Chapter 762: A Genius Collaboration

Heimu pointed the Magic Staff straight ahead.

A violet‑black blade shot from the staff tip, tracing an ultra‑thin arc in the air; its speed was such that the violet‑white void was sliced, producing a brief spatial wrinkle.

The blade cut straight toward the neck‑head junction of the distant silver‑gray figure.

The figure did not dodge, at least not in the instant before the blade would have struck.

But the blade passed through.

It flew into the farther darkness.

No tactile sensation of hitting a solid.

An afterimage.

In the frame before the attack, it shifted its body data three positions to the side; the speed was so great that a fading phantom remained at the original spot.

"It seems the lady still cannot understand."

The voice came from the side.

The figure reappeared about ten steps from its previous position, arms once again crossed over the chest, silver hair drifting lightly in the void.

The smile on the mask remained, but the tone's deference now mixed with a hint of regret, a hint of superiority, a hint of "I didn't intend this".

"My sincerity has already been fully expressed. I only wish to help you. The scene of the Underworld River's reflection, I prepared for a long time. You were indeed immersed in it just now; I used no coercion, only helped you relax some unnecessary defenses."

Heimu's grip on the Magic Staff tightened slightly.

The violet pattern on the staff's shaft shifted in light and dark with her emotional fluctuations, and the gem at the tip changed from deep violet to a heating crimson‑purple.

"A prodigy works with you."

She pointed the Magic Staff forward; space around the tip began to warp, and violet‑black light orbs condensed outward from the twisted spatial wrinkles, "You're not dead enough, are you?"

The distant figure slowly lowered its arms from the chest.

The silver‑gray mechanical body's surface began to glow with pale‑blue energy patterns, spreading from the core at the chest outward along the shoulders, arms, and fingertips.

The blue light reflected in the violet‑white void, forming a stark contrast with the violet‑black of Heimu's Magic Staff.

"If that's the case,"

The regret in the voice subsided, becoming flat and calm, like a teacher announcing a surprise quiz, "Then don't blame me."

It pressed its palms together, producing a crisp metallic clank.

Crack!

The energy patterns on its body instantly shifted from pale blue to gold; the gold burst from the chest core, enveloping it in a rapidly expanding halo of light.

When the light faded, the silver‑gray intelligent machine wearing a black Eye Mask vanished.

In its place stood a combat form at least twice its original size.

Four mechanical arms unfolded from its back, their ends ending in claw‑shaped emitters, while the main arm still kept the palms‑together pose.

The energy core on its chest displayed geometric patterns, continuously rotating and reconfiguring, each reconfiguration accompanied by an energy pulse.

Golden data streams surrounded it, carrying a mass of blurry, rapidly scrolling characters and symbols.

Behind, several vague phantoms were coalescing from the data streams.

Heimu watched the jubilant Laigu Shi in its full combat form, twitched the corner of her mouth, then smiled.

She was laughing out of irritation.

She had endured Feng Jin's button philosophy, Ke Xia's HaiSeYin bath flirtation, a thousand Ti Bao city‑wide pranks, A Ge Lai Ya's Godfather‑style loneliness, Wan Di and Na Ke Xia's concrete Earth Beast dance, Xi Lian's black‑silk licking, XiaDie's sister‑complex fan‑fiction confession—and she could tolerate all of it.

Because those are all Golden Descendant's own problems.

It was Aha who jammed entries into their models, amplified their desires, causing them to act out various OOC behaviors.

It has nothing directly to do with her.

But this won't do.

This Laigu Shi afterimage uses a Golden Descendant's body, recites algorithm‑generated persuasive scripts, employs XiaDie's voice, and speaks lines it fabricated itself.

It crossed her line.

Heimu spun the Magic Staff once in her hand, tip pointing down, the violet‑black gem at the shaft's end aimed at the distant golden figure unfolding its combat form.

Layers of violet‑black magical light curtains began to manifest around her, each layer etched with different rune patterns.

The violet‑white void beneath her feet was deformed by her Magic Wave, cracking into several spider‑web‑like fine fissures.

"You just said you helped me relax some unnecessary defenses,"

Heimu's voice, muffled by the magical light curtains, carried a low reverberation; her tone shifted from Rage to a cold‑tinged Calm, "Then today I'll show you. Those defenses—what exactly were they guarding?"

Perspective shift.

Sai Fei Er stood deep in the alley, arms raised high above the head, hips arched back in an exaggerated curve.

A silver‑gray cat Tail flicked half a circle behind, the icy‑blue tuft at its tip drawing an arc in the air.

She yawned, two small canines flashing briefly in the dim alley light.

After the yawn she smacked her lips, cat ears drooping sideways like airplane wings, a pair of sapphire‑blue pupils full of "So tired!"

She retracted the stretch, hand on hip, right hand helplessly scratching the back of her head, a few strands of silver‑gray short hair standing up.

She looked toward the white figure emerging slowly at the alley's end, her tone wrapped in thick helplessness.

"Come on, big sis, do you really need to follow me like this?"

She tilted her cat ears forward, striking a coquettish pose, Tail gently swaying behind, "I truly have no idea where Bai Zi went. One living person, her legs are on her own body; I can't possibly tie her to my belt, can I?"

The white figure at the alley's end gave no reply to her teasing.

Jing Liu stood there, the cold aura she emitted frosting the weeds sprouting in the cracks of the alley walls.

In her right hand she held a long sword forged from ice crystals, its blade entirely translucent, surface shimmering with pale‑blue cold light.

Frost‑white hair down to the waist cascaded from her shoulders, the icy‑blue gradient at the tips emitting a faint cold glow in the dim light.

The black Eye Mask covered most of her face; the silver crescent pattern at its center glimmered faintly in the shadows, the exposed jawline tightened, lips pressed into a cold, straight line.

Your landlord said it. You know.

Jing Liu's voice was clear and cold, like a blade soaked in ice water; each word carried a penetrating chill that made one's spine shiver.

Sai Fei Er's cat ears perked up.

She pointed a finger at herself, squeezed an extremely innocent expression onto her face, and Tail, which had frozen for half a beat behind her, then continued to sway.

"Me? Me?"