Starting from the Collapse World, I became the behind-the-scenes boss

In fact, many of them are not even warriors.

"Then... what about those whose strength is similar to yours?"

A hint of disappointment rose in her heart, and Durandal continued to ask.

"No."

Kevin said it bluntly.

Why isn't it there?

Durandal frowned slightly.

If even Walter White could achieve power similar to Kevin's, then it's something that pre-civilizations with more advanced technology shouldn't be unable to do.

"It may sound arrogant for me to say this, but... I should be special."

Kevin replied casually.

"why?"

Durandal asked, puzzled.

"...You should seek the answer yourself."

With his arms crossed, Kevin's tone betrayed a hint of impatience.

In his view, only the answers that the visitors themselves discover are truly meaningful.

"Ok."

Having understood the meaning behind Kevin's words, Durandal pondered for a moment and then asked, "If the real you returned to reality, how would you choose to save the world?"

As she spoke, a deep curiosity welled up in the girl's eyes.

While in the Stigmata Space, she had asked the same question to the Stigmata Will, but it did not give a direct answer.

Therefore, she was very much looking forward to seeing what kind of answer Kevin would give here.

"..."

With his lips closed and no answer, Kevin simply stared at the blonde girl in front of him for a long time.

"What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"

Durandal's brows furrowed deeply.

"Visitor, here's a piece of advice for you."

Never try to make me save your world.

Finally speaking, Kevin's tone became noticeably more serious.

"Why? Aren't you also a warrior fighting against the Honkai?"

Durandal asked in confusion.

"When you've explored this paradise deeply enough, you'll naturally find the answer."

Kevin said calmly, then turned and disappeared.

He had never been interested in answering the questions that could be found in paradise.

The fact that I'm talking to Durandal for so long is already because of the Judgment of Heavenly Fire.

"Kevin..."

She called out hastily, but Durandal could only watch as the man's figure quickly disappeared without a trace.

Do all those heroes from the paradise of the past like to only say half of what they mean?

Feeling utterly helpless, Durandal could only look around and continue her exploration.

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After a long while, when Durandal returned to the hall, what came into her view was a girl with long green hair...?

No, if you only look at the appearance, it should be more like...

"child?"

She murmured unconsciously, her eyebrows furrowing slightly.

Based on the information currently available, the beings existing in the Land of Rebirth should all be fusion warriors, so how could there be children?

"Who are you calling a child? A lab rat?"

Upon seeing the blonde girl, the green-haired girl immediately turned her head, her snake-like vertical pupils flashing with a cold light.

"Forehead……"

Hearing the girl's aggressive address, Durandal was taken aback for a moment before responding, "My name is Bianca Durandal Atagina, you can just call me Durandal."

"You don't need to give your name, and I won't bother remembering the name of a white mouse."

However, you can remember my name—Möbius, and the one and only, infinitely significant Möbius.

Still speaking in his arrogant tone, Mebius moved closer to Durandal, his snake-like eyes gleaming with the light of someone scrutinizing their prey. "Your scent is somewhat similar to Kevin's, but it seems to be mixed with something else?"

As he spoke, Mebius frowned, as if pondering the source of Durandal's power.

"Well...theoretically speaking, I should be considered his descendant."

Durandal explained somewhat hesitantly.

Although that was the case, she felt no trace of elder's love, whether from the real Kevin or the Kevin in Paradise.

It was as if they were complete strangers.

Even though she herself did not expect to feel kinship from an ancestor from whom she had lived for who knows how long, this cold reality still made her feel somewhat regretful.

"Descendants? Pfft, hahaha~"

Upon hearing this, Mebius couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Are you taking me for a fool? A guinea pig?"

"Kevin will have offspring too!?"

Why couldn't he have any offspring?

Seeing the girl in front of her laughing so hard she was doubled over, as if she had heard the funniest joke of the century, Durandal's tone couldn't help but show some anger.

Kevin was, after all, her ancestor.

"Judging from your appearance, you must have already met Kevin, right?"

Stopping his laughter, Möbius rolled his eyes at Durandal, his tone still carrying a cold smile, "So, do you think there's anyone in this world who can withstand his intimacy?"

"...Is it because of his body temperature?"

Durandal thought for a moment and then answered.

When she was with him, even though the surrounding area was a wasteland burning with flames, she still felt as if she were in a polar ice cap.

The only saving grace was that this level of temperature wasn't unbearable for her.

"If he weren't wearing a winter coat, even a normal person couldn't get close to him. Do you think he would have any offspring?"

Mebius said with a cold laugh.

“But I am indeed his descendant.”

With a helpless expression, Durandal explained, her eyes filled with deep doubt, "Besides, for fusion warriors like you, enduring low temperatures shouldn't be difficult, right?"

Even for her, that level of low temperature was nothing.

"Little white mouse! Didn't you understand what I said!?"

I'm talking about ordinary people, ordinary people!

"Or do you think Kevin will cheat on Mebius with someone else..." Mebius emphasized, his face full of anger.

Wait, if it's Mei...

As she spoke, a thoughtful look flashed in the girl's eyes, and soon she burst into unrestrained laughter: "I see, Mei really loves to do unnecessary things."

"plum?"

Durandal was still completely bewildered.

"Yes, Mei, one of the greatest scientists of the Fire Moth, even I have to admit she is a genius."

With a cold laugh, Mebius explained, his snake-like eyes gleaming with an eerie light, "Of course, in terms you can understand, she should be the maternal ancestor of your bloodline."

"She's Kevin's wife?"

Unable to resist asking, Durandal's pretty face was filled with surprise.

After meeting Kevin himself, she found it hard to believe that he would have emotional needs like ordinary humans.

How many words does Kevin, who is always as silent and aloof as an iceberg, say in a day when he's in love?

As she pondered this in her heart, the girl sensed that something about the other person's image was beginning to crumble.

"Ha! That's a childish idea that only a lab rat would have."

Throughout his life, Kevin was just May's sidekick; the two of them...

At this point, Möbius paused, his face immediately showing deep annoyance. "Why should I tell you this?"

"It's all your fault, you little guinea pig, interrupting me all the time. I almost forgot what I was really doing."

Yulandel: "..."

It was you who kept bringing up the topic of whether Kevin has any offspring, wasn't it?

"Little lab rat, what exactly is your relationship with the guy who sent you here!?"

With a stern voice, Mebius suddenly grew taller, looking down at Durandal with an extremely arrogant gaze.

"Well……"

Glancing at the equipment box that Mebius had somehow placed under himself, Durandal didn't care about the other's attitude. After thinking seriously for more than ten seconds, she said, "Bai and I should be considered enemies, right?"

Although she has now submitted to World Serpent, she has never given up on defeating [Walter White] for a single moment.

Whether it's the other party's terrifying plan to destroy the world, or Siegfried being imprisoned here by the man, both are the driving forces that urge Durandal to become stronger.

"Little lab rat, do I look so easy to fool!?"

Upon hearing this, Mebius immediately let out a cold laugh, his childlike face full of mockery.

Just a few days ago, she was still an incredibly mature adult with a perfect figure that even Alicia envied.

but now……

The thought of those unbearable past events made Möbius grit his teeth in hatred, and even his favorite instant noodles lost their flavor... Wait, how come there are instant noodles here!?

Mebius glanced at the mountain of instant noodles piled high in the Paradise Hall and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow: "Klein!"

Upon hearing the call, a half-human-sized armed doll dressed in a long lab suit immediately slipped out from some unknown corner.

"Doctor, you're looking for me?"

Looking at the green-haired girl, the armed doll with the same green hair as Mebius asked softly, "And, Doctor, you seem to have shrunk again?"

As she spoke, Klein tilted her head slightly, her left eye, which was not covered by the eyepatch, revealing obvious confusion.

"Don't bring up that kind of thing with me!"

He instantly became furious, pointing to the mountain of instant noodles beside him, "What's going on with this!?"

Although she rarely leaves the depths of Paradise, she is well aware that some things should not be here.

"Oh, these instant noodles were just delivered from outside today."

Klein explained in a flat, monotone voice, then turned her gaze to the blonde girl beside her, "Also, Durandal, someone outside asked me to pass on a message to you."

Aside from boiling water, you'd better not step into the kitchen at all.

If Paradise is destroyed for some unnecessary reason, you'll have to sell yourself into servitude to pay off your debts.

As she spoke, Klein paused slightly, and after a long while, she continued, "These are that person's exact words, but I hope you can rest assured, Durandal, that the Land of the Past is very sturdy and will not be easily destroyed."

Having worked overtime in Paradise for 50,000 years, she knows every brick and tile here intimately, and naturally knows how difficult it is to destroy Paradise.

It is no exaggeration to say that as long as Durandal doesn't recklessly wield the Celestial Judgment, the Paradise of the Past will never be destroyed.

"That bastard..."