Illusion and Reality (Continued)

When Otto suddenly stepped forward and spoke from the heart, anyone would have been wary. Zhao Bai was no exception.

He watched Otto vigilantly.

"...It took me two years to align our interests. For now, I will not disrupt that harmony. Our cooperation will last only as long as Void Archive remains a threat... One more reminder: I suggest you use fewer weapons from the arsenal."

Otto had nothing more to say.

He waved his hand, and the golden sphere melted away like ice and snow. The sound of waves rushed in at once. He turned and left, slowly vanishing before Zhao Bai's eyes.

Zhao Bai looked at his phone.

His clearance had suddenly changed from an ordinary A-rank to Leader rank. Everyone knew Otto was no mere mascot of a bishop—he held the greatest authority in all of Schicksal. Every word he spoke was an imperial decree, the kind that became reality as soon as it was spoken.

And that kind of clearance had suddenly fallen into his hands?

There was really nothing to be happy about.

Zhao Bai yawned, feeling that he had made the trip for nothing. He climbed onto his motorcycle and flew away from the scene. At the same time, from Europe to North Africa, from Oceania to the Far East, even aboard the floating Hyperion battleship, the rotating, targeted orbital cannons all stood down in that instant.

Durandal also disarmed.

She let out a sigh of relief.

North Africa had long been a testing ground established by Schicksal. Recently, a minor incident had occurred: a newly delivered bank vault, rated to last two hundred years, had collapsed under natural gravity, and all the precious metals inside had been looted.

Naturally, Durandal had no reason to concern herself with such trivial matters.

But... while