The Herrscher of Reason Arc: The Journey

A blade was produced by Morr from who knows where and placed flat on the table, waiting for Gu Yan to accept it.

It was an exquisite Tang Dynasty-style saber. Its proportions and appearance were perfect. The dark silver scabbard concealed the blade, yet even so, one could feel its sharpness. Just by being there, it exuded a formidable aura.

At the end of the hilt, a colorless gem was embedded—a Quasi-Herrscher Core.

"This was made by the Master. The material is Mutated Soul Steel."

Gu Yan was startled.

Soul Steel could block Honkai Energy, but Mutated Soul Steel did the opposite; it acted as a "key." The two had no other connection.

Mutated Soul Steel was a true divine weapon in the hands of a Herrscher, and only the Herrscher of Reason possessed the conditions to create it.

"Mutated Soul Steel can perfectly contain Honkai Energy and is the most suitable weapon for you," Morr said, her tone devoid of any goodwill.

So she noticed my predicament back then? Gu Yan gave a bitter smile.

"Is she...?" He suppressed the sourness in his heart and stammered, "Alive?"

At this moment, he didn't even know what answer he was hoping for. Alive? Then will she continue to be hostile to humanity?

Dead? He also strongly hoped that wasn't the case.

It seems no one gave "Gu Ji" a chance. Everyone just assumed she deserved to die.

Morr didn't respond. She just stared into Gu Yan's eyes, as if wanting to tear him apart, to devour him alive.

Her silence and her gaze said it all.

"Live well." Morr's tone carried a murderous intent, but she wouldn't act on it. She said it through gritted teeth.

Gu Yan fell silent. He put away the saber, turned, and left.

I will. I'll live well.

"Excuse me, thank you."

Morr spoke softly to the person in front of her, her politeness almost unbelievable.

"Who the hell... Uh, sorry, sorry, go ahead!" The person was about to get angry, but their tone instantly changed upon turning around and seeing Morr's face. A flicker of astonishment crossed their eyes.

Although the person was very rude, Morr wasn't angry at all. She simply walked past them. She was inside the cabin of a passenger plane, seemingly looking for her seat.

As her gaze swept over a certain spot, the corner of her mouth curved upward, and she walked straight towards it.

"Too slow. If you were any later, I would have left without you." Ji took off her sunglasses, revealing her light blue eyes. She glanced at Morr before continuing to look out the window.

"Mas... Sister, I'm sorry. I... I was wrong." Morr lowered her head, her hands clasped in front of her, like a scolded child.

"Did you give him the sword?" Ji chuckled lightly, gesturing for Morr to sit down.

"Yes!"

"Then that's fine. I'm going to sleep. Wake me up when we arrive." She spread her hands, and earplugs and a pillow appeared in them.

Huh? Didn't Master choose the window seat to enjoy the scenery?

As if sensing Morr's question, Ji glanced at her with the look one gives a fool. "What's so great about this? I've been outside the atmosphere, what's so special about this view?"

She even lowered her voice, as if afraid of being overheard. "Human transportation is so pathetic. It's not as good as sleeping!"

"..." Morr dared not speak. She silently offered her shoulder for Ji to lean on.

"If you want to ask, ask."

"Didn't you say... you wanted to experience human life?"

"Idiot. I just wanted to see what that foolish younger brother of mine would use to protect these ants."

In other words, he's going to protect humans? Then I'm also human, so come and protect me!

Morr blinked. As a "child" who had only gained consciousness less than a month ago, she clearly didn't understand these things.

But whatever Master says is right.

Without another word, Ji closed her eyes to rest.

She had said it herself: humans couldn't kill her. As long as her consciousness was not erased, as the Herrscher of Reason, she naturally had the ability to construct everything, including her body.

The Second Herrscher would take over her baton, and Ji would have successfully completed her mission.

This is the benevolence of a God.

The cabin was very quiet. Morr fell asleep first, clinging tightly to Ji's left arm.

"Wow! Snow, snow!"

On the Siberian ice fields, Morr shouted excitedly like a child.

"Tsk, embarrassing." Although not afraid of the cold, Ji still wore a black sweater. She watched Morr rolling in the snow, feeling a desire to pretend she didn't know her.

Fortunately, there was no one nearby.

"Master, snow!" Morr pointed at the ground, as if sharing a treasure.

"I know." Although Ji hadn't truly seen it, she showed no reaction, her expression as indifferent as ever.

"Xue!"

"I know."

"Xue!"

"If your head's broken, I'll get you a new one."

Morr felt a bit dejected and buried her head in the snow.

This idiot...

Ji felt a strange sense of having to babysit, her usual poker face almost cracking.

She cupped a handful of snow, molded it into a ball, and threw it at Morr. With her accuracy, missing was impossible.

Bang!

"Waaah T﹏T"

The snowball hit the back of Morr's head. She shot up, snow scattering from her collar and chilling her skin as it slid inside her clothes.

Seeing no one else around besides her master, she realized who the attacker was.

"I get it, Master wants to have a snowball fight!" Morr's eyes lit up. She crouched down, rolled a snowball, and threw it at Ji—

Bang!

The snowball shattered mid-air as Ji swatted it away. Morr's attack was blocked!

"Heh heh, just as expected of Master. Watch me make an even bigger one!" It was clear Morr was a bit of a hothead.

Ji stood there, a faint smile on her lips, watching as Morr piled snow together and compressed it into a ball.

Soon, Morr's masterpiece was complete: a colossal snowball, four meters in diameter!

"I'm attacking, Mas—" Excitedly lifting the giant snowball, Morr looked towards Ji and froze.

Ji was standing behind a 155mm cannon... no, a snow cannon, pouring a large bucket of snow into it.

"Morr, what did you say?"

"..."

Master, spare me!

The Siberian winter nights were extremely cold.

Amidst the howling winds, the lights of a small inn cast a warm glow, attracting lost travelers to enjoy a cozy winter night.

The young man at the front desk nursed a cup of coffee. He had to work an all-night shift, greeting guests and preparing hot food for them. It wasn't just business; sometimes, it was a matter of life and death.

Bang!

The door was pushed open, and the cold wind, not at all gentle, rushed in. The front desk clerk couldn't help but shiver.

"Welcome..."

Although he had some experience, he was stunned when he saw the guests.

They were two stunningly beautiful women. But that wasn't the main point. The crucial detail was that one of them was wearing a thin sweater; a single glance made him feel the biting cold. The other was even more exaggerated, seemingly encased in ice. It wasn't the kind of ice that clings from a snowy day; it was more like she was wearing a suit of ice. He could even hear a crunching sound as she walked.

Did she grow out of the snow?

These two must be freezing!

"Please, come in!"

Yet, they didn't seem particularly cold. Instead, they were surveying the place.

"A double room."

The woman in the black sweater handed her passport to the clerk.

"Would you two like some hot water?" the clerk asked tentatively. Now that the guests seemed fine, he relaxed.

"Yes."

Silently making a note, he flipped open the document—

Name: Gu Ji.