"Grr… that useless human, how dare she take a picture of this queen!" Sirin growled as she glared at March's back, who slowly disappeared in the distance.
"What's wrong with it, it's actually pretty, Sirin." Solomon gazed at the photo in his hand, a gentle smile occupied his face, while Sirin growled.
"It's not about pretty or anything! It's about her taking a picture of me without my consent." she huffed, and then gazed at the photo on Solomon's hand.
"Sure, sure. Let's go, this place has an interesting place to see. I bet you're gonna love it, Sirin." Sirin didn't reply, instead she merely nodded, while Bella growled meekly at Solomon's words, seemingly understanding what he said.
With that said, Solomon and Sirin roamed the space station, fascinated by its high technology that surpasses in his world.
"Interesting… this place feels like a galactic sci-fi movie that Fujimaru always watches." Solomon said to himself, taking every structure to his mind.
Just as he was about to immerse himself, the Space Station violently shook as the red light and alarm rang.
"Attention! Attention! Please head towards the Master Control Zone! I repeat, please head towards the Master Control Zone!" The speaker came to life, as the researchers panicked and immediately ran away, heading towards the Master Control Zone.
Just then, a rift manifested into the air, as a black humanoid-like monster appeared. A blade attached to the back of their hands, as it moved towards the researcher who was close to it.
"Anti-matter legion?!" Before he can respond, the blade is already near to his neck. He closed his eyes, bracing the impact or maybe, he will not be able to feel the impact the moment the blade meets his neck.
"Zoomp!"
A loud bang echoed to his air, his shut eye furrowed yet after a moment of waiting, the pain did not appear. He opened his eyes and there, his eyes bulged as the Anti-matter skewered by light particles in the metal wall.
"Go, I'll handle everything here." A voice from behind appeared, he snapped his head and saw him, tan skin, tattoo that shows on his forearm, his long white messy hair unkept. While he was holding a child, no older than a 14 years old, purple hair, bright orange yet golden eyes shaped like a star.
Before he could snap from his turmoil, the man already took a step forward and then, another Voidrangers appeared; Reavers. 10 Reavers came out from the rift, and directly rushed towards the man.
"Look out!" He shouted out, his voice rang like a desperate attempt to warn the man. Yet his shout was nothing but a futile warning, because a light condensed into a singular place and slowly shaped into a small spear no bigger than a knife.
"Impossible! Light can't materialize in the physical realm—photons have no mass! What kind of absurdity is this?!" The man widened his eyes in disbelief, the light, an element that doesn't exist in the physical realm; a light itself had taken its form!
It immediately pummeled the Reavers into another metal wall before it died out, leaving only a small particle of light in its trail.
"Go now." The man said to him, snapping out from absurdism he just saw, he immediately ran away but not before giving a one last warning.
"G-got it! Take care of yourself too, I'll call for the reinforcer to help you out!" Before disappearing from the distance, leaving Solomon and Sirin alone.
"What do you think?" Solomon asked Sirin, giving her a quick look.
"About what?" She responded to him, having no idea what he was talking about.
"I mean, do you want to roam here or stick with me? After all, I still need to save other survivors." Solomon fully turned his head at Sirin, giving her a gentle look.
"I still don't understand why you tend to save anyone the moment you're at the center of chaos." Sirin sighed hopelessly at him, her gaze firm and nodded her head,
"Go on, save those humans and leave me here. I'll just roam here until I find something interesting that is worth my attention." Sirin jumped from Solomon's arm, instead of falling down, she merely floated at the space and once again used her law to hover.
"Got it. If you need anything, just call me, okay?"
"Okay, big brother." Sirin nodded at Solomon's word before he took a step forward and disappeared.
"Sigh, Bella, look at big brother, so desperate to save them despite not knowing each other." Sirin squeezed Bella's body like a stuffed toy, before moving around.
"Rowr…" it gave a meek roar to Sirin who gently smiled before going her way. She roamed her way through every corner she could find, until something interesting caught her eyes. A white armor humanoid-like monster hovering above the ground and a massive centaur like monster, wearing green and gray armour.
"Hm… I wonder what that is," Sirin said silently, before snorting at them. She moved towards them, alerting the monsters. It turned their head at Sirin before the centaur rushed towards her and the monster who hovered in the air used an energy blast towards her.
"Useless!" Sirin snorted and with that said, countless wormhole appeared before them, a lance like object came out and,
"BOOM!" The void lances pummeled them relentlessly; their bodies cracked under the pressure before a portal swallowed half of them whole, snapping shut in an instant.
It falls down as half of its body is gone, cleanly cut without a crust to its edge.
"Hah! Even a Honkai beast is much stronger than this!" She snorted loudly-triumphantly, and followed Bella's roar like praising her.
She continued to move, impaling, using a wormhole to cut their body or make them teleport to the nearest star or something which Sirin did not bother to think where to send them.
Until she arrived at the computer room or perhaps a laboratory? Who knows, Sirin doesn't know what this is other than impaling the monster.
She floated next to the computer, and something on the screen caught her eye. Curious, she reached out and touched the monitor—only for nothing to happen.
"Tch, what kind of nonsense is this? Move!" Sirin muttered, tapping it relentlessly. Her brows furrowed as her patience thinned by the second.
"You…!" She growled, ready to tear the thing apart, but before she could, Bella leapt from her shoulder onto the desk. The little dragon accidentally nudged the mouse, and to Sirin's surprise, the cursor moved.
Blinking, she stared at it, then slowly grasped the mouse and gave it an experimental slide.
A grin of pure triumph spread across her face. "So this is how you control it!" She clicked on an icon she found interesting. After a few seconds, the loading screen faded—and a game appeared.
———
Moments later, Sirin was completely immersed, eyes darting across the screen, utterly focused.
"Oh my, Silver Wolf. Looks like someone came to us first," a melodic voice spoke from behind her.
"I know, Kafka. Seriously, is this part of the script too?" replied a younger voice with a bored drawl.
Sirin paid them no mind, too absorbed in her game to even glance back.
Kafka and Silver Wolf exchanged a look, then went about their task.
"Silver Wolf, I see no storage room here. Thoughts?" Kafka asked as she explored the lab, her steps light, her tone amused.
"According to the script, it should be here…" Silver Wolf said, tapping away at her device.
Kafka smiled knowingly. "A crude yet applaudable way to hide something dangerous—conceal it where no one bothers to look."
Their gazes turned toward the massive main screen. It flickered, then a hole shimmered open.
"Figured. Seriously, this type of system is way too easy to hack. I bet Herta's network is just as fragile," Silver Wolf said smugly.
"Careful, Wolfy. It might bite you back~" Kafka teased as she stepped closer to the breach.
"There it is—the Stellaron. Do your thing, Silver Wolf."
Kafka retrieved the orb pulsing faintly in her hand. Moments later, a glitched silhouette materialized: short gray hair, long black coat with yellow straps, white shirt beneath, brown pants, and black shoes.
"How much does he remember?" Kafka asked as she gazed at the flickering man.
"Not much."
"Good enough." Kafka pressed the Stellaron into his chest. "Time to wake up~"
The man fell to the floor with a dull thud.
Sirin, finally losing her game in the most humiliating way, lifted her head—only to notice the lab now bathed in dim light, with only her monitor and the large central screen still glowing.
She floated closer, peering through the flickering light at the trio ahead.
"Hey, what are you two doing?" she asked.
The two women turned their heads.
"My, look who finally noticed us~" Kafka said sweetly, much to Sirin's irritation.
"Give us a minute and I'll answer your question."
Sirin huffed, arms crossed. "This woman… sly like a fox. A fox is indeed a fox."
"What are you sighing for, dude?" Silver Wolf asked casually, blowing a bubble with her gum.
"First of all, I'm not your dude! Second, don't call me that—and third, who do you think you're calling dude!?" Sirin snapped, her voice echoing across the room.
"Bruh, you need to chill." Silver Wolf tapped away on her device, not even looking at her.
"...Bruh?" Sirin's face twitched. "YOU! Stop calling me that, you despicable human being! If you do it again, I'll kill you!"
Silver Wolf stared at her in silence for a beat. Then, smirked.
"Dude."
A chill filled the air. Sirin froze, murderous intent flashing in her eyes.
"I warned you once! You've abused my patience! Die—!"
"Alright, you two," Kafka interrupted, sighing in amusement. "Enough with the childish bickering."
"Childish?! Who are you calling childish!?" Sirin yelled, completely proving her point.
Kafka chuckled softly. "Anyway, to answer your question—we're Stellaron Hunters. What do you think?"
"'Stellaron Hunters,' huh? What a stupid name for such stupid people." Sirin crossed her arms, glaring at Silver Wolf with a huff.
Kafka only smiled, turning to leave. "We should get going. Oh, and do me a favor, will you? Watch over this child for a bit~"
"Wait—what? I'm not babysitting some random—"
But they were already gone.
"...BASTARDS!!" Sirin shouted, voice echoing through the lab.
Snorting, she opened a wormhole beneath the unconscious man, which promptly swallowed him whole.
"Not my problem," she muttered, floating back toward the desk. "I'm not taking care of random humans."
With a flick of her wrist, the screen lit up again.
And within seconds, Sirin was right back where she started—playing games like nothing ever happened.
—---------<(￣︶￣)>
Just like before, Solomon roamed the entire space station, saving a few people from the Anti-Matter Legion along the way.
When he arrived at the Master Control Zone, he was greeted by the sight of a frantic researcher doing their best to hold off the invasion.
The researcher gave Solomon's unusual clothes a quick, puzzled glance before returning to their work. Their hands flew across a transparent blue keyboard, typing so fast it looked almost like gibberish.
"They're truly busy... just like in Chaldea," Solomon thought to himself, a faint nostalgia stirring within him as he remembered his days as the head doctor of Chaldea.
Having no reason to linger, he was about to leave—until he caught sight of familiar faces. March, Dan Heng, and…
"So that's the destined one," Solomon mused silently.
"Mr. Solomon!" March's voice rang out, full of surprise.
"Ah, March. It's good to see you here," Solomon replied warmly, offering a gentle smile.
"Hm! The Anti-Matter Legion attacked out of nowhere, so we had to help Arlan," March said quickly, glancing toward Arlan, who was clutching his injured arm.
"I see. I'm glad you're all safe," Solomon said kindly.
Dan Heng, who had remained silent until then, finally spoke. His tone was calm but direct.
"Mr. Solomon, why are you here? As far as I know, we've never seen you during our past visits to Herta's Space Station."
Solomon chuckled softly. "That's true. I came to see Madam Herta. I was hoping to exchange a few relics from my world—she might find them interesting."
"A relic, huh?" Dan Heng nodded thoughtfully. "If it's Herta we're talking about, she'll definitely be interested. How about we go meet her together, Mr. Solomon? We also came to deliver some relics."
"Good idea, Dan Heng! What do you think, Caelus?" March chimed in enthusiastically.
"I don't mind," Caelus replied casually, his tone calm as ever.
Solomon couldn't help but let out a quiet chuckle.
"Then let's go meet up with Himeko first!" March said, already dashing ahead, with Caelus following at a more relaxed pace.
"Aren't you going to run after them, Dan Heng?" Solomon asked, watching the young man sigh in mild exasperation.
"No, thanks. I'd rather walk than match their level of enthusiasm," Dan Heng replied.
"I see. That fits your personality quite well, Dan Heng," Solomon said with an amused smile before taking the lead, his footsteps calm and measured as they headed.
[END]
A/N: Not gonna lie, I literally got nothing to write for the next chapter, but I have a feelings I'm about to write something so stupid... But yeah, don't mind it lol! (*´ω｀*)
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