Extreme Testing

Next to that suspected black hole is the Herta Space Station, and below the Herta Space Station is her home planet Planet Blue.

Although she has long transcended the limitations of her planet, and even the government of Planet Blue relies on her glory, it doesn't mean she has no feelings for Azure Planet Blue and can stand by and watch Planet Blue be swallowed by a black hole.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to save Planet Blue from disaster time and time again.

However, although the demolition of their hometown created a sense of urgency, Herta was not so quick to lose its composure.

The stern-faced Herta slowly shifted its gaze to the radiant figure with its back to the Space Station—

"Or... that person's ability?"

Even though the starry sky was dazzling, Herta was clearly not blind enough to miss such a large energy source. However, although the energy fluctuations on the other party were strong, they did not have the destructive aura of the Antimatter Legion. Moreover, since the other party was facing away from the Space Station, he was obviously a guardian. Herta regarded him as some strange and unusual person passing by.

But now it seems that this extraordinary person is a bit too extraordinary.

After all, while black holes are terrifying, there are many ways to destroy them before or during their formation.

Moreover, black holes are not so easy to form.

The Herta has seen the technology and ability to simulate black holes before. The cane of Welt on the Stellaris Train is quite interesting, but it is just a Quasi Black Hole. It is almost impossible for it to actually form a black hole that devours stars. It would be artificially resolved before it could expand to that point.

However, what if someone possessed the ability to directly create a real black hole...?

The Herta Puppets looked at Gwen with sparkling eyes, beginning to wonder who this guest was who had come to its Space Station.

In fact, both of Herta's guesses were correct—

Gwen applied maximum gravitational force to the fake insect king and filled it with immense mass, indeed heading towards the black hole.

However, its purpose was not to create a real black hole to destroy the Space Station and the Herta's home base, but to use the power that was infinitely close to a real black hole to fight against and destroy the Insect King's special defense, and then completely annihilate the Insect King at the atomic level.

Under the increasingly terrifying gravitational pull, the protection derived from destiny on the fake insect king became increasingly powerless. The Cosmo that shattered atoms began to destroy the rapidly strengthening physical body, and together with the gravity that was also strengthened by the microscopic level of control, it completely destroyed it from the perspective of onlookers.

When the dazzling Galaxy - Star Explosion, along with all the light in the universe, was drawn away by the terrifying gravity, leaving only that one source of light in the world, a mournful cry echoed through the starry sky, announcing the end of this fake Insect King who might have had the hope of using the power of destruction to glimpse the true realm of the Insect King.

After confirming his death, Gwen quickly withdrew his power, artificially reducing gravity, releasing the opposite force, and drawing back his power to dissolve the Quasi Black Hole.

If it truly evolves into a real black hole, things will get really interesting.

However, just as Gwen was carefully dismantling this Quasi Black Hole, Quasi Black Hole, a clear and melodious voice suddenly rang in his ear, ignoring the vacuum environment—

"Hey everyone, wait a minute."

"?"

Gwen glanced to the side and saw that a delicate and lovely little girl had ignored the harsh vacuum environment and the terrifying energy fluctuations emanating from her and come to his side.

From the other person's attire, the prominent joints on their body, and the iconic hammer, Gwen immediately recognized their identity.

"Herta?"

"Yes, that's me."

Herta showed no surprise at being recognized, simply nodding as if it were commonplace.

"Although this is just a doll made to resemble me when I was a child, it is indeed me."

What brings you here?

Gwen wanted to suggest spinning around, but he had other things to do, Gwen refrained from doing so.

"Did you create that Quasi Black Hole over there?"

Herta pointed to the weakening Quasi Black Hole ahead and asked.

"That's right, that bug is very troublesome. I don't know enough about fate, so this is the simplest way to achieve a miracle through sheer force."

Gwen was still considering whether he could use the favor of saving the Space Station to get some useful information from the Herta, nodded in agreement.

"It really is..."

Herta hadn't expected such an answer, and his tone became more roundabout as he said...

"It's simple enough."

Although it can be considered effective, its efficiency is ultimately a bit low...

So, are you interested in making your skills more efficient?

"..."

Gwen, who hadn't expected the Herta to take the initiative to strike up a conversation and immediately offer himself a bribe, remained silent for a moment before nodding slightly.

"Certainly."

Although physics on Earth is relatively advanced, Gwen could even consult Dr. Einstein himself, who proposed the theory of relativity.

But if we can learn from the most outstanding geniuses in the known universe, then the possibilities are even greater...

However, let me make it clear from the start—

"But please forgive me for stating in advance that some things are my personal secrets and cannot be disclosed."

"I understand, I'm not that interested either..."

The Herta waved its little hand, seemingly completely unconcerned about the secret Gwen spoke of, and pointed to the Quasi Black Hole in the distance—

"I have an experiment that requires trying out a special environment. Your Quasi Black Hole is quite interesting; it can already distort the curvature of spacetime to a certain extent."

Next, adjust this Quasi Black Hole according to my instructions. I can also simultaneously assess your capabilities to prepare you for improving your efficiency.

For the experiment he had been longing for, Herta even resorted to his "streetlight trick" of making empty promises.

"Could you please tell me approximately how long it will take?"

I'm not in my best physical condition right now, and I also have some family matters to attend to back home.

Gwen was about to agree, but then remembered that he hadn't returned to Earth since waking up, so he changed his mind and asked again.

"Don't worry, it won't take you too long—"

As long as your self-control isn't too bad, it'll be at most one day, okay?

If your self-control isn't up to par, then wait until you have enough before doing it, okay?

Herta has always been quite patient with those who have requests of them.

"Deal. I think my control shouldn't disappoint you, Herta."

Gwen nodded, his words revealing a confident air that everything was under control.

"Oh? Then I'll be watching closely."

Chapter 857 Extreme Test

Observing the black hole in the distance that was gradually twisting and deforming, evolving step by step towards the predetermined parameters at an astonishing speed, Herta unconsciously rested his chin on his slender fingers, and his violet eyes narrowed slightly, revealing an undisguised amazement.

The golden glow emanating from Apollo cast a soft golden light on her porcelain-white cheeks, making her appear even more youthful and delicate.

"I admit I underestimated you..."

The casualness in her voice was gone; the last syllable rose slightly, as if she wanted to confirm the reality of the scene before her.

However, both direct observation of the doll and observation data transmitted from inside the Space Station confirm its authenticity.

How did you do that?

Relying on this mech for support?

But with that level of precision... even Screwllum would find it troublesome.

His voice held a new seriousness, and Herta's gaze toward Gwen held a new level of inquiry. Although his tone still carried a hint of teasing, it was not offensive; rather, it conveyed admiration.

In just a few minutes, Herta has witnessed too many incredible maneuvers.

The Herta's thinking is always as swift as light, but just as she conceived a simplified plan and her fingertips were still hovering in mid-air, pondering which parameter to start with to better balance the feasibility and accuracy of the operation, Gwen had already completed all the adjustments and was even calmly waiting for her next instruction.

It feels like...

A hint of interest curved the corners of Herta's lips.

Just as she was still debating whether to build a complete set of precision tools or design a multi-functional device, the other party had already waved their hand and accomplished the goal, as easily as eating or drinking.

Even the Herta, a renowned genius in the universe who has created countless miracles that have been hailed as impossible, couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at this moment.

At least, judging from Gwen's effortless and casual manner, Herta felt that if it were in his own area of expertise, he might not be able to do so with such ease.

"That's not the case."

A faint smile played on Gwen's lips as his fingertips lightly tapped Apollo's gauntlets, causing subtle ripples of energy to emanate from the metal surface. His voice was steady and resolute, as if stating a perfectly simple fact.

"Compared to the increase in control, the enhancement that Apollo brought me was more in the amplitude of the power intensity."

In contrast, at the micro-level of control, my control over them has actually weakened.

Herta raised her eyebrows slightly, and the doll's delicate but pretty face was tinged with a faint golden glow. Her fingertips unconsciously twirled a strand of hair, and a thoughtful look flashed in her violet eyes. Greater power meant greater difficulty in precise control—a common sense that even a middle school student could understand.

"So, if you're not in the mecha, your control precision can be improved even further?"

Herta's voice became a little lighter, as if he had discovered something interesting.

Gwen chuckled softly, a confident glint in his eyes. Even though he was still in the "indigestion" phase, the extreme precision granted by the four high-level Gene Lock gave him a significant boost in control over his power.

"Now is fine."

A sly smile played on her lips. With a wave of her small hand, Herta unleashed a holographic projection, seemingly hidden somewhere, around her. Countless parameters and formulas swirled around her like stars, eventually simplifying into goals and instructions—

"How about this?"

Since Gwen was so confident, she naturally didn't hold back. All those theoretical ideas that had been shelved before—which she herself had to consider "impractical" perfect solutions due to their overly demanding conditions—were now being brought out again.

With a light tap of her fingertips in the air, she launched out a series of complex and dazzling requests, her movements as swift as ordering food at a restaurant.

The pressure suddenly increased, but Gwen didn't even flinch; instead, a spark of excitement ignited in his eyes.

With his Gene Lock breaking through to the fourth advanced stage, his Cosmo also experienced a leap forward—he was eager for a thoroughly enjoyable test.

Let me see my limits.

Gene Lock, unlock!

With the computational support provided by Apollo's machine, Gwen can devote more energy to things other than digesting his powers, and can also better experiment with his microscopic abilities.

Under certain conditions, after several attempts, the Herta was about to give up, but with Gwen's persistence, they tried, adjusted, and broke through time and time again.

"...

It actually worked?

Herta's voice carried a rare hint of surprise. She stared at the data on the observation screen, which perfectly matched theoretical expectations, remained silent for two seconds, then suddenly chuckled softly.

"Not bad."

For Gwen to receive praise from a genius often criticized for being arrogant, his performance had clearly amazed even the Herta.

Inside the Herta Space Station, the tense atmosphere that had been so tight had long since dissipated.

The alarms stopped, the emergency lights went out, and were replaced by soft lighting in the main control compartment.

The staff members gathered in twos and threes; some slumped into chairs and let out a long sigh of relief, while others high-fived each other to celebrate their narrow escape.

Everyone witnessed the Herta Puppets resuming its activity, signifying that the Envoy of Wisdom, the true master of the Herta Space Station, had regained control of the Space Station, and the crisis was completely averted.

Laughter echoed down the corridor, a way for people to release the mental stress of their near-death experience. However, amidst the relaxed atmosphere, some noticed something unusual outside the observation window—

"Huh?"

On March 7th, she stood on tiptoe, her hands resting on the railing of the observation window, her bright eyes gazing curiously into the deep expanse of space.

"Isn't that Ms. Herta? What are she and Gwen doing?"

Beside the three on the Stellaris Train, Asta had just lifted the blockade and issued numerous orders, looked up at the holographic projection upon hearing this.

The young stationmaster finally felt relieved of the immense pressure that had been weighing on him. His hair was still damp with sweat, but his smile had regained its usual composure.

"Ms. Herta said she wanted to conduct an experiment using the Quasi Black Hole created by Gwen, and they should be making final adjustments to the environmental parameters now."

As she spoke, Asta stood up and solemnly bowed to the Astral Express Crew:

"I would also like to thank everyone for their timely assistance. On behalf of everyone at the Herta Space Station, I extend my sincerest gratitude to the Stellaris Train."

Even disregarding Gwen's sudden emergence as a variable, the Astral Express Crew rescued many staff members during the crisis, not to mention Gwen, who ultimately turned the tide. It's clear that the train had a close relationship with them.

"Oh, don't be so formal~"

On March 7th, she waved her hand, the crystal ornament in her hair swaying gently with the movement.

"We, the Nameless, will help wherever we go!"