Chapter 89: Fake·Mask·Fool

Black Tower seized the tablet, and the icy stare landed on the remark field of that transfer record.

Above, it was written in a flamboyant yet slightly playful font:

Dear little sister:

Sister, I took a tiny bit of pocket money from you; you probably don't mind, right? (???)

Consider it a small token for the Train Group's hard‑working runners~ Don't worry, next time we meet, sister will definitely give you— a super~mega~big~hug! Oh!

Forever loving you, sister~?

PS: By the way, just to say, your 'Xiao Ai' and 'Xiao Ruan'... tsk tsk, good eye, both are very 'juicy'! Fun God above! (? °??? °)?

Finally, it also attached a smiling face emoji sparkling with starlight.

This remark: the first half is a pretended affectionate disgust, the middle shamelessly demanding a hug, and the latter part... is sheer slander and provocation!

Especially the word 'juicy', used with extreme cunning malice, full of suggestive ambiguity!

Ha... hehe...

Black Tower looked at the line and unexpectedly let out a low laugh.

The laugh started light, then grew louder, colder, and finally turned into a chilling, supremely suppressed, furiously inverted laugh!

Good... good... well done...

She murmured, and the fingers gripping the tablet's edge whitened at the joints from overexertion.

The next second—

Crack— Boom!!

The tablet, made of top‑grade material, was brutally snapped open by her bare hands!

Sparks and fragments flew everywhere, startling nearby Aisida and San Yue Qi, who screamed and retreated!

Black Tower casually tossed the smoking wreckage onto the ground, lifted her gaze, and in those violet eyes a storm raged, nearly spewing actual flame.

She almost gritted her teeth, growling each word slowly:

Fake·Mask·Fool…

She blamed all of this—the absurd rumors, Xinghe's affront, the loss of property, the insult to her dignity—entirely on those Joyful believers who live by creating chaos and fun!

Although the direction was slightly off, the intuition that had been harshly toyed with by 'Joy' was spot‑on.

Meanwhile, inside the System Space carriage.

Heimu, leisurely "watching a movie", heard the system's calm, ripple‑free notification tone at his ear:

Detected high‑concentration 'Joy' concept feedback; target 'Black Tower' emotional fluctuation peak exceeded threshold.

Core Repair Rate increased: 2%

Current total Repair Degree: 37.5%

Immediately after, a thought only she could perceive, brimming with endless mockery and satisfaction, bubbled lightly in her consciousness:

(Hehe~)

It was Aha.

Heimu lifted the virtual teacup, covering the subtle upward curve at the corner of their lips.

(Looks like this 'gift', Black Tower Lady... 'receives' it quite satisfactorily.)

Black Tower Space Station

Under Jizi's steady persuasion, Black Tower's raging fire in her chest was temporarily suppressed back beneath the frozen surface.

She gave a deep glance at Xinghe, who was hiding behind Jizi, only half a head showing, with a face saying "I'm wrong but I don't know where", her gaze so icy it seemed able to freeze the Star Core.

Finally she glared fiercely at Xinghe, the look clearly conveying "this isn't over", which turned into an extremely impatient "tsk".

She looked at the pale‑faced Aisida beside her, her tone unquestionable: "Aisida, you, come with me to the office."

Having said that, she ignored the crowd in the corridor, turned, and walked straight toward the office.

Aisida trembled all over, and could only resign herself to a small jog to keep up with Black Tower's steps, looking like a little animal about to be led to the execution ground.

Jizi watched the two's departing silhouettes, especially Black Tower's, which seemed to gather storm clouds, and sighed helplessly.

She turned, looked at the frightened Xinghe and the San Yue Qi whose face read "Curious Baby", rubbed her forehead, and with a rare hint of severity said, "Now, who can tell me what exactly is going on?"

Black Tower Office

The metal door slid shut behind them, sealing off everything outside.

Inside the office, only Black Tower and the trembling Aisida, who had entered almost hand‑in‑hand, remained.

Black Tower walked to her main control seat but did not sit down immediately.

She stared expressionlessly at the Aisida before her, whose head hung low, hands nervously twisted in front, even her breathing had become shallow.

The young Station Chief now resembled a prisoner awaiting final judgment.

"These past few days," Black Tower's voice had no inflection, breaking the silence, "I was not in the Space Station."

Aisida jerked her head up, her face full of disbelief: "You… you weren't? But…?"

Black Tower's mouth curled a smileless curve: "So?"

Aisida was not a foolish person; recalling the previous anomalies and that 'Black Tower' who had behaved overly… affectionately and abnormally, a startling hypothesis surfaced in her mind, making her voice tremble: "Is… is someone… impersonating you?"

Black Tower nodded, eyes sharp as knives: "Correct. Seeing your reaction, it seems the impostor performed 'quite successfully'."

She deliberately emphasized a word, "Now, recount everything you know, every abnormality concerning the Space Station these past days, and every irregularity about 'me', without omitting a single word."

Aisida felt her throat tighten, but under Black Tower's unquestionable gaze, she could only begin to recount shakily.

She mentioned that earlier the Black Tower Lady had suddenly summoned her to the office, said some… some 'encouraging' words that made her blush and heart race, and even reached out to stroke her hair.

At this point in her narration, Aisida's voice was as thin as a mosquito's, her cheeks flushed, and she dared not look up at the real Black Tower.

She recounted that the Black Tower Lady gave her an exquisite Doll, saying it was a reward for 'hard work'.

She also mentioned how that Doll calmly responded to her inquiries, how it 'soothed' the Space Station's daily operations…

As Aisida spoke, Black Tower felt the nerves beside its temples throbbing.

When hearing Aisida describe the details of being teased, a meaningful 'run' character in the transfer remark flashed through her mind!

(So... that's what it meant!)

A surge of anger, feeling that everything had been tainted, rose again.

"Heh... really daring!"

Black Tower almost laughed in extreme anger, murmuring softly, "Those who dare to move me..."

She suppressed her anger and pressed Aisida: "You never had a moment of doubt? You didn't see any flaws?"

Aisida shook her head, feeling wronged and ashamed, her voice trembling: "I... I thought you, Black Tower Lady, were just in a good mood... or... that I had done something to displease you, and you were testing me..."