Dad, Please Let Me Be Your One-Person Fan!

At this moment, the Holy Dragon in the sky is engaged in a fierce battle with Duke Tiffany. Her dragon eyes are filled with scorching light, a mixture of bestiality and divinity, shining with a majesty that can shatter souls. Her power to dominate the sky solidifies space and shreds sword energy strong enough to split mountains.

The string of reason in Aurora's mind snapped completely after Aisha was separated from her. Her heart pumped out a torrent of Magic Element. Intense anger and a protective spirit unlocked the key to evolution deep within her soul, causing the mark deep in her bloodline to burn fiercely.

In that instant, the emerald scales of the Holy Dragon, which resembled fluttering downy feathers, began to glow with a light that altered their texture. Her size continued to compress and condense; her body, which was hundreds of meters long and her wingspan, which exceeded a thousand meters, shrank until she was only thirty meters long.

Ultimately, a mysterious dragon species, sculpted like jade and forged from the interplay of elements and spectra, was revealed. Its magnificence, far surpassing that of other legendary dragons, delivered a perfect and awe-inspiring experience to the world the moment it appeared.

Even without the assistance of a beast tamer who shares her feelings, she still relied on her love for Aisha to step into the ultimate form of the Liuli Holy Light Dragon, entering an energy form that is infinitely adaptable to Magic Element and rules, just like the Elf King!

"August, I don't care what your purpose is, if Aisha suffers even the slightest harm, the Fes Family will make you pay a bloody price."

August's white hair danced wildly, and he was surrounded by a magical barrier that had been condensed to withstand a dimensional slash. The vitality, as vigorous as that of an ancient dragon, was condensed into this mortal body along with the roar of his heartbeat, making him as terrifying as a ghost or god.

"Very good, Aurora, you are stronger than your predecessors, approaching the level of a saint with a legendary body. Only at this level can you be considered a gift to the Emperor."

But that's not enough.

"Whether it's you, that little girl Aisha Fies, Orga, or even the entire Fes Family, your awareness is insufficient, far from sufficient."

The man's expression was indifferent. He stepped into the void, and the alchemical giant blade in his hand expanded and deformed tenfold, a hundredfold, a thousandfold under the manipulation of matter, forging the armor of the Slaying Sword.

Aurora was on high alert.

This is a traditional skill of the Tiffany Family. Each patriarch spends most of his life forging, alchemy, and magic to create a perfect artifact that fits him, integrating it into his flesh and soul, which is called his Destined Weapon.

Once the fighting begins, the alchemical domain above will expand, becoming the enemy's most deadly threat.

Therefore, according to rumors, the most profound lineage among the Oath Family is Tiffany. No one can imagine how terrifying the power of domination this ancient alchemy family could unleash if they took out the alchemical weapons of all the family heads across generations.

In fact, August has already demonstrated this talent.

A hundred years ago, a divine evil acted, sacrificing the ruins of an ancient dragon's nest, which gave birth to Ten-Thousand-Headed Dragon Beast that combined the characteristics of many dragons. The Beast God used it as a vessel, bestowing power and will upon it, and forcibly forged a semi-saint.

At that time, almost all of the empire's legendary Combat Power participated in the campaign.

August was among them. He was relatively young at the time, but he controlled four Alchemical Puppet and used the former head of the family's Destined Weapon, displaying extremely terrifying Combat Power. He was arguably the strongest person besides the Arbiter.

At this moment, the patriarch, whose achievements surpass those of Tiffany's history, had a cold expression and a chilling killing intent. He unleashed his Destined Weapon, using the alchemical domain to devour the dominated sky, creating veins as if frozen in ice, as if he wanted to directly slaughter the Holy Dragon!

Undeterred by the danger, Aurora's Dragon Language resounded through the heavens. The chant, uttered from her throat and soul, summoned the power left behind by the neutral gods—a faint yet powerful elemental concept.

Ultimately, with an ingenious spell structure, ten overlapping burning rings were created, blocking the powerful horizontal slash. The daytime dome was filled with a poignant yet magnificent red flame, as if iron flowers were being struck.

August's gaze was indifferent; he frowned and said:

"Does even Holy Dragon need to borrow the power of a god? How laughable."

"The Emperor himself eradicated religion, a scourge that has plagued humanity for millennia. It distorted human nature with superstition, fear, and ignorance, giving rise to pigs that are unproductive, only know how to pray, and are far removed from the law."

"But later imperial subjects, princes and nobles, coveted the convenience of divine power and actively interfered with the Divine Sentient Body through public elections, relaxed the Golden Law, and encroached on the power of God, thinking they had gained an advantage."

"And the result is one divine calamity after another, and the current extraterrestrial catastrophe. Such a focus on the trivial and neglecting the essential is nothing more than wasting the Emperor's grace. This world has already become corrupt."

Aurora sneered:

"So? Is this why you betrayed your oath? Are you going to destroy this kingdom that belongs to the Emperor for this reason?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she unleashed Unlimited Spell without interruption. The spell's power, released in its ultimate form, increased dozens of times. The boiling, ocean-like Magic Element domain unleashed composite forbidden magic, causing the sky to be covered by a distorted spectrum.

This was truly a grand spectacle that altered the celestial phenomena across the land, turning the earth's surface into a kaleidoscope of colors, as if transporting people into a magical world.

If the sky above hadn't been covered by the power and domain of the two, forming a temporarily closed giant arena, the slight aftershocks would have been enough to create a Category 8 hurricane, blowing away the Green Eyed Cat below.

August was also unable to remain unmoved. The tens of thousands of layers of magic crystals that constantly circulated around his body shattered almost completely in the blink of an eye. His defensive alchemical domain was supporting the resistance, but it would eventually be unable to withstand such an exaggerated output.

The man remained calm and replied:

"No one in heaven or on earth has the right to destroy the legacy that belongs to the Emperor."

"My goal has never been to destroy the empire, but just as the Fes Family is willing to pay any price to ensure the continuation of the Holy Dragon, the Tiffany Family also has its own way of serving that sage."

As August spoke, he gripped the giant blade in his backhand. The surrounding void sighed, and six strands of ancient charm fell, supporting different alchemical realms and telling the Destined Weapon of his glorious past.

Those were the culmination of the painstaking efforts and lifelong dedication of successive Tiffany family heads. The moment they descended, the continuous Forbidden Spell was briefly broken, and the Magic Element particles surrounding them trembled, chanting a melodious and majestic hymn.

At this moment, the alchemical formula, which seemed to reveal the ultimate truth of the world and interpret the laws of the Golden Sea, transformed into Light Band that wrapped around the body for ten meters, linking the seven alchemical armors, in an extremely mysterious and complex manner.

Duke Tiffany's icy blue eyes shone with a radiant light as he looked at Aurora and spoke softly and calmly, as if stating a fact:

"Holy Dragon of the Fes Family, you have done your best."

"Come and see, this single scale armor, forged for the Emperor with the blood and sweat of a thousand years, is called— the One Truth."

As soon as he finished speaking, all seven alchemical weapons, including the giant blade in his hand, which had reached the legendary realm, disintegrated in the golden Light Band. Countless fragments, like living truths, clustered and intertwined behind August, forming a broken yet majestic hazy shadow.

This enormous and incomplete golden phantom has not yet formed a complete armor form. It is engraved with the medals of the empire, and the alchemical laws that entwine it shake the world. Its figure spans the entire Autumn Maple Territory, and its majesty is like a roaring raging wave, like a giant god.

Even if it's not complete.

Even out of respect for the Emperor, the Tiffany Family was unwilling to grant the head of the family the authority to wear it.

Even so, the elemental domain constructed by the Holy Dragon was instantly burst open, Unlimited Spell: Elemental Conservation also came to an end in the domineering and dazzling light. The Forbidden Spell that had rushed in disappeared like splashing water in the deathly silence that froze everything.

Aurora, also injured and coughing up blood from the backlash, stared at the overwhelmingly shocking scene. The phantom of the golden armor reflected in her pupils, and for a moment, she forgot the excruciating pain she had endured, murmuring in a daze:

"The Tiffany Family... are they really trying to create that impossible armor? And have they continued for a thousand years without giving up?"

The Holy Dragon sighed:

"Although the basic form is already visible, every step on the path to realizing the truth is a world of difference. August, do you really want Lucy Tiffany to complete this masterpiece that will last for a thousand years?"

"Impossible, even if it were..."

Aurora was halfway through her sentence when she suddenly realized something. She looked at the Duke Tiffany with a complicated expression, knowing that communication was pointless. Giving up on persuading him, she gathered scorching magical energy in her mouth, and the brilliant light once again dyed the cleansed sky, foreshadowing a new round of battle.

The Emperor's Armor summoned by Duke Tiffany — the One Truth —was also incomplete, lacking Lucy's Destined Weapon. After shattering the Holy Dragon's Unlimited Spell upon its appearance, it automatically reversed its own power.

Thus, the aerial battlefield once again descended into chaos.

But it was clear to everyone that victory was steadily tilting in August's favor.

Even if the other party were willing to wear the One Truth, Aurora, who was close to the saint, could not stop him for a moment.

The Green Eyed Cat trembled on the colorful ground, utterly awestruck.

Wait, how come the Tiffany Family are also Emperor chefs?

Moreover, the fact that they have insisted on forging a single suit of armor for the Emperor for over a thousand years is a bit too much, isn't it? They are just like the Fes Family, who are determined to inherit the legacy of the Liuli Holy Light Dragon.

So here's the question: isn't Aurora, a product of the Fes Family's culinary prowess, now competing against the armor the Tiffany Family created for the Emperor —a novel kind of clash of culinary talents?

Tang Liuli muttered to herself, but outwardly remained calm and fearless, displaying the demeanor of a great general. In reality, she was manipulating her mental threads, frantically poking at the Alchemy Crystal in her pocket to save Charlotte and Qing Bao's lives.

Thousand Faces smiled as he watched his "daughter's" predicament. He tossed the hourglass back and forth with his left hand, while his right fingertips caressed the Hundred-Faced Dice, and murmured:

"Tang Liuli, do you know why I haven't made a move yet?"

The Green Eyed Cat quietly took a step back, but her eyes never strayed from the hourglass in the other person's hand. Like a child who had been told by her mother not to talk to bad people, she ignored the other person and began to take out a potion from her ring to drink.

This kind of boss, who has some brains and ambition, tends to talk a lot of nonsense. You need to seize the opportunity to drink more magic. She already has an amazing plan in her heart to fight alone if no one comes to her rescue.

If they succeed, even the Archbishop might not be unable to defeat them!

Thousand Faces didn't seem to mind the other person's silence, and continued speaking to himself:

"Everyone's destiny is different; weight, opportunity, possibility, and the destination the future can reach are all unknown. But as long as you pay the stakes, you can orient a future from among countless possibilities."

"In order to steal these [Witch] from the Holy Dragon, I sacrificed the life force of 10,000 people, causing the Holy Dragon's retreat to fail and allowing you and her to be successfully separated, which increased the stakes by 50 times."

"The ideal state is a promised land of gold to me, but even so, I cannot pay the price of your death."

"This is not a gift from the Planet Consciousness, but rather the favor and protection of another, a more majestic, more terrifying, and more ineffable being."

The Green Eyed Cat's brain was working at lightning speed.

Fate? Possibility? Existence? This power sounds somewhat similar to Xiao Xuan's... could it be... the authority of [Herdi]?

If so, it would be far too difficult to deal with. This kind of power, which deceives and fools reality, weighs everything on a scale, and is as abstract as a wishing machine, is simply beyond her current ability to handle.

But in doing so, the other party's true intention—to gain favor and protection—becomes quite clear: it's time to observe the future. Have you seen Xiao Qing yet?

That's not surprising. Even if [Herdi] were to observe it himself, he would only see a future of annihilation if he encountered Qing Bao, let alone a bishop who had inherited some authority.

Upon hearing this, Tang Liuli felt a surge of security, like a pufferfish swelling. She immediately seized the opportunity, her emerald eyes fixed on the other party, and issued a chilling ultimatum:

"Since you know that, give me back my companion and then get lost."

Thousand Faces wasn't angry at all; he smiled and said:

"Don't rush, how about Tathagata a game?"

The man wasn't lying, just like when he accidentally stared directly at Chu Yuanqing while spying on Iris, and thus paid the price.

That future known as the death of Liuli, no matter how it is anchored, reset, observed, or planned, will ultimately be devoured by red and black flames, revealing a price more terrifying than death itself.

Interestingly, if you don't touch the other party, but only destroy half of the Magical Girl in the hourglass, you won't suffer the same fate.

This means that the unknown entity, comparable to a Disaster God, dotes on his "daughter" so much that even if he severely injures her, a few strands of pure white will overflow from the future Worldline, causing the authority of [Herdi] to tremble slightly.

So, just like I said before, he really doesn't want to confront Tang Liuli right now.

At least in his ideal world, he was constrained and could die at any moment, making it difficult for him to find the joy of reuniting with his "daughter".

Conversely, if we consider not killing or harming Liuli as a rule of the game, and use this premise to defeat and torment the opponent, wouldn't Liuli be a new kind of game?

The more the man thought about it, the more amusing it became; his remaining chips were no longer enough to pay the price for peeking into [Pure White].

On the other hand, even after Liuli collapses, he may still face death due to that person's doting affection, which is essentially still a gamble with life and death.

But so what?

The thrill of the unknown is precisely where the fun lies. Just thinking about how much joy the game would bring made him completely abandon any intention of hastily leaving after grabbing the Oath Ring.

Tang Liuli sensed unease; her cheeks were puffed out by the magic potion, and she felt that this bishop was harboring a lot of evil intentions.

Thousand Faces observed the little girl's subtle expressions, he snapped his fingers. A miniature abyss formed from the feet of a swamp filled with black mud and ominous energy. The hourglass in his hand fell into the swamp and slowly sank in.

"Let's do a multiple-choice question."

"In three minutes, insect- Calamity Beasts will swarm into the hourglass and randomly select half of the Magical Girl to form a symbiotic relationship."

"You can choose to take the hourglass; I won't stop you."

After he finished speaking, a hand emerged from the swamp, and a thin man, like a drowning person, struggled to climb "ashore." He knelt down in a disheveled state, coughing continuously. His thin, weathered, and handsome face was filled with confusion in his emerald green eyes.

Ai Huasi subconsciously straightened his suit and wiped the stains from his face, just like that harsh, down-on-his-luck, yet still aristocratic, useless painter. He looked up helplessly into the distance and murmured:

"Liuli?"

Thousand Faces grabbed Ai Huasi's hair, his fingertips extending to the raging aura around Aiwas's neck, causing Aiwas's face to flush red with suffocation. His smile remained unchanged as he continued:

"But the moment the hourglass is taken away, the bomb inside your father will explode."

"Now, the choice is yours. Will you choose this biological father who is no different from scum, or will you trade his life for the safety of your other companions?"

Volume 1: 346. Farewell Letter, the invincible cat raises Frostmourne. (5K5)

The girl stared at the absurd scene. Her pupils reflected the middle-aged man, his throat gripped by Thousand Faces, looking utterly pathetic. The colors of her emotions seemed frozen, as if emerald ice had been diffused from a certain angle.

Ai Huasi, her biological father.

There aren't that many coincidences in this world. After the other party sent her that letter, she was in a state of utter confusion, and she also wondered if it was a conspiracy woven by the Cult of Disaster Gods.

After all, she has shown extraordinary talent since childhood—empathy—and participated in the <Flashdance> project, making her easily identifiable as a potential Magical Girl.

Under these circumstances, the probability of being targeted and then subjected to retaliation is not small.

On the other hand, after the Dream Weaver Rabbit's verification, it was confirmed that her parents and she had indeed been tainted by the aura of disaster, and Ai Huasi's family had also perished in a calamity. It was not surprising that this inexplicable fate would continue to affect her.

Not to mention, in Tang Liuli's eyes, Ai Huasi was a scumbag who would sell himself by the pound for money and art, and it was not impossible that he would cooperate with the Cult of Disaster Gods to deceive her.

But... she still didn't expect that the other party would be brought into the ideal world, become a hostage in front of her, and put on such a show.

Thousand Faces loosened his grip slightly, giving Ai Huasi room to breathe. His smile beneath the mask was gentle, and he very gentlemanly gave Tang Liuli time to think, as if he was admiring the other's expression.

Persona Mask is an ability derived from the authority of [Herdi], based on his pleasure-seeking, inherently eccentric, and playful nature.

Simply put, he is like a demon in a story who deceives humans and steals their souls. He can make the other party lose all their chips in a bet, and then use those chips to exchange for everything the loser has, turning them into a mask that covers his own existence.

Interestingly, those who were turned into masks are still active around the world, retaining their original flesh and blood, memories, personalities, and souls.

It can be said that, apart from being able to be replaced, dressed up, controlled, or even dragged to die in Thousand Faces at any time, there is no difference between them and the original.

Tang Liuli's father, Ai Huasi, happened to be one of them.

The email from Ai Huasi mentioned the trip back to China to visit relatives, which was not only the reason for the change in Liuli's mother's personality, but also the opportunity for Thousand Faces to turn this father into Persona Mask.

Thousand Faces wasn't the one who caused the family of three to contract the aura of disaster and develop high fevers, but perhaps it was fate that led him to pass by the castle, drawn by the aura of disaster, and make a deal with Ai Huasi.