章節 82: Chapter 82: Sirin's Second Battle, Complete Victory!
This is the fourth day Chase has spent on the space station, and also the second day since Sirin defeated Silver Wolf in PvP.
However, the number of days seems to have become less important today because after several days of research, Herta has finally discovered a way to bring Sirin into the real world.
Chase received the message from Herta and was ecstatic. He immediately leaped out of bed with a carp jump, startling Bella, who was happily watching cartoons on the side.
"Brother?" Bella tilted her head, her sapphire eyes full of confusion.
"Bella, give me a high-five! Something big is happening!" Chase seemed excited, and this joyous emotion infected Bella. Her face also blossomed into a smile.
"Queen-sama?! Hooray!" Bella abandoned the captivating cartoon she was watching and stood up without hesitation. The story seemed to be about an "immortal" descendant who was accidentally awakened by a pair of siblings, underwent some trials, and eventually lived happily together with the siblings.
Chase glanced at it briefly and found that the dragon form that the main character transformed into in the cartoon unexpectedly resembled Bella's coloring. He smiled, understanding why Bella liked it; after all, it had a strong immersive quality.
In the Stigma Space, Sirin's face was filled with a smile. She sat on the roof of her little house, swinging her small feet and humming a song.
Soon, she would be able to go out and play with her brother~
...
In Herta's office.
"Huh? So fast?" While processing data, Herta was surprised when Chase and Bella suddenly appeared in her office. She was sure there was no one here just a moment ago. Moreover, she didn't see Chase and Bella walk in through the door.
Teleportation? Herta speculated.
"Ahaha," Chase chuckled, "Herta, we're here."
"Let's get straight to the point. I won't waste much time," Herta nodded, straightforwardly, then pointed a finger in a direction of her office.
Chase and Bella followed Herta's gaze and were suddenly astonished.
There, standing distinctly, was a "Sirin."
Of course, this Sirin was not the same Sirin. The Sirin standing there, although identical in appearance and body shape to Sirin, had one key difference – her eyes were lifeless, lacking focus, as if...
"A puppet, right?" Herta seemed to read Chase's thoughts and directly spoke.
"You nailed it." Chase felt a slight warmth in the palm of his right hand, where the Stigma was, and thanked with a smile.
"Yeah yeah, I'll take your thanks," Herta seemed to be in a good mood, introducing her creation with some pride, "This body was made according to my puppet standards, but I made the joints more refined..."
"...Hey, what are you looking at?" Suddenly, her words stopped, and Herta's expression turned unfriendly.
"Why are you asking like that?" Chase was puzzled.
"Because it looks like this body is the same height as your puppet..." Chase hesitated to speak out the next words, as his intuition told him not to.
"Because this body looks as beautiful as your puppet, Herta." Chase praised.
"Stop flattering me," Herta sneered, turned her head, and looked at the body of Sirin. Walking up to it, she said, "I duplicated the Stigma from your body. Although it's a replica, I think it should be enough."
With that, Herta lifted the right hand of the body, revealing a pattern similar to Chase's Stigma.
"Try resonating with it." Herta said.
"How do I resonate?" Chase asked.
"I don't know." Herta said seriously, "If it resonates, then it's a success. If not, I'll try another approach."
Upon hearing Herta's Baidu-like standard answer, Chase indeed failed to control his facial nerves. His mouth twitched unconsciously, but he quickly recovered and nodded, "I'll give it a try."
So Chase closed his eyes and began trying to sense the aura of the replicated Stigma...
Suddenly, time and space collapsed, darkness descended, and Chase held his breath, trying to find the aura of the replicated Stigma in this darkness. But even with his bright eyes, he couldn't see any brilliance in this darkness.
"...Brother?" A familiar call suddenly woke him up. Before he could respond, he felt his body being suddenly hugged.
Opening his eyes, Chase found himself being embraced by a purple-haired girl. Without thinking, he knew it was Sirin; had her consciousness successfully transferred to another Stigma?
Why didn't he feel anything? Instantly, a sense of frustration arose in Chase's heart.
So, I'm not meant to experience it?
Chase smiled indulgently, patting Sirin's head unexpectedly, and found that the feeling was quite good. It was surprisingly similar to the feeling before. He couldn't help looking towards Herta, his eyes filled with respect and some other thoughts...
I wonder if Herta's head feels the same?
Certainly, when it comes to touching Herta's head, he doesn't dare; but just thinking about it in his heart, he not only dares but is quite bold!
After all, if you ignore the genius aura and puppet features in front of Herta, just in terms of height and appearance, it can be seen as a cute childhood friend...
Although she's an old lady who has lived for many Amber Ages. Chase couldn't help but complain in his heart.
Herta watched Chase's expression change from admiration to a complex mix of emotions, feeling somewhat uncomfortable. Although she didn't know what Chase was thinking, she just felt a bit annoyed for some reason.
"Cough." Herta's light cough startled Sirin, who had her head buried in Chase's chest. Suddenly realizing something, she wriggled out of Chase's arms like a frightened little rabbit.
Sirin looked at Herta with a slight blush on her face and thanked her, "Thank you, Lady Herta!"
"For a genius like me, it's nothing," Herta's expression softened, waving her hand, "How about it, is this body adapting well?"
After listening, Sirin tried moving a bit. Although she felt a bit awkward, overall, it was quite good. At least, there were no glitches that she imagined might occur due to her puppet nature.
"I initially tried using the genetic information stored in the Stigma to create a biological body. However, every time I installed the Stigma, that body was mysteriously damaged," Herta explained with a hint of regret, "There was no choice but to experiment with puppets. Surprisingly, the results turned out well."
With a slight smile, Herta then looked at Chase, saying, "It's because of this that I lost a set of materials for making puppets, some advanced nutrient solutions, and consumed some power of the 'Abundance' artifact, and..."
Chase's joyful expression disappeared instantly. His smile turned bitter, and his eyes became dim, as if shrouded in an indescribable sadness.
Finally, Herta finished a long list, delivering the final blow to Chase: "In any case, considering that you still have some research value, just give me a few million credits casually."
Chase looked at the sky. Truly, in this world, there is only one type of ailment—
The poverty disease.
Unfortunately, he, Chase, with righteousness and integrity, indeed couldn't come up with a single credit. He only had the Jarilo-VI Shield...
Not to mention that the Jarilo-VI Shield is not the universal currency of this world and cannot be directly used as equivalent credits. Even with just his money, he couldn't come up with a fraction of Herta's quote.
Chase once heard Stella talk about a person, Asta, the stationmaster of the Herta space station, who could assemble a Star Destroyer with just a month's pocket money...
He couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
Indeed, starving to death when poor, drowning when flooded.
...
Chase had forgotten how he returned to the train, but he still felt a bit dizzy. He sat on the sofa, lying ungracefully, one hand supporting his forehead, looking distressed.
There was no choice. The deal with Herta was just to find a solution, and Herta did find a solution, right? As for the cost of materials...
Unexpectedly, at the mention of money, he, at such a young age, was deeply in debt.
After Herta quoted the price, she found that Chase's expression was somewhat bitter. She tried to make Chase sign a series of unequal treaties to settle the debt.
But could Chase endure such injustice? He had just learned the art of evading.
Immediately, he called Stella, who was still running errands around the space station. The two looked at each other and were laughed at by Herta.
Without any other choice, two people couldn't even come up with five million.
Stella was also helpless. As a scavenger, where could she get so much money?
No way, Chase had to continue evading.
In the end, Welt came to help with the payment. Hail the almighty Eden Star!
"Chase, you seem to be in a bad mood," Himeko sat across from Chase, elegantly sipping her coffee, smiling.
"No, the mood is still good. After all, Sirin has indeed successfully come to reality," Chase took a sip of the plain water on hand, without any taste, "It's just that, there's a bit of complexity in my heart."
He sighed, "Perhaps this is what Master Hongyi calls a mix of joy and sorrow."
"Perhaps this word is indeed quite suitable for your current state," Himeko chuckled, then changed the subject, "By the way, where is Sirin?"
"Sirin?... She went out to play with Bella, she should be back soon," Chase said, looking out the window, not seeing the figures of the two sisters, feeling a bit helpless.
"Himeko, I'll go back to my room first. If you see Bella and Sirin, remember to ask them to find me," Chase stood up and said to Himeko.
"I think they will come to you without me saying anything," Himeko smiled.
Chase also smiled and walked back to his room.
That online friend named "Silver Wolf76," ever since losing the game, every time she logged in, she would receive an invitation for PvP.
The large amount of debt made Chase somewhat anxious. The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became. So, he decided not to think about it and directly find an online friend to play games!
Although escaping is shameful, it's quite effective.
So, Chase returned to his room, logged in directly, and found that the friend was online. He sent a private message directly.
[Sirin: Ready?]
After a while, the message from the other side arrived.
[Silver Wolf76: Not coming.]
[Sirin: ??? I won't use Sirin, come and fight!]
[Silver Wolf76: Really not coming, can't come.]
[Sirin: Can't handle the heat? then, I'll go on my own.]
At the same time, in a somewhat dim room because the lights were not turned on, Silver Wolf looked at the new message from Chase on the screen, unable to help but grit her teeth.
Endure!
After yesterday's match, out of curiosity, Silver Wolf directly investigated the opponent's IP information. Not checking, she wouldn't know; once checked, it turned out to be the Herta space station.
Could Silver Wolf endure this? She had long coveted the ether cards in the space station. This time, she caught the opportunity. As long as she could invade the friend's device, she could directly take advantage of the situation to invade the space station...
Just when Silver Wolf was getting ready to make a big move, Kafka suddenly sent a message, pouring cold water on the enthusiasm that had just ignited.
[Kafka: Darling, don't go for the idea of attacking the space station.]
[Silver Wolf: ?]
[Kafka: Elio said that.]
[Silver Wolf: ?!]
Originally, because of Kafka's evil kinks, Elios chose to help her predict the outcome of Silver Wolf's battle. Who knew that he unexpectedly predicted something 'pretty' big.
[Chase]
Unknown source, unknown abilities, and a future completely shrouded in mist, making Elios' predictions more and more unclear.
He seemed like a black hole, and wherever he went, all possibilities around him were devoured. It was as if light couldn't escape the gravitational pull of a black hole, and these possibilities were also unable to be predicted due to his influence.
In the vast canvas of countless possibilities painted by Elios' predictions, there was suddenly a black dot, and this black dot would expand every once in a while, making the future even more elusive.
He tried predicting Chase, but the result was disappointing. The other's fate was shrouded in a fog that Elios couldn't penetrate, making it impossible for him to obtain useful information.
[TN: Protected by Klein Moretti lol fogs and anti-scrying]
There were, however, some useless pieces of information.
[Bella's brother.]
[Sirin's brother.]
[Kiana's brother.]
Forget it, let's not look at the rest.
Before coming up with a solution, to reduce his interference with the original destiny, Elios could only let the Stellaron Hunters stay put and act according to the original plan. As for Silver Wolf, well, for now, he could only endure her grievances.
Thinking of Elios' gaze and looking at the mocking expression on Chase's screen, Silver Wolf gritted her teeth, silently remembering this debt.
In reality, don't let me catch you, otherwise, he'll know who's truly top dog of PVP!
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