because i am stel

Messy thoughts danced in her mind, but no matter what, after finding a reason for herself, the girl's mood finally changed slightly in a better direction.

So……

go away.

Riding the gust of wind and flames that fade in color as you go, leave this nameless wasteland.

Go where you came from, to Chernobog.

........................

The journey of hundreds of kilometers is just a snap of the fingers.When Miss Stelter returned to Chernobog, the mobile city-state was still in the silence of night.

Quiet, as always.

The moment her feet set foot on the city wall, Miss Stelter connected the PRTS communication terminal on her body, and observed a drone spying on her at the end of her field of vision.

— "Welcome back, Stuart."

Persephone's familiar cold voice came from the communication terminal, and at the same time, the guiding drone floated to her side silently, circling to guide her along the way.

——"You seem to be in a good mood, did something good happen?"

"Well, it's a good thing." Miss Shirter nodded briskly, and followed the drone. "This trip to the dream world went smoothly, and I got a great harvest."

——"It sounds like it's not limited to the experimental results. It can make you so happy... Well, let me guess, you can bring some of your own power to the dream world?"

The camera of the drone is slightly shifted in the direction of Levantin.

— "Or did you succeed in carrying your sword?"

Miss Steele raised her eyebrows.She walked through the wide, deserted streets, brightly lit by street lamps that radiated light on either side of her as she walked.

Should I say... as expected of Persephone?

Ah, but that's normal too.After all, she is a character hundreds of times stronger than Athena in the world of godslayers.In her eyes, there was nothing to hide her mood changes.

"You guessed it right, Persephone. When I travel alone toward the dream world, it will be Levantine who follows me--I will never part from my sword again, nor will I It will draw other people into my dream world. This is all thanks to your advice, Persephone. You have helped me a lot."

On the opposite side of the communicator, there seems to be a negligible lag.

— "Congratulations, Struter."

—— "But from what you mean, it seems that you plan not to stay on Terra every night from now on. Instead, you will be alone in an area far from Terra—carrying your sword on a dream journey?"

"I have this plan." Miss Shirter nodded slightly. "For other people on the land of Terra, my dream world may be just a distant and illusory dream. But in my personal cognition, it is a kind of experience to involve people I know in my dream world journey. Immoral and unsafe behavior - I plan to go to the sky every week from now on. Well... if I fly as high as the moon, then I guess I won't get involved with innocent people again."

— "Every week?" Persephone, noticing her choice of words.

——"It seems that carrying power into the dream is a burden for you. But you don't seem to care about this loss and the change in the form of the dream."

"You guessed right, Persephone. Your guesses are always right." Miss Shirter approached the closed scientific research building of Qiecheng.The door of the building opened when she approached, and all the lights were brightened in an instant.

She walked into the clean reception hall, and the elevator door opened at the end of her line of sight.Air conditioners and purifiers then operate to adjust the temperature and humidity to the most suitable level for visitors.

For those who don't know, don't know Persephone.This scene is like the scene of a ghost movie.But for understanding this Rhode Island doctor—or just for Miss Shirtle.This was entirely regarded as Persephone's concern and care.

She quite enjoyed the care.

"The interval between my dreaming has been extended, judging from my current physical sensation. It should be extended to about a week."

Of course, she will not take this care for granted.

"But our previous agreement always counts, Persephone. I promised to share my secret with you, so I will fulfill this promise to the end—if you still plan to treat my If you analyze it on a trip to the dream world, I will also take you with me when I go to the moon or other places to dream."

--"only me?"

"Well, it's just you." Miss Stelter walked into the elevator.The vessel that was lucky enough to ride her then went into action.

"Because I believe in your ability, and I also believe in your mind—even if the trip to the dream world turns out to be harmless to the entourage. I am also worried that those special experiences will affect them—experience can transform a person Yes. And there may be curses stored in the memory. I don’t want an autistic or anti-social fanatic to be around me after a dream trip. But you are different.”

——Because in terms of autism and anti-social, no one can beat you.

In the girl's heart, she secretly slandered - of course she wouldn't say it outright.And she also believed that Persephone would be able to see through her inner movements at a glance.

There is no need to talk about things that are tacitly understood.

And the next moment, the opening of the elevator portal was accompanied by another secret scientific research center of Persephone, which came into the eyes of Ms. Stelter.

She frowned when she saw Persephone.

This guy has changed his outfit again - no longer JK for the day, but a delicate Lolita dress with a white print on a black base.Her lavender hair was brushed down to her ankles.The black leather boots on the feet are paired with black stockings.

—Ah, pretty girl.

—I want to whistle.

"Very beautiful." Miss Shirtle carefully looked at the indifferent face of this purple-haired guy. For Persephone, she never concealed her admiration——she added immediately. "It's also cute."

——It must be very comfortable to hold.

——Unfortunately, this guy, Persephone, is doomed to be out of touch with the word delicate and pitiful in his life.Otherwise, it must be interesting to catch and bully him.

——Hmm... Is there something I forgot to do?

There are tiny thoughts spinning in his mind, as if an interesting idea is circling in the depths of his mind, ready to come out but only a tiny step away.

She paused for a moment.

"You can try it."—But Persephone clearly saw through her basically undisguised thoughts.

"Oh, let's forget about that kind of thing." Shrugging slightly, she didn't think this tone sounded like an invitation—she just raised her hand, and a crystal was thrown from her fingertips . "The gift for you is a souvenir I got in the last world."

Persephone caught the crystal - at the moment of touching the crystal, there seemed to be a huge amount of data runes flashing in her eyes.

A certain...a ghostly aura was dispersing around her.

"Some kind of...materialized Originium skill?" Persephone looked at the crystal in his hand and fell into thought. "It feels a bit like compiling a series of origin stone skills related to death and night into a group. Then encapsulated and set up integrated instructions for quick call-up - and this thing... seems to suit me unexpectedly?"

"Godhead?" She said with [-]% certainty in her tone.

"A godhead that has been edited by the rules of the world." Miss Shirtel agreed. "I killed the corresponding god in the dream world and made this godhead in the local unique [power] encapsulation method. After I returned from the dream world, this gift unexpectedly caught up with me and was taken by the world of Terra The rules were re-edited, from a composite power aggregate to a series of Originium skills. But..."

She shrugged.

"It's not wrong to say that this is a godhead. Moreover, the prototype of this godhead is also called Persephone."

"I guess that Persephone must be stupid." The purple-haired doctor nodded and put the godhead away. "I like this gift very much, thank you, Stuart."

Then she changed the subject.

"However... since it is a battle of gods involving the prototype of my name. Then I think you must have encountered some extraordinary things in that world. I guess you must have some doubts, and some questions are buried in your stomach, waiting for me Come to advise you - what is the specific content?"

"That's a long story."

"It's okay." Persephone raised her hand, and the Godhead of the Underworld, which had just fallen into her pocket, immediately performed some superficial operations—the table and chairs were moved to Miss Stelter by the power of thoughts generated out of thin air .And on the table were fresh supper and dessert ice cream, which were obviously made by Persephone himself.

"It's the wee hours of the morning, and it's still a long time before dawn. If you don't mind, we have a lot of time to paint these stories."

"Oh, Persephone, Persephone, you always have everything in order. But..."

Miss Stelter, remembered what she wanted to do before but forgot what it was—ah, that’s right, that was a sudden thought she had when she was evaluating that useless Athena in the palace.And she, Miss Shirtle, has always responded to what she says!

That’s right, Bing!It's the same even if it's a promise to yourself!

So she got up, walked around the table with great momentum and approached Persephone—the Rhode Island doctor subconsciously took half a step back, and then was hugged by her again with a soft cry!

"I'm sorry, Persephone. There's something I really want to do—I'll apologize to you afterwards!"

When she saw the purple-haired girl's eyes, she was surprised and astonished.And a feeling similar to complacency immediately surged from her heart——she picked up Persephone's lap.Without a hassle, he tore off the boots from the purple-haired girl's feet!

The girl's slender ankles were wrapped under translucent light black stockings.She grabbed the toe of the sock with a little force.A pair of white and delicate little feet were exposed to the air because of her will—stretch out her hand, grab the toes, and the touch is cold and soft like the tips of bamboo shoots after rain.And her gaze immediately turned to look at the face of the girl in her arms.

"Sorry, I just want to take off your shoes and have a look..." ——by Shirtel, who was a little embarrassed after realizing what he had done.

"For the first time, please look at my face." ——By was still calm, but his cheeks were stained with a touch of blush, and his little head was also consciously stuck to Miss Stelter's chest Persephone.

"…………"

"…………"

There was a wordless silence in the air.

Silence, silence.

Silence is Chernobog tonight.

Chapter 140: The Tangerine Possession Is Bad

- bad...

——It's really bad...

——Move!My body... what is it doing!

At this moment, Miss Shiertel felt a greater pressure than all the gods in the godslayer world put together and besieged head-on-or she would rather fight another battle of gods than fight in this world. The time is awkward here.

what can we do about it?

What can we do?

Both arms froze, and Persephone's soft body curled up in her arms.There was a slight warm touch from the end of the fingers, and the girl's toes were as warm as warm jade because of the little filling of blood.

She did not move, nor did Persephone.

Her eyes only dared to look at Persephone's eyebrows, and she could clearly feel that Persephone's gaze was sliding over her face.

Like sitting on pins and needles.

In other words, if you really just sit on the needle felt, it would be a simple matter.

The head of the red-haired thing operates at a high speed with unprecedented efficiency, but the result of doing so is nothing more than turning the boiling water into a tumbling paste.

It's useless fluid anyway, so whatever.

——I need a foreign aid...

——Didn’t the Raiders from Heaven suddenly come to rescue me at this time...

——Amiya, Kelsey...anyone is welcome, come in or send me a message to rescue me!

Red-haired thing, doing unrealistic delusions.However, she knew very well in her heart that there was no one other than herself who could break into Persephone's secret laboratory.

In other words—it’s hopeless, let’s die, let’s say goodbye.JPG

—Ah... what stupid things have I done?Picking up the girl suddenly, taking off her shoes and socks, no matter how you look at it, it looks like she has a bad intention...Persephone will think that it is normal for me to want to fuck her.Because it's my responsibility and nonsense from beginning to end.

Miss Shirter wanted to tilt her head instinctively but tried hard to restrain her subconscious movements.

——So, do you want to apologize?Admitting that he suddenly lost his nerve, was abrupt and beautiful, and did something stupid that only a fool would do?

——Ah, yes.I should apologize... should.But……

—if Persephone really had a problem with such matters.Then shouldn't she reject me directly?After all, she is not some silly white girl with a love brain, unless...

A drop of cold sweat emerged from the girl's forehead due to a terrible guess.

——If it's Persephone...it doesn't seem to be impossible.On Terra, she should be the only one who has no demands on me and is equal to me... If she really likes me...

— Gan!What am I thinking!She has amnesia and has not been awake for three days!

In the heart of the red-haired thing, heaven and man are at war.

And just when she made up her mind to cut the mess quickly.The girl in her arms spoke faintly—it was the first time she heard the feeling of 'youyou' from Persephone's tone!

"Aren't you going to continue doing it?" - There was no trace of shyness in the doctor's words.

"Uh, that, I just..." Miss Shirtle's thoughts were completely disrupted - she was a little incoherent.

"Do you want me to move by myself? Then this is too much, please don't take me too lightly."

"That... I just said that I just wanted to take off your shoes..." Miss Stelter retorted in a low voice, her momentum completely suppressed.

"Oh, I thought you were going to pin me on the table or the floor and do all sorts of things."

"How is it possible! And you didn't react just now..."

"If you plan to do something to me, can I really resist you?" A rhetorical question blocked all excuses. "I just chose a strategy with the least hindrance. Since I can't resist, it's better to choose a more comfortable posture, lest you break my hand because of convenience."

Miss Steele had a feeling - if she really wanted to do something and break this guy's hand off.Then this guy might be even more excited, or this guy said this kind of thing on this occasion, just to lure himself into anger, and then really do it.

However, this kind of thought only appeared for a moment and then was immediately suppressed by her - she was still a normal person after all, or an abnormal person who thought she was normal.And a person who can think normally should not have such outrageous and exaggerated thoughts.

The doubts subsided, and all that was left was guilt and feeble embarrassment——she lowered her head, bent over, and put Persephone on the chair well.

"I'm sorry, I did something wrong, please forgive me." ——Red-haired thing, sincere apology.