Chapter 106: I'm Betting!

Next up is choosing the location.

She took out the list, her gaze fixed on a residential area near Tai Bu Si.

(Fu Xuan… I heard he lives not far from Tai Bu Si. Hanging around his neighborhood should increase the chance of meeting him, right?)

Bai Hang felt a slight pride in her "cleverness", thinking the plan was flawless.

The little cart rolled a few steps, and she looked down at her outfit—dominated by black, finely crafted, and bearing a mysterious Eye Mask.

(This attire… doesn't really look like a street vendor's, more like someone from a department on a covert visit… too conspicuous.)

Being action‑oriented, she immediately found a secluded corner and pulled from her pouch a plain, modest‑colored Xianzhou women's dress to change into.

She checked the reflection in a puddle—hmm, much more low‑key, like a respectable small‑business person.

Except… this Eye Mask.

Bai Hang reached out to touch the special Eye Mask over her right eye, recalling Black Curtain Lady's words when she handed it over: "It can help conceal your identity; remove it only if necessary."

She hesitated a bit; after all, she was used to wearing it and felt an inexplicable sense of security from the Eye Mask.

Just as her fingertip brushed the Edge of the Eye Mask, amid her inner struggle—

The Eye Mask seemed to sense her thought, its material suddenly softening, its shape shifting silently like flowing water!

Bai Hang was startled, instinctively trying to steady it, but felt the texture at her fingertips change.

She quickly looked again at the puddle's reflection—there, the uniquely styled Eye Mask had become a fashionable yet unobtrusive round sunglasses, perfectly covering her eyes without hindering vision, and adding a touch of street‑vendor crispness.

"Wow…"

Bai Hang couldn't help but gasp softly, "I didn't expect this treasure could transform on its own?!"

She admired Black Curtain Lady's methods even more.

She checked the mirror; the sunglasses paired with the plain dress blended perfectly into a street vendor's image.

"Not bad, not bad, very fitting for the temperament!"

Bai Hang clapped joyfully, pushed her little cart, and set off toward the alleys near Tai Bu Si, spirits soaring.

Perspective shift.

Ailixiya's flawless smile froze for a moment when she heard the words "Invasive Lawgiver" and felt the grip from the other's hand.

However, she is Ailixiya, second in the Pursuing Fire Thirteen Yingjie, whose strengths lie not only in a cute appearance and enthusiastic personality but also in unfathomable power and composure under pressure.

After the brief shock, her strong mental fortitude swiftly took control.

(No… If she truly is that Invasive Lawgiver, Letu would already be blaring alarms, data would be Honkai, and she wouldn't need to speak to me—just act. Moreover… the slight pause and gaze when she introduced herself just now… seemed odd~)

In a flash, Ailixiya had already made a decision.

She not only showed no further fear, but grasped back the hand that Heimu had tightly held, even harder!

Her fingertip playfully brushed the palm of the silk‑gloved hand.

Then she stepped forward, deliberately narrowing the already close distance between them to the point of feeling each other's breath.

She lifted her head, those eyes that seemed to hold the Star Sea staring at Heimu's dim violet‑black pupils, her face blooming with an even brighter smile, voice light and confident:

"Oh my~ You really gave me a start, Miss Black Curtain, who calls herself 'Invasive Lawgiver'? ~"

She tilted her head, pink hair cascading down, "But… let me guess~"

She lowered her voice, intimate as if sharing a secret, yet full of confidence:

"You… won't actually make a move, right? ~"

(I'm betting! Betting my judgment is correct! Betting this mysterious visitor isn't purely malicious! If she truly is the Invasive Lawgiver, I'm playing with fire now! But if not… hmph, pink fairy lady will seize the initiative, okay? ~!)

Heimu's feeling was completely different.

When Ailixiya not only didn't retreat but took the lead, gripping back and moving closer, Heimu's expressionless, delicate face concealed a raging turmoil inside!

(She, she, she… she came close! She even grasped back! Hands, hands so soft! Voice so near! Is this Ailixiya?! The living, approaching, and looking at people with that gaze Ailixiya!)

(No! Heimu! Stay calm! You are Emperor III! You are the Behind the Scenes Black Hand! You must not show weakness!)

(But… she's too close! Who can endure that?!)

The massive psychological shock induced panic, making Heimu instinctively try to reclaim dominance.

Thus, just as Ailixiya's words finished—

"Buzz—!"

A violet‑red data stream, like summoned bees, surged from the void at unprecedented speed and scale, instantly enveloping Ailixiya entirely.

A flash of light vanished.

The next second, the spot where Ailixiya had stood was empty.

Heimu looked at her now empty hand, as if still feeling the softness and warmth from earlier.

She was silent for a moment, then couldn't help but raise a hand to her forehead and sigh.

(... still couldn't hold back. Now… it feels like I've been seen through, angry and embarrassed…)

At that moment, the system's flat electronic tone, like the most ill‑timed narration, rang directly in her mind:

【Warning: Madam, your recent behavioral logic aligns with the preset 'Efficient Villain' or 'Cold Conqueror' archetype at less than 15%. Analysis indicates that, when facing potential threats or deterrence, overly aggressive and uncontrolled actions readily expose the caster's inner uncertainty and emotional swings, which is not optimal.】

Heimu's mouth twitched slightly, internally retorting with irritation:

(What do you know?! I'll define what a villain should be myself!)

She forced herself to find a cover, trying to salvage some dignity as the "master."

Meanwhile, in the boundless Pure White Space.

Ailixiya's silhouette appeared in a faint glow.

She opened her deep‑blue eyes, a bit bewildered.

What met her gaze was an utterly empty, colorless, silent expanse of blinding white.

It seemed like the void at the world's birth, and also the desolation after all things end.

She instinctively lowered her head and looked at herself.

Her body was unharmed, still wearing that exquisite outfit, her pink hair flowing smoothly down.

But she could clearly feel that her connection to the familiar Data Space of Past World Paradise had been completely severed.

This is an independent, completely unfamiliar realm.