Sampo thought Kiana was preparing to let him go, so he stepped back a few paces, ready to head to the Lower District early.
But the next second... "Walking by yourself is tiring, let me give you a ride."
"..."
It's over... Hearing the playful voice circling his ear, Sampo stood at attention on the spot, a drop of cold sweat tracing down his cheek.
Then Sampo felt a numbness in his backside, that familiar sensation, and he was launched into the sky again.
"Sigh, Old Sampo feels that acting out a script with Sparkle is much safer than this high-altitude bungee jumping,"
Sampo adjusted himself into a slightly leisurely reclining posture in mid-air, then looked up with a calm expression and offered a comment.
At least Sparkle wouldn't kick him straight into the sky!
In the end, Sampo once again turned into a fleeting meteor in the sky, causing onlookers in Belobog to press their palms together and start making wishes.
Kiana retracted her long leg, then put her hands in her pockets and continued following the few people ahead.
"Kiana, where were you just now? Why were you so slow?"
"I just kicked a fun-lover away. The footwork felt good. March should try it next time."
"Even on such a cold planet, that group of fun-lovers comes around?"
March 7th tilted her head, unable to imagine what kind of fun would attract those Masked Fools to this planet.
"How can there always be fun? Most of it is artificially created fun."
Kiana shrugged dismissively; Sparkle loved turning fun into scripts.
It was just that Sparkle's fun scripts always carried a hint of tragedy in their process, though the endings usually turned out fine.
"Is that so? That's truly terrifying. I don't want to become their source of amusement."
March 7th looked resistant.
"Cute little March only needs to be the source of amusement for me alone."
"That's enough from you..."
March 7th lowered her eyelids, hands on her hips in exasperation.
Seeing that March seemed somewhat immune, Kiana directly reached out, hooked her arm around March's arm, and nudged her.
"..."
March's face visibly reddened again, and she walked forward without a word.
So cute. Completely different from Mei. So much fun~
Kiana thought joyfully to herself.
Along the way, March 7th kept glancing at Kiana. Whenever she caught sight of Kiana's profile, her heart would suddenly pound violently.
Bad news. March 7th seems to have developed genuine feelings from all that teasing.
Stelle had been silently observing the sweet interaction between the two and finally reached this conclusion.
What a pity. Little March is still too naive, unlike her, who is just an emotionless Galactic Baseballer.
Eh... that trash can over there looks so tempting... Thinking that, Stelle saw a trash can quietly placed around the corner and involuntarily wanted to rummage through it.
Under everyone's confused gazes, Stelle walked up to the trash can and stuck half her body inside... "Hey... hurry up and get out!"
March 7th pulled her hand out and quickly went behind Stelle, pulling the rummaging Stelle out.
"It feels like she was suddenly overcome by illness, a sudden acute sickness."
Kiana looked at Stelle, who was still staring at the trash can, and muttered in complaint.
Stelle was still the Stelle from her memories, one with an undying affection for trash cans.
Kiana had a question.
If forced to choose between a golden trash can and a girlfriend, which would Stelle choose?
Kiana didn't know, but she guessed it must be a difficult choice for Stelle.
After a great deal of effort, the group finally managed to drag Stelle away from the trash can.
"Is this some kind of tradition where you come from?"
Bronya looked at Stelle a few more times before finally unable to suppress her confusion and asking.
Are the customs of visitors from beyond the stars always this peculiar? Should she also learn about the other party's traditions for better communication?
Bronya was seriously and earnestly considering whether she should join Stelle in rummaging through the trash can.
"She just had a sudden acute sickness. This isn't a tradition, Bronya, don't learn from it."
Kiana saw Bronya's serious expression and guessed her thoughts, quickly advising against it.
Although this Bronya wasn't her Bronya, they looked quite similar, so she couldn't let her go down the wrong path.
She can learn from anyone, but learning from Stelle requires caution!
If it involves actual work, Stelle can be reliable, but without work, Stelle has no sense of propriety and is quite mischievous.
"Is that so?"
Bronya looked at Stelle with gentle pity, thinking that she was quite young to have contracted such a severe mental illness.
Truly pitiful... Stelle looked a bit bewildered by the gaze.
"I'm starting to suspect you really have something wrong with your head, actually hugging that trash can so affectionately..."
"You're talking nonsense! It was clearly so cute and alluring!"
Stelle argued back forcefully.
"..."
March 7th raised her hand, showing an expression of wanting to speak but stopping herself, then slowly lowered it.
Dan Heng glanced silently at Stelle and decided to tell everyone back later; Stelle's problem wasn't minor... Carrying these concerns, they arrived at a path leading to the Lower District, the entrance to the Great Mine.
This was once the main passage connecting the upper and lower levels, now sealed by Cocolia, with Silvermane Guards standing guard.
Bronya nodded in acknowledgment to the Silvermane Guards who saluted her, then stepped aside and extended her hand to the group, saying:
"We're here. This is the way to the Lower District, which hasn't been used in a long time."
After the introduction, they were led inside by a Silvermane Guard.
Before entering, Kiana seemed to sense something, turning her head to look, then revealing a playful smile.
"Impatient to make your move? But... it's all futile."
Kiana stood beneath the entrance. Due to the dim light, the upper half of her face was obscured.
The shadowed upper face, combined with the upturned corner of her mouth in a strange smile, made people feel a chill down their spines.
Then, Kiana turned and followed March 7th and the others.
Meanwhile, in the sky, the tree-like phantom enveloping the planet, invisible to everyone, trembled slightly, the collision of its leaves emitting a faint rustling sound.
The Pillars of Creation near the outskirts snowfields, the surface of the giant machine sitting quietly there, began to be covered with an unusual layer of Crystalize.
Simultaneously, countless Void Cracks split open across the entire construction site, and from within poured forth a massive number of Divergent Creation of various forms.
Gradually, the Creation Engine was entirely covered in ice crystals, transforming into a ferocious Ice Crystal Behemoth that slowly stood up.
Inside its core, the Stellaron was frantically releasing its energy.
The ice-covered head of the Creation Engine lit up with an ice-blue glow, and it let out a long roar toward the sky.
The Creation Engine was no longer the guardian protecting Belobog, but had been reduced to a puppet of the Stellaron, remade into the illusory Engine of Termination, bringing doom to the world.
At the same time, all the Divergent Creation across Jarilo-VI began to stir restlessly, moving uniformly toward the direction of Belobog.
Since they refused to unite under Harmony through persuasion, only forceful measures remained.
Just as the Stellaron issued the command to completely destroy the Jarilo-VI civilization, it felt a constraining force.
"F*** me!!!"
The Stellaron looked up at the giant tree phantom radiating a sacred halo in the sky and began cursing profusely.
But fortunately, before being completely restrained, it had already gathered all the Divergent Creation, preparing to launch an all-out assault on Belobog.
Over the years, the protection of Qlipoth had already suffered considerable erosion by the Void.
The Stellaron intended to hide itself while the Divergent Creation caused chaos, making it impossible for Kiana to find it.
But the plan ended before it could even begin.
It was already trapped within the Creation Engine and couldn't get out. That innately evil, detestable White Hair!
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