Lucas clenched his fists, biting his cherry lips fiercely, the taste of blood spreading in his mouth.
Watching Lucas being captured and turned into a meal, Ai Yi, the Hyperion's onboard AI, could do nothing.
Go head-to-head with Theresa? Only a thought.
Against other Valkyries, Ai Yi might have a chance, but against Theresa, her only outcome was death.
Hiding in the monitoring room was the only way the Green-haired Mechanical Girl could save herself.
"Captain… Captain, why won't you believe me…?"
"Ai Yi is doing this for your own good."
"If Captain trusted me more, none of this would've happened."
As time passed, Lucas was slowly cut down by Theresa, cooked into dishes, and eaten.
Hiding in the monitoring room, Ai Yi writhed in agony on the sofa like a maggot.
"I'm sorry… I'm sorry, Captain… I can't save you…"
Looking at the screen, the Green-haired Mechanical Girl's slender hands caressed her body, her face flushed and hazy with intoxication.
"Ah ha… Mm… Captain, Ai Yi also wants to taste you."
"Wuwuwu… Why can I only watch here…?"
"Theresa… This is all your fault!"
Lucas, lying on the dining table with a poker face, couldn't witness the scene in the monitoring room.
"Another pathetic cycle."
"Three days now… Wonder what's happening outside."
Due to anesthesia, Lucas couldn't feel his body's condition, only gleaning what was done from Theresa's mutterings.
Both thighs gone.
Today, Theresa would eat Lucas's hands.
Tomorrow, his eyes, ears…
Compared to Himeko Murata's hands, Theresa's treatment was gentler; anesthesia spared Lucas physical torment.
He only endured psychological pressure: watching his body cooked and eaten, unable to move or speak, hearing Theresa's crazy ramblings.
Seven days later, Lucas was completely eaten by the Headmaster. As he ceased thinking, the world turned black and white.
Time reversed. Lucas, an observer, watched Theresa's feast: medium-rare human chops, bone soup, ingredient preparation—hot water soak, Theresa's massage, cleaning with her delicate tongue.
All to ensure ingredient quality.
Good steak needs pounding and marinating.
Final cleaning removed toxins, a delicacy for an ogre.
Without sorrow or joy, Lucas opened his eyes again, seeing the familiar ceiling and light screen, breathing the air of freedom.
"Current level: St. Freya Academy (Reverse World Version)."
He closed it silently.
Lucas took a deep breath.
"Putting on the Homu costume to see the conscious Headmaster was a mistake."
Theresa had discovered Homu wasn't Homu but someone in disguise, perhaps from "You smell so good" or earlier suspicions.
"Can't mention Hyperion's Key."
"Need to control body odor—try a tight-fitting suit…"
Lucas had a black, tight-fitting suit from St. Freya Academy, like a swimsuit, core equipment for the second-generation combat suit: anti-stab, anti-cut, Honkai Energy protection.
He avoided wearing it at night—uncomfortable in the crotch.
The suit's design ignored male comfort.
Its defense was weaker than a bulletproof vest, only excelling against Honkai Energy, useless for Lucas, who didn't use Honkai Energy weapons.
"No… St. Freya's suit exposes parts and is breathable. Need low-breathability clothes."
Dying at Theresa's hands was better than Himeko's, but Lucas felt displeased watching himself eaten.
"I'm not a masochist."
Last cycle's death took seven days, plus one day—eight total, better than the previous six.
But for seven days, Lucas couldn't move freely.
In the final days, he lost eyes, ears… plunged into darkness, senses stripped.
Unbearable fear.
"Knock knock knock!"
Kiana knocked again.
Lucas got out of bed, locking the door to stop the Paramecium from barging in.
During the days cooked and eaten, Lucas's brain strategized ways to approach Theresa:
Wear an odor-blocking tight suit, stuff Homu costume with cotton, use oxygen tank—focus on companionship, avoid risky info-gathering. If that fails, bring strategized Kiana to see Theresa. If conscious and failing, use bitter gourd juice to knock Theresa out. If possible, use Sleeping Tea on Theresa, let her taste the Butter Shooter.
Sleeping Tea would work—Theresa guzzled bitter gourd juice, unlike Yandere Valkyries like Aponia, Himeko, or Mei.
But Theresa ate people in her dreams.
How did Lucas know? He'd tried it before.
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