I imagined that no one could have guessed what was happening in the deepest reaches of the Spiritual Network. Yes, no one.
The supreme leader of the New Empire and the supreme leader of the Fallen Apostles—two people who should have been mortal enemies whenever they met—were now sitting face-to-face. There was no drawn-sword tension, no violent brawl. They were simply chatting as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world.
Even I had no idea how this situation had formed, or how to make sense of this inexplicable "harmonious atmosphere." It seemed that I had never held the initiative from the start. I had been swept along by this absurd turn of events, unable to find either a reason or an opportunity to take the offensive. By the time I came to my senses, things had already become what they were now.
Abyss Shilin sat several meters ahead of us. For two opposing sides, that was an unimaginably close distance. Viska, meanwhile, was still calmly playing the role of my "guard." She remained clad in armor, standing solemnly behind and to one side of me. There was really no need for her to do this. The term "guard" had been half a joke anyway; she ought to have been my partner. But under the circumstances, Viska had decided to offer me some kind of "moral support" in her own way. When had anyone ever seen that arrogant Rogue stand obediently behind someone else like a Warrior Princess, serving as little more than decoration? Anyway, I was rather touched.
"Chen, if you have any ideas, I am confident I can use this brick to take that girl's chastity in three sections—upper, middle, and lower—within one second..."
Viska muttered through our Spiritual Connection.
Me: "..." I should clarify that