Chapter 76: Moon of the Long Night

Meanwhile, Dan Heng furrowed his brows slightly.

He quickly searched the think tank for information on the Black Tower, but found no clear record that she had a sister.

(Black Tower Lady hails from Azure Star, a member of the Genius Club; her past records focus mainly on her research achievements, and her family relations… remain doubtful.)

But as he watched Xing Na swear solemnly, even producing "evidence" (the Doll and the Black Card), and saw San Yue Qi completely moved, he temporarily set his doubts aside.

(Perhaps… an unrecorded hidden family matter?)

"It seems that after returning to the train, we'll have to go back to the Space Station again."

San Yue Qi brushed away nonexistent tears and said resolutely.

Xing nodded, gripping the Doll and the Flame Gun in her hands; although the previous great battle was still vague, the new task of "helping the Black Tower sisters reconcile" inexplicably gave her vigor.

【Distant skyscraper·Rooftop】

On the high rooftop, far from the plaza's clamor, the cold wind howled.

Black Curtain Lady stood against the wind, her ash‑white long hair and the purple‑black hem of her skirt rustling.

Through an invisible observation interface, she watched the scene below on the street where San Yue Qi surrounded Xing, offering chilly greetings, while Xing wore a bewildered expression yet managed to slip through the checkpoint, and she gave a slight nod.

"It looks, still fairly normal."

Her cool voice faded into the wind, "No issues of identity exposure have arisen."

Behind her, A Xing stood quietly, his golden eyes as still as an ancient well.

And beside them stood another young woman.

She possessed facial features and hairstyle extremely similar to San Yue Qi's, but her eyes were a red like tempered ruby, deep and bearing a hint of malice.

Her attire also resembled San Yue Qi's, yet the primary hues were a profound black and dark red, accented only by a touch of icy white.

In her hand she held a long‑handled umbrella of the same black‑red tone, its rim adorned with bizarre patterns, as if gracefully bearing shadow and omen.

She exuded a mysterious and dangerous aura, starkly opposite to San Yue Qi's lively openness.

This is precisely the new entity—Chang Ye Yue—crafted by Heimu using data collected from San Yue Qi, combined with certain unknown factors.

Chang Ye Yue tilted her head slightly, her crimson eyes gazing at Heimu, a corner of her mouth lifting into a smile starkly different from San Yue Qi's brilliance:

"My duty, madam."

Her voice was low and slightly magnetic, like a midnight whisper.

Heimu turned, her purple‑black eyes falling on Chang Ye Yue; regarding this "Creation" with independent consciousness and considerable ability, she was presently satisfied.

"You did well."

Heimu offered a faint commendation.

Whether it was the earlier precise incapacitation of Xing or the subsequent trace handling, both demonstrated her extremely high execution efficiency and concealment ability.

Chang Ye Yue bowed slightly, the umbrella's rim tilting to shield part of her face, revealing only that profound smile: "Alleviating your worries is my honor."

Heimu said no more, her gaze again turning toward the distance.

Beloberg's stage temporarily fell closed, but her journey was far from over.

With a new "actor" joining, the upcoming "program" will surely be even… dazzlingly spectacular.

She gently stroked the miniature "Creation Engine" model in her hand, feeling the ancient power and conviction it contained.

"Prepare a moment,"

She said to A Xing and Chang Ye Yue behind her, her voice calm yet unmistakably decisive, "It's time to meet… that scholar."

【Black Tower Space Station】

The system followed its preset patrol route, stepping in a gait matching its petite frame, traversing the corridors polished like mirrors.

Its core processor simultaneously handled monitoring data streams from all sections of the Space Station, ensuring everything remained under "Black Tower Lady"'s control—at least on the surface.

At the entrance of a circular lobby linking the Main Control Cabin Section and the living area, she unexpectedly met Aisida hurrying by.

"Black Tower Lady!"

Aisida, upon seeing her, stopped instantly; her pink eyes flickered slightly, as if she had found some reliance, but that shine quickly dimmed, replaced by a hint of restraint.

She bowed respectfully, her voice less lively than usual, more cautious.

The system doll halted, slightly lifting its chin, looking at Aisida with a perfectly mimicked Black Tower‑style indifferent gaze: "Hmm. Patrol."

Its voice was crisp yet lacked warmth, starkly different from the familiar, intimate tone Heimu had used before.

Aisida's heart sank.

(Indeed… it's back to the way it was…)

Since that day in the office when she experienced the unprecedented initiative and closeness of the "Black Tower Lady," a stone has been cast into her heart's lake, its ripples still unsettled.

She greedily cherished that fleeting, almost dizzying tenderness, so that when the "Black Tower" reverted to its usual coldness, the massive disparity left her for days feeling absent‑minded, often zoning out at work.

"Space Station… is everything normal?"

The system doll, following protocol, made a routine inquiry, its tone as flat as checking instrument readings.

"Ah, yes, yes! Everything's normal!"

Aisida hurriedly replied, her fingers unconsciously twisting her garment's hem, "All departments are operating smoothly, no abnormal reports."

She tried to make her voice sound as competent as usual, but the slightly drooping eyelids and a hint of tremor could not escape the system doll's sensors equipped with ultra‑HD emotional analysis modules.

【Target: Aisida】

【Physiological indicators: heart rate up 12%, breathing rate slightly irregular, cortisol level marginally elevated.】

【Micro‑expression analysis: mouth‑corner droop 0.3 standard units, eye‑contact avoidance rate up 25%, clear signs of loss, depression, and potential emotional need signals.】

【Related event rewind: highly correlated with the last non‑standard interaction with the subject in the office. Conclusion: target is in a maladaptive state due to reduced emotional attention.】

The cold data streamed rapidly through the system core, instantly completing a precise assessment of Aisida's condition.

The system doll's violet eyes quietly stared at Aisida, the gaze lingering a bit longer than usual.

Aisida felt a flutter of anxiety under that gaze, instinctively wanting to look away, yet she was reluctant to forgo this rare moment of being "watched," even if the stare might be meaningless.

At that moment, the system doll made a move that was completely beyond Aisida's expectations and also beyond the usual logical protocols.

She took a small step forward, and then… extended her slightly petite arms and gently embraced Aisida.

Aisida's body went rigid in an instant, and her mind went blank.

She could smell the familiar aura on the Black Tower Lady and feel the faint warmth emanating from that petite body.

The embrace was not warm, even a bit clumsy, but its symbolic meaning, for Aisida at this moment, was no less than a tidal wave of the soul.

Then, she heard the Black Tower Lady's cool voice whisper in her ear, the tone still flat, but the speech seemed slightly slower, carrying a soothing intent.