Winter Executor, starting with a system of wronged individuals.

Chapter 042 The Meeting to Seize the Authority of the Gods

Quiet.

It was so quiet that the only sound was the echo of the wind and snow.

Sandone and Su Ming arrived at the Coffin Ice Palace together. The empty corridor was so quiet that only the sound of their footsteps could be heard, and it was almost eerily silent.

"No, you should at least lead the way," Su Ming looked at Sandone beside him and asked a probing question. He was the new executor, after all.

"I rarely come to the Ice Palace."

Sandoni glared at Su Ming with righteous indignation, "But you, you can't even find the main hall for meetings, what a disgrace to the executives!"

Su Ming was speechless. Sandone was indeed a genius, but she was also an ultimate homebody. All she did every day was research machinery in the workshop.

Fortunately, there weren't many doors on either side of the corridor, and they could roughly guess that the door at the end was their target. After that, the Winter Queen would convene a meeting to discuss seizing the power of the gods.

This means that the plan to seize the Heart of God is about to be officially launched, and wars will be waged against the six kingdoms almost simultaneously.

Su Ming admired this courage, but for him, it meant he could finally escape the daily torture of training.

Shouldn't an executive officer's life be one of easy, carefree relaxation? Why is he the only one constantly getting beaten up?

Sandoni is living a very comfortable life. He spends his days eating delicious food for free and sleeping all day. He can also open workshops whenever he wants.

This is even more carefree than Zhongli's life!

Su Ming walked to the door, pushed it open with both hands, and the wind and snow outside swept in, reflecting the scenery inside.

Several people stood in different poses in front of the spacious conference table.

Columbia nodded slightly to the two of them, revealing a faint smile.

Puchenella pushed up his glasses and continued calculating the extra expenses incurred at the training grounds due to the Hermit in recent days.

Pantalone greeted Su Ming with a smile, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

Capitano stood silently to the side, his true emotions hidden beneath his black helmet, like a statue standing still.

Rosalind watched the flame butterfly fall from her fingertips, silently dissipating the flames.

Behind the conference table were rows of cold, long benches, which, judging from their style, resembled those of a church.

Arecino sat calmly on the first row of benches, her gaze sweeping over Su Ming, and she nodded slightly to him.

Tadalia leaned against a pillar in the main hall and waved slightly to Su Ming, her expression serious and solemn, clearly showing great respect for the Ice Queen.

The soldier sat on the bench in the third row, looking rather bored towards the conference table.

"Welcome, hermit."

The expression behind Dotole's mask is impossible to verify, but the smile on his lips was quite sincere; he genuinely loved this little white mouse from the ice coffin.

He stood before the conference table, and further ahead in the shadows stood a tall figure, accompanied by a ray of cold sunlight that illuminated half of Piero's cold, handsome face.

Beyond Piero, there are steps that ascend upwards, and at the top of those steps is an ice throne with ice spikes protruding outwards. The Ice Queen stands with her back to the crowd, silently gazing at the throne.

One of the seven ruling powers of the mortal realm, the ruler of winter, the goddess of extreme cold, the Ice Queen.

He has many names, but just by standing there, he can bring a subtle sense of oppression and an urge to follow him.

The executives have gathered here to defend the Queen's honor and the future of Winter.

Sandonne's expression turned slightly cold, but he quickly reverted to his usual aloof demeanor. He walked past Su Ming expressionlessly and stood to the side of the conference table.

Su Ming thought to himself that this guy wasn't like this when his white stockings were touched. In his opinion, Sandone shouldn't be called a "puppet" but rather an "actor".

He calmly walked to the end of the conference table and looked up at the figure in front of the throne.

The Ice Queen slowly turned around, a few strands of silver-white hair falling to her chest. Her pale blue eyes were as cold as ice, clearly reflecting the image of everyone in the hall.

The sound of wind and snow outside the window suddenly stopped, as if it had fallen silent to listen to the words of the Ice Queen.

"Ta, ta, ta."

The Ice Queen descended the steps one by one, arrived at the conference table, and gazed at the chessboard.

Piero stepped aside, seemingly thinking of something, but simply stood calmly to the side.

Dotole's lips curled up slightly, as if he could already see an interesting vision of the future and couldn't wait to reach that future.

Su Ming's pupils contracted slightly as he sensed the terrifying aura of death almost without warning.

The next moment, a terrifying chill erupted from the conference table, and an exceptionally ornate chess piece fell to the ground, shining with an aurora-like brilliance on the queen's throne.

The entire conference table was instantly frozen solid, and the temperature in the entire hall dropped by tens of degrees.

Columbia exhaled a soft breath and bowed slightly to the Queen. "Your Highness, your goal is the direction we should take."

D'Artagnan clenched his right hand slightly, his blood seemingly boiling. This was the moment he had been waiting for since joining the Fatui.

Sandone sat expressionlessly at the conference table. Anyway, she was in logistics, so it wouldn't be her turn to go. She was only the seventh seat. The five seats in front and the five behind were all in the middle, making it the perfect seat to slack off.

Su Ming's thoughts were surprisingly similar to Sandone's. As for the twelfth seat, at best he could go to Mondstadt to slack off, but the one who would actually do the work was Rosalind.

"The time has come."

"Seize the authority of the gods and proceed to the ultimate goal."

The Ice Queen's voice was calm yet majestic, resounding throughout every corner of the hall.

"Hermit, I appoint you as the vanguard, to travel ahead of time to the Six Kingdoms," He slowly raised his right hand, and the extremely cold azure blue transformed into a stream of light that flew towards Su Ming.

Su Ming didn't intend to hide. As an executive officer, he naturally trusted the Empress implicitly... Well, he admitted that he couldn't avoid it.

Colombia did not make any significant moves, but Sandone glanced at Su Ming with some concern. Dotole took in the entire scene.

Extremely cold, so cold that I even lost consciousness.

Su Ming's face turned pale instantly, as if his heart had stopped beating. But when he regained consciousness, he found a magnificent medal on his chest that had appeared out of nowhere. It was inlaid with a gem-like eye of God and shimmered with the mark of ice element.

[Detection detected acquisition of the Eye of God]

[Talent 2 has been unlocked]

Talent 2 [Paradise]: Consumes elemental power to create imaginary ice elemental creations and can grant them additional properties.

Note: With these hands, create a paradise without tears.

Su Ming was stunned. He hadn't expected to obtain the Eye of God under such circumstances. He could sense the ice elements gathering around him, as well as the terrifying elemental power surrounding the Ice Queen.

Chapter 043: Putting Everything on This Final Game

"Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty."

Su Ming bowed slightly. Having the Eye of God was one of his greatest wishes since he transmigrated to Teyvat. Although the system was very powerful, it was not the power that Teyvat itself possessed.

It gives you the illusion of using the Wind Spirit Moon Shadow, but using the Eye of God is more immersive.

"The Hermit."

"Just like your title of Executive Officer, you have no past; there is no trace of your existence in Teyvat."

"You are the variable outside the chessboard."

The Ice Queen's eyes seemed to reflect the world, and Su Ming felt his whole body stiffen. Was this the level of the Seven Rulers of the Mortal World?

"In the name of the executive officer, I have fortunately fulfilled my mission."

Su Ming wasn't sure what he could do, but the only thing he was certain of was to follow his own will.

It has nothing to do with plans or honors; I live simply for myself.

He was loyal to the Queen, but he would not abandon the purity of his soul; he was merely fulfilling his duties as an executor to repay the treatment he had received these past few days.

The Ice Queen nodded slightly, then turned to look at Columbia, "I entrust the tasks to you before the Hermit goes to Mondstadt."

"Yes."

Columbia bowed gracefully, her movements light and beautiful, like a fairy of the winter night.

"Please move forward toward the predetermined future, for the sake of winter," the Queen said softly, as the frigid Heart of God on the chessboard emitted a faint glow.

He staked everything on this final game, seeking his only chance.

The Ice Queen's figure gradually faded away, disappearing from everyone's sight like ice flowers merging into the snow.

Su Ming then realized that his coat was soaked with sweat. Only by facing her in person could one truly feel the terror of this Ice Queen.

Fortunately, this is his boss, so he won't be completely crushed one day.

Su Ming sighed again, thankful that he hadn't gone to the Empress's palace to look for the treasure chest, otherwise he would probably be the one in the ice coffin right now.

"As you have all heard, the Queen has issued a decree in preparation for the coming of winter."

Piero's voice was steady as he slowly bowed to the chess pieces that were gradually melting on the chessboard.

"For the coming of winter."

The voices of the executives rang out simultaneously, echoing throughout the hall, seemingly heralding the arrival of a new era.

Or perhaps it's the beginning of a story.

The meeting was very brief, lasting only fifteen minutes in total, and ended quickly.

Su Ming found it quite unsettling, as the meetings he attended were generally the kind of mindless, sleep-inducing, and superficial meetings that involved endless rambling and empty talk.

"We're leaving, and we didn't get any souvenirs."

Sandoni poked Su Ming's waist with a slightly cold expression, a fleeting smile in his eyes.

Su Ming's lips twitched slightly. This guy really couldn't bear to part with her persona. In the eyes of the other executives, Puppet Sandone should be a very aloof mechanic.

In reality, she's just a somewhat gluttonous homebody, which is quite a contrast. Probably only Su Ming knows what she looks like, and even Columbia hasn't seen her much.

"Wait a minute, I'll go find the rich man first."

Su Ming indicated he would be back soon, then found Pantalone, who was still nearby, and said with a smile, "Mr. Pan, have you eaten?"

“Hermit, you need to change your opening line…” Pantarone was used to it, but still felt a little helpless. “This kind of greeting is only common in Liyue.”

"Oh."

Su Ming nodded and got straight to the point, "Will the funds for my mission in Mondstadt come from your side?"

"From a procedural standpoint, that's correct."