Xianzhou, Luofu, Shackling Prison.
The curtain fell on everything.
Leon didn't bother greeting anyone else.
After writing Baiheng's ending using "The Enigmata," he returned from "Terminus."
To change Baiheng's ending, Shuhu wasn't the only point that needed addressing.
There was also the issue of the naturally short lifespan of Foxians; this problem had to be solved as well.
Fortunately, for Leon, this wasn't a difficult task.
The solution was simple: wouldn't it be fine if he... if Baiheng ascended to beco a High Elder?
That is, to make the Transmutation Arcanum succeed.
Dan Feng is a hopelessly obsessive man. No matter the cause of Baiheng's death, as long as she died, he would resort to dragon-transformation to connect with her brain, reviving her to replace his own thinking.
Regardless of which of the High-Cloud Quintet died, he would ignore all dissuasion and willfully have his way.
Therefore, both Baiheng and Yingxing had to be dealt with.
Yingxing was easy to solve. Leon could sense the Causality of the future "Shuhu" upon him.
Since Shuhu was already dead, he just needed to replace Him.
Leon had already made his move when he intercepted the Black Sun earlier, dropping a blessing to turn this Yingxing into a long-life species.
As for Baiheng's lifespan, of course, it could also be solved directly with this thod.
But to modify an ending, it is always better to follow the events that would occur along the original "Causality Line."
The Transmutation Arcanum—making it succeed wasn't difficult.
It was simply a matter of him using "The Enigmata" to plan the ending, and then turning fiction into reality.
The Vidyadhara would probably go crazy if they heard this.
If they didn't ask Leon eight hundred tis a day how he did it, it would count as them having the patience to sit still.
The main thing was, even if he told them, they couldn't replicate it no matter what.
How to turn fiction into reality? Well, how else could one turn fiction into reality?
In one sentence:
All consequences, all prices, he would shoulder them alone.
He took all the "Causality" of bad endings related to Baiheng onto himself. Simply put, it was a contest of whose destiny was harder.
If the destiny of a bad ending could truly be harder than Leon's, then it would be impressive.
A re Transmutation Arcanum is not the Aeon of "The Permanence."
If it could be harder than Leon, harder than "Fuli," harder than an "Aeon."
Then count it as truly impressive, alright?
Naturally, if it wasn't harder than Leon, then what remained for Baiheng could surely only be a good ending.
In the final analysis, this was still a case of raw stats brute-forcing the outco.
That was why Leon said those Vidyadhara couldn't replicate it.
They didn't have those stats, you know?
It wasn't that Leon did sothing specific to complete the Transmutation Arcanum, but because he was Leon, he could accomplish the completion of the Transmutation Arcanum.
Can you shoulder soone else's life?
Go on, let shoulder a few.
In short, everything could be said to be proceeding steadily under Leon's arrangent.
There was absolutely no need to worry about anything.
Oh right, also, he didn't touch Dan Feng's "Causality."
Incidentally, the past possesses a so-called historical self-correction. If Leon didn't actively interfere, the things that should happen would happen later due to other reasons.
For example, Dan Feng's molting rebirth, and the loss of the Dragon Preceptors' inheritance, and so on.
"General Leon?"
Jing Yuan, who had waited bitterly without leaving, tentatively called out upon seeing the familiar back.
"What is it?"
Leon turned his head, discovering that Jing Yuan actually hadn't left yet.
"You haven't left? What, waiting for to eat?"
"If General Leon is truly willing to give this opportunity, that would be my honor."
"No need, I have my own cook."
Leon waved his hand, indicating he was just saying it.
"Pay more attention to signs of the Dragon Lady recently."
After speaking, he turned and walked past Jing Yuan, departing.
"Dragon Lady?"
Jing Yuan was confused in his heart; why would he suddenly ntion a Dragon Lady at this ti?
Looking at his retreating back, Jing Yuan could not get an answer.
However, Leon was always right; he wouldn't harm him.
So since he had spoken, Jing Yuan just had to obediently execute it.
Xianzhou Luofu, Aurous Alley.
A plain, unremarkable house was the residence of the current High Elder of the Luofu.
Dan Heng hated others looking at him as Dan Feng.
So he specifically moved out to live here, not residing in Scalegorge Waterscape like those previous High Elders.
Dan Heng would only go to Scalegorge Waterscape when dealing with official business.
He didn't wish to have too much entanglent with it; he only wanted to obediently repay Dan Feng's debt and then roam the ends of the world.
Just as Dan Heng finished a day of busy work and was preparing to return to his room to rest.
[Go to Scalegorge Waterscape!]
An urgent male voice suddenly sounded in his head.
[Go to Scalegorge Waterscape! Go quickly!]
The male voice beca increasingly urgent, but Dan Heng frowned.
"Why should I listen to you?"
Dan Heng certainly recognized this voice. Previously in the Shackling Prison, he would often dream of his past life.
And this voice in his head was no different from the one in his dreams; the identity need not be said.
It was exactly his past life ntioned by Jing Yuan: Dan Feng.
[Go to Scalegorge Waterscape, I beg you...]
The man's voice contained a hint of pleading.
This made Dan Heng lose his composure for a mont. Would the high-and-mighty High Elder also have such humble monts?
Dan Heng was silent for a while.
Afterwards, he took a step forward.
"Just this once."
He spoke thus to the voice in his head, walking in the direction of Scalegorge Waterscape.
The Galaxy, so unknown star system.
The Stellaron Hunters, having just completed another mission according to their superior's orders.
At this mont, in the imdiate aftermath of the mission.
They were enjoying the brief happy ti that would always exist after every mission ends.
"Here, for you. A small gift."
A beautiful woman with wine-red hair tied in a high ponytail, wearing small sunglasses on her head, handed out an exquisite rectangular packaging box. The recipient of the gift was the silver robot beside her, who was much taller than her.
"...For ?"
The robot known as Sam took the box. That magnetic male voice, which carried a chanical accent and not a shred of emotion, asked with a bit of uncertainty.
"Mm-hmm~"
Kafka humd lightly in reply, as if saying: need you ask?
"What's inside?"
Sam weighed it; under intentional control, the movents were very light.
As if afraid that one careless move would break the gift soone else gave.
"Hmm~ A lipstick."
Kafka tapped her chin lightly with her index finger, answering softly.
"A light pink color. It looks very nice and has a bit of a peach scent, just like jelly."
She looked back, revealing a beaming smile toward the tall and mighty knight.
"I think it suits you very well, my little Firefly."
"...Lipstick?"
Firefly was stunned for a mont, and then ca incomprehension.
"Giving this... Kafka, are you serious?"
The ch's male voice held a bit of obvious confusion; the pilot inside didn't feel she had any use for it.
"Hmm? If a girl of tender age doesn't take advantage of her flowing years to dress herself up..."
Kafka didn't think so, still smiling on her face.
"Wouldn't that be a waste of a 'Pure Beauty' gift?"
She actually felt Firefly would definitely use it.
"My little Firefly, I believe you will definitely find a use for it."
After finishing, Kafka said "Ah," thinking of a suggestion.
"Why don't you try it right now?"
She looked at Sam with expectant eyes.
"Let see how the color turns out, and if it fits."
"...Better... forget it..."
Firefly hesitated for a mont, seemingly also yearning for the scene Kafka described.
A normal girl's life.
"You know my condition."
But she rejected it in the end, suppressing the impulse that surfaced for that instant.
Firefly is an artificial human.
She is a pri body created by an empire nad Glamoth using "The Propagation" genes, and simultaneously a pilot of a war weapon specialized against the Swarm.
Their existence is called the Glamoth Iron Cavalry.
But the matter of recklessly engaging in "The Propagation" certainly couldn't be spread. You secretly researched "The Propagation" and even created a legion capable of mass production on an assembly line.
If this matter spread, the Corporation would be breathing fire.
The harm brought by the Swarm Disaster is still vivid in mory to this day.
If the Corporation knew you were engaging in "The Propagation," they would send troops to your doorstep the very next mont.
Counting every single one, they would slaughter them all.
So, to avoid this ending, absolutely no wind of this matter could be allowed to leak out.
With the colossus of the Corporation overhead, it led those beasts of Glamoth to want to pull up their pants and deny anyone.
They prepared to destroy all the Iron Cavalry after solving the Swarm disaster.
Absolutely leaving no traces.
Thus, for this purpose, Glamoth left a backdoor.
The Glamoth Iron Cavalry, these artificial weapons, all had defects at the genetic level.
This defect is nad "Entropy Loss Syndro."
Even in the present where Glamoth has long since perished due to an accident, this illness still remains in Firefly.
"Entropy Loss Syndro" has no cure; even the divine power of "The Abundance" might not necessarily be able to handle it.
Unless "Yaoshi" Himself took action personally, then perhaps there might be a glimr of hope.
Although there are no curative ans at this stage, there are suppressive ans.
Otherwise, Firefly would have died long ago.
[Firefly Type-IV Strategic Assault ch]
The formal na of the Firmant Front's Glamoth Iron Cavalry.
But now, in this vast galaxy, it has a more familiar na.
—Stellaron Hunter, Sam.
It is not only a combat tool but also a "dical Cabin" for people like Firefly.
Inside this armor, acting within this armor.
Although Firefly's "Entropy Loss Syndro" cannot be cured, the erosion brought by "Entropy Loss Syndro" can be greatly alleviated and inhibited.
Conversely, if she acts in human form.
Then the erosion of "Entropy Loss Syndro" on her would greatly accelerate, quickly leading her to the end.
Just like the na she bestowed upon herself.
Firefly, a glimr of light that vanishes in an instant.
So, for Firefly, every appearance in human form is burning her own life.
Firefly looked at the gift gifted by her friend in her hand, falling into a long silence.
She turned her head.
She looked at the hacker girl beside her, who had her hands clasped behind her head, a single drill-curl ponytail tied up, emitting slight chewing sounds from her mouth from ti to ti, blowing a bubble and quickly retracting it.
"What are you looking at for? You don't want to regift it to , do you?"
Silver Wolf, sensing the gaze, turned her head with an expression that said 'You aren't joking, are you?'.
"Do I look like the kind of person who would use this stuff?"
Silver Wolf wasn't idle enough to reach the point of applying lipstick to dress herself up.
"You might as well look at her."
She cast her gaze toward another person, signaling Firefly to switch targets.
"Compared to , she is the more suitable recipient for the gift, right?"
"Hmm? What do you an?"
The girl with gray waist-length hair beside them felt puzzled by the gazes cast by the two.
She wore the sa style of sunglasses as Kafka, only Kafka wore them on her head, while this one wore them on her eyes. Although it was sowhat comical.
But one could tell from her face that she was a beauty in the making.
Of course, provided she didn't speak.
"Just sar it on Sam, what's the big deal."
Stelle didn't think this was anything to agonize over. Is lipstick such an inconvenient object?
Firefly fell silent; she couldn't even find words to retort.
"Well said. Galgas need players like you with novel angles."
Silver Wolf snapped her fingers, expressing agreent with this.
"Galgas aren't like this, I don't accept it!"
As a master who played that gacha ga among ten thousand flowers and achieved the single route, Stelle modestly calling herself a Galga Master was absolutely no problem.
"Stelle, you've learned bad things from Silver Wolf."
Sam's spoken male voice carried a bit of a little girl's helplessness.
"Don't slander . I saw that Silver Wolf is a minor at a glance; I used Kafka's ID."
Stelle indicated that Silver Wolf looked like a minor; with the health system in place, how could she be led astray?
Fortunately, she had the foresight to use Kafka's ID card.
"Hehe."
Stelle thought she was smart, but actually, Silver Wolf had been teasing her from start to finish.
A wanted criminal engaging in real-na internet verification?
Don't make your Sister Wolf laugh; Stelle definitely used a fictional identity she created with Aether Editing.
"Well, when it cos down to it, Firefly feels she can't use it. Isn't it just because she hasn't t that person who makes her want to dress up in full regalia for him?"
"It'll be fine once you et him."
"Chat with him more, both sides grind favorability, occasionally exchange gifts out of courtesy, have so special interactions during special programs, and finally sprout feelings during so mysterious event. Then you will subconsciously want to dress up in full regalia."
"Let alone lipstick, you'll pile everything on."
"Finally, show him your special CG!"
Stelle spoke with deep significance, starting with long, complex sentences.
"Are you really a genius?"
Silver Wolf chid in with her, like teasing a child.
"Damn, why didn't you say so earlier!"
Stelle also felt she was a genius; it was truly a loss that Nous didn't invite her into the Genius Society.
Looking at the two living treasures, Firefly sighed in her heart.
She'd better keep it herself; after all, it was a kind intention from soone else.
Moreover... perhaps it was truly as Kafka said.
Maybe there would really be a day when she had a use for it.
"Brother Blade is a bit too quiet today, isn't he?"
Stelle sensed sothing was wrong. Usually, no matter how quiet Blade was, he would occasionally utter a few sentences.
Today, there wasn't a single one. Sothing was wrong!
"Blade?"
Kafka frowned; the Spirit Whisper she placed on Blade had suddenly lost effectiveness.
What happened?
Everyone's attention was attracted, looking in unison at the man who had fallen to the very end of the team at so unknown ti.
"Huff... huff..."
Blade gasped for breath, his hand clutching tightly at where his heart was.
Just by looking, one could clearly perceive that he was in great pain.
"Blade, is your Mara acting up again?"
Kafka walked toward him, preparing to check what exactly was going on with his condition.
Blade did not reply; he only felt his consciousness blurring.
His heart suddenly felt sowhat unbearable.
In a trance, he saw that Emanator of "The Abundance" suddenly appear before his eyes once again.
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