Moira was really interesting.
Duva had clearly developed a great interest in this Mutant with the ability to reincarnate. Through reincarnation, this woman had somehow become one of his Xenomorphs, which made things even more interesting.
Duva knew very well that all kinds of miracles existed in this world. At any moment, some powerful individual blessed by a capricious god might crawl out of some obscure corner.
But even so, Moira's rebirth as a Xenomorph was still utterly baffling, far beyond Duva's expectations. Though he liked to prepare for every possibility and carefully formulate all kinds of contingency plans, he had never imagined such a possibility.
"Mm, there was nothing wrong with the memories of her previous two lives. Everything seemed perfectly normal. But this time, after dying and being reborn, she became my Xenomorph."
Duva carefully rifled through Moira's mind. This woman had no secrets before him.
And Moira clearly sensed Duva's unrestrained, brutally invasive actions—on a spiritual level.
In her perception, it was as though she saw a terrifying giant hand, omnipresent and grasping at everything, casually manipulating all things from high above while speaking words of comfort.
"Moira, your fate has changed. This is your greatest fortune. Since you cannot resist, you might as well enjoy this unprecedented beginning."
"Look at your past self. You were pitifully weak. As a Mutant, you died violently again and again. Your brilliant life withered before it could bloom. What meaning was there in such a short life?"
"Be quiet. Do not try to resist me. You know you cannot refuse my commands. On the contrary, I can control you however I please."
Moira wanted to die.
Though she had already died twice, she had never encountered such terrifying treatment. Forget fierce resistance—even her most basic thoughts had been surrendered without