I have a Synthesizer

Progett looked aggrieved, on the verge of tears.

“Ever since I was little, my family has been especially poor. My mom told me that a poor child learns to be independent early. I followed you for my dream…”

“Stop, stop, stop! What the hell are you talking about? Don’t you not know about your parents?”

“If I don’t know, can’t I make it up?” Progett said matter-of-factly.

Klein suddenly stood up. He proactively touched Progett’s silver hair and said in a very gentle voice:

“Be obedient, this national war is obviously not that simple. His Majesty allowing the Jay Society to use forbidden techniques without reservation already says a lot.

If it weren't for the lack of conventional combat power, His Majesty would never have made such a promise. Staying in the Imperial Capital is good; at least you won’t die.”

Klein’s tone and his last sentence still surprised Progett slightly. It seemed Klein wasn’t entirely confident about this war either.

After all, it was Grandoke who initiated the national war, and the cause of the war was because Klein took the equipment from Lakeheart.

“Although I would be a little touched if you spoke like that, my intuition tells me you’re acting.

Your acting is not bad, but your emotional investment is a little lacking. So, I refuse.”

“Damn it, this brat just needs a beating.”

Klein couldn't help but swear.

Klein pulled Progett to Room 105 in the potion area. Compared to other places, this felt more like his real home.

“Bang!”

“I don’t want to stay here. I’ll be scared alone, Klein!”

Progett’s voice was very penetrating, but Klein was unmoved.

“I said no. If you insist on going, then I can only lock you in the room.”

Klein locked Progett in the room, left a harsh sentence, and then left.

At this time, Progett, who was in the room, actually didn't look flustered at all.

She was observing Klein’s room. Although no one had been here for a long time, it still looked the same as when he left more than two years ago.

But under the Jay Society's room air purification device, the entire room was still very clean and tidy, not like a researcher's room.

“Well, not bad, no slovenly behavior of those tech nerds. Give him an extra five points.”

After Progett wandered around the room, she slowly returned to the door and pressed her palm on the door of 105.

“Buzz!”

The Society Leader mark suddenly appeared on the back of Progett's hand. This mark was exactly the same as Asmond’s, possessing all the permissions of the Jay Society.

The door of Room 105 was opened by Progett just like that.

She didn't continue to look for Klein at this time, because it would be impossible to explain how she got out of the room.

She'd wait until Klein got on the train. By then, even if she couldn't explain how she got out of 105, Klein wouldn't be able to verify it.

Progett flew to Asmond’s office. She had the same permissions as Asmond, so no barrier in the Jay Society could stop her.

Lying on Asmond’s large office chair, Progett picked up photos of Asmond and Katie and the others.

Kane stared at Progett. He knew Asmond had brought something out of the ruins, but Progett didn’t appear until about half a year ago.

She was originally just a baby, but in a short period of time, Progett’s growth rate had exceeded Kane’s understanding.

If the aura wasn’t completely consistent, he wouldn’t have dared to believe that the little girl in front of him was the baby from before.

Asmond’s strength was too powerful, and Kane no longer dared to appear in front of him rashly. Fortunately, with the ability to jump through space, Asmond couldn’t easily catch him.

Only this time, when Asmond was away, did he dare to appear in front of Progett.

“You’re called Progett. What exactly are you? What is your purpose in following Klein?”

Progett didn’t answer Kane. She poked at Kane in the photo with her fingernail, a hint of disdain on her face.

“Someone once said, why do people always compare deep affection for someone to being a simp? But I don’t think so.

Deep affection is deep affection, and being a simp is being a simp. Deep affection has dignity, but a simp has no dignity at all.”

Kane’s face was very unsightly. He suddenly moved towards Progett, and a small spatial dimension slash was also launched.

But the scene that appeared was even more shocking than when he had witnessed Asmond’s strength.

“Ding!”

Progett’s slender, white, and tender fingers pinched the dimension slash he released just like that. A metallic luster flashed between Progett’s fingers.

This spatial force was crushed by Progett.

“Although I am Tier 5, and you are a spatial-type Transcendent, the essence of our power is vastly different.

Second-level Rule Power can already destroy all the rules of this world.

Whether it’s space or time, in the face of true second-level Rule Power, they are so vulnerable.

So, your proud spatial power will be easily defeated by Asmond. Until now, you still haven’t understood this.

Two years, and you haven’t made any progress at all. Kane, you really make people feel sad!”

Kane heard about the concept of Rule Power for the first time. Although their rudimentary knowledge system had also noticed that power had a priority, they had never heard of the levels of Rule Power that Progett spoke of.

Kane was stunned for a moment, and Progett’s eyes were already full of flaws because her range of abilities and accuracy were unmatched.

“Buzz!”

Kane was grabbed by an invisible force and slowly lifted into the air.

“Who exactly are you?”

Progett blinked her beautiful big eyes and said with a confused look.

“Me? I am Klein’s future soulmate, his most perfect partner, a solid harbor, probably that’s it!”

Kane: “?”

“Can you speak properly?”

Progett suddenly said fiercely.

“Don’t contradict me if you don’t want to die.”

Kane finally became honest.

Progett didn’t seem to intend to kill Kane. She just slowly walked to Asmond’s bookshelf, found a cookbook, and started flipping through it.

“Hallucinogenic Poison Mushroom Soup, I didn’t expect Asmond to research this kind of strange thing.”

I'll post two more chapters after 12 o'clock. Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, I'm going to take the baby swimming, so I'll write it in advance.