"What do you mean?"
Silver Wolf looked at the black cat in confusion.
She dared not disbelieve what this black cat said.
Because he was Elio.
The founder and leader of the Stellaron Hunters, known as a slave of destiny.
He possessed the ability to foresee the future.
The script for everyone in the Stellaron Hunters was the future he had seen.
"The literal meaning, Silver Wolf."
Elio said solemnly, "The originally precise images began to blur and flicker after you came into contact with the Mysteriousness."
"You know, destiny that I cannot see means disappearance."
Upon hearing this, Silver Wolf frowned, "You mean I'm going to die?"
The black cat nodded: "Mostly, yes. So my advice is, don't contact that person again. You are an important member of the script, and we cannot gamble on tiny possibilities."
Kafka also echoed, "Since Elio said it, it must be true. Silver Wolf, you know, he's never wrong."
Silver Wolf hesitated slightly.
That person clearly didn't look dangerous, and was quite interesting.
Why would she die just by partnering up with him to cause trouble?
Besides, defeating Herta was one of her goals.
She didn't win the last time she fought Screwllum.
Even Screwllum didn't say anything, but Herta actually hacked in and sent a taunt.
How could Silver Wolf tolerate such humiliation? Therefore, she set a small goal: to humiliate Herta.
What a pity. She had such a powerful helper, yet she couldn't play with him.
"Alright, I understand."
Silver Wolf nodded in agreement.
The black cat looked at Kafka again: "Kafka, the same goes for Sam. Don't approach that mysterious person. Perhaps he has intentions toward us."
As for Blade, Elio wasn't worried, because Blade wouldn't make friends; he always only acted with the team.
"I will tell Firefly, but whether she will comply, I cannot guarantee."
Kafka left.
The black cat also left.
Silver Wolf sent a message to Oliver: "I might not be participating in defeating Herta. My family won't let me play with you."
On the other side, inside the Qlipoth Fort, Oliver received Silver Wolf's message.
He took out his phone to look and was immediately confused.
What did she mean, 'my family won't let me play with you'?
Was he some kind of delinquent youth who led children astray?
Besides, the Stellaron Hunters weren't exactly pure good people, did they need leading astray?
"Fine, then just write me a virus, and we'll consider that your participation."
Okay, that works.
Oliver put away his phone and didn't reply again.
The Stellaron Hunters only had a few members; he could guess without thinking that it was either Elio or Kafka.
"When the day of your script comes, I'll hollow out the entire Stellaron Hunters organization for you."
Then let's see you, Elio, act as a commander with no troops.
Just then, Herta's voice sounded beside him.
"I found some data from a few hundred years ago. Jarilo-VI is a planet contaminated by a Stellaron. So, you were afraid the Stellaron Hunters would come to steal the Stellaron. No wonder you needed my help."
After Herta learned there was also a Stellaron here, her impression of Oliver improved significantly.
After all, someone willing to step in and save a world, and specifically sought a deal with her for that purpose, counted as a good person.
As for the identity of the Aeon of Abundance, Herta didn't care. Since it currently didn't harm her interests, it was actually a huge profit.
"Protect a Stellaron? I'm here to protect my property."
Oliver took out his phone and pointed to his account.
Herta looked at the 0.00 credit points displayed and fell into confusion.
"Oliver, in your place, a thief would have to leave two credit points behind just to go home empty-handed, you know?"
She looked around. Only the Qlipoth Fort looked somewhat luxurious.
The other places were hard to describe.
There was nothing to speak of; the entire world only had one city.
Besides the valuable mineral deposits underground, there really wasn't anything worth stealing here.
Not to mention, they had only just connected to the interstellar network, and the account had zero currency. What was there to defend?
Having a genius like her create network defense systems was like using a planet-destroying cannon to kill a mosquito.
"Don't worry about it. Just do what you promised me."
Oliver gave Herta an unquestioning look.
No money?
What a joke. There were still one hundred nineteen point eight billion credit points with Silver Wolf, not yet finished laundering.
Once they were cleaned, he would be a recognizable magnate in his universe.
It was just a shame he couldn't program; he definitely needed to learn eventually.
"Fine, fine, have it your way. I'm done looking. I'll go back and get it done for you."
Herta waved her hand dismissively, as if the task was child's play for her, as simple as taking a sip of water.
Just as Oliver was preparing to send Herta back.
A spaceship descended from the sky and parked above Belobog.
A heroic and spirited Foxian girl descended.
Oliver naturally recognized her; it was General Yueyu.
The spaceship was also a unique design from the Fallen Land.
"Oliver, I've come for you."
General Yueyu landed right in front of Oliver.
Her fox ears gently twitched, and her Tail hung down behind her.
She still retained her beautiful and heroic appearance.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Oliver opened his arms, saying nothing superfluous.
General Yueyu willingly walked up to him and threw herself into his embrace.
She no longer cared about the memory of her death.
Now, she only wanted to cherish this time with Oliver.
Herta stood to the side, feeling somewhat redundant.
She didn't know whether to stand, sit, stay, or leave.
"Tsk, being inexplicably force-fed PDA. Aren't they just picking on honest people?"
She hadn't fallen for anyone in all these years.
She didn't know why, but she had never felt affection for a male.
At most, if someone was capable, she felt a little admiration.
She couldn't bring herself to do something like Oliver's hugging and embracing.
Nevertheless, she couldn't help but glance at the embracing pair.
"This green-haired Foxian looks a bit familiar..."
Herta sensed something wasn't right.
The fox-eared girl looked more and more familiar the longer she looked.
She seemed to be the Foxian General who sacrificed herself for the Xianzhou Alliance.
They had even dealt with each other decades ago.
"Stop hugging, let me take a look."
Herta walked right over, broke up the couple, and stared intently at General Yueyu.
After looking, she confirmed it: it was indeed the deceased Xianzhou General.
"Ms. Herta, long time no see."
General Yueyu smiled and greeted her.
The two of them knew each other.
Herta sometimes went to the Yaoqing Xianzhou on business trips.
"It really is you, General Yueyu. How did you come back to life?"
More than reuniting with an old acquaintance, Herta was more interested in the fact that General Yueyu had been resurrected.
"It's Oliver's doing, but I don't know the principle behind it."
General Yueyu truly didn't know how she was resurrected; she simply came back to life, healthy and vibrant.
Herta turned back to Oliver, "You really do have secrets. You can even revive the dead?"
She had also read the reports of the Third Abundance Folk War.
It was the arrows of the star-fated bow that annihilated the Abominations of Abundance, affecting many people.
Logically, no one should have survived within the range of an Aeon's attack, so General Yueyu must have been revived after her death.
This was a technique even Herta hadn't mastered!
Countless people had researched the revival of the dead, but there had never been such perfect results.
Even her good little turtle, Genius Society 81, Ruan Mei, an expert in the field of life sciences, hadn't achieved this step. Even now, she was still toiling away in the lab, trying to revive a perfect life form. (As shown in the image)
Either they suffered amnesia, were deformed, lost control, or couldn't live for more than a minute... For someone like General Yueyu, to die and be resurrected, still be able to pilot a spaceship, remember her past, and even fall in love—honestly, it's a unique case!
Oliver spread his hands, "Keep it low-key, low-key. It's just basic operation, nothing to show off about."
Herta's eyes lit up again.
Perfect resurrection of the dead isn't worth showing off?
If Ruan Mei knew, she'd probably stick to you every day.
"Oliver, are you interested in making friends with another genius?"
"She's a little less beautiful than me, a little less intelligent than me, but still very good. I think you'll like her."