Chapter 1037: Weng Faluosī 3.0 (83)

Now even Heita found it strange: 'Door? Lock? No, this isn't some voice of the Path at all… What on earth is going on?'

At this moment, the third mirror floated over, continuously emitting a laugh that gave people goosebumps: 'Heeheehee… Ms. Heita, the folks outside… seem to be saying something rather interesting, huh? Would you like to listen? Heeheehee…'

Heita gave it an annoyed glance: 'Third mirror, could you stop that creepy laugh? By the way, you just mentioned "the folks outside"? Could it be…'

From inside the mirror came two voices conversing: 'She fainted?'

'Yeah, looks like it.'

Heita suddenly felt uneasy: '…Something's off, definitely someone broke into the lab!'

The voice continued: 'Should we wake her, Mr. Walter?'

Walter nodded: 'Yeah, let's do that. It's a bit rude, but we really are in a hurry.'

A bead of cold sweat slid down Heita's forehead: '…Wait! Wait wait… No, no, absolutely not! No matter who you are, don't interrupt me now!'

——

Miss Kaguya wants me to confess.

'The one saying this is… Walter and Xingqiri? They've come to find Ms. Heita?'

'So those numbers earlier were trying to crack the password lock…'

Just thinking about the moment when the Erudition Sovereign cast his gaze and the energy it carried, Shishang instantly felt uneasy.

If that energy were to strike… Xingqiri, as a Harmonious Pathwalker and the family's String‑Tuner, might or might not dodge it, but Mr. Walter, being merely mortal, would very likely die instantly.

Baiyin Yuxing frowned: 'The key is, Asita and the others have already left the space station, with no one outside to help dock. If they use external force to forcibly wake Heita, wouldn't all the preparations for launching the Audience System this time go to waste?'

'President, this isn't just a matter of money anymore,' Fujiwara Chika said anxiously. 'Ms. Heita has already reached Fate's Narrow Gap; she's only one step away from the crucial moment—whether she chooses to continue the audience with the Star God or to save the lives of the two train crew members… that's the real point. I don't want to see Xingqiri die a senseless death at Ms. Heita's hands.'

This is Xingqiri's first stop after leaving Pinokangni; if he were to collapse from this accident, Miss Zhigengniao would probably burst into tears and faint.

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'I need to keep going… just a few more steps and I'll see the Machine Head!'

Ms. Heita steeled herself, but after walking just a few steps forward she stopped again.

'What's wrong, Ms. Heita?'

'No, nothing. I was just thinking…'

'Um, Ms. Heita… you'd better listen to the sound coming from outside the Narrow Gap,' the fourth mirror began playing the outside scene.

'Could you do me a favor, Mr. Xingqiri?'

'Leave it to me.'

Heita blinked: 'Wait… what are they trying to do?'

'Rude, Ms. Heita——' Before Xingqiri could finish, the Harmonious Tuning already affected the interior of Fate's Narrow Gap; in an instant, Heita felt colored ripples spreading across her field of vision, like water waves.

'Is this… Harmony?' Heita reacted instantly, 'Nonsense, trying to influence me with such petty tricks? No way.'

Heita didn't even move, and the colorful Harmony around her vanished completely.

From outside, Xingqiri's astonished voice came: 'She resolved the Harmony with just her subconscious… no wonder she's an Envoy.'

Walter continued asking: 'Any other way?'

The mirror chuckled: 'Hah! You overestimate yourself, thinking you can interrupt Ms. Heita's experiment? Ignore them—let's go see the Erudition Sovereign instead.'

Heita let out a deep sigh, as if making up her mind, opened her eyes, and said: '…Never mind, mirror, let's leave this place first.'

'Leave? You mean… you want to abort the audience experiment now?' the mirror couldn't believe it, 'This is insane, ma'am! We've poured so much effort to get here—just one step away from touching the true form of the Star God… you know how costly it is to restart the Audience System.'

'But if I ignore those two intruders and press on… when the Machine Head turns its gaze toward the space station, that burst of energy will surely burn them to charcoal.' Ms. Heita shook her head slowly: '…The experiment can be tried a second time, but once a person's dead, there's no bringing them back.'

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Silver Soul.

Ms. Heita…… she's shining brightly!

Yamyam! So blinding——!

Yinshi raised a hand to shield his face, as if a strong beam of light were truly shining down from the sky, blinding him so he couldn't open his eyes.

Hey hey, where's that light hitting your face coming from? Don't go making up nonexistent light sources!' Shinabaji couldn't help but retort, 'You'd be better off saying you've been infected by Ms. Heita's kindness.'

You have no idea how rare it is for a scientist in our worldview to possess conscience.' Yinshi casually picked up the Shōnen Jump beside the sofa, gave it a light shake, and went on, '…Just flipping through this magazine, there have been plenty of scientists who appeared—like that snake‑turning villain in some Naruto manga, for whom human life is dirt cheap.'

Saying that, Yinshi placed his hand on his face, making a gesture of wiping away tears, and remarked, 'It's truly rare to encounter a scientist who is intelligent, beautiful, kind… and also conscientious.'

'You've got a point,' he continued, 'even in the Genius Club, truly talented people who consider ordinary folk like Ms. Heita do are few and far between.' In Shinabaji's impression, the only geniuses who meet that condition are Heita and Luosi Gu mu.

'Well, most geniuses stroll among the stars, keeping their eyes on ordinary people only slows their pursuit of truth. If it were the Primitive Doctor, he'd probably hesitate not at all and keep seeking audience with the Erudition Sovereign.'

Yinshi wiped the smile from his face, his expression suddenly turning grave and serious: '…From my years of manga experience, I'd say top‑tier experts in any field usually carry a streak of arrogance. I suspect the Primitive Doctor would especially look down on Heita's willingness to compromise for ordinary people—this sort of ruthless, ends‑justify‑the‑means experimenter would likely deem Ms. Heita's approach terribly inefficient.'