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Kiana shook her pen, her hair a mess.

A group of girls in ice-blue dresses leaned on Kiana's shoulder, talking leisurely.

"The one next to Kiana is Sister Bai Yan."

"Oh!"

Alicia's eyes lit up.

"You guys were so cute back in your school days—wow, Bai Yan is so cute too!"

Her gaze first carefully examined the three of them, then scrutinized Kiana for a long time, and finally lingered on Bai Yan, unable to look away for a long time.

Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"Although there is a big difference in height and temperament, she does look a lot like Fu Yan."

As she spoke, Alicia suddenly raised her hand and snapped her fingers.

Then he drew a heart shape in the air.

Immediately afterwards, a pink light accompanied by pink smoke flashed and disappeared at her fingertips.

Finally, a photograph appeared in her hands.

"Hehe, I've kept these photos of my first time wearing makeup very carefully. You guys should take a look too."

As soon as he finished speaking, the photograph grew longer in the wind.

Moments later, it was enlarged to a size of 16 meters long and 9 meters high.

Rita and Durandal were stunned when they saw the people in the photo.

Alicia wore a large bow in her hair and a shrine maiden outfit, radiating energy.

Aponia was still wearing her nun's habit, but she held a cross to her chest as if in prayer.

The person in the middle is what attracts the most attention from the two.

She had the appearance of a Taoist nun, with a cool and aloof temperament and a tall and slender figure... everything about her was perfect.

“I have a feeling that he’s a lot like Xiao Yan now,” Rita said.

Youlandel nodded.

Volume 1: Chapter 224: We're Going to Play the Emotional Card with Sister Ta Zi

Bai Yan frowned as he stared at the enormous projector, his heart pounding with excitement.

What's going on? Why do I always have to be given a tap at times like this?!

Why can't you just tell your own story? You have to drag me into it!

The eyes of everyone in the modern civilization seemed to be drawn to the two, comparing them. Although no connection was confirmed, they all clearly felt a sense of déjà vu.

—Fortunately, his disguise skills were excellent, and he tried his best to make the act complete, otherwise it would have been easy for him to be exposed.

Rita looked closely at the person in the photo, her eyes flickering, then quietly came up behind Bai Yan and whispered in his ear, "Xiao Yan, do you think this person looks a lot like you?"

At this moment, countless thoughts flashed through Bai Yan's mind.

Were you deliberately testing my reaction?

Answering "doesn't seem like it" would only confirm a certain resistance; while answering "does seem like it" would only deepen the strange impressions of the people present.

Is this your scheme, Sister Ta?

Having worked together for quite some time, Bai Yan had never encountered Rita without her guile, and this situation made it even more crucial for him to be vigilant.

very good!

Now I need to try to hypnotize myself: We're not familiar, we're not familiar, we're not familiar...

Bai Yan looked at it carefully for a while, then stroked his chin and replied, "Hmm, and the vibe is kind of familiar."

"Oh?"

Rita noticed that Bai Yan seemed unmoved, and was actually seriously considering the problem.

However, a moment later, he suddenly turned and stared at Rita.

"What's wrong, Xiao Yan?"

Rita sensed that Bai Yan's eyes held a lot of resentment.

Then she saw the other person mouthing accusations: "You tricked me into going to St. Freya back then, and now you want to use an excuse to expose my secrets? Are you even human?!"

"..."

This question struck a chord with Rita, who subconsciously glanced at Durandal.

The latter stared at the photo in thought for a moment, but did not express any opinion, merely listening curiously to the discussion of the others.

That's a bit too harsh.

Soon, Rita gave Bai Yan an apologetic look.

Bai Yan turned his head away and deliberately ignored her.

However, I've already relaxed quite a bit.

Let's turn our attention back to the stage.

Raiden Mei is already questioning Alicia's aesthetic sense; the shrine maiden outfit with a large bow on her head looks rather strange.

However, Alicia thought that this made her look cute.

He was also asking Kiana for her opinion.

After arguing for a long time without reaching a conclusion, the atmosphere did become much more cheerful.

The only consensus that could be reached was that Alicia's appearance with makeup was indeed the icing on the cake.

Given her unique physical condition, she had no need for makeup even before becoming a fusion warrior, which explains this situation.

In a sense, she is naturally beautiful.

Only after the photos were put away did Alicia finally begin to tell her story of the past.

Overall, she's much better than Kiana...

As she recounted her experiences during her time with the Firemoth, Raiden Mei and Bronya's expressions gradually changed.

They finally realized what the problem was.

"Sister Alicia, are you saying that every Herrscher from the previous civilization was eventually defeated?" Bronya asked, looking at her.

"Yes."

"how about you?"

"...Indeed, I am not the one being attacked."

Alicia took a deep breath and slowly said to everyone, "In fact, when I told everyone that I was a Herrscher, only May remained absolutely calm. It was as if she already knew."

Bai Yan thought to herself, "We two riddle solvers have already matched all the secret codes, so of course she's calm now."

It's worth noting that compared to Alicia, the Herrscher, Kiana, the final and complete form, was far more shocking to May.

Multiple cores, multiple powers, plus Kevin's genes...

If Durandal is a naturally born holy body, then Kiana should be considered a chaotic holy body, whose extraordinary abilities surpass even hers.

Kiana still suffered from her age.

“In fact, I felt that Fu Yan already knew all along,” Kiana recalled. “Especially when we first met, she asked me to join her team. It was hard not to be suspicious of her reaction.”

“I see… Ha, perhaps she couldn’t see through my true form,” Alicia laughed.

Bai Yan pursed his lips.

—Your Herrscher power is too restrained, your authority is the kind that subtly influences others; compared to Kiana, who can unleash earth-shattering attacks at any moment, you are still too human.

At this moment, Raiden Mei finally found an opportunity to ask her last question: "So, what is your power?"

These words caused Alicia's emotions to become complicated once again.

Shy? Proud? Or gratified?

But she's probably just shy; she doesn't need blush on her face anymore.

Just as she was struggling to come up with a good answer, Bai Yan spoke up.

“You are her power, silly child.”

Upon hearing this, Eden smiled and nodded.

Bronya and Raiden Mei were taken aback by what they heard, then their expressions gradually changed as they realized something.

"This, this is really..." Alicia was almost stunned.

“Indeed, that explains it,” Raiden Mei said with a complicated expression, “the difference between the Herrschers of the previous and current civilizations, and Alicia, the most unique Herrscher of the previous civilization.”

"..."

"What do you mean?" Kiana asked.

Bai Yan: "The reason why we Herrschers can talk normally and remain mentally sound here is because at the last moment of the previous civilization, Alicia used herself as a sacrifice to activate her one and only most special power—do you understand now?"

"..."

"..."

World Serpent.

Beyond the Pure Land of the Past.

"It seems that Mei did not underestimate you, the younger generation of modern civilization, as you are truly unprepared for the impending end."

"We accumulated sufficient resources and left behind powerful contingency plans in the last era, and what have you been doing? Falling in love, resurrecting lovers, waging civil war..."

"But it's not your fault. After all, mediocre people are different from geniuses; they can only do so much."

"I understand your weakness, but the stage from now on no longer belongs to you!"

Velvi sat leisurely on a huge eight-legged machine with her legs crossed, looking at Walter and the others with a restrained madness in her eyes.

Mebius, standing to the side, looked boredly at the few scientists from modern civilization who had just arrived, his disappointment undisguised.

Sakura, being the most normal one, remained silent, standing quietly in the corner, coldly watching the angry crowd.

“Even so, this is not a reason for you to launch the Stigmata Project!” Walter said in a deep voice.

“You don’t need a reason to launch an attack, you only need an idea,” Velvi said dismissively. “If I want to, I can—of course, I’ll leave a backup plan. Whether you can find it or not is up to you.”

Mebius scoffed at this: "When have you ever left your back door open for someone to find?"

Volume 1: Chapter 225: They caught him, but it was as if they wanted to hold onto something.

"The Stigmata Project is actually not bad."

Suddenly, a discordant note appeared.

Theresa turned her gaze, and anger, along with that face, became increasingly difficult to contain as it came into view.

Why is it that someone who looks like their favorite person and uses their favorite person's voice makes you want to kill them so badly?

At that moment, Theresa's complex emotions burst forth, completely blocking her vocal cords.

But Dr. Tesla won't indulge her.

"You holy-stigma monster, of course you can talk without knowing the consequences! Want to come over here and let me flatten you and embed you in a dog's body to see what happens?!"

"Oh, don't be so angry. I just think there's nothing wrong with everyone living in the Holy Mark Space. At least we don't have to face death, illness, or war..."

"—Hahaha," Velvi laughed a few times, "There's no need to talk anymore. If you object, then come and stop us! If you don't have that kind of power, why don't you just lie down and wait for everything to happen? Mediocre people should have the awareness of mediocre people."

Mebius, propping his head up with his hand, sat lazily to the side and reminded them, "Unwilling to accept the Stigmata Project, and without a complete plan. Is modern civilization really being ruled by children?"

"Damn it, it's so hard to refute!"

Tesla gritted his teeth, but then his eyes lit up: "What about Kiana? Don't you have any other ideas about Kiana?"

“Yes, yes, she has four Herrscher cores in her body, and then what?” Mebius replied lazily.