Chapter 103

"The ritual to heaven requires time to design and set up the necessary facilities—it cannot be completed in just one or two days..."

"In that case, I’ll come back once everything is fully prepared."

Letting Su Mo’s avatar act independently, Hermes’ will departed entirely.

After obtaining samples from both the Legend Meter and the dungeon source, Hermes allowed the avatar to act freely and forge this new identity.

The entire Yellow Turban Rebellion dungeon lasts a full nine months—he certainly couldn’t devote all his attention to it.

Wait until preparations are nearly complete.

Just show up at the critical moment to lend support to the avatar’s endeavors—that’s enough.

A superior avatar will craft its own persona and legend on its own.

If Itachi have to do everything yourself, what’s the point of having a split or avatar?

As for concerns about the avatar losing control?

Ridiculous—how could someone who created the Great Divine Art [Questioning Finger], which strikes straight to the soul’s root, possibly suffer from an avatar losing control? That would mean his cultivation was all for nothing.

Not some third-rate control technique or mental imprint.

At his level, he long ago understood what it means to be [I].

Every avatar is [I].

So-called loss of control merely means the true self has been twisted.

And Hermes has no such problem.

After glancing at the chat group interface and seeing most members immersed in the joy of completing the dungeon, Hermes logged off directly.

Since he and Black Tower began interfering with time, the Cosmic Galaxy has gained the Grammer Empire—and countless civilizations and factions have begun stirring with hidden currents.

Especially some unknown Silent Lord, who, unable to find him, has turned her gaze toward Ruan Mei and Screwgum, and...

Titania.

Titania doesn’t need to be worried about.

As Hermes’ former divine vessel, she holds considerable Authority of the Fertility Path.

In this age where the Insect Emperor has perished, few can challenge her for Fertility Authority.

Though she herself finds it hard to ascend to godhood.

But she is certainly not someone Polka Kakamo can kill.

Or rather, if they fought, it’s uncertain who would live or die.

Still, the Silent Lord remains a troublesome woman.

Ordinary outsiders are nothing—even powerful Envoys mean little in Hermes’ eyes.

But the Silent Lord is different.

In Hermes’ grand strategy for the Cosmic Galaxy, she holds sufficient weight to influence the overall situation.

Though Ruan Mei and Screwgum are no ordinary figures.

Thanks to their technological reserves, their stubbornness surpasses that of most Envoys.

Yet against the Silent Lord, there’s still a chance of failure.

"Black Tower!"

Remembering how recently Black Tower had confidently vowed to teach the Silent Lord a lesson, Hermes couldn’t just leave her behind.

"The Silent Lord has set her sights on Ruan Mei and Screwgum."

"This is a not insignificant trouble—we should resolve it as soon as possible."

"Didn’t Itachi say Itachi wanted to fight her?"

"Huh?!!"

Black Tower now has endless research every single day.

Originally, she had no interest in Hermes.

But upon hearing the name Silent Lord, the violet eyes that had been narrowed in concentration over the floating complex equations suddenly widened.

When she snapped back to awareness and understood Hermes’ words, her lips couldn’t help but curl upward.

"Silent Lord, Polka Kakamo!"

"Hehehe! This woman always uses her seniority to bully us newcomers..."

"Hmph, let’s see where she runs now!"

"Black Tower, are Itachi sure Itachi can handle her?"

Hermes glanced at Black Tower with some doubt.

Polka Kakamo’s ideology may be abstract, but her power is truly not to be underestimated.

This woman claims she ensures the universe’s future by forcing it along a predetermined, predictable path to avoid chaotic uncertainty—and has done countless detestable things.

Merely by using her control over probability to sabotage the key experiments of Genius Club members, she’s earned a place on their blacklist.

Don’t say the Silent Lord is too mysterious or that no one knows much about her.

Every member of the Genius Club is no ordinary threat.

Even if not Envoys, they stand atop the Cosmic Galaxy.

If the Silent Lord had acted only once or twice, the geniuses might have dismissed it as coincidence.

But when such incidents pile up...

Even someone as powerful as the Silent Lord cannot possibly hide it completely from the geniuses’ eyes.

The fact that this woman still lives—and lives well—speaks volumes about her strength.

"Hmph! Hermes, Itachi’re underestimating Great Black Tower!"

Black Tower snorted, then couldn’t suppress the grin spreading across her lips: "Don’t worry! This time, I’ll give her a lesson she’ll never forget!"

Recalling her latest upgraded secret weapon, Black Tower’s face betrayed a suppressed, subtle smile.

"Then, shall we depart now?"

"Hehehe, together, together!"

Immortal Boat Alliance, Imperial Bow Seven Heavenly Generals Closed-Door Meeting.

"Since everyone is here, let’s begin the meeting."

Marshal Hua, gazing at the virtual screens lighting up one by one, spoke first.

The Immortal Boat Alliance’s Seven Heavenly Generals—the Seven Hunt Envoys—were now gathered.

"Marshal Hua, is this meeting to respond to the Interstellar Peace Corporation’s inquiry letter?"

Jingyuan, Divine Strategy General of Luo Fu Immortal Boat, spoke first, his heart heavy but his expression calm.

His Luo Fu Immortal Boat had recently been seething with hidden currents—how could Jingyuan, as Divine Strategy General, not notice?

Yet just as he was pondering the cards he held and beginning to lay his plans, the Cosmic Galaxy outside had already erupted into a storm!

And the first blow came from the Interstellar Peace Corporation’s inquiry...

Feixiao of Yaoqing Immortal Boat, upon hearing this, flew into a rage, nearly leaping to her feet, glaring fiercely at the other Heavenly Generals: "I’ve long despised the Corporation—now they’re dumping the blame squarely on our Immortal Boat Alliance..."

"Do they really think we’re soft targets?"

Feixiao had always disliked the Interstellar Peace Corporation; those bastards endlessly infiltrated her Yaoqing Immortal Boat, like rats scurrying beneath her very eyes.

As a martial faction member, she’d grown sick of this for a long time.

Had it not been for the fact that Yaoqing Immortal Boat alone could not directly oppose the entire Interstellar Peace Corporation, Feixiao would have struck long ago.

Thanks to her constant wars to rally Yaoqing Immortal Boat—and her opportunistic purging of traitors—this vessel might well have changed its name by now.