Chapter 93: So Similar?!

On the floor beside them, the Star Core Essence that was exhausted to the point of near shock, limp and motionless, was the most direct proof of this fury.

To make that idiot Pioneer, who still owes a retaliation, fully realize the severe impact he caused and pay a "small" price, Xing, over the past sleepless days, with extreme "enthusiasm" and "dedication", "voluntarily" threw himself into a new round of the Simulated Universe pressure test, whose intensity was unprecedented.

The workload was so massive that it could make any legendary adventurer shed their skin.

At this moment, Xing lay there like a puddle of boneless slime, eyes vacant, the corner of his mouth still bearing wet saliva, truly unable to rise again.

Yet even this "fair" punishment could not completely dispel the lingering gloom shadowing Black Tower's brows.

She still wore a sullen face, seated in the spacious main control chair.

In front of her floated a virtual image of extremely high clarity.

The figure in the image was extracted by special means from Xing Na's chaotic Memory vault—the true appearance of that Behind the Scenes Black Hand.

Honestly, when Black Tower first laid eyes on this reconstructed image, the usually cool and rational Black Tower felt a rare ripple inside, even doubting whether Xing's Memory module had a serious error, or the extraction process had encountered unknown interference.

Why?

Why does the Behind the Scenes Black Hand, whom Xing calls "Black Tower's Sister" and who orchestrated all this…

Its appearance could be… so similar to her?!

It can't be said to be identical, after all those violet‑black sightless eyes, ash‑white long hair, and the dark gothic Lolita outfit are vastly different from Black Tower's own style.

Yet the facial contour, the arrangement and delicacy of the features are strikingly about eighty percent similar to hers!

This exceeds the realm of coincidence.

Is it that some skillful fool among those damned masked idiots deliberately disguised himself as her for fun?

Or perhaps… somewhere in the universe, there truly exists another being whose looks can match hers (she reluctantly admits), and who is bold enough to dare provoke her?

Black Tower finds it hard to imagine that, besides herself, the universe could harbor a second entity that can rival her in the attribute of "beauty"—this is not narcissism, but an objective recognition of her own perfect construction.

Moreover, according to Xing's rambling yet core‑consistent testimony, this person is precisely the thief who earlier slipped into her Space Station unnoticed and stole her Doll!

(Mimicking my face, invading my territory, stealing my things, deceiving me, spreading rumors about me, still daring to touch me…)

This chain of information combined forced Black Tower to temporarily set aside pure retribution against the masked fools and fall into deeper contemplation.

Behind this, perhaps lies a truth more worth investigating than a simple "joyful" prank.

Her violet eyes narrowed slightly, and her fingertips unconsciously tapped the armrest.

(No matter who you are, no matter where you come from… you have successfully sparked my greatest "interest".)

Aisida's cabin

Meanwhile, Station Chief Aisida of the Space Station was walking alone on the way back to her cabin.

She hung her head, her steps somewhat heavy, and her usually meticulously tended pink long hair appeared a bit dull.

Her mood was extremely low.

On one hand, the Doll that the impostor sent, which she had treasured greatly, had already been handed over to Black Tower Lady.

On the other hand, even more distressing was that she had been so easily deceived, which in turn provoked Black Tower Lady into a furious outburst, causing a considerable stir on the Space Station.

A mixture of shame, loss, and worry tangled around her.

(Black Tower Lady… must be very disappointed in me…)

She thought silently and arrived at her own door.

Identity verification passed, and the metal door slid open silently.

She didn't even have the strength to turn on the light; relying on the faint illumination filtering from the corridor, she habitually walked toward her desk, intending to set down the data tablet she carried.

However, the moment her gaze fell on the tabletop, her movement froze instantly.

On the desk, it was not the empty space she had expected.

A… Doll was quietly placed there.

It was a Black Tower Lady Doll.

But unlike the previous Doll, this one's design was entirely based on Black Tower Lady's usual classic gothic‑element appearance.

The craftsmanship was extremely exquisite, every detail rendered to the finest degree, even the curve of the exaggerated Witch Hat was reproduced without flaw, using the finest soft fabric and delicate filling.

It sat there quietly, exuding an unmistakably familiar authority.

Aisida was completely stunned.

She blinked, almost thinking she was hallucinating from excessive guilt.

Hesitantly, she stepped closer to the desk, her gaze fixed tightly on that Doll.

Then, she saw a folded sticky note pressed beside the Doll.

Her heart raced involuntarily; she reached out, trembling slightly, picked up the paper, and unfolded it.

The handwriting on it was the one she knew better than anyone, Black Tower Lady's script, containing only a few brief sentences:

【Given to you.】

【Next time, be a bit more tasteful.】

No signature, as always concise.

Yet those brief two lines, like a warm current, instantly shattered all the grievances, shame, and unease piled up in Aisida's heart.

She abruptly covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes reddening quickly, an indescribable emotion welling up inside.

Black Tower Lady… did not abandon her.

Even… used this method to comfort her.

She carefully, as if handling the world's most precious treasure, cradled the new Black Tower Doll in her palm, pressing it tightly to her chest.

Feeling the precise filling beneath the soft fabric, she seemed to sense, through it, a faint temperature hidden beneath that genius commander's cold exterior.

(Hmm! Black Tower Lady! From now on… I will definitely be more tasteful!)

She vowed forcefully in her heart.

Starry Sky Train

The Star Dome Train at deep night, like a massive cradle in the quiet Star Sea, had most of its carriages fallen into slumber.

San Yue Qi rubbed her drowsy eyes and slipped out of her own room.

Her pink hair was a bit messy, and she was still wearing cute pajamas printed with star‑and‑moon designs.

Whether it was because the day had been too eventful or simply because she'd drunk too much water before bed, she tossed and turned without being able to fall asleep, and decided to go to the Party Carriage for a drink, perhaps also some snacks to soothe her empty stomach and restless heart.

Half‑asleep, she walked through the quiet corridor and pushed open the distinctive sliding door of the Party Carriage.

Inside the carriage only a few ambient lights were on, the illumination dim and soft, and the glass of the liquor cabinet behind the bar reflected a faint glow.

In that hazy light, San Yue Qi instantly spotted a familiar silhouette at the bar—a gray, shoulder‑length haircut and a slightly casual sitting posture.