The Pure-Love Warrior, Stillborn / The Setting Isn't Something You Can Eat

Then, the communication terminal is connected.

"Persephone," she said softly.

"Emergency situation."

Chapter 174: The Pure Love God of War, Stillborn

About four hours later.

"I cannot yet analyze its underlying principles. But it is now roughly certain that this should be some kind of natural phenomenon rather than the powerful interference across the gaps between universes that you guessed—it originates from your mind, but I cannot yet determine whether you shaped it."

That ray of light was sealed in a tightly preserved container, and the slightly strange aura emanating from Persephone had completely vanished before Miss Surtr arrived at her yet another research center—she was still wearing a Princess dress, but it was no longer pure white but deep black.

A black Princess dress, I don't know what it symbolizes.

This small change does not affect how the problem is handled.

The Rhodes Island Doctor spent considerable time analyzing this glimmer of light and listening to all the information Miss Surtr provided, including the Warhammer universe's setting, Chaos, the Warp, that unusual meeting, and even the little farce not long ago, Miss Surtr's skeptical speculation about her mistake. She listened to everything without missing a single word, showing no discomfort or embarrassment whatsoever.

In such situations, most people would try to conceal something. After all, directly exposing someone's tricks or making baseless speculations is somewhat impersonal and would make those who care about relationships feel awkward.

But Surtr wouldn't. Because she knew that in an emergency, regardless of the purpose, concealing crucial information would lead to an unpredictable outcome. And the result of that outcome was never good.

"You have a great imagination." That was Persephone's response to her wonderful conjecture.

"However, it is harmless." This was Persephone's answer after analyzing the ray of light, "It is harmless for now."

Miss Surtr felt that both of his answers were pointed at something.

However, she knew that although Persephone also had the blood of a riddle-maker, he always chose to be concise in times of crisis—so she was a little relieved, and her posture in the chair changed from leaning forward with concern to leaning back in relaxation.

"Only the cause is unknown..." She breathed a slight sigh of relief. "Could it cause any harm, or have any bad negative effects?"

"What harm are you referring to? What negative impact will it have?" Persephone asked without looking up as he tidied up his research table.

"... Regarding this world?"

"Increasing biodiversity will allow the world to have more new races, such as the Chimera, and to expand their populations, either slightly or significantly. The world's stability will thus increase by about thirty to fifty percentage points within a century, until it reaches the next suitable equilibrium threshold. And the increase in the total biomass will promote the prosperity of the next era and technological progress."

"...You call this negative...and why did it become like this?" Miss Surtr gestured with her fingers, puzzled. "This thing clearly affects my mood..."

Persephone adjusted the instruments, fiddling with the sophisticated probes.

"Excessive prosperity is also a negative factor, as the recycling of resources may not keep up with population growth. Coupled with the element of technological progress, the ultimate development will be an internal resource race or an external exploration of territory, and in the ocean and the sky, there are signs of war."

"As for why it turned out this way, it's simple." Persephone paused slightly, raised his head, and tucked a stray hair behind his ear. "Surtr, have you ever heard of dragons?"

"Uh, you mean the dragons of Yan? Or the Draco like Talulah?" Miss Surtr tilted her head slightly, asking as she continued to tidy up the mess on the research table for Persephone.

"No, I'm referring to ancient dragons. In the ancient legends, their wings covered the sky, and wherever they went, lava spread and fear was everywhere. Greedy and licentious, their nests were the cities where evil monsters gathered—I'm referring to those ancient dragons."

Miss Surtr knew those dragons—she'd killed quite a few, in the Dreamlands. She must have killed hundreds of chromatic or metallic dragons on the battlefields of the Lower Realms of Faerun. And before leaving the Abyss of Hell, she'd even plucked the head of one of Tiamat's black dragons, turning the chromatic queen into a crippled chromatic queen.

She remembered storing the black dragon's head in a low-magic realm called Klein —which she later learned of. The result was that Dark Queen Takhisis in the Dragonlance Chronicles, became her pet. This forced a certain black-robed wizard, attempting to kill a god and seal his own destiny, to confront the wailing owner of his pet, leading to a rather awkward situation.

Distant memories echoed in her mind; she wasn't sure if such dragons existed in ancient Terra. But Persephone's description was clearly a concept with a very specific meaning. And the implications derived from it also came into her understanding.

"Corrosive..." she murmured. "Just like how the aura of a dragon can corrupt weaker creatures, giving them dragon blood and making them dragons' servants and lackeys... Persephone, do you mean this ray of light can have that same effect?"

"Yes, it has very obvious dragon-like characteristics—infection, but it will not affect its own nature through assimilation and growth. Unlike those useless faith spirits that are influenced by faith and thus become twisted, chaotic, or even mentally deficient. This ray of light can devour specific emotions, beliefs, and even concepts to grow. But during its growth, it will not be affected by anything from food, not even at the level of taste preferences."

"It will become like that deity in the Warhammer world you described—the same in origin, but the opposite of that deity. In time, it will become the god of pure love in Terra, even if all of Terra falls into the form of the Dark Eldar you described. Its nature will not change before it encounters interference from a higher power. Instead, it will purify Dark Terra into Fairy Tale Terra through the power of pure love."

Miss Surtr had nothing more to say.

What's this called?

Did a blunder inadvertently create a world-destroying mechanism? The day that laid the foundation for the Pure Love God of War? This is even more outrageous than growing a SREES in penicillin culture medium, you bastard!

The girl's face twitched—she understood Persephone's meaning perfectly well, and knew that what seemed like a good thing was actually far from it. Pure love would lead to a proliferation of life, causing resource scarcity and forcing life on the planet to seek expansion. And for the sake of their love, this civilization would become extremely virtuous both internally and externally.

After all, in her previous life, the pinnacle of Western classical armies—the Theban Sacred Army, which utterly crushed the invincible Sparta of that era—was an army that completely adhered to Platonic ideals of pure love. They were an army truly capable of fighting to the last man based on unwavering faith, and indeed, in history, fought to the last man to die. And if such morale and fervor were replicated and applied to the entire civilization, then that civilization...

—Aren't you going to crash headfirst into the curtain of the sky and die?

"I understand." She sighed. "It seems this generation isn't ready to welcome the arrival of a Pure Love God of War. So what should we do? Persephone, seal it away? And will it affect me?"

"My suggestion is that you take it with you next time you go to that Terra. The world there can't get any worse, can it? Adding an eel might even spark some new possibilities or unique hope—leaving it here, the seal will eventually be broken by some accident. As for you..."

She looked up and examined the red-haired thing in front of her from above.

Then he shook his head.

"It won't be of much use to you. At most, it will slightly disturb your mind, and you'll be discovered immediately—by the way, I've also come up with a preliminary result regarding the malfunction of the Queen of the Underworld Divinity status. It's nothing serious, after all, strictly speaking..."

She looked directly into Miss Surtr's light pink eyes. "If you really expect me to do that, I'll go along with it, and I think it would be quite interesting."

So Miss Surtr raised her hands, mimicking Myrtle as usual.

"That's enough." She forced an awkward yet polite smile.

"And since you want me to take it back to Terra, you mean this is indeed a phenomenon related to the Warhammer world and the fallen god of love?"

"I'm not sure," Persephone replied. She finally finished tidying her lab table. As she walked outside, Miss Surtr opened the door for her and walked beside her. "I just said I could do it."

Outside the door, the northern morning was still shrouded in darkness. Fresh air rushed in, and the earth would soon be bathed in the pure white light of dawn.

"So I'm going to Warhammer." Miss Surtr didn't object to the idea. Although the last outcome wasn't very kind to her, she had always been indifferent to such things.

"But how do I get there?" Miss Surtr asked, puzzled. "I can't pinpoint the exact location of every dream world. Each time I enter a dream, the destination I arrive at is random, and I remember saying just yesterday that I have to wait a week before I can enter a dream."

"That's what we're going to do next." Persephone nodded, his steps unwavering. "While it may not affect you, you can certainly turn the tables on it—get some rest during the day. Surtr, I have an idea. It might keep you up at night."

She said, and led Miss Surtr along.

Entering the deep darkness before dawn.

Ah... so I updated before 6 PM today _(:з"∠)_

Chapter 175 - The setting is that it won't eat.

After that, Miss Surtr had an ordinary day.