted his 'services' to the Black Queen like a court jester.

'If you truly possess such ability, why were you judged alongside my ancestors in history?'

The Black Queen inwardly scoffed at François's words, but since she was still unsure of what other sensitive points he might have, she refrained from speaking out in mockery.

Instead, she extended her young, delicate hands, showing him the back of her hands without any marks, in order to test whether François could notice the divine mark on his hands.

"Wow! That's incredible! Descendant of Jill! You've accomplished something Jill couldn't even do in her lifetime! You've actually provoked two gods in one go! Oh dear... you should have said so earlier! I was even doubting your abilities, but I never expected you to... Kukuku! If Jill knew about your feat, she would be very happy! Although it wasn't the god Jill once worshipped..."

François's expression immediately became as excited as Columbus discovering a new continent. He jumped up and down on the spot, and the surrounding space changed with his mood. One moment it was an endless sea of ​​flowers, and the next it was a grassland with a clear blue sky. It was only when his mood calmed down that it returned to the original appearance of the alchemy workshop.

"Well……"

The series of spatial shifts left the Black Queen dazzled, making it difficult for her to distinguish whether it was an illusion or if François truly possessed the ability to manipulate space. However, considering that this was a dream and not the real world, it shouldn't be too difficult for him to perform such a 'trick' using magic.

"Please forgive my attitude earlier. I never expected Jill to have such an outstanding descendant as you... Ah! Let me continue our previous topic. You must have come here to remove the curse, right?"