The Dangers of Having Too Much Credit

For example, right now, at this very moment.

She was well aware of Miss W's feelings for Theresia —following, obsession, anticipation, and perhaps some deeper desires. From the perspective of someone in Arknights playing a mobile game, Miss W could almost be considered Theresia's possession, her shadow, her follower. And if Theresia felt similarly for W, then Miss Surtr's ideals and aesthetics would undoubtedly lead her to act immediately, going with the flow, the moment this seed of attraction sprouted.

However, the problem is that it doesn't exist.

Theresia values W, but not to a great extent—a fact she has personally witnessed and experienced in the Sarkaz Babel Tower. Even in the game, the pink and white Princess, Miss W, is merely a ray of light illuminating the darkness in her eyes, but not a light that belongs solely to her.

This is a one-way street. Theresia has never reciprocated this idea in the Terra.

Conversely, because of Miss Surtr's intervention, both the arrows from W and the arrows from the Princess, in her perception, pointed in a subtle direction due to the butterfly effect she had triggered.

And this is the current situation— Theresia has her finger between her lips in the Reeds Field, and her tongue is darting around. It's clearly an act that goes beyond friendship—perhaps it could be forcibly interpreted as mental instability resulting from the previous changes at Rhodes Island. However, at the same time, the real W is pressed against her in an ambiguous manner, teasing her with ear-biting that's obviously not playful banter between best friends!

Because she could almost feel W's lips touching her earlobe, he was just one bite away from taking it!

What to do!?

The logic of pure love doesn't hold true; she can't currently determine if she's entered into an established romantic relationship because she knows she's formed certain bonds with Theresia and Miss W. These bonds could develop into a close friendship, or they could evolve into something more intimate and romantic!

However, she now didn't know whether these two truly wanted to remain her best friend or had ulterior motives. And on top of that, certain lingering thoughts—thoughts that wouldn't affect her decision, they would still tug at her heartstrings—coursed through her mind. It gave her a strange, almost pleasurable, feeling, like digging up a brick from a wall, only to have the entire wall spring up and crash into her!

—What the hell am I supposed to do?!

—I didn't know, you idiot! If it was just friendly banter, I shouldn't have stopped it...

She didn't hear Miss W's whispers in her ear. She only felt her upper body stiffen, and something cool and soft kept touching the tip of her ear.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the spatial plane, the Princess, who was sucking on her finger, saw that she didn't react. So she went a step further, wrapping and swirling her tongue around her knuckles, and while doing so, she alluringly raised her eyes to look at her from below!

She suddenly shuddered.

—No way! This is way too much! I need a time machine right now... Damn it! It seems I can't reverse time in two different spatial layers at the same time. And Theresia's spirit form, without a physical body, might not be able to withstand the Flame of Burning Time... Her physical body isn't even here, who knows if her spirit form can be successfully reversed like Talulah's!

A wave of numbness washed over her. Her hand, as if from the real world, was about to rise and push Miss W away, but hesitated slightly before doing so, a hesitation that W noticed—it was unclear what W had inferred. Her crimson eyes suddenly lit up when she saw her indecisive action, and in the next instant, she moved a little closer to her.

She felt W's entire upper body pressed against her. Her full, firm breasts were pressed tightly against the middle of her upper arm.

"...You're not listening to me, Surtr." Miss W's voice became even more lingering, even carrying a subtle allure—his heart pounded, and his tone and words became somewhat bolder.

"Are you... trying to do something to me?" W pressed close to her, near the cheek that the red-haired thing instinctively tried to avoid, her bright red lips more vibrant than ever before.

"..."

On another spatial level, Theresia, who was not stopped, also moved lightly and slowly, spitting out Miss Surtr's fingers, which were already stiff as wood. She let, and deliberately let, clear saliva run down the corner of her lips, while holding Miss Surtr's hand, pressing it against her chest, and slowly sliding it down.

"Surtr..." The Princess's gaze held an unusual mix of aggression and expectation. "Please..."

She let the girl's fingertips, stained with her own saliva, lightly trace downwards along her cleavage—

"..."

Miss Surtr felt she was in a predicament, a terrible predicament.

Is it scary?

Yes, it's terrifying.

It's a clear sign that his reputation is about to be ruined, and he'll be ruined very soon.

But...

—That way, I can be sure you two bastards weren't up to any good, and it wasn't just some playful banter between best friends.

Even if you two really... really do have feelings for me that go beyond friendship, this is in public. Don't tell me that a seasoned mercenary and a potential Lord of Fiends can't even see this atmosphere and situation, and can't control your emotions!

—Is it fun to make fun of me?

The phenomenon judgment agency named Surtr resumed operation at this moment. Stiff bodies instantly became light and agile. And previously wandering gazes instantly converged and became focused.

The two contestants on both levels realized something was wrong in an instant.

"Surtr?" X2

"Ouch!" The Princess, deep in her consciousness, was flicked on the forehead, clutching her forehead with teary eyes.

"Ouch!" Miss W was on the surface of reality, had her ear pinched as punishment for biting her ear earlier.

"If you mess with me again, see how I deal with you next time." — The red-haired creature deep within his consciousness whispered a scolding tone to the aggrieved Princess.

"I didn't—" The Princess was about to argue, but when she met the red-haired fellow's gaze, she suddenly lost her spirit and lowered her head.

"I know..." Theresia dejectedly.

Meanwhile, Miss Surtr in the real world looked at the white-haired Sarkaz, who seemed slightly uneasy about her change. "W, I remember saying before. If you cause me trouble, I'll pin you to my desk and spank you."

She saw W seem to breathe a sigh of relief—and then immediately put on that nonchalant smile again.

"Huh? You really weren't just saying it? And I remember you said something like 'bullying immature juniors or making fun of shy newcomers,' right?"

"I'm so sorry, I joined Rhodes Island Pharmaceuticals later than you. Right now, I'm just a 'suppressed newbie'!"

W's eyes suddenly widened. At first, she looked incredulous, then seemed about to burst into laughter.

"You? A newcomer... wait!" As she laughed, Miss Surtr suddenly stood up, grabbed her around the waist, and tucked her under her arm.

Her smile froze on her face.

"Surtr! You can't be serious—Eeeah!" An invisible flame enveloped her, carrying her into the sky, and then plummeted straight towards the office of some red-haired thing!

It's an office desk, and it is an office desk. Miss Surtr always keeps her promises.

Her departure was accompanied by W's pitiful yet seemingly expectant scream.

There's another session around midnight.

Chapter 170 The Dangers of Excessive Credit

An invisible stream of fire pierced the air, doors and windows opened, and then a figure appeared amidst the shifting light—accompanied by a soft thud, the exuberant Miss W was gently shoved onto Surtr's usual desk. Before the Sarkaz girl's delicate body touched the hardwood surface, an invisible force of telekinesis gathered the documents and books on the table, preventing knowledge from colliding with flesh and blood.

"Surtr, you—"

W tried to struggle as she was pinned to the table—but it was weak and feeble, a mere defiant resistance rather than a struggle. Miss Surtr easily subdued her, grabbing her wrists and pressing her hands against her back to force her face down.

"I mean what I say," the Flame-haired maiden replied calmly. "When have you ever seen me go back on my word—don't move."