"I agree. When do we begin?"
After thinking for a while, Cocolia agreed outright.
It wouldn't affect her mind, would increase her strength, could change all of Belobog, and even create a brand new world.
Faced with such terms, probably no one could refuse.
Against such benefits, the price of believing in Destruction could be completely overlooked.
"No rush yet. It still requires some time. If you merge with the Stellaron now, it might attract unwanted attention," Clara shook her head.
The time wasn't right, the audience hadn't arrived—how could the play begin?
"Hmm." Cocolia nodded, saying nothing more.
Since it was Clara's plan, she would follow her arrangements.
"In short, just carry on as usual during this period."
"Do what you normally do. Try not to reveal any flaws," Clara reminded her.
"Though, even if you do slip up, it doesn't really matter."
Clara raised her hand, grasping at the sky as if seizing it.
"In this revolution for a new world, no one…"
"Can stop us."
Firefly: So cool, Clara, hehehe, hehehe.
Clara: …
Feeling Firefly's gaze, Clara shuddered slightly, goosebumps rising all over.
Damn lesbians are so gross!!!
...
"Clara, where are we going now?"
Once Cocolia had left, Firefly instantly blinked next to Clara, wrapping her in a tight hug and giving her a thorough, affectionate squeeze.
After what happened last night, Firefly had grown considerably bolder.
Because she knew Clara wouldn't reject her.
"Get… away from me."
Pressed against Firefly's ample chest, Clara nearly lost her breath, shoving her away forcefully.
Clara's face was flushed red, her eyes glaring at Firefly with indignation.
Utterly lawless, absolutely shameless!!!
Clara's mind seethed with the urge to teach Firefly a lesson right then and there, to show her exactly who was boss!
But, to be fair, Clara had always thought Firefly's chest was just average, but judging from this morning's encounter… Firefly's assets were actually quite impressive…
Huh? No, no, what am I thinking?
The moment the morning's images resurfaced, Clara's eyes began to swirl into little spirals.
"Ahem."
Clara coughed, swiftly erasing the thought from her mind.
"I'm going to find a Stellaron. Want to come along?"
"Find a… Stellaron?"
Hearing this, Firefly looked puzzled, not understanding what Clara meant.
"But… wasn't there just one?"
"Yes, we have one in hand, but I want two," Clara nodded.
If you're going to put on a show, commit to it fully. She said Jarilo-VI had two Stellarons, so it would have two Stellarons.
As for where to find the other Stellaron…
"Elio should know. Should we contact them?" Firefly naively suggested.
Hearing this, Clara looked at Firefly with an expression of pure pity for the intellectually challenged.
Firefly: …
"Is… is there a problem?" Feeling Clara's gaze, Firefly was bewildered.
Usually, information about Stellarons came from Elio's instructions. If Clara wanted a Stellaron, wouldn't the best way be to ask Elio for help?
"It's nothing," Clara shook her head, offering no explanation.
This dummy… I could trick her into bed ten times with a single piece of candy!
And with the same piece!
(A/N: Actually, wouldn't even need the candy. Just a little crook of Clara's finger, and Firefly would obediently scamper into Clara's bed.)
(A/N: Though, who's really the hunter here is hard to say~)
"I know the location of an unclaimed Stellaron. You coming or not?"
"Yes, yes, yes!"
"Alright." Clara nodded, taking Firefly's hand. Her consciousness swept through the cosmos, searching.
"Found it!"
A smile touched Clara's lips. The next second, she and Firefly vanished from the snowfield.
...
Somewhere in the universe at that moment.
A man and a woman stood side by side, gazing at a massive starship not far away.
"The revival of the Ambrosial Arbor is an omen. It heralds that the Xianzhou has reached a moment of choice upon its Path."
"[The Reignbow Arbiter], [The Plague Author], [The Propagation]…"
"This is a game of clashing deities. To not stand with the victor is to lose…"
"And this time, we must ensure[Abundance meets its end…"
"Looking upon the Luofu now, do you feel nothing in your heart?" The man beside the woman asked lightly, a soft chuckle in his voice.
"All that is past has long since scattered like smoke," the woman replied coldly, her face betraying no emotion.
"How truly heartless."
The man didn't press further; her answer was clearly within his expectations.
"Well then, we should depart." The man looked at the enormous starship before them, a glint flashing in his eyes.
"Hmm…"
The woman nodded.
"No, you can't leave!"
But just as the man and woman prepared to go, a voice suddenly rang out behind them.
"!"
Startled, the woman's hand flashed with moonlight, summoning a sword forged of ice. The man produced a massive coffin. Both turned sharply, their expressions guarded, toward the source of the voice.
"Tsk tsk tsk, why is everyone like this?"
"Raising blades without even asking a question first."
A black-haired, red-eyed girl, and another girl with white hair—who seemed to have just endured a major spatial leap and was now slumped on the ground.
They were none other than Clara and Firefly, teleported from Jarilo-VI.
"Who are you?" The man's eyes narrowed, watching Clara warily.
The white-haired girl didn't seem much of a threat, but this one…
"When asking someone's identity, shouldn't you offer your own first?" Clara planted her hands on her hips, not answering the question.
"…"
The man stared at Clara, silent for a moment, then withdrew the giant coffin. A smile spread across his face. He placed a hand over his chest, giving Clara a slight bow.
"I am Luocha, and this lady is Jingliu."
"Mhm~ That's more like it." Clara gave a soft hum. If Luocha had tried to attack her, she'd have skipped the chatter and just knocked him out to take the Stellaron.
But well… since you're being so sensible, I'll politely knock you out and take the Stellaron instead~
Luocha: Impressive.
…
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