After leaving the world of all NPCs

"Ha!" Black Tower let out a short, excited syllable, and the lily on the magic hat seemed to perk up a bit. "It's obvious! You've gone through so much trouble and laid so much groundwork, isn't it just to get me to join you in this mysterious 'outer universe' that masked fool talks about? Just say it straight out!"

Ruan Mei's smile deepened as she continued, "Dear...please allow me to call him that."

“He’s a very easy person to talk to.”

"The wisdom and logic displayed by his cerebral cortex are, frankly, abnormally... shallow."

"It's not even close to the level of complexity achieved by some of the intelligent creatures I created in my past experiments."

Heita's eyebrows raised high, obviously surprised by this comment.

"Black Tower, you and I both know that there's no inevitable causal link between wisdom and power." Ruan Mei changed the subject, "Have those insects that briefly gained the power of an envoy ever possessed a spark worthy of being called 'thought'?"

“Power is sometimes just a random roll of the dice by the universe.”

"And my dear, he has been persuaded by me... in a way that he can understand."

“He will personally build a perfect observation field for us, a theater that can intuitively present the answers.”

Ruan Mei sincerely invited her: "If you are willing, you can join me in stepping into the unknown and witness the final results of this experiment with your own eyes."

"Of course, if you don't want to go, that's fine."

"For me, it's just a matter of taking a slightly longer interstellar journey alone."

"Persuade?" Black Tower keenly grasped the key point. "What is there in that 'outer universe' that would warrant resorting to such an inefficient method as 'persuasion', or even worth paying such a unique 'price'? What is hidden there that could inspire such an irrational curiosity in our Lady Ruan Mei?"

Ruan Mei didn't answer directly, the curve of her lips gradually deepened: "It seems that you have made your choice. You are willing to find out the truth together."

"Of course!" Black Tower gracefully spun in the air, the brim of his magic hat arcing in excitement, and the purple lilies swayed with it. "Every time I hear that your experiment has failed, I rush over to congratulate you wholeheartedly."

“For a genius, nothing is more precious than failure.”

"This time is no exception."

"How could I miss that?"

Ruan Mei nodded slightly, not surprised by the answer. Her voice remained cold and still: "If possible, I sincerely pray, Black Tower, that this experiment will fail."

"At least, it's not the answer I'm deducing in my mind right now."

……

【NPC World】

The garden was bathed in the sticky afternoon light.

Molten gold poured from the sky, filtering through the gaps between vines and flowers, casting shifting spots of light on the marble floor.

The air is as stagnant as honey, with the coolness of roses, the subtle sweetness of night-blooming cereus, and the spicy fragrance of orchids, layered and fermented, creating a slightly intoxicating aroma.

Time seemed to slow down, leaving only light and shadow flowing lazily.

In the center of the garden, there is a round table with tea sets.

The thin-bodied bone china exudes a warm luster, and on the three-tiered pastry stand, exquisite pastries are stacked like a miniature landscape.

The black tower is located in the middle of the place, dressed in magical girl style, forming a unique visual focus in the elegant environment.

The purple lily on the side of her hat swayed gently with her subtle movements.

What really caught her attention was the silver-white figure moving silently around the round table.

They are maids.

The maid uniform in dark blue and pure white outlines neat lines.

The off-shoulder black top sets off her fair shoulders and neck, the pure white lace headdress and apron are spotless, and the hem of her dark blue skirt draws a simple curve.

Sheffield tilted the silver kettle, and the black tea poured into the cup in a perfect arc. Sirius changed the bone plate quickly and silently. Other figures shuttled among the flowers, passing sugar bowls, silver spoons or napkins, forming a gorgeous scene of service.

The calm silver-haired head maid handed a piece of jade cake decorated with gold foil to the black tower.

Black Tower's fingertips didn't reach for the pastry, but instead looked at Belfast, asking curiously, "You seem to be a life form made up of a mixture of special energy, matter, information, and memes. Are you a meme creation? It seems not, or perhaps you are a spirit born from the planet. No, it seems there's something else mixed in... Come here, let me check."

This place is indeed peculiar.

It is just a life form passing by, and its existence and form will not be born or appear in their universe.

The most important thing is that although it is also in human form, there are fragments of laws from other universes inside the ship.

For most humans, this difference, which is so subtle that it can be ignored, is simply too obvious in the eyes of a genius like Heita.

Belfast moved without hesitation, and the pastry landed steadily on the bone plate in front of the Black Tower. He moved silently a step, just right between the Black Tower's fingertips and the young man sitting across the round table with a smile on his face.

"Lord Black Tower, at this moment, all your attention should be completely devoted to the commander."

This reminder forcibly diverted the Black Tower's attention.

Her eyes, filled with impatience at being interrupted, turned to the other end of the table.

Ye Zuochen sat there.

The strongest light in the afternoon seemed to gather voluntarily, casting a hazy halo on him.

Simple clothes could not hide his tall and straight figure. His black hair fell softly in front of his forehead, making his pure black eyes look like deep pools.

The appearance is neat and pure, with clean and soft lines.

The smile at the corner of her lips is as natural as a spring breeze.

It was an irresistible attraction.

Black Tower's gaze met his, and in an instant, an unprecedented torrent that destroyed the dam of rationality roared and surged from the depths of his consciousness. His breathing suddenly became disordered, and his heart in his chest pounded uncontrollably.

Heita took a deep breath, unable to look away. "No wonder Ruan Mei is in heat. So that's why. You truly possess a similar allure to pure beauty. If you were to come to my universe, you'd probably become the Emissary of Pure Beauty."

Ye Zuochen tilted his head slightly, his posture relaxed. "Miss Heita, you're too kind. If Master Boshi hadn't discovered your brilliance earlier, with your perception and resonance of 'beauty', the universe would have already gained another 'Pure Beauty' Envoy?"

Heita's nostrils flared slightly, and he let out a short, complacent hum, his small chin raised as usual. "Of course! It's obvious!"

Ye Zuochen nodded: "Alright, Big Black Tower, we..."

"Big Black Tower, I really like this name!" Black Tower's narcissistic voice sounded, interrupting Ye Zuochen. "The writers of the Knowledge Society once wanted to add a title for me, something like 'The One and Only Black Tower', to distinguish me from the puppet. How vulgar. Which one of the former and the latter is not me? So I have a suggestion - as long as you dare to write, I dare to call myself 'Big Black Tower'. It's concise and intuitive, faithful, expressive, and elegant!"

Ye Zuochen looked past the refreshments and said, "Miss Da Heita, what is your purpose in coming here? Let me make it clear first. We have always upheld the principle of equal exchange here."

"Equivalent exchange?" Black Tower chuckled, as if listening to a childish joke. His violet eyes were filled with arrogance and mockery, and he chuckled briefly. "No, need I remind you again? I'm Black Tower #83 of the Genius Club, the scholar who solved the mystery of the imaginary overflow and the keyholder of the imaginary collapse weapon... Do you think I need to get any answers from you?"

Ye Zuochen: “…”

No, this narcissistic woman is really like this no matter where she is.

Ye Zuochen looked aside silently.

In a corner of the round table, Ruan Mei was as quiet as a picture.

She picked up a piece of lotus cake with her slender fingers and tasted it in small bites.

The woman in the ink-and-wash cheongsam was calm, her green eyes lowered, her long eyelashes covering them, as she watched the silent confrontation.

Noticing Ye Zuochen's gaze, Ruan Mei thought for a moment, then quietly stretched out her slender legs and rubbed Ye Zuochen's calves.

Ye Zuochen: “…”

No, I want to ask you, did you really get this woman?

"What are you talking about, dear? Of course I have explained everything to Heita. She is just unhappy." Ruan Mei's voice came into his consciousness.

Ye Zuochen thought to himself, "Wait a minute, can you communicate with me directly through your mind?"

Ruan Mei transmitted a message: "With the help of my dear's golden thread, this should be very simple, but it requires this kind of contact."

"[Gilded Heart-Wrapping Silk] also has this ability?" Ye Zuochen was a little surprised. "So that's how it is. I thought you also wanted to be serious on the table, but use your feet to ○○ my ○○ under the table?"

Ruan Mei sent a voice message: "Do you need anything, dear?"

Ye Zuochen transmitted his message: "Not necessary for now."

Afterwards, Ye Zuochen looked towards the black tower and said, "I think there is. Even if we don't talk about the wisdom of other universes, even your universe has a method similar to the Earth's coordinates to lead to the quantum sea..."

The arrogant expression on Heita's face completely froze, his small lips slightly opened, and his throat seemed to be strangled.

Less than half a second passed before she immediately changed the subject: "Let's talk about the deal."

Ye Zuochen glanced at Ruan Mei: "Is she always like this?"

Ruan Mei transmitted a message: "Some people may find Heita's personality unbearable. I agree, but I don't care."

Ye Zuochen: “…”

The Black Tower followed up with, "You haven't even grasped the ultimate secrets of the universe, and yet you still care about the trivialities of life? Right now, the opportunity to reach a deeper truth is right before your eyes! Are you going to give it up for the sake of meaningless 'face'?"

"Okay." Ye Zuochen responded simply.

Ruan Mei picked up a piece of Dudan flower cake. Without looking at the two people, her green eyes focused on the patterns on the cake. Her voice was calm, "If you need to mate, please stay away from this table. The cake tastes good and is worth savoring."

Belfast bowed and said, "Thank you, Master Ruan Mei, for your approval. This is a technique the maids learned from the ancient Donghuang method. It suits your taste. I am honored to receive it."

Ye Zuochen's smile deepened, and he stood up with smooth movements.

Reach out to the Black Tower, palms up, and do not allow rejection.

Heita stared at the hand with his purple eyes and thought for a moment.

First of all, in the eyes of Black Tower, the body that Ye Zuochen was staring at was essentially no different from the little Black Tower doll she created.

This container had obviously been explored and developed countless times by the person in front of him.

So what is about to happen at this moment is nothing more than a repetition of the established process that this container has carried out countless times before she arrived.

To her, the experiences of this body are irrelevant.

Secondly, Ruan Mei's abnormal physiological reaction and the "joy and happiness beyond biological significance" she mentioned, like an unsolved top mathematical problem, strongly aroused Heita's insatiable curiosity.

Finally, Heita needs to admit that she has experienced rejuvenation many times, and the time scale of her consciousness wandering in the sea of ​​stars has long exceeded the imagination of ordinary life.

In her long journey of pursuing the ultimate truth of the universe, she had long regarded the instinctive attraction of life driven by primitive hormones as an inefficient and redundant program, and had completely blocked or deleted it.

She had once firmly believed that she had long since transcended this boring biological trap.

However, facing Ye Zuochen, the spark of fire originating from the underlying code of life was instantly ignited in a way that she could not understand!

The research value of this loss of control itself and the unknown areas it points to is immeasurable.

Since the feeling has already occurred, why not experience it once, collect samples, and analyze its mechanism with a rigorous scientific research attitude?

What's more, Ruan Mei had set up a vanguard for her.

So, Heita didn't resist at all. His small hand was naturally raised and placed on Ye Zuochen's waiting palm. There was no shyness or expectation on his face, only concentration and calmness.

Ye Zuochen held her hand in the delicate lace gloves, which felt slightly cool. He smiled slightly, took her hand, turned and walked towards the deep part of the garden, where the light was even darker and more hazy, obscured by huge crystal clusters and cascading vines.

The figure was swallowed up by the light and shadow of flowers and trees, and the rustling sound of clothes brushing against branches and leaves gradually faded away.

Only Ruan Mei was left at the round table.

She picked up the tea, put the rim of the cup to her lips, and took a sip.

The afternoon sun casts shadows on drooping eyelashes. The fragrance of flowers is silent, and time is sticky.

Soon, a sound came from deep within the flowers and trees, penetrating the branches and leaves, clearly spreading and breaking the silence.

That was the voice of the Black Tower.

But it was a stark contrast to his usual crisp, confident, arrogant tone.

The sound was sometimes short like the cry of a frightened bird, sometimes long like the gasp of a dying person, converging into a scream mixed with extreme pain and ecstasy.

In that sound, there was the collapse of physical senses pushed to the limit, the trembling of precise consciousness being washed away by an unknown torrent, and even more, there was an excitement as if one had finally touched a forbidden switch in the deepest part of the universe.

Ruan Mei held the cup with her fingers, steady as a rock.

There are no ripples on the surface of the tea soup.

Raising her eyelids slightly, her green eyes looked past the pastries and towards the source of the sound.

His eyes were calm and indifferent, as if he was looking at an ordinary scenery.

Sipping the tea in small sips, the whistling sound is just the ordinary lingering sound of the wind blowing through the treetops.

After a long time.

"call……"