The wind of the underworld swept up the petals, circling and dancing around them like a silent blessing.
After the game, the three lay in the sea of flowers.
Oliver had his left arm around Polyxenia's shoulder and his right arm around Castorice's waist.
His jaw rested lightly on the soft crown of Castorice's head, his voice low and husky, carrying the relaxation of settled dust, yet clearly penetrating the intimate, seamless distance between the three of them: "Wait for me to return."
Those four words were like a brand, deeply etched into Castorice's chaotic heart.
Polyxenia tightened her arms, holding him even closer.
Her gaze met his deep eyes.
There was no sadness in that look, only a clear tenderness.
Polyxenia's lips curved into a bright arc, her voice soft yet firm:
"We will wait for you forever."
Dark blue petals drifted down silently, adorning Castorice's loose hair and settling on their shoulders.
Under the eternal curtain of stars in the underworld sky, three hearts entwined in a strange and intimate manner on the eve of parting.
The boundless sea of flowers silently bore witness to this fleeting yet eternal moment.
Time flew by in an instant.
Twenty-four hours were completely spent in their games.
Oliver vanished right out of the sisters' embrace, as if he had never been there.
Only the Blessing of Abundance in their lower abdomen proved that he had intruded into the sisters' lives.
[script: Castorice, Complete!]
... In reality, at the Herta Space Station.
The Herta had already returned from the Path's Rift.
After searching for quite a while, she truly couldn't find any trace of Oliver.
The machine head showed no sign of appearing either, let alone responding to her.
"How did that guy manage it? Why did the machine head respond to him so easily? And I've never heard the name Oliver before."
Herta muttered to herself, completely baffled.
the fourth mirror timidly said from the side, "Ms. Herta, is it possible that guy possesses a special method to communicate with Aeons?"
"Otherwise, why would Nous ignore the great Envoy of Knowledge, Ms. Herta, and respond instead to a nobody?"
Herta's eyes lit up upon hearing this. "You have a point. In that case, did you record an image of Oliver just now?"
the fourth mirror replied, "Of course, beautiful Ms. Herta, I recorded it. Look how handsome he is! That looks must be worth at least ten thousand points! Oh! Of course, that's less than one ten-thousandth of yours."
Herta now carefully examined Oliver's appearance.
He was undeniably handsome; she couldn't find fault with his looks.
It was just his clothes-shredding behavior that was utterly appalling.
Yet, it was precisely this hooligan who could easily attract the attention of an Aeon, which was ridiculous and defied all reason.
"the fourth mirror, send Oliver's image to the Company. Leave a message asking them to help me find this person, and specifically emphasize that he is a friend of Herta, Member 83 of the Genius Society. Tell them to be extremely polite. Contact me immediately if he is found."
"Understood! Ms. Herta, executing now!"
Soon, Herta's message reached the Company headquarters.
Headquarters executives quickly relayed Herta's request, instructing everyone to keep an eye out for the handsome guy named Oliver.
Herta was, after all, a genius who cooperated closely with the Company and held extremely high value for them.
Such a small request didn't even require the Company's consideration.
Shortly after.
A Company executive sent a communication to Herta.
the fourth mirror's function allowed for real-time communication, serving as a cell phone.
Ms. Herta, we have distributed Oliver's image as requested. Do you have any further specific information? Such as his current galaxy, planet name, or coordinates?
Herta: "Uh, no. Just search using his face and name."
She thought for a moment; she really hadn't asked for any extra information earlier.
She had only heard his name, heard he came to make friends, and then, being angry, she immediately confronted him.
Then Oliver met the Aeon, and the two of them went off to chat privately. Alas~
Understood, Ms. Herta. The Company will do its best to fulfill your request.
Incidentally, there is some bad news we need to inform you of: the Company headquarters account has been hacked. The culprit is suspected to be the Stellaron Hunter, Silver Wolf.
The culprit breached the firewall designed by you and Mr. Screwllum, stealing two hundred billion Company credits. The Company hopes you can come perform maintenance and updates as soon as possible, preferably increasing the technical complexity.
"What?!"
Herta's voice rose by three octaves.
"The Stellaron Hunter, Silver Wolf, breached the firewall created by Screwllum and me?"
"No, from what you're saying, are you holding me accountable?"
"No, Ms. Herta, you've misunderstood. I'm merely stating facts, and not emphasizing that your firewall was breached."
"Are you sure it's the Stellaron Hunters? That little girl, it's impossible for her to break through my firewall. She must have had help!"
Ms. Herta said with certainty.
She wasn't unfamiliar with that little hacker who always came looking for trouble.
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She had some skill, but it was absolutely impossible for her to break through her and Screwllum's technology.
The company even had another Mysterious genius who reinforced the defenses; Silver Wolf alone simply couldn't have done it.
Who on earth is so skilled?
Ms. Herta walked to the window, gazing at the cosmic galaxy.
Now, there was one more person she was extremely concerned about.
Oliver, who summoned a Stellarons, and the Mysterious person who broke through the firewalls of three geniuses.
Just as Ms. Herta was discussing with the company's executives,
a person appeared in the hall behind her.
Oliver looked around, thinking that he had indeed returned to the starting point.
He saw Ms. Herta ten meters away, standing by the window, gazing at the universe, seemingly murmuring into a phone call.
Next to her was a mirror.
"I won't disturb her for now. Let me check my system first."
Oliver opened the system panel to check the information.
"host: Oliver"
"Entry: Shed Armor, Guaranteed Hit, Bandage"
"Dependents: Tiresias 1, Mothes 1, Fei Xiao 1, Yueyu 1, Castorice 1, Polyxenia 0"
"script: 0"
"Resurrect Dependents"
"It seems the part where the script affects reality doesn't include Little Polyxia."
Oliver knew that the script could affect reality, but only partially, and it was random.
Fortunately, Polyxenia was already a dependent and could be resurrected.
He clicked [Resurrect Dependents]. At this moment, he should have shouted: Resurrect, ****!
At the same time.
Amphoreus, Okhema.
Aglaea and Tribbie stood by Castorice.
Tiresias had split again, sending others to help, leaving only Tribbie to relay messages.
"Xiao Die's sleep is longer than my last time. Does that mean she spent more time with Oliver than I did?"
In Tribbie's innocent tone, there was even a hint of sourness.
"I don't know either. Perhaps she encountered more trouble?"
Aglaea thought for a moment and could only give a perfunctory answer.
"I wonder if Xiao Die will be like me."
Tribbie sighed again.
Aglaea fell silent, not daring to respond with a single word.
She didn't know how to answer that question.
She had never been in love. Maybe she could answer it after experiencing it one day.
Of course, that was a luxury. Her humanity had been worn away, and she couldn't feel even a trace of romantic affection. It was impossible for her to fall in love in her lifetime...