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"Sorry, I can't let you in right now. She's really too weak..."

Janice firmly stood in front of Noah.

"Let him come in, Janice, I want to see him with my own eyes..." At that moment, Janice's expression suddenly changed, and she spoke softly.

Clearly, this was the other consciousness inside her speaking.

For reasons unknown, Janice housed two consciousnesses within her: one her own, and the other that of the Armor Kind. Both shared one physical body and could seamlessly switch between each other.

"But..." Janice was still somewhat apprehensive. The oppressive aura and perceived threat from Noah were simply too overwhelming, and she genuinely feared that Noah might kill the Armor Kind's true form.

"According to data predictions, there's only a 0.1% chance that the Apostle will kill me, it's alright, let him come in so we can have a proper talk."

"Alright then..." Janice hesitated for a moment but finally reluctantly agreed.