"What?"
Everyone was startled by the news.
There wasn't a Chrysos Heir who didn't know Kainisi of the Senate.
It could be said that she had always stood on the front lines, opposing the Chrysos Heirs.
Senator Kainisi had been quite effective in her affairs in Okhema City and had a large number of followers.
Many believed that Kainisi would use the accumulated resources in her hands to change the current situation where the Chrysos Heirs held real power, and reshape Okhema's political ecosystem.
To say it without exaggeration, Kainisi was the biggest obstacle to the flame chase journey in Okhema.
And now you're telling me she suddenly died?
For a moment, Aglaea didn't know whether to be surprised, happy, or confused.
"Why didn't my Golden Silk—"
Aglaea spoke half a sentence before immediately understanding.
It wasn't that she couldn't sense the situation in the Senate, but that she had grown weaker. She hadn't even sensed such a major event immediately.
Instead, others had come to inform her.
So, Aglaea composed herself and focused on sensing the Senate.
Finally, she heard sounds.
"Quick, someone! Lady Kainisi has been murdered! 03 Seal off the entire area!"
"How could she just suddenly die out of nowhere?"
"Investigate immediately! Poison or curse, or Aglaea's Golden Silk! Everything must be thoroughly investigated!"
"This is bad! This is bad! Another Senator has suddenly died!"
"My teacher also suddenly died! Quick, someone help!"
"What on earth happened?! Why are they dropping dead one after another?!"
"It must be the Chrysos Heirs, it must be Aglaea who did it! If she didn't do the dirty deed, I'll eat shit upside down!"
Aglaea heard the chaos in the Senate.
One death notice after another arrived.
Yes, why exactly was this happening?
"I've heard news from the Senate. Most of the Senate members have suddenly died, and some hereditary members have also passed away. The specific reason is unclear, it was very sudden."
Aglaea relayed the news to everyone.
"Good riddance! Now no one will obstruct the flame chase journey anymore."
Mydei clapped his hands in delight.
He had been displeased with that old fogey for a long time.
Phainon frowned. "Why is that? Will the Chrysos Heirs end up like this too?"
He was very worried, afraid of seeing his friends suddenly drop dead.
His dream was to save everyone.
"We don't know either."
Tribbie shook her head like a rattle-drum.
The other Little Tribbie sisters were equally unaware.
Only Castorice weakly raised her hand. "Um, I think it might be related to Oliver."
Everyone's eyes fell on her. "Tell us more?"
Castorice honestly explained: "In a dream, Oliver destroyed the Senate for my sake. However, that was the Senate from a thousand years ago, not the current one. I feel like there might be some connection?"
Actually, she wasn't sure; her intuition just told her so.
Polyxenia had the same thought.
Everyone fell into contemplation.
Destroying the Senate—what a ruthless method.
There are so many people in the Senate; he just killed them?
It sounded similar to the dictator in Okhema's history—Khelidra.
Those who disobeyed were dealt with; a single person dictating everything.
"Events in a dream, and ones that happened a thousand years ago at that—can they really cause people to suddenly die now? That's too ridiculous."
Phainon found it hard to believe.
If this were true, how could anyone play the game?
Oliver alone could achieve Deliverance directly; there would be no need for the Chrysos Heirs at all.
"Currently, we have no other hypothesis, so we can only proceed with this deduction for now. As for the principle, we can ignore it; the urgent task is to seize power back from the Senate and continue the flame chase journey."
Aglaea decided to take people to check on those political rivals.
And take advantage of their weakness to finish them off.
"As for the two of you," Aglaea looked at Castorice and Polyxenia, "I think you need some private time, so you don't need to participate in this operation."
She arranged everything and led her people to the Senate.
Tribbie, Phainon, and Mydei also followed along to join the excitement.
The two sisters exchanged glances.
Polyxenia suddenly started laughing. "Sister, if I get the chance later, I'll help you push again."
Castorice immediately recalled that embarrassing scene. "Don't talk nonsense! Why have you become so strange? You used to be so shy."
Polyxenia hooked her arm through Castorice's and laughed, "Well, you'll have to ask Oliver what he did to me."
The two sisters playfully returned to their residence.
They still kept their promise, waiting for Oliver to return to them.
Outside the world, inside a certain observation room.
Lygus saw the word 'Abundance' appear in the data again.
"Sigh, it's endless. That really is the characteristic of Abundance."
He sighed and complained.
This cycle hasn't even ended yet, and already two—no, three pieces of Abundance data have appeared.
If there wasn't someone messing around behind the scenes, he wouldn't believe it for a second.
But he just couldn't figure out which Abundance remnant was interfering with the experiment.
There were even unknown forces affecting the program's progress, causing a significant deviation in the data.
"Don't let me find you. When I do, I'll call people over and make you regret crossing the line."
Lygus couldn't deal with the data deviation, so he decided to just observe for a while longer.
What if the Iron Tomb merged with Abundance on its own?
Now, speaking of the Space Station.
After Oliver finished checking the system and saw that Polyxenia's suffix had become 1, he knew she had successfully resurrected.
As for the change concerning Amphoreus, he was unaware.
"It's you!!"
Suddenly, Herta turned around, saw Oliver, and immediately pointed at him, shouting loudly.
Then, Herta urgently prompted the fourth mirror: "Hang up the communication and go block the door!"
the fourth mirror immediately hung up the communication with Company Executive 553, then flew to the main entrance, blocking the exit.
"Heh heh heh, sorry, handsome, but today you won't escape Ms. Herta's marvelous claws. Watch the knowledgeable Ms. Herta teach you how to dance the 'Deng Da Lang'!"
Whoosh!
A magic staff instantly shot over, piercing the fourth mirror.
The Herta's forehead was covered in black lines, and she snapped, "Shut up! If you talk nonsense again, I'll have you melted down and rebuilt!"
"Wuwu, I was wrong, beautiful Ms. Herta, I won't play abstract games anymore..."
the fourth mirror was weeping and sniffling.
Oliver was bewildered by their interaction.
"Oliver, didn't you want to be friends with me?"
Herta adjusted her hat, smoothed back her side hair, puffed out her chest, and said with a vibrant demeanor, "Now the opportunity is right in front of you."
She was very confident, or rather, narcissistic.
In the universe, no one didn't want to be friends with Ms. Herta.
Because she was peerless, stunningly beautiful, and exceptionally intelligent.
Herta thought: Who could refuse the invitation of a stunningly beautiful young lady?
Drawing an Aeon in front of me—wasn't that just to catch my attention?
Hurry up and come over and say, "Ms. Herta, please be my friend."
Just as Herta was daydreaming, Oliver curled his lips, showing a playful smile:
"Someone just said they'd rather die outside than be friends with me."
The Herta: "Who? Who said that?"