Chapter 133

The Doctor held a paper cutter in her hand—the same one she had seen the night before. Her beautiful brows were slightly furrowed, clearly indicating that she was fully aware of everything that had happened around her.

No, perhaps she didn't know that much. But she could certainly have observed the errors in timing and the flight path.

"Surtr," she called softly as she saw the Flame-haired maiden descend from the sky.

Then Surtr handed Skadi, who was still unconscious, to her.

"I won't take back my moves. This time, I won't." As they handed the pieces over, Surtr suddenly grabbed Persephone's hand holding the paper cutter—she looked at her, her gaze pure and unwavering. "I will protect you, Persephone, that's a promise. As long as I can reach you, I will not let you get hurt, nor will I let you die—even if death is as easy for you as drinking water."

"Don't die, don't go back. I won't let this become commonplace."

The purple-haired Doctor's lips parted slightly. She seemed to want to say something, but the words caught in her throat—in the end, she simply turned her head slightly, avoiding Surtr's gaze.

Then, he gave a soft "hmm" from the tip of his nose.

"This child's name is Skadi, Aegir, the Abyssal Hunter. She has some misconceptions about me. Correct her and prevent her from doing anything foolish. I'll leave this to you, Persephone."

There was no need to reveal the information; Surtr knew it wouldn't be difficult for the girl before her to find out Skadi's background. But whether it was necessary was one thing, and whether to reveal it was another. She didn't want to hurt Persephone, nor did she want to hide anything from her. Therefore, she would face everything with honesty.

"I..." She hesitated for a moment. "I plan to wander around the city a few times and take a good look at this northern city. You said I'm free to do as I please. Hmm, or is there some special task you need me to handle?"

Persephone shook his head.

"No, Surtr." She hesitated for a moment, then said, "I won't be watching you today..."

"No need for that," Miss Surtr waved her hand. "You've only had control of this city for two or three days. Trying to avoid me will definitely hinder your operations. Just act as usual. I don't want to see anything special or do anything unusual."

Surtr walked toward the edge of the building.

"I've thought of a dish: truffle-stuffed sandworm rolls." The fire-haired Sarkaz girl paused at the edge of the table. "I'll try making it at noon and taste it. If it's still palatable, I'd appreciate your feedback."

She said.

Then, the next moment, she heard the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground and felt a gentle breeze coming from behind her.

She felt the girl's delicate body.

Persephone hugged her from behind, holding her tightly.

"Persephone?" she asked, without any doubt.

Then, she felt the girl's cheek brush against her back.

"Good or bad," Persephone's voice was lower than usual. "Delicious or unpalatable, beautiful or ugly. I want it all."

"A poorly made dish doesn't taste good..." Surtr chuckled. Then he shook his head slightly. "Alright, I promise you. Even if the pot burns, the first batch will definitely be on your table."

She patted the girl's slender hands that were wrapped around her—but she didn't actually pat them, because before she could do so, Persephone released her and retreated back to Skadi, who had fallen to the ground.

So she stopped herself from saying anything more, simply nodded, and stepped toward the edge of the rooftop.

With a single step, the nearly 100-meter fall was easily averted by slightly bending her knees. The giant sword that had been hovering behind the Flame-haired Girl disappeared into the air, and her combat skirt had been replaced by an inconspicuous gray robe. The Sarkaz horns had become dim and inconspicuous, and after taking a few steps forward, she vanished into the crowd.

She needs to think, she needs to calm down.

Several minutes after her figure disappeared, Persephone's gaze returned from the ground to the sky.

The purple-haired girl put the paper cutter into her pocket.

"... Was I too hasty? Or are there some errors in the modeling?" she muttered to herself.

"No. There must be some variables I didn't calculate. She, this woman named Skadi ... the leeway I left shouldn't have been so weak... Did something significantly trigger her emotional change? Some details I didn't notice, or details that I wouldn't normally notice?"

She turned her head, looking in the direction of the ancient city ruins. A field team and a swarm of drones were immediately assigned to explore the area. After all, many scholars wanted to study the geological movements and volcanic structures there.

There was a noise behind her. She turned around and saw the unconscious deep-sea girl open her eyes—it was interesting, of all times, she woke up right after Surtr left. Clearly, she had a unique biological clock and sensory system.

So she smiled at Aegir, who was getting up and looking around—a familiar smile, the kind that anyone who knew her well would never want to see.

"Who are you?" She saw Aegir instinctively take a big step back, his gaze towards her full of vigilance.

"You may call me Persephone, Dr. Persephone." Her tone was slow and deliberate.

And gradually approaching.

"I think you and I have a lot in common that needs to be addressed."

The game "Congee Game" has also released Alice... and it's even her real name! And logically, she'll definitely come to Rhodes Island...

Ugh... this is giving me a headache. I'm finding it so hard to write Alice as a normal character _(:з"∠)_

Memory Fragments: Dragon Clan (Copyright)

Storm.

On the overpass, a powerful storm was pounding the road surface.

The sound was unpleasant, like a pile of beans falling from a basket and hitting the ground. Some of the more refined ones made a crisp sound when they hit the pavement. But when mixed with those shabby-looking beans and then onto the ground, the reverberation became somewhat irritating, and somewhat... unpleasant.

However, the dead don't feel conflicted.

The dead won't, the living dead won't, and things that are neither truly alive nor truly human... naturally won't either.

Odin collapsed to the ground.

Its servants have all broken into unequal pieces.

Its eight-legged warhorse had each of its eight legs spaced an average of fifteen meters apart.

And its spear, its authority, its power, its Gungnir, are now in a pair of slender hands, as docile as a tamed little snake.

As we all know, there are no snakes in the world that run in a straight line.

Therefore, the straight Gungnir was twisted into a Möbius-like snake.

"It's hundreds of floors below Laevateinn."

The owner of the hand was a woman, a beautiful woman with red hair and a tall figure.

It had never seen the woman before, but it had heard of 'Laevateinn'.

So it instinctively opened its mouth.

"Sorry, I don't really want to talk to you. Seeing you reminds me of trashy Long Si and scumbag Long Wu, and those things make me feel..." The woman made a complicated gesture with one hand, as if trying to describe some indescribable, uncomfortable... pollutant.