Herta Space Station, Herta's office.
"My name is Felicity, no surname, just over seventeen years old. I'm a transmigrator, and also an Abundance Emanator."
"Of course, becoming an Abundance Emanator wasn't due to any grand ambitions of mine. Reaching such heights was purely because I didn't want to die. Or rather, the former me didn't want to die."
"When I first transmigrated to this world, I had the fortune to experience what it's like to be an ultimate life form, drifting through space—all that was missing was my favorite snack."
"Of course, at that time, I had no ability to survive in space. Never mind the deadly Imaginary energy, the vacuum alone was enough to finish off a poor ordinary girl like me."
"Fortunately, my deity, the Merciful Medicus—that is, the Aeon of Abundance—happened to pass by. It heard my desperate desire to live and asked me what level of power I wanted. Thinking it'd be good to ask for more as a safety net, I prayed, 'As much as you can give.'"
"I truly didn't expect it to grant my wish, instantly boosting an ordinary person like me to the level of an Emanator. Just like that, I became an Abundance Emanator without really understanding how."
"What I also didn't expect was that the transmigrator's cheat code activated at that moment."
"As a traveler from another world, my soul carries the essence of a higher-dimensional being. If this body, tainted by another realm, were to perish, my higher-dimensional soul would manifest, granting me the power to change the world."
"Hehehe, I don't eat beef."
"But the problem is, who can destroy this body that carries the Path of Abundance and is practically immortal?!"
Felicity put the final period on her sentence and closed her diary, turning to look at the girl sitting beside her.
"I'm done. We can start today's experiment now."
"My time is precious, and you've wasted eight minutes of it just to write that trashy novel of yours?"
A cute girl with smooth brown hair, dressed in an exquisite black-and-purple dress, stood with her hands on her hips, glaring at Felicity with an impatient expression.
Lady Herta, member #83 of the Genius Society, suspected to be one of the Erudition's Emanators, and the actual owner of the space station.
"This isn't fiction—it's my real experience, Herta. Denying it would mean denying everything in my past, you know?"
Felicity revealed a faint smile.
After becoming an Emanator of Abundance, Felicity drifted aimlessly through space for a long time due to her inability to control her powers.
Eventually, she encountered Herta.
She struck a deal with Herta: cooperate with her research in exchange for being killed.
"Your writing lacks any logical coherence. Aside from the part about paying homage to the Aeon of Abundance, the rest holds no credibility whatsoever."
Herta scoffed at Felicity's claims.
Felicity didn't have a habit of keeping a diary, but before and after Herta's experiments on her, she would secretly take out a notebook and write something down.
Herta had initially wondered if this Emanator of Abundance, who suddenly requested a method to kill her, had some ulterior motive. But after reading her notes, Herta immediately dismissed the thought.
"I still have some interest in you left, so I'm willing to indulge you for now. You should be thanking me. Having me help you is a service even the Interastral Peace Corporation can't buy with money. Do you understand?"
"Yes, yes, I understand, Lady Herta, who still hasn't found a way to kill me after 114 experiments."
Felicity replied dismissively.
"To be precise, it's not that I can't kill you—I just need a little more time to conduct some research using your body. Frankly, I'm almost losing interest in you."
Herta shrugged, wearing a smug expression. "This time, I'll definitely finish you off."
"Oh?"
Felicity perked up with interest.
Though Herta was often unreliable, she rarely lied to Felicity. If she said she could kill her, she must have found some method.
"Don't underestimate me. Emanators are, after all, just beings favored by Aeons. Think of a Path as a reservoir. An Emanator is like someone the Aeon has granted permission to open the floodgates for. As long as we find a way to block that gate, the blessings of Abundance on you will naturally dissipate. At that point, you'll truly die."
Herta crossed her arms, her deliberately calm expression unable to hide the pride in her tone. Finding a way to sever an Emanator's connection to their Path—truly, only she could accomplish such a feat.
"Really?"
Felicity blinked, the corners of her lips curling up even more, her eyes curving into a lovely crescent as she leaned closer to Herta and whispered softly,
"So, when do we start the experiment?"
"Don't get so close to me."
Herta feigned disgust and pushed Felicity away, only to find that her puppet's strength couldn't budge the Emanator of Abundance. She rolled her eyes in resignation. "I've left you some time. You can go say goodbye to the other researchers."
Even a great scientist with no empathy didn't mind giving others a little time to tie up loose ends.
"Completely unnecessary!"
Felicity's smile carried a hint of anticipation.
"Suit yourself."
Herta shrugged indifferently and nodded. After all, she had only mentioned it in passing.
But seeing Felicity's expectant expression, Herta still couldn't resist asking the question she had posed countless times before.
"I truly don't understand—as an Emanator of Abundance, why are you so determined to die?"
"Haven't I told you many times? Once I die, I'll be able to ascend."
Felicity's smile carried a hint of slyness as she reached out and gently pinched Herta's soft cheek.
It had to be said, even though this was just one of the over two hundred puppets created by Black Tower, the delicate texture was impeccable—truly exceptional.
"Tch."
Herta, however, seemed long accustomed to Felicity's nonsensical talk and irreverent actions. She impatiently swatted Felicity's hand away, then turned around and casually retrieved an item from the display cabinet.
The object resembled a miniature gachapon machine, except its contents had been replaced by a brain. Encased in several fine metal threads, the brain stood at the center of the mechanism.
"One of my collections—the "Cognito Invalidater" Codebuilder. It's said that whoever activates it will instantly lose all their energy, forced to spew out chaotic, meaningless, yet unbearably noisy thoughts like vomiting."
Herta narrowed her eyes slightly as she looked at Felicity beside her.
Yet, Felicity's expression remained solely one of anticipation.
She gazed at Black Tower, flashing a radiant smile, just as she had when they first met, and said:
"Then, please kill me, Miss Herta."