Chapter 108

I never expected that Lady Black Tower could be this powerful in battle.

Walter sighed in admiration: “Little March, Star, Itachi two might not feel it deeply, but those quantum floods sweeping across countless star systems were merely residual ripples from the two combatants’ clash.”

“Their true power was entirely focused on their opponent, with not a single ounce leaking out.”

“Hehehe, Little March, if Itachi reached Lady Black Tower’s level, doing this would feel perfectly natural.”

Jizi smiled warmly, seeing absolutely nothing wrong with Black Tower’s behavior.

In this entire galaxy, there are so many mad Pathwalkers—Black Tower’s little quirk is perfectly normal, nothing unusual at all.

Or rather, Black Tower’s personal reputation across the galaxy is already quite good, with countless admirers.

Every single researcher at the Black Tower Space Station was admitted only after defeating countless other admirers.

“True, March, perhaps after spending so much time with Lady Black Tower and Lord Hermes, Itachi think the entire Genius Club is like this.”

“But that’s an illusion.”

“Lady Black Tower is truly an existence worthy of great respect!”

Even the cold-faced Little Green Dragon Dan Heng spoke a few extra words.

As a former wanderer of the galaxy, Dan Heng felt this even more deeply.

To be honest, though born in the Immortal Ship Alliance, his impression of it was quite average.

Not outright hatred, but little affection—still, even that was influenced by his past life.

Yet during his years wandering the galaxy, he encountered countless mad Pathwalkers, whose cruelty surpassed even that of the Immortal Ship Alliance.

Precisely because of this, he cared so deeply for the Train Crew and regarded them as his most important companions in life.

“Hmm, yes, Black Tower truly deserves such praise.”

At that moment, a familiar voice sounded in the ears of the Train Crew members.

“Hermes!”

“Senior Hermes!”

Seeing this figure appear, Jizi’s eyes lit up with a hint of joy.

March 7 and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

In such a situation, the presence of their own senior powerhouse instantly filled them with security.

“We meet again, dear little juniors.”

Hermes smiled as he walked beside Jizi, then pulled Ruan Mei forward: “This is Genius Club #81, Ruan Mei—Itachi all know her, right?”

“We meet again, my dear.”

Ruan Mei stepped beside Star, her expression still gentle, showing not the slightest trace of the recent assassination attempt by the Lord of Silence.

“What exactly happened? Why did Black Tower and another Intellect Envoy come to blows?”

As Hermes sat beside her, Jizi naturally poured him a cup of coffee, then frowned and asked.

Four Genius Club members gathered in one place—word of this would shake the galaxy.

Among them, two Intellect Envoys were fighting fiercely, as if truly enraged.

“The reasons are complex, but the Lord of Silence actually came to me first.”

Ruan Mei explained, noting she too was on Polka Kakamo’s assassination list.

Her ranking, however, was certainly not as high as Black Tower’s or Hermes’.

“Polka Kakamo likely wanted to use Itachi to find me and Black Tower.”

Hermes gave Ruan Mei a look of apology: “Our recent spacetime experiment caused too much disruption—Polka Kakamo can no longer sit still.”

“So the legend is true?”

“Is the Lord of Silence, Genius Club #4, secretly hunting down members of the Genius Club?”

Jizi’s face paled with shock, and she gripped Hermes’ hand tightly in worry.

“The Lord of Silence has officially admitted to killing #7, #8, #9, and #27.”

Ruan Mei spoke calmly: “Even without your connection to Black Tower, the Lord of Silence would have come for Itachi eventually.”

“Like Black Tower, I’ve been affected by the Lord of Silence countless times—several of my experiments failed due to bizarre coincidences.”

As a true genius, Ruan Mei had never feared anything.

Or rather, if she were to cower at the thought of the Lord of Silence showing up, she wouldn’t be a genius at all.

“Don’t worry—I’ve already locked onto her existence during Black Tower’s clash with Polka Kakamo.”

“She can’t escape anymore!”

Amid the admiring gazes of March 7 and the others, Hermes savored Jizi’s signature coffee once again.

“Jizi, your coffee-making skills have improved significantly.”

The most direct proof? The Chat Group Store’s appraisal raised its point value by several points.

“Black Tower seems unable to fully capture Polka Kakamo.”

After watching the battle briefly, Hermes noticed Black Tower growing impatient—he stood again, speaking calmly: “Jizi, wait here, finish brewing the coffee. I’ll be right back.”

As Black Tower once again failed to seal the Lord of Silence with her Black Tower Tri-Phase Magic, the two remained locked in stalemate.

Hermes appeared silently before Polka Kakamo, his fingertip lightly touching the air, tracing the flow of star rivers and the turning of epochs.

One Finger—Question the Dao!

A finger pointing directly at the soul’s origin—no evasion, no escape possible!

For the first time, Polka Kakamo’s expression cracked under that terrifying finger.

She tried to teleport away—no effect.

She attempted to dissolve into an information stream, crossing the vast starry expanse to reappear on the other side of the cosmos—but…

Useless!

This finger pierced straight into the soul!

No matter how many tricks Polka Kakamo used, none worked.

Hermes calmly pinned the Lord of Silence’s soul in place, giving her not a single chance to flee.

Then he pulled out a strange artifact resembling a scroll and sealed her inside it.

Click!

At that moment, a figure appeared—wearing a six-bead crown with hanging pearl curtains, its face blurred like shards of countless crystal mirrors.

As the shutter clicked, a beam of light was frozen by divine power, and fine threads of [Memory] were woven into it.

Then, within the gaze of countless observers, a light cone began slowly forming.

The instant it fully took shape, everyone who saw it knew its name instinctively…

【Chronicle Dawn: The Probability Poem】

“Hmm?”

“No wonder Itachi’re Fuli—the Memory Star God. This light cone is perfect!”

Hermes took the divine-gifted light cone, glanced at it briefly, and nodded.

Indeed, it was a light cone of great commemorative value.

Inside the light cone,

a figure gazing down upon three majestic Path streams, overseeing the galaxy and epochs, as the flow of ages turned at his/her/its fingertips.