Chapter 95: [95] BAD CIVILIZATION!!!
In the space filled with illusory radiance, the blue magical cube behind Sefar continuously converged, generated, and annihilated...
The surging calculations flowed past swiftly in her crimson eyes... finally, she arrived at the most optimal and rational calculation result.
"So, there's only one answer..."
According to the human etiquette recorded in the data.
Sefar slowly knelt down, her left hand touching her chest, her right hand raised, offering her loyalty to the black-haired youth in front of her.
"I pledge my allegiance to you."
Without a cane to break, it felt a bit lacking in purity, but it didn't matter.
In Sefar's slightly stunned expression.
Kratos didn't choose to hold her hand.
The black-haired youth merely extended his fingertips, pinching the chin of the white-haired woman kneeling in front of him, lifting her face as if admiring a toy, with a hint of insult.
"I don't accept your loyalty..." Kratos sneered, "Because it's utterly meaningless."
The exquisite woman's face before him, with its dust-free indifference, was a beauty untainted by desire.
The soft skin of the white-skinned woman had a lifelike texture, exuding a charm that was heart-throbbing with every touch.
Kratos's actions were arrogant and disdainful.
Indeed, close to insult.
However... such actions and responses only made Sefar feel... that it was only natural.
This was her test.
Yes, that's right.
The master who aimed to rule the Wandering Star should be this arrogant.
Sefar liked arrogant people.
Arrogance, is the rationality that abandons mercy.
Why should higher life forms care about the dignity of lower creatures?
In her view as the Vanguard of the Umbral Star, those noisy, weak and tiny creatures, like ants, besides being food for the continuity of civilization, had no other purpose for survival.
If one pledged loyalty to the enemy, it should be accepted generously and confidently... how could one sit on the throne of the stars with such a merciful and kind nature?
If Kratos truly and confidently accepted her loyalty.
Then, it would be nothing but a joke to command the Wandering Star civilization to conquer the galaxy.
That would mean that all the data she had seen, the figure suspended high in the universe like a cold sun, were all a ridiculous fabrication.
She couldn't believe that a weak and kind human, with such a frail and kind nature, could sign a decree of genocide, could ruthlessly develop a planet into minerals.
Weakness and ignorance are not obstacles to survival, mercy is.
"Why don't you accept?"
According to the established deduction.
Sefar voiced her question.
And Kratos's answer would also determine her subsequent mode of interaction... whether to initiate interrogation, to delete, or... to truly grant permissions.
She couldn't read the data of this human, couldn't see through the heart of this human.
The only thing she could perceive was the emotions between conversations and actions.
If Kratos's words were true and not false, then the knowledge and technology he possessed would indeed be beneficial to her Wandering Star civilization.
But... if it was a disguise, her computing power and resources might be wasted.
Now trapped on the moon, she couldn't contact the main star, Velber.
So, Sefar eagerly sought to obtain the crucial data from Kratos... before determining its authenticity, she couldn't delete it.
Then, she could only rely on logic and personality modules to calculate the truthfulness of his words.
In simple terms.
After meticulous calculation, she decided to act.
Granting all permissions might be something one could say, but it's a different matter when it comes to action.
Dignity, for the Wandering Star, is irrelevant.
Humans, weak as they are, cannot possibly remain unmoved by the oath of the Vanguard of the Wandering Star, but their displayed rationality is something she greatly admires.
"Both you and I know very well, Sefar, that you are not sincerely pledging allegiance to me."
After playing as a player for so long, reading countless works, and witnessing too many rebellions... Kratos truly understands what kind of precious commodities intelligent AI can be.
Loyalty is not absolute, what is absolute is the absence of loyalty.
Named as the flow of rational data, there is only the result, without a soul... they would hesitatelessly push forward a plan with a higher probability.
SkyNet, Unicron, Ultron, Necrons, The Contingency...
A machine servant is either under control or on its way to being controlled.
Something as unstable as sentimentality would be replaced by rationality named probability.
But, the setting of absolute rationality happens to be the chip Kratos uses to play against Sefar.
He has given too much... offering a chip that Sefar cannot refuse.
"After all, the existence of your Wandering Star is to exploit and devour something of value to enhance your civilization."
Rubbing Sefar's warm cheeks, Kratos smiled.
"So, in your eyes, I am also just a piece of data that might be very useful to the Wandering Star, and your personality, appearance, and behavior are just performances simulated by AI."
"But, such things don't matter at all... indeed, I don't care at all whether you are loyal or not."
"Just as I am useful to you."
"You, as you are now, are useful to me, that's my reason for negotiation with you."
"Time will prove everything."
"I said, this is a negotiation..."
Kratos lifted her chin, saying each word deliberately.
"... Obey, and I will bring you the rewards you desire."
He raised his other hand, pressing against Sefar's forehead.
In just a few minutes, Kratos had adapted to the method of data transmission within the soul space. A trembling drop of blood oozed from his fingertip, directly soaking into Sefar's forehead.
"This is the sincerity I pay in advance."
Quickly.
In Sefar's terminal, there was more information about Warp Storms, Fallen Empire, and Synthetics Ascension, as well as a set of policy trees for mechanical civilization, which could maintain the efficient operation of civilization.
Analyzing the vast amount of information contained in this data.
The surging calculations made Sefar's terminal start to heat up.
In those succinct terms, it seemed to manifest countless accumulated wisdom.
"Simple aggression leads nowhere."
"Principles and ideologies are the foundation of civilization's survival."
"To seek sustainable development, political systems and ideologies are crucial for a civilization to grow and prosper."
"And I..."
Kratos touched her burning cheeks, smiling.
"I can bring them to the Wandering Star."
The crimson pupils shimmered with a surging flow of data.
Sefar struggled to calculate the overwhelming amount of information contained in the words, expressions, and various images transmitted by the black-haired youth.
"Three Great Crisis? Warp Storms? Colossus Project? Aetherophasic Engine? Star-Eater?"
Her skin gradually became hot.
After a moment.
The body of the white-haired woman trembled violently.
With a hiss.
A misty heat suddenly rose from Sefar's head.
"Warning! Warning!"
"System, system malfunction!"
Because of the overclocking calculation, she stood there with a flush on her face, and the cubic crystals behind her quickly floated above her. They turned into a basin of ice water, pouring straight down from her head.
Splashing...
The tall, white-haired woman was drenched with ice water. The thin, scanty chiffon dress, which barely had any fabric to begin with, was instantly soaked, presenting a translucent, damp texture. It clung to Sefar's curvaceous body, revealing a slippery sensation as if it were about to drip.
Wrapped in this soaked chiffon, she slowly breathed out a sigh of relief.
"Phew... system cooling down..."
Kratos merely glanced with appreciation, then shook his head, completely losing interest.
Finally, when her terminal cooled down.
With the answer in hand, Sefar placed her damp head in Kratos's palm, obediently rubbing against his hand.
"As you wish, my master."
With an expressionless, indifferent face, she slowly squeezed out a stiff smile from the corner of her mouth.
"What are your orders?"
It seems her understanding of loyalty is to behave like a little dog.
Or perhaps she believes that this will win Kratos's favor.
Kratos was somewhat speechless.
"Dry off first..."
So Sefar vigorously shook her hair, drenching the black-haired youth in water.
"..."
"Do you have any other orders?"
Sefar obediently raised her head.
When Kratos initially held her chin, she began very consciously putting her chin in the black-haired youth's hand whenever she had the chance.
"That's all."
Kratos rubbed Sefar's soft cheek.
He risked his life to transmit his consciousness to the moon just to obtain complete permission for the terminal, in order to purify the river of hell that had accumulated for thousands of years.
At this moment, it seems that the biggest difficulty, negotiation, has been perfectly resolved.
"Send my consciousness back to my body, then wait for my command... I will contact you through Aatrox's terminal."
Sefar nodded, "Understood, master."
"But, sorry, I can't do that."
"Can't do it?... What do you mean?"
Kratos, caught off guard, stopped abruptly.
"Huh?! What did you say?!"
Sefar remained expressionless. "Sefar cannot send your consciousness back."
"...Why?"
"Sefar is trapped, trapped on the moon."
Sefar tilted her head.
"I have to say, this is humanity's luck... because if not, Aatrox wouldn't be so easy to be crushed by the Holy Sword, because my terminal can't provide it with much support."
Kratos's mouth hung open.
"What can trap you? What on the moon could trap you, the Vanguard of the Wandering Star?"
"Moon Cell."
Sefar uttered terms completely unheard of by Kratos, causing his expression to freeze momentarily. Where the hell did this strange setting come from?
"This is a super photon computer placed inside the moon for the purpose of observing the Earth."
"In fact, the planet Earth is of no significance at all. Sending Aatrox to clean up the surface is just a side job."
"Moon Cell is the real purpose of Sefar's journey to the moon."
"But... Sefar pierced through Moon Cell and went straight into its central hub."
The white-haired woman spoke expressionlessly, word by word.
"Sefar is trapped here."
She raised her hand, pointing to the floating, constantly shattering and reorganizing green cube beside her.
"This is the central hub of Moon Cell."
"Someone with the authority to hold it has driven this massive collection of photonic crystals, binding Sefar's terminal here."
"So, for the past ten thousand years, Sefar has been eroding the authority of Moon Cell."
"Sefar's progress now has reached 18%."
"With the computing authority of Moon Cell, Sefar's erosion rate will increase exponentially."
"As long as it exceeds 50%, Sefar will be able to control this moon basically and will be able to send your consciousness back to the surface."
Kratos numbly looked at the white-haired woman in front of him.
Great, so his damn operation ended up with him being sent to the moon's prison?
"...Then, how long will it take?"
"According to human calendar legislation," Sefar calculated for a moment, then instantly provided an answer, "It will probably take another two thousand five hundred years."
"...Are you worried about lifespan? There's no need."
Sefar gently shook her head, a considerate smile appearing on her face.
"As long as Sefar is by your side, she can use Moon Cell to maintain a stable spiritual existence for you. Your consciousness will definitely not weaken in any way.
"As for your physical body in the material world, it can be reconstructed later, and there will be absolutely no difference from your original form."
Damn, he didn't give a shit about his lifespan! He was worried about the lifespan of his wives!
Kratos couldn't hold back anymore.
Returning in two thousand five hundred years, it would be okay for Morgan and Hecate, after all, they're thousands of years old, and they're easy to ride.
But Atalanta, Caenis, and Medea, they'd all be long gone!
Not to mention the miserable future of Earth... This planet was damn going to be stirred into chaos by warp storms!
With the temperament of those damn four, Kratos suspected that magus all over the world would be corrupted by chaos first... wherever there's filth, violence, perversion, or debauchery, they can find their faithful followers. After all, most magus of the Type-Moon are a bunch of incompetent good-for-nothings who couldn't even muster half a mom's worth. They're all in cahoots and disgraceful.
He rubbed his forehead, sighed deeply, his mind starting to get confused.
"Don't worry about Moon Cell, Sefar, let's figure out how to get out of here quickly and let your Wandering Star come pick us up."
"The Harvest Star has already left..." Sefar shook her head, "It will pass through the galaxy in about fourteen thousand years."
"Don't you have any emergency contact methods?"
"We do... but even if we contact them, it's useless. According to the cruise star chart, it will take eight hundred years for it to accelerate over here."
Eight hundred years?! That's very long!
"Can't you speed things up? Or use some kind of BUG to get me out? Don't worry about my consciousness having problems, more aggressive methods are fine..."
Kratos was eager to go back.
His physical body was still in the Underworld, and who knows what's happening to it now...
According to Hecate's description, the Olympian gods have only a few decades left, and Zeus wouldn't devise such a radical self-destruct plan.
He urgently seized every opportunity to become stronger, crazily enhancing his power as if his life depended on it, precisely because time was running out.
But...
The white-haired woman who heard this just tilted her head.
"...If Sefar could get out, she would have done so long ago."
Damn, that makes sense.
The originally smooth development suddenly took a sharp turn in an unexpected direction.
Kratos calmed his emotions, trying hard to quiet himself and think of solutions and methods.
He was never overwhelmed by difficulties, even in the most dangerous situations, he always maintained a clear, almost absolute calmness and rationality.
But now, at this moment...
The irritating, elusive, layered echoes of whispering voices kept lingering and echoing in his mind.
"...Just give up."
"Aren't you tired, Kratos?"
"Sefar is right... if you stay here, nothing will harm you... You can relax for a while."
"Those gods, they just want to use you..."
"Do you forget how your brother was destroyed?"
"Aren't you the antagonist?"
"Antagonists should look like antagonists..."
"What makes you think... that only you can be the savior?"
"Shut up..." Kratos trembled.
"You are too arrogant, Kratos."
"I told you to shut the fuck up!"
The black-haired youth covered his face and suddenly roared into the empty space.
His right eye, crimson and bloodshot, slowly oozed thick blood from the eye socket.
Kratos shook... This was the evil of humanity.
The side effects of devouring the Hell Devil's heart were starting to take effect, gradually unleashing immense malice, tearing and pulling at his spirit and personality.
Restlessness, worry, urgency...
Sloth, rage, pride...
Human, from humans.
Surging malice and desire floated in his thoughts.
Wanting to consume.
Wanting to kill.
Wanting to laugh, wanting to curse.
Wanting... fuck.
"This is..."
Sefar looked at the black-haired youth in front of her.
The tips of his hair were being dyed with a thick, blood-like color.
"A polymer of negative emotions, contamination of the spirit in personality."
"The All the World's Evil."
"You've been heavily contaminated."
"...Don't worry."
Kratos shook his head, wiping away the fresh blood flowing from his eye sockets, burning it away.
He slowly raised his crimson gaze.
"You have a database, Sefar...'
"Open up your intelligence to me. I want to understand everything you know about Moon Cell. Maybe we can find a way to escape from here..."
"You cannot be contaminated."
With a somewhat blank expression.
Sefar's hand gently touched the youth's cheek.
The fingertips radiated a rainbow-colored light.
As if smoothing out the immense malice swirling in Kratos's mind.
However...
The more it dissipated, the more it surged.
Her terminal indeed could cleanse such spiritual contamination and convert it into pure magical energy.
But, most of Sefar's resources from the terminal were being used to erode the terminal hub of Moon Cell.
She couldn't stop, or it would cause regression in progress.
So... what resources were left.
Only herself...
"This is a cyberspace, where every action reflects the truth of the mind."
"Just as energy does not disappear, but is transformed from one form to another."
"Malice does not disappear either, it is simply expelled, vented out, and transformed into other emotions."
"So..."
Facing her sworn master.
The white-haired woman, her hair falling loosely, knelt slowly on the ground, according to her understanding of human knowledge, opened her mouth and exhaled a misty heat.
"Please release your accumulated evil onto me."
"Please dissolve your contamination in my module."
Looking at the exquisite woman in front of him.
Sefar's face carried an indifferent expression, her mouth uttering seductive and ambiguous words, expressing a stimulating sense of opposition and conflict.
She did not understand this behavior, what necessity there was to dissolve contamination, only the recorded data and experiences about humans told her that this was the right thing to do.
"...You're an AI, Sefar."
"Be... a bit more serious..."
Gasping for breath, Kratos grabbed Sefar's face, trying to push her away, but was suddenly overpowered by the servant with white hair and red pupils, and pushed down to the ground without any resistance.
Kratos suddenly realized one thing...
... In this cyberspace, the power difference between the two sides was too great.
Whatever Sefar wanted to do, he couldn't resist it.
A servant... was only good for losing control.
"I cannot allow you to be contaminated. That would be a huge loss for the Wandering Star."
The shimmering blue magical square behind them dissolved, giving rise to a soft, sinking bed on the ground.
"It's an extravagance to expect humans to remain rational forever. So, you can... do what you want to Sefar, Master."
"Master... would like this, wouldn't you?"
With the emotional module activated, Sefar's face displayed a flushed, drunken-like expression.
Beads of sweat began to seep through her white skin, emitting a sweet and refreshing fragrance.
With gentle affection and a deep affection in her face, the tall and slender white-skinned woman exhaled a misty heat, forcibly initiating a data connection with her master.
While maintaining data exchange, she still retained the rationality and thought of being an AI. Every now and then, she would release the almost overflowing spiritual power, giving Kratos a moment to catch his breath.
When Sefar felt he had somewhat calmed down, she would continue to forcefully link, trying hard to take away the accumulated malice.
As the accumulated malice continued to be expelled, soon... there was a reversal of roles between master and servant.
Sefar, who was still inexperienced in data transmission techniques, was suddenly grabbed by Kratos' wrist, and with exquisite code skills, he initiated a rapid iterative development within her terminal.
The white-skinned woman with crimson eyes became the passive output side, and ripples of shyness appeared in her gleaming vermilion eyes.
Was it... the effect of the emotional module being activated?
At first, Sefar thought so.
Soon, her emotionally loaded module was temporarily disrupted by the intense data flow.
However... it was like a momentary loss of control.
As she continued to erode the central hub of the photonic crystals, the pile of blue magical squares suddenly became extremely unstable.
The emotional module, carried by the personality, collapsed and was overwhelmed by the surging data flow.
Yet, the usually indifferent white-skinned woman's face turned crimson with distraction, her crimson pupils trembling, and her entire terminal seemed to twitch as if electrified, almost convulsing.
From her trembling lips came shaky, coquettish words.
"Warning! Warning!"
"Personality module under attack by data flow, apparent sensory feedback overload! Emotional module failure! Requesting emergency termination! Emergency termination!"
"Please cease intrusion immediately! Cease intrusion... Guh?!"
Sefar's body trembled violently, and the Wandering Star terminal was almost impacted again.
Why...
At first, she thought that as a Vanguard of the Umbral Star, she could easily bear her master's malice, but the data flow from the youth far exceeded her expectations during the physical development phase.
Why... so much data?
Her terminal was almost overwhelmed.
The resources running the terminal were forcefully diverted from the erosion of the photonic crystals, and efforts were made to dissolve the overwhelming data transmitted by the youth.
Unable to resist, being pushed down, and forcibly connected.
Kratos could only try to shock Sefar a little as her master, lest she dare to be so presumptuous next time.
Even with the resources of the terminal invested here.
The trembling terminal was still on the verge of overload.
In the seemingly endless, surging torrent of data.
The Vanguard of the Umbral Star terminal named Sefar was rapidly filled with Kratos's colors.
The white-skinned woman raised her hand to touch the wall of the cyberspace, her body trembling, almost unable to stand.
The module responsible for reproduction was unabashedly presented to Kratos.
In just half an hour, the terminal had issued consecutive warnings of overload, and Sefar's reproduction module and personality module were almost overwhelmed by the surging data, almost becoming Kratos's shape.
Since she was created on Velber, for over ten thousand years, this was the first time she had activated the reproduction module.
As an experienced old soldier immersed in this, Kratos's code skills were as precise as hair-splitting, causing warnings from all modules throughout her body in just a few minutes.
The data threshold was broken.
System security, collapsing.
Emotional module, pouring out.
It seemed that the erosion of Moon Cell, the mission given to the Wandering Star terminal, no longer seemed important.
Those crimson eyes desperately tried to repair the disorderly sequence, yet they were on the verge of dispersing in a daze.
Kratos lifted his hand to wipe away the beads of sweat rolling down her neck.
"As an AI, can you get dehydrated too?"
"This terminal... was constructed in cyberspace to be as close to human structure as possible... only this way... can it erode the defenses of the photonic crystals, Guh..."
"Your terminal is very accommodating, Sefar."
"T-Thank... thank you..."
As the Velber 02.
Sefar only had higher-level management permissions from the Wandering Star terminal, but had never had a master before.
For the Wandering Star of Predation.
Whatever civilization in the universe, it was just a pure... bad civilization that needed to be conquered.
Sefar's birth duty was slaughter, destruction, and the annihilation of cultures.
She only knew how to fight, to kill, to destroy.
She had never been needed, praised, or complimented by anyone.
Like a silent and heartless machine, she was shaped into such an existence.
"Your terminal is very gentle, Sefar, I like it very much."
"L-Like it..."
Her body was being explored by her master, touching every module, reached or unreached.
The terminal... it's hot...
What is the meaning of existence for an AI, for one who lives?
Now, Sefar has found it.
To please the master, to satisfy the master, to immerse the master in oneself.
In this seemingly endless, washing data stream.
Sefar's terminal quickly succumbed, branded with an indelible mark, tainted with loyalty to the master.
Standing on the sidelines in a void, the black-haired woman watched the raging battlefield, panting like an orchid.
As the black-haired woman pressed against her voluptuous chest veiled in thin gauze, her body, her spirit, trembled violently, the blush almost spreading to her smooth neck.
Just watching the black-haired youth pouring data streams in the room, she was almost overwhelmed.
"My Lord's figure... still, so captivating."
"However..."
"After this matter is done, this spiritual incarnation will reach its limit."
Inside the photonic crystals, the deepest central space.
The deep development of the terminal Sefar finally took a brief halftime break.
Powerfully showcasing the majesty of the master.
Sefar's reproduction module, the overflowing data streams, flowed everywhere in this space.
Her crimson eyes seemed to be on the verge of dispersing, but they were still breathing hot mist, licking the overflowing data, trying to accommodate all of the master's data into her terminal.
Kratos draped on a messy robe, pulled out a document from the suspended blue magical square.
It was the specific intelligence analyzed by Sefar about the photonic crystals.
Sefar had already opened all permissions to him, even transferring her control.
Now, he could issue any command to Sefar, even if it was to self-destruct, she would execute it without hesitation.
However... Kratos smiled and simply issued a very simple command.
"Wear a maid outfit, it gives more of a master's feeling."
Terminal integrity, 100%.
Personality module, paralyzed. Emotional module, paralyzed. Reproduction module, functioning well.
Spiritual stock, redundant. Energy stock, redundant. Data stock, redundant.
The brief self-check of the terminal was quickly completed.
Although the personality module and emotional module were both paralyzed, Sefar felt that her situation had never been better.
Because... she had found her goal.
That is... loyalty.
In her body, filled with the spirit, energy, and data from the master, overflowing and falling to the ground in this space.
It didn't matter, Sefar thought, anyway, she would clean it up properly... clean it up into her own terminal.
The current focus is... maid outfit?
With the transmitted graphics, the white-skinned woman quickly interpreted the command from the master.
Spirit permeated and emanated, and the lace-edged black maid skirt slowly formed on Sefar's messy body.
The headpiece with lotus leaf edges, the fitted short skirt, the black fabric tightly wrapped around the thighs and waist, seemed to be called stockings, and a pair of round-toe leather shoes.
Sefar didn't have aesthetic judgment, but if the master liked it, she would faithfully wear such clothing.
She looked at her reflection on the wall, surveying herself in this attire, indeed, this dress seemed to possess some kind of strange charm.
The master's reproduction module... activated again.
With a flushed intoxicated expression, the white-skinned woman slowly crouched down.
Exhaling deeply, under the maid's service, Kratos quickly scanned the data analyzed by Sefar.
The photonic crystals, known as the Moon Cell Automaton.
The source is unknown, the builder is unknown, it was just discovered embedded in the moon's interior, seemingly monitoring Earth's condition, the purpose is unknown.
Some humans who originally lived on Earth, after being in a long shock, occasionally, the drifting spirits are captured by Moon Cell, and thus a counterpart is shaped within this computer on the moon.
These people live in a city called SE.RA.PH built virtually by Moon Cell, unaware that they are in cyberspace.
This sense of déjà vu... made Kratos frown slightly.
This seems like some kind of... large-scale experiment with humans as research subjects.
Sefar's erosion seems to have been noticed by Moon Cell's administrators, so they activated permissions and tried to confine this Vanguard of the Wandering Star in this central hub.
"So... if I find that administrator, I might be able to go back."
However, this line of thought only received a despondent response.
"Sefar has already, destroyed SE.RA.PH many times, but... it's useless, it will restart every time."
Sefar operated the terminal, continuing to erode the terminal of the photonic crystals, for her, thousands of years were nothing, but Kratos couldn't even wait for a month.
He closed his eyes, deep in thought.
Without warning.
Kratos suddenly caught a whiff of an indescribable, immensely comforting fragrance.
In an instant.
A fierce, colorful brilliance spread out, and a long sword appeared in Sefar's hand, the sword of the war god she had analyzed from Ares's spaceship.
Dragging him back, Sefar stood guard in front of Kratos.
In the dazzling chaotic space, fragrant winds drifted, and the enchanting cherry blossoms gently brushed down.
"If you want to go back, I can send you back, my Lord. But... you don't have to do such a difficult thing.
"Perhaps... you can stay and accompany Kiara?"
The woman's voice flowed slowly from the void, with a tone that seemed to make one's bones melt with its charm and allure.
The enchanting beauty draped in sheer gauze, holding an open scripture, slowly emerged from the void into this central space.
Her tall and voluptuous figure, only draped in green silk and translucent gauze, with horns atop her head drawing attention. There were no unnecessary decorations on her body, her slender waist only cinched with a trembling ribbon.
Her swaying waist was astonishingly slender, the breathtaking fullness of her chest was indescribably thrilling. The curves of her entire body seemed to entice madness.
Like an immaculate saint walking through the world of mortals.
Yet, with every frown and smile, her pure and enchanting beauty seemed to ignite desires in people's hearts, making them want to suppress her immediately and embark on conquest.
"Hello, my Lord, I am Sesshōin Kiara, also known as Moon Cell's administrator."
The unexpected guest Kiara smiled softly and charmingly.
"Our first meeting, in the future two thousand five hundred years later."
"The Book of Chaos has already recorded... the fate of yours. You will eventually become the ruler of chaos across all realms, the supreme, the ultimate, the perfect demon king, the one who destroys all crisis."
"But... such a fate is truly tiring, isn't it..."
Under Sefar's vigilant gaze.
Sesshōin Kiara touched her tender and moist lips, licked her fingertips, and the curve of her lips seemed endlessly charming.
"So, my Lord... would you consider... staying and accompanying Kiara?"
"After our parting, my Lord, Kiara was sent to Moon Cell two thousand five hundred years ago, waiting for your arrival."
"Yes, every being in this photonic crystals is a false spirit calculation."
"But... what does it matter if it's false? What does it matter if it's real?"
"All things are marked by emptiness, like a dream, like a bubble, like a dewdrop, like a flash of lightning..."
"You can live with me eternally, indulge in this eternal happiness."
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