After leaving the world of all NPCs

Om-!

A red light as rich as substance suddenly shot out from the suspended inverted cross, precisely covering Yamada Sawa's entire body.

"—The poisonous honey of the forbidden fruit permeates your souls, created beings, subverting the mark of the Creator—"

"Well!"

Sawa let out a suppressed groan, her body involuntarily tensed up, and her chestnut braids were blown back by an invisible force.

The unimaginably vast spiritual power was like a volcano that had been suppressed for billions of years, gushing out crazily from every inch of skin and every pore of the body.

A violent vortex of air flow formed around her, causing her skirt to rustle and the teacups and plates on the table to tinkle and vibrate.

A three-dimensional magic circle composed of countless complex geometric lines and Hebrew characters shining with mysterious light suddenly unfolded silently under Sandasa's feet.

The structure is rigorous and sacred, with layers upon layers, like the legendary Kabbalah Tree of Life, with countless points of light flowing on the branch-like lines.

This force has only one core goal - to reshape!

Yamada Sawa's "personality", the core concept that determines her identity coordinates in this vast universe, is being forcibly changed by this irresistible force!

An indescribable feeling of lightness, as if breaking free from heavy shackles.

A mysterious feeling of reconnecting with the vast and great Source.

Just like a new sprout breaking through the soil, growing and spreading tenaciously!

The light remained at its peak for several seconds, and the blood-red cross and the sacred golden and white magic circle reached their peak at the same time. The air in the living room was as thick as solidified amber.

The next second, the light suddenly dissipated like the receding tide!

pat!

A drop of sweat slid down Shahe's forehead, which had become unusually white and smooth, and dripped onto the carpet beneath her, leaving a small dark mark.

She was still standing there, her figure didn't seem to have changed much, except that her clothes had turned into spiritual clothes.

The breath of life is still fresh, even more vigorous.

But the essence of the breath has completely leaped from the category of "human" to the dimension of "elves"!

Ye Zuochen slowly withdrew his hand.

There was no trace of the expression on his face after performing a miracle. He simply straightened his neatly knitted cuffs, walked calmly around the round table, and went straight to the heavy carved wooden door in the living room leading to the dark corridor outside.

"Well, I should go take care of other elf matters."

After saying that, he walked out the door, leaving time for the two women who had finally reunited.

A narrow-minded man is about to tell his idol elf about the beauty of being a man!

How did you tell me...don't ask.

……

The afternoon sun shines through the huge arched windows of the student union meeting room of the private Rindanji Women's College, spreading onto the surface of the heavy mahogany long table.

The air was filled with the mixed smell of old paper, high-quality wood wax, and the faint scent of plants wafting in from outside the window.

Yuiya Miku leaned against the cold window frame, her long purple-silver hair cascading down her shoulders like flowing moonlight, gently brushing against her cheeks that were so white that they were almost transparent.

The light purple eyes looked out the window, but their gaze was unfocused. They penetrated the finely forged iron fence, passed by the castle-like majestic school building at the end of the red brick road, and even passed by the scattered figures of girls in dark blue sailor uniforms walking around the campus.

Her heart is no longer here.

Another shadow was branded in his eyes.

Long pink hair, playful pointed ears, and eyes that are filled with stars and tenderness, yet contain a rock-hard will.

Alicia.

Just the name made Mijiu's heart throb with a sour and sweet feeling.

Last night's brief encounter seemed like an overly luxurious dream.

The other person's voice, with its strange soothing power, easily penetrated the high wall she had built with arrogance and disgust.

Fragments of memories surged in my mind.

The gentle curve of Alysia's lips, the warmth conveyed by the touch of her fingertips, and the clear light deep in her eyes that seemed to be able to embrace all the filth in the world.

Unfortunately... the dream ended too quickly.

Alicia was like an unpredictable wind, suddenly saying she was leaving, leaving behind only a vague promise about "tomorrow".

Mijiu bit her lower lip hard, and her plump and soft lips were squeezed to the point of losing their color.

From early morning till the brightest moment of day, the dreamy figure never appeared.

Every minute and every second of waiting was like a tiny grinding wheel grinding away her expectations, gradually giving rise to a sense of empty anxiety and longing.

She longed for that unique tenderness, longed to hear the voice that could soothe her soul, longed for... more.

A sudden feeling of disgust surged up without warning, instantly dispersing the lingering warmth.

It’s all because of that “husband”!

The existence that Alicia mentioned casually last night was like a dirty ink spot dripping onto the flawless canvas in Meijiu's heart.

A man?

How ridiculous!

What blasphemy!

Why would a mere vulgar man with a foul masculine stench stand beside Sister Alicia?

Why do you have such a pure and flawless existence?

That dreamy fairy-like sister Ai Li...actually belongs to a man?!

"hateful……"

A low murmur filled with strong disgust squeezed out uncontrollably from between his teeth.

Her breasts were visibly heaving due to the violent fluctuations of her emotions. Her unusually plump outline, restrained by the dark blue sailor suit, rose and fell violently with her breathing, outlining a breathtaking curve.

"I am a human being. You can always trust Alicia..."

Miku couldn't help but repeat this sentence.

That was her own voice, not a voice obtained by relying on the power of elves.

Suddenly, a voice came from across the conference table without warning.

"Yes. You can always trust Alicia."

The sound was not loud, but it was like a lightning tearing cloth, instantly splitting the stagnant space.

Om-!

All the blood in Yuiya Miku's body seemed to freeze suddenly at this moment, and then rushed to the top of her head. Her heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an ice-cold hand, and then suddenly thrown into the sky!

The whole person seemed to be whipped by an invisible force and suddenly bounced away from the window. Her body was twisted forcefully in mid-air, and the hem of her dark blue skirt drew a sharp arc.

His eyes were filled with extreme horror and overwhelming hatred, fixed on the source of the sound.

At the other end of the conference table, on the originally empty high-backed mahogany chair, a young man was suddenly sitting there.

What a good-looking person.

Any woman who makes eye contact with him will probably lose her mind in an instant and sink into a bottomless vortex.

disgust!

A physical disgust, like smelling rotten garbage, instantly overwhelmed Miku!

man!

Filthy existence like a cockroach!

She actually dared to step into this sacred girls' school and break into this space that belonged to her alone.

Just seeing the other person's figure made Mijiu feel a strong sense of nausea, as if the air had become dirty and sticky.

but.

Just when the wave of disgust was about to swallow up her sanity, a ripple that even she herself could not believe suddenly shook the deepest part of her heart.

Those dark eyes, that face, that indescribable presence... were like the most potent mental toxin, causing a tiny crack to appear in the barrier of hatred for men that was deeply rooted in Mijiu's bones.

An absurd thought that made her feel so ashamed that her whole body was burning with shame suddenly emerged like a poisonous snake.

What would it feel like to be hugged by someone like this?

This thought was like the most blasphemous blasphemy, causing Miku to tremble all over and almost lose her balance.

Immediately, immense shame and even more intense anger completely ignited her soul... How could she have such a thought!?

"You—!" Miku's voice suddenly rose to a piercing pitch. "This is a girls' school! Why are you, a piece of male trash, here?! Get out—!!!"

The sound was endowed with tangible spiritual power, condensing into a visible shock wave, containing a compulsory command, and bombarding the motionless figure opposite with incomparable ferocity.

This blow is enough to make any ordinary human or weak-willed creature lose their mind in an instant and turn them into a puppet that obeys orders.

At worst, you can blow him away.

However, the sound waves that were powerful enough to distort the air, when they landed on the young man, were like hitting an invisible wall, and dissipated silently.

Invalid?! How is it possible?!

Meijiu's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip, and the cold tentacles of fear quietly wrapped around her heart.

Ye Zuochen said calmly: "You asked me why, of course it's because I want to see you."

Those calm words were the fuse that ignited the final explosion.

"Drink--!!!"

A sharp, distorted scream erupted from the depths of Miku's throat.

Along with this scream filled with humiliation, anger and a hint of imperceptible panic, a dazzling light as bright as the condensed moonlight suddenly burst out from within her slender body.

The light instantly engulfed the dark blue sailor uniform that represented the female students of Rindou Temple.

In just a blink of an eye, the sacred and gorgeous gift of light was already on.

"Divine Power Spiritual Suit Ninth Division!"

The upper body is exquisitely hollowed out with sleeves wrapped with lace-like light bands, shining with a soft but inviolable luster like moonlight.

The lower body is a skirt with layers of pure light forming ruffled edges, which is fluffy and sways gently with breathing.

Above the head is an exquisite crescent-shaped ornament, casting a cool glow.

This dress perfectly suits her status as an idol superstar, as if the entire moonlight in the night sky was cut down and draped over her body.

The silver petal-shaped armor, like the most intimate work of art, tightly wraps and supports the proudly towering huge breasts, and the full curve is breathtaking.

The cream-colored corset outlines a slender waist that can be held in one hand, creating a strong visual impact with the light pleated skirt that suddenly blooms below.

Her legs were tightly wrapped in pure white silk fabric, which shone with a delicate and smooth jade-like luster under the light.

"Gabriel, the Songstress of the Broken Army!!!"

Mijiu suddenly raised her hands, with her fingers spread out towards the ceiling. The floor beneath her feet was no longer a solid entity, but instantly turned into a violently fluctuating pool of liquid light.

The ripples spread wildly

Rumble——! ! !

Like a sleeping steel behemoth being awakened, a suffocatingly large metal creation, accompanied by the roar of heavy machinery and dazzling light, broke out from the core of the flashing ripples and slowly rose.

The golden metal components gleamed with a cold and hard luster under the light, and countless pipes of varying thicknesses were densely arranged, like an icy jungle.

The base was as thick as a mountain, and the overall structure was as complex and precise as a war fortress. The enormous spiritual pressure it exuded made the entire conference room hum as if it was overwhelmed.

A huge silver organ that can fill the entire space stands there!

Ye Zuochen sat still, but raised his left hand very casually, and a photo appeared in his palm without him noticing.

He moved his wrist slightly and turned the front of the photo towards Yuiya Miku.

Time was forcibly frozen at this moment.

Mijiu's light purple eyes, burning with anger and murderous intent, were struck by the most violent lightning the moment she saw the contents of the photo.

All the flames, all the hatred, all the power... were completely frozen at the same time by a cold wave as cold as absolute zero.