Chapter 185: Xilin

"I am your Gold Finger!"

The purple figure finally couldn't hold back, almost shouting it out, but then realized it hurt their image, forced their voice down, yet gritted their teeth even more, "To put it plainly, I'm here to get you back into the game! Understand, single‑celled organism!"

"Gold Finger?"

Qiana clenched her right fist, lightly thumped it on the palm of her left hand, feigning a sudden realization, "Oh! I get it! Just like in the novels, an old man possesses you, power spikes instantly, and you counter‑kill the opponent! Right?"

Purple figure: "...... (In a way, that's not wrong.)"

"But,"

Qiana's thoughts jumped again, looking skeptically at the violet light, "Why are you helping me? Do we know each other? And what exactly are you? You don't sound like a good person..."

She instinctively felt the other's aura was somewhat familiar, yet carried an unsettling sense of repulsion.

The purple figure fell silent again.

Communicating with this idiot is more exhausting than fighting those bastards!

Her meticulously crafted, mysterious, aloof, ultra‑cool entrance and dialogue were completely shattered by this tardigrade's thought process!

She endured longer and longer, finally deciding to use the most direct, perhaps the only way that works on this idiot:

"How about this: if you don't want my help, then just wait to die."

Her voice grew cold, bearing undeniable indifference, "When your consciousness returns, that ice block will crush you into real mush, or freeze you into an eternal ice statue. Your Yimei, your Bronya, your aunt... will never see this tardigrade of yours again. Choose."

"Ah, this..."

Qiana was choked by the blunt threat, scratched her head, and a conflicted expression appeared on her face.

She looked at the mysterious violet light before her, whose temperament seemed quite bad, and thought of the terrifying ice block outside and the even more terrifying white‑haired uncle...

Seems like, indeed, there's no choice?

"... Okay, fine."

Qiana finally pursed her lips, looking "reluctant", murmuring softly, "Then... then it's your trouble, okay? But we agreed, you can't misuse my body for strange things!"

"You—!"

The violet light burst bright for a moment, its aura violently roiling, as if something exploded inside!

A massive, suppressed rage instantly filled the entire consciousness space.

"I begged you for help?!"

"I humbled myself and showed up proactively, and you give me this attitude?!"

"Acting like I'm the one begging you!!!"

(Although, from the angle of "not wanting this vessel/half‑body that carries me to just inexplicably die," to some extent... it really is.)

The purple figure felt that the coolness they had built up and their pride as a Herrscher were trampled into nothing by this tardigrade within just a few minutes.

She was so angry she wanted to disperse this consciousness projection outright, letting the idiot fend for themselves!

But... no.

The white‑haired man's presence outside, and this bizarre space, both exuded an extremely unusual aura.

It's not just a simple battle; it contains a power that even makes her feel a hint of dread.

Letting Qiana, this idiot, handle it alone would be a guaranteed disaster, and now they're both losing.

"... Fine."

Xilin finally exhausted all her willpower, suppressing the urge to turn this body upside down, her voice returning to that cold Calm, though a slight tremor remained, "Prepare. Consciousness transfer. Let you see what truly is... real power."

Qiana only felt an irresistible force envelop her consciousness, the violet light before her gradually expanding, while the Saint Freya Academy scene began to fade away.

"Eh? Wait, I haven't even asked what your name is..."

At the instant when that gigantic ice block, capable of crushing steel into a pancake and bearing bone‑piercing cold, was only a hair's breadth from Qiana's nose—

Those once tightly shut, deep‑blue eyes suddenly opened.

Yet, reflected in the pupils was no fear, but a majestic, icy golden hue like molten metal.

Even more unsettling, at the center of those golden pupils was a clearly imprinted, eerie yet sacred cross‑star blaze.

Qiana's ordinary clothes, under some invisible force, instantly reassembled into a splendid Herrscher Skirt Armor adorned with starbursts and dark‑gold patterns; her pure white hair broke free from the braid, cascading like a waterfall behind her, moving without wind.

She—now more properly called Xilin—faced the ice mountain just meters away, not fearing at all, her delicate lips instead curving into a cold arc.

She didn't even make a big move; the golden cross‑pupil merely flickered.

"Crack!"

…

Meanwhile, at the other end of the Training Room.

Xingzheng single‑handed tightly grasped the Flame Gun, leaping with flame, entangling with Kevin.

Scorching heat and extreme cold constantly clashed, leaving hissing steam trails in the air.

Xing's breathing was a bit rapid, golden eyes burning with excited fire, this kind of battle that extracts potential on the brink of life and death gave her a strange exhilaration.

Suddenly, she and Kevin almost simultaneously experienced an extremely subtle pause in movement.

A wholly different abnormal aura, like a massive stone dropped into still water, suddenly spread from the other side of the Training Room.

"?!"

Xinghe and Kevin, in perfect sync, exerted force simultaneously, their weapons clashing and leveraging, their figures drifting back several meters, temporarily breaking contact.

Both steadied themselves, simultaneously directing their gazes toward the churning ice mist.

Xing's face was full of confusion, Kevin's ice‑blue eyes narrowed slightly, his stern visage revealing no emotion, yet the aura around him grew denser.

Just as the two were fully focused, a sound of tearing through the void shrieked!

Two Subspace Spears, their edges swirling with black‑gold auras, tore the ice mist without warning, each curving oddly toward Xing and Kevin!

"Wah!"

Xing let out a cry; her rich (being hit) experience made her body react before her brain, executing a clumsy yet effective sideways roll, the Subspace Spear grazing her shoulder, the resulting gust tearing at her.

And Kevin, facing the incoming Subspace Spear, didn't even move a step.

He simply lifted his ice‑blue eyes and coldly glanced at the spear tip.

In an instant, starting from the tip of the Subspace Spear, extreme cold spread and froze at a speed that defied logic!

The Subspace Spear, which a moment ago was racing, the next moment turned into an oddly shaped ice stick, Clang it fell onto the alloy floor and immediately shattered into countless ice crystals.

"Heh… humans."

A woman's voice came from the depths of the gradually dissipating ice mist.

The voice was not high‑pitched, yet it resonated clearly in every corner of the vast Training Room, as if acting directly on the listener's consciousness.

The tone was filled with cold, condescending arrogance.