Coincidence and Accident / The Fusion Begins

You Lan Dai Er tried to organize her thoughts, but was interrupted by Gwen—

"Alright, stop interrupting. We're going to be living together for hundreds or even thousands of years..."

"But can humans live that long?"

"Of course I love Bianca, and of course I want Bianca to live with me forever..."

Come on, let me help you take off your coat..."

"I... I can do it myself..."

"Hey, don't be shy..."

"I... I'm not shy, and..."

Hearing the conversation going smoothly despite the noise inside the bathroom, Rita smiled with relief and tiptoed away...

Chapter 505 Coincidence and Accident

As Gwen led the Schicksal strongest Valkyrie up the ladder to adulthood, on the other side of the universe, someone had just ended a rather unpleasant phone call—

"Okay, I got it, Mom. See you then..."

The pink-haired girl, who appeared quiet and gentle with a warm smile on her delicate face, hung up the phone after speaking, amidst the soft laughter of the woman on the other end.

"Ah, in the end, I still have to go back..."

The usually shrewd and capable stationmaster leaned back in her chair, a hint of helplessness on her face—

Asta comes from a family that holds an important position in the company. Born with a silver spoon in her mouth, she has never been troubled by material things, and her parents have given her plenty of love.

However, Asta still had her own troubles—her dream of becoming Tianwen was not recognized and was even ridiculed.

After becoming the stationmaster of the Herta Space Station, Asta's life became even busier than before.

She needs to manage the staff members who express their own opinions;

Replying to countless letters on behalf of the Herta;

And frequent negotiations with the company to purchase new equipment from various channels...

But at the same time, she also gained the greatest freedom here—

They can pursue their dreams freely, without restraint or limitations, and legitimately.

However, even though she had distanced herself from her family, those relatives still had no intention of letting her go—

They sent her all sorts of letters, some even impersonating her parents, in an attempt to trick her into returning home.

However, to be chosen by the Herta to manage this Space Station for her, Asta is clearly more than just someone who can argue—

None of the letters, which were disguised or even impersonated her parents, succeeded in deceiving her; she threw them all into a corner.

Two days ago, another letter arrived from her uncle's family, saying that his son, Asta's cousin, had died in the line of duty, and described in detail their childhood playtime together, hoping that she could attend the cousin's funeral.

However, this lie, which had been used more than a dozen times, obviously could not fool Asta, and the invitation was thrown into the pile of letters.

However, a phone call from her mother today revealed to Asta that this time it was not a lie.

Although it was probably not a case of dying in the line of duty, her cousin did die, and she needed to attend his funeral.

"Well..."

She could choose not to go, but that would become a pretext for others to criticize her parents.

Therefore, she had no choice but to go.

After her sigh, Asta didn't linger in melancholy for long—

Let them go. Anyway, those guys aren't as difficult to deal with as Ms. Herta's sudden, whimsical demands.

Finding the pile of letters, Asta began searching for the invitations she had casually tossed in a couple of days ago—

Although they come in different styles, all of them are exquisitely designed, and the gold and silver-inlaid invitations are now lying together like a middle school student's draft paper.

If it weren't for this special circumstance, probably no one would ever have bothered to turn it over.

Among these invitations, Asta couldn't immediately find the one she had thrown in a couple of days ago, but she did discover a rather strange Invitation Letter—

Looking at the Invitation Letter in her hand, which seemed rather plain compared to the luxurious and exquisite invitation below, yet showed no signs of time, Asta's intuition told her that this Invitation Letter was probably not so simple.

With a touch of curiosity, Asta opened the Invitation Letter.

Then--

A faint light flashed, and the Invitation Letter disappeared, transforming into the image of her first-ever mobile phone—

The phone she used to photograph the starry sky.

"This is..."

Staring at her phone in slight surprise, Asta wasn't flustered at all; the surprise in her eyes was quickly replaced by curiosity.

Although the Ms. Herta didn't have much time to guide her, Asta still got to see all sorts of strange and wonderful things collected by the Ms. Herta here.

Therefore, Asta's first reaction was, could this be some kind of strange and wondrous object?

Intrigued, Asta stopped looking for the invitation and began examining the phone she had carefully stored away.

Although not only the appearance, but also the interface and system were exactly the same, Asta quickly realized that this was definitely not her phone that had been swapped out.

The phone's messaging app didn't have any of those annoying relatives, not even her parents; there was only a stranger's contact information.

"So, this unknown gentleman, are you trying to play this joke on me?"

Unsure whether this was something she had personally prepared or something prepared for Ms. Herta by some unknown person, Asta wanted to test the waters first.

Only...

A minute passed...

Three minutes have passed...

Ten minutes...

An hour had passed, and bored Asta had rummaged through the pile of scrap paper to find the invitations she needed in a couple of days, but she still hadn't received a reply from this strange phone.

"Hmm... it shouldn't have been prepared by some guys who came here because they admired Ms. Herta..."

"At this level, they wouldn't even get a second glance."

Seeing that her phone was still unresponsive, Asta shook her head, stopped paying attention, and casually tossed it into a drawer.

Although it seems to be just some random trick by a relative, it is still suspected to be a strange object and has some research value.

Meanwhile, Gwen, despite receiving a new message notification, was unwilling to dedicate the energy to responding, unaware that his procrastination had created a subtle misunderstanding—

New friends can wait; helping You Lan Dai Er become a true adult is more important...

By the time Gwen noticed this new message, it was already noon the next day.

Having grown into a mature adult, You Lan Dai Er seemed somewhat unsure how to face Gwen.

Therefore, after waking up, the strongest Valkyrie, exhausted from a night's Schicksal, didn't even wait for Gwen to wake up before making a quick getaway.

When Gwen awoke, only a trace of the girl's scent remained between his fingers...

"She's surprisingly shy..."

Gwen had no intention of getting up. He rolled over and lay on the bed like a lazy bum, savoring the experience from the previous night, which was so different from Rita's...

After a long while, Gwen, who hadn't let his guard down too much, finally noticed the message from his new friend.

After glancing at the message, knowing that this was another wary person, Gwen sent over the latest version of his self-introduction and newcomer guidelines.

After waiting for a while without receiving a reply, Gwen didn't wait any longer and started chatting with the others.

On Cocolia Land's side, thanks to the glorious victory of the last counterattack, this Great Guardian's prestige is now rivaling that of some of the most outstanding Great Guardian in history.

Chapter 506 Fusion Begins

With sufficient prestige and direct control of the army, Cocolia Rand also launched a major purge of the corrupt elements within the Belobog —military victory is often the greatest reliance for change.

As a result, Cocolia has been extremely busy lately.

Kallen in the Valkyrie Quicksilver World reports that everything is normal and there are no signs of world destruction yet.

After learning yesterday that Gwen had completed his escort mission in space, Sasha asked him this morning when he would resume his special training. Manigoldo wanted to see if Gwen's strength had declined during his recent absence from training...

"As for my strength, Sasha, tell Manigoldo not to worry."

When I go there next time, it might be time to give him a good beating...

Well, Sasha, you just need to know this. Don't tell Manigoldo yet.

If everything goes well on my end, then you can talk to me again...

After chatting for a while with Sasha, who also seemed a bit bored, Gwen glanced at the sky. He was about to get up and eat something, intending to focus on adjusting his condition today so he could begin merging with the divinity left behind by the unknown Sun God tomorrow, making final preparations to face his Inner Demon, when another message arrived—

The Great Scientist said, "I have searched through all the relevant literature I could find during this period of time."

Many mentioned Gene Lock, but none of them described the type you described.

—Although the final binding has not yet been completed, Gwen still has a considerable degree of trust in this second "friend" who opened the Invitation Letter, someone with whom he could speak freely to a great extent and who played a huge role in stabilizing his emotions during that period.

During a casual conversation, Gwen mentioned the Gene Lock he possessed.

However, Gwen didn't take it to heart—

In Gwen's memory, this Great Scientist's area of expertise did not seem to include biology.

Gwen even suspected that the other person might be a pay thief from some research institute—

Rather than discussing his research, the other party preferred to have Gwen taste his newly made pastries, to the point that Gwen even suggested changing his title to "Pastry Chef."

"So you've been investigating these things all this time?"

Gwen, who hadn't tasted the other's pastries for some time, didn't hide his surprise.

"Hmm, that's an interesting theory, so I looked it up."

With her slender, jade-like fingers, Ruan Mei placed a piece of pastry on a delicate little plate, arranging it neatly. With her other hand, she typed a reply to Gwen.

Actually, I did the research a long time ago.

Nguyen May has been refining Gwen's theory of the Gene Lock, attempting to create life forms capable of unlocking Gwen.

However, even if she could easily destroy the ecosystem of a planet, a short stay would only allow a barren planet to become filled with a variety of life.

However, Nguyen Mai saw no hope in this study.

However, Nguyen Mai was not disappointed; on the contrary, her interest grew even stronger.

This precisely means that there is something that does exist, but whose exact nature is not yet clear, influencing the experiment.

Otherwise, even if both are failures, there should be something ambiguous about them.

"Thanks..."

Unaware of what the other person had done, Gwen assumed that the other person had given up their leisurely time of slacking off and making pastries in order to find documents for him, and he couldn't help but feel a little touched.

"You're welcome. I happen to have some free time."

Gwen's reaction was exactly as Nguyen May had expected; his response was, as always, bland.

What Ruan Mei herself didn't realize was that a subtle, almost imperceptible smile had crept onto the corners of her lips—

"I made some new pastries today, would you like to try some?"

The message was sent along with a delicate little plate containing pastries.

"Of course, I've been thinking about this a lot lately, but I was afraid of bothering you, so I didn't dare to bring it up."

Gwen responded with a smile, and the exquisite little dish appeared in his hand.

Gwen casually picked up a delicately crafted pastry and put it in his mouth, but the smile on his face froze instantly—

"So sweet!!!"

"You've tasted the sweet one first... so how about trying the others?"

"Seemingly able to picture Gwen's appearance," Nguyen May teased with a smile.

"Even if I lost my slacking-off time, you don't have to punish me like this..."

Gwen swallowed the pastry that was incredibly sweet but not cloying, and while complaining, he picked up another delicate pastry, examined it carefully for a long time, and only put it in his mouth after not seeing anything different.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Ruan Mei looked at Gwen's message, but the expression on her gentle smile was somewhat strange—