Chapter 227: Aha barks like a dog, Trailblazer meets Sampo [Seeking subscriptions!]

Herta is still just an Emanator of "Erudition."

Aha jokes about wanting to poach Herta from "Nous," but in reality, he hasn't done anything.

Just like that, this Aeon who spends every day looking for fun and pursuing "Elation" successfully teased the Emanator of "Erudition," finding fun in her and using it as first-hand material to tease "Nous."

Once, in order to experiment with whether a bug could be sent into the "Genius Society," Aha bestowed all his Path blessings upon it, giving it unparalleled intelligence.

The answer was negative; Nous did not recognize a genius who had been forcibly elevated. Aha, knowing the answer, withdrew all the blessings without hesitation. For an experimental subject unable to adapt to the change, only death awaited it.

As for Herta, although Aha dared to have some crooked ideas, he didn't dare to truly turn these ideas into reality.

He is the Aeon of "Elation," not the Aeon of "Death-seeking."

Regarding this, Aha's explanation was simple:

"……Didn't I say it? You have the scent of Bai Xuan on you."

This unexpected turn of events left Herta somewhat puzzled. While trying to crack this "Simulated Universe" from the inside, she chatted with Aha about this and that.

The accumulation of time had shaped and perfected the existence known as Herta.

She was dignified in appearance, elegant in demeanor, cute in looks, and learned in five star systems, but she had no partner, no first kiss, and certainly no scent of the opposite sex on her.

Until Aha said she had the scent of Bai Xuan on her, and it was very strong.

Herta had to recall that a while ago, Bai Xuan used his bizarre power to imprison her consciousness in the puppet body, unable to leave.

Even more bizarrely, she had actually been spared a lot of trouble because of it.

The memory time ended, and Herta struggled to climb up. In the process, she still felt that her experience was so incredible:

The "Simulated Universe" program written by Zhao Zena using her own abilities directly connected to the Path of reality, attracting the real Aha;

And she herself had escaped a disaster because of Bai Xuan's "favor."

When she sees Bai Xuan next time, how should she face him...

She felt her thoughts were very chaotic, and it felt as if a group of Bai Xuans were crawling on her, making her not know what to do next.

"Are you alright?"

Asta, who had been summoned by her falling on flat ground, was full of concern.

Herta's brown hair was a bit messy, and she looked very tired, as if a hundred big orange cats were pressing on her, making it difficult even to manipulate the puppet to get up.

Lying on the ground was not something a lady should do. Herta naturally knew this, and with Asta's help, she slowly got up and sat on the chair.

She ignored Aha, who was entrenched in her mind, and said to Asta:

"Seal these machines. Without my permission, no one is allowed to touch them."

After a pause, Herta added a special permission.

"Except for Bai Xuan."

Saying Bai Xuan's name, the cheeks of the Herta puppet were a bit puffed up, making Asta feel inexplicable and also a trace of crisis.

This was the instinctive sensing between competitors.

The space station staff dismantled the machines one by one and transported them away. Herta chatted with Zhao Zena for a few words, then closed her eyes, her consciousness sinking, and she complained to Aha in her heart:

"Are Aeons always this leisurely?"

【Otherwise? Aha doesn't need to make plans to destroy the world like "Nanook," nor does he need to be enemies with each other like "Lan" and "Yaoshi," and even less does he need to calculate all day like a piece of iron.】

"Can't you just say you have nothing to do?"

【Isn't Aha looking for fun?】

"Then please find something serious to do, thank you. Don't always peep into the thoughts of a young girl."

【Aha is the Aeon of "Elation." Looking for fun is a basic operation. Fun doesn't distinguish between types.】

"By any means necessary?"

【Don't put it so harshly. Just like, do you know how many slices of bread you've eaten?】

"Forty-two slices this year," Herta said. "Also, seven pieces of large rye bread. Ever since Bai Xuan asked this ghost question, I've paid a little attention."

That someone would actually answer this question was beyond Aha's expectations, but he didn't care much either.

That someone would waste time on such things, thinking about it was also quite fun.

It's fun if it's positive, and it's fun if it's negative. In short, it's fun. Fun is winning. Aha is always having fun and winning!

Aha really has face!

【It's okay, Aha is not a human, he won't have those dirty thoughts...】

Before Aha finished speaking, the grinning mask suddenly cut to a terrified mask.

【Oh no, how did this guy find his way here... I knew his relationship with you wasn't ordinary! Ahee, big victory for Aha today!... Oh! Go easy! Don't break my mask!】

In a trance of consciousness, a hazy figure appeared in Herta's field of vision.

He was shrouded in indescribable light, and mysterious symbols flowed on the surface of his body. Just seeing it made one feel dizzy.

The overall appearance was extremely abstract, but the temperament reminded Herta of someone with black hair and black eyes who liked to wear a monocle.

Bai Xuan, who had turned into an abstract form, stretched, let out an earth-shattering yawn, and then a tentacle extended from under his black robe, wrapping around Aha's mask.

Although an Emanator could destroy a star system, and an Aeon was even above that, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free from it.

Aha discovered a new kind of fun—bondage play—but he had to start begging for mercy. Finally, he was forced to learn to bark like a dog three times before he was tossed around in the palm and tentacle cluster by that figure, thrown out like a shot put.

Before Herta could say anything, she saw that figure glance back slightly and disappear from her consciousness.

She retreated from her consciousness in a sullen mood, but unknowingly began to imagine, what if one day, those tentacles wrapped around her body...

The puppet's lips parted slightly, ten fingers gripped the edge of the chair, and her body arched... ===== CHAPTER 229 =====