Ba Di and Faora's Emotional Entanglement

"Master, the Kryptonian Spaceship has entered the Solar System!"

Hera's voice rang in my ears.

Sunlight streams down from this Sky Garden, bringing a pleasant temperature and a refreshing floral fragrance, while butterflies flutter and bees buzz.

Ba Di nodded slightly. He sat on a rattan chair, his expression calm. He wore thin-rimmed glasses, and his chiseled face was serene. Even the sharp lines on his cheeks seemed to have softened, revealing a scholarly air.

He quietly read the book, in a human manner.

Holding a book published by a renowned contemporary author, I gently turn the pages of this book, a work the author spent ten years meticulously crafting, a profound exploration of human nature.

History tells humanity that humanity does not learn from its own mistakes.

Hearing Hera's voice, Ba Di remained unmoved, gently turning another page and savoring the reading in the sunlight, feeling the essence of humanity.

Soon, in a span of thirty-two seconds, Ba Di had finished savoring the book.

'smack'

The book was closed by Ba Di with one hand.

Sunlight gently caressed his face, making his fair skin glow slightly. Ba Di took off his glasses, which were designed to look like they were worn from a human perspective, and placed them on the table along with his books.

Once the glasses were removed, Ba Di simply leaned back lightly against the woven rattan lounge chair. With a casual movement, it was as if a sleeping dragon beneath the mountains had awakened, rolling through the forest and rising from its spine, majestic and domineering, its feet treading the sky.

The accumulated imposing aura has materialized into a hurricane, blowing towards the surrounding flowers, trees, and plants, bending the potted plants, and even the sunlight and space seem to be distorted and fluctuating under its influence.

The body's magnetic field, powerful soul, and Mental Strength combine to form a substantial aura.

On this earth, apart from a very few people who can stand upright when he unleashes his full power, the rest cannot even stand next to him.

How well do humans play games?

Ba Di asked casually, raising his head slightly, his eyes deep as he looked up at the starry sky.

It was as if he could see that Kryptonian Spaceship roaming the Solar System, heading towards his empire.

"The game's adjustment time is 1:20. On average, humans spend one year in the game. There are 700,000 outstanding elites who have been endowed with superpower genes."

Hera's voice resounded directly in Ba Di's head, directly connected to the proton Artificial Intelligence within Ba Di's body.

"That's good."

Ba Di praised, then turned his gaze away from the starry sky, leaned back in the wicker chair, rested his right elbow on the armrest, and pressed the back of his hand against his cheek.

His eyes were lost in deep thought and reminiscence.

When I look back again and see her once more, my heart is filled with a deep sense of unease.

On Krypton, in the Military Academy, it was Faora who promoted him, and every day and night of sweat and practice was entirely accompanied by her as he sparred with Ba Di.

Through this gradual and prolonged practice and learning, Faora gradually transformed from a teacher into an equal, an admirer, and eventually her own woman.

Perhaps the more you love, the more you hate! Ba Di gently stroked the knife scar on his cheek with his fingers. The scar on his cheek under the sunlight was unusually sharp and piercing, fierce and menacing.

"Master, using the Krypton reconnaissance ship left behind by Jor-El, we can Ao Feila in the Solar System through long-distance communication over time."

Hera said with unusual thoughtfulness that she saw Ba Di recalling his memories through a camera in a corner, his face contemplative, his eyes filled with lingering longing.

Such communication connections within the Solar System are somewhat difficult for current Earth technology, but the recently acquired Brainiac Sentry hardware and the Kryptonian Spaceship system left behind by Jor-El are able to connect to those with previous communication records.

"Unnecessary."

Ba Di shook his head slightly.

The conflict between him and Faora is hard to define; it's a complex mix of love and hate, a clash of social classes, and a conflict of personal ideologies.

After Krypton was exhausted of Krypton last life force and exploded, it became even more difficult to say whether it was Ba Di's revolution that caused Krypton to exhaust its last vitality, or the foolishness of the rigid upper class, or both, all of which were foolish, that led to Krypton's explosion.

"Looking forward to seeing her face!"

Ba Di stood up, patted his shirt lightly, picked up his books and glasses, and stepped out of the Sky Garden.

In the garden, butterflies still danced and bees buzzed.

Inside the Kryptonian Spaceship, in the main battleship's control room, more than twenty Kryptonian Soldier, responsible for transmitting and controlling various parts of the ship, were in the main control room, urgently operating the spaceship.

This is the main wartime control room, prepared in advance to prevent attacks or launch attacks before reaching the destination.

"Lieutenant, a reconnaissance ship from Krypton has requested to communicate, and its direction is precisely our target location."

A capable Krypton female warrior reported.

Faora, positioned at the rear, watched the virtual image synchronized with the outside world in real time—the enormous sun and the gradually approaching Earth. Suddenly, she heard her subordinates report a communication connection from Earth. A strange light flashed in her cold eyes, and then she coldly replied.

"Connect."

A synthesized voice appeared.

"It's me, Faora."

Faora's eyes turned icy, and the slight tremor in her heart vanished, replaced by a flash of anger. With a cold face, she said in a chilling voice, "Hera, are you here to declare war on behalf of your master?"

"No, my program calculated and determined that I should come for my master at this moment, so I came."

Hera's electronic synthesized voice was devoid of any emotion, accompanied by a buzzing sound.

"Faora, Krypton is Destruction, and everything is in the past."

At this moment, you should become your master's most capable assistant, supporting him, so as not to disappoint his longing for you.

Please put aside your foolish ideas and fixed thoughts, and step into a better era with your master, give birth to hundreds of babies, raise the next generation, and find more beautiful women to serve your master, satisfy all your master's Desire, and live a happy and fulfilling life together!

Don't engage in pointless battles.

Hera's ruthless electronic voice prepared to use a fact to reasonably persuade Faora.

Faora's face darkened, becoming so cold it was almost frozen.

Hera has no understanding of emotions or honor. Even though Hera created so many Hera models with various regulated emotions, she still doesn't understand what biological emotions are.

For Faora, the warrior's honor and the pain of her feelings for Ba Di, the complete annihilation of her Family in the final chaos of Krypton, the intense emotional turmoil of carrying the burden of family hatred, national hatred, and the destruction of her planet, and the intense impact of her love for Ba Di, are things that the Artificial Intelligence Hera cannot comprehend.

"Hera, there's nothing I can say to you. You're not even a living being, and you don't understand what emotions are."

"The battle between Ba Di and me is inevitable."

"Faora said coldly."

Hera's electronic voice was silent for a moment before slowly emitting a buzzing sound again.

"You will die. Your master will kill you with a heart full of pain."

A flash of pain crossed Faora's eyes, which quickly turned into a cold, ruthless glint.

"Go back and tell Ba Miu Luo Di that if I kill him, I will commit suicide and be buried in the same coffin as him."

"If he kills me, then leave my body in space and let the universe bury me forever."

After Faora finished speaking, she cut off the communication.

The main control room fell silent for a moment.

The spaceship has activated its combat mode within the Solar System, flying silently through the cold starry sky.