After faking her death in interstellar space, the powerful woman disguised herself as a man and went

Leng Ran drew some well water and, under the pretext of taking a bath, hid in the bathroom with a bunch of things in his arms.

"Brother Han, I'm going to take a shower first. You go to sleep first."

The so-called bathroom was a simple open-air tent. The people in the camp made their own shower head, which was actually just a wooden tub with a few holes at the bottom and a sliding panel.

Before each shower, pour enough water over the hole, pull up the baffle, and a shower head will appear.

Although the well water was cold, Leng Ran was still quite receptive to it. Whether in the apocalypse or in the Beast Hunting Group, having extra water to bathe every month was already a very luxurious thing.

According to Uncle Yuan's description, the hunting group had many disputes with other forces in order to occupy and cultivate this well. Outside the camp, water sources are still a rare and precious resource.

After pouring in the water, Leng Ran didn't immediately open the baffle. Instead, he used the light from the small spotlight to fiddle with the robot shell he had bought that day and the Yangon chip.

Leng Ran inserted the chip into the soft metal. The chip automatically docked and adhered, and the pale pink sphere lit up. A pair of electronic eyes slowly activated and stared at Leng Ran.

"Yangon, you're finally back." Leng Ran excitedly squeezed the ball in her hand.

"Your Highness." A soft, sweet voice came from inside, and the ears on the ball even twitched.

"Your voice...?" Leng Ran was stunned when he heard Mika's voice.

"Yes, only one vocal channel is available, and it's a hardware setting that can't be changed." The voice remained soft and gentle.

Leng Ran said with heartache, "I'm sorry to have wronged you, Yangon. I'll definitely get you a better body when I have money."

"Yangon believes in Her Highness the Princess."

"Then, Your Highness, what happened after Yangon stopped operating?"

Leng Ran shut down Yangon's visual system and began taking a shower, using the sound of running water to mask their conversation.

Leng Ran gave a brief account of what had happened that year: the mysterious silver-haired man, the nameless star, the War Wolf mercenary group, and her new roommate Jun Han.

“Yangon, I can’t reveal your presence right now. If you are discovered, you can pretend that you are out of power. In the worst case, you can disguise yourself as the original robot ‘Mika’.”

"Mika received~" The sweet, almost cloying voice gave Leng Ran goosebumps.

"You adapted way too fast, Yangon. It seems the male-oriented aircraft is affecting your performance," Leng Ran remarked.

"Mika doesn't understand~"

"Standby, Yangon, don't talk to me anymore." Leng Ran felt a little disgusted.

"Yangon received. Your Highness, I hope you are in a better mood. Standby mode activated."

It turns out that Yangon was deliberately trying to cheer me up. I had indeed been suppressing my feelings for too long. Yangon is one of only two people in the world who know about their past.

"Yes, thank you, Yangon."

Yangon's ears twitched, and then the ball stopped glowing and went into darkness.

But Leng Ran knew all along that Yangon was always there.

Leng Ran returned to her room with her hair still wet and was somewhat surprised to see the candles still lit.

"Brother Han, aren't you going to sleep yet?" Leng Ran appeared wearing loose pajamas and was drying his half-dry hair with a towel.

"I'll wait for you to come back so we can sleep together," Jun Han replied, sitting at his desk reading a book. He leaned closer to take a look and saw that it was a general history of the interstellar era, one of the many books his grandfather, the commander, had bought.

"It'll be dawn soon if you don't sleep now, Brother Han, get some rest." After saying that, Leng Ran tried to pounce on the bed, but Jun Han grabbed her.

"You haven't dried your hair yet. Don't you remember how you caught a cold last time?" Jun Han took another dry towel, pressed Leng Ran into the chair, and continued to dry Leng Ran's hair.

"That was an accident..." Leng Ran blinked and yawned.

“Ah Li, you’re already weak, you have no flesh on your body, and you don’t take care of yourself. You’ll get sick.” Jun Han frowned slightly.

"Hmm..." Leng Ran, who had played many matches and spent more than six hours online, was exhausted and closed her eyes in a daze.

Finally, Junhan carried her back to bed to rest.

Because he returned very late the day before, Leng Ran was granted a day off and did not go hunting with the main group.

Upon waking up, Leng Ran immediately took out the Yangon from her bag and held it in her hands.

"Yangon," Leng Ran called softly.

The pale pink sphere slowly lit up, signaling, "I'm here."

"When you were fighting those mechanical soldiers in the yard, did you see their insignia?" Leng Ran recalled the intricate dark red patterns on the silver arm of the person who attacked her and became suspicious.

"Yes, it's a symbol of the 'red spider lily'."

Spider lilies? Would anyone really blatantly print that symbol on an assassin?

Isn't this just like an assassin discarding their master's personal jade pendant after committing an assassination? It seems a bit deliberate.

"Which faction uses the red spider lily as its emblem?" Leng Ran thought quickly, but couldn't come up with an answer for a moment.

"It does not exist in Yangon's memory. Yangon is currently unable to connect to the internet, so further searching is not possible."

"What does the Illuminati emblem look like?" Leng Ran asked.

“It is the ‘Golden Sun’.”

It really is an uncreative logo, and it seems to have nothing to do with the spider lily. So why is the silver-haired fox so sure that it was made by the Illuminati?

Just as he was pondering, a cold and extremely familiar voice suddenly rang out, and a phantom appeared—it was none other than the silver-haired fox!

"Mo Li, it's been a long time."