Mo Wang, Why Are You Wearing Firefly's Clothes? / About the War Between My Ditzy Girlfriend and My Childhood-Friend Ex-Girlfriend

"Is that even the same?!" March 7th was on the verge of tears. "Mo Wang is just a monster outside the rules! Why are the Corporation's people all so ridiculously good at fighting too? Does that make any sense?"

Welt's expression turned extremely grave, his gaze behind his lenses locking tightly onto Aventurine, whose aura had already changed. In a low voice, he said, "Be careful, everyone. The pressure and energy level he's giving off right now... have far surpassed those of an ordinary Pathstrider. I'm afraid... he has already touched the realm of an Emanator. That is the level of an Aeon's blessing, completely different from the opponents we've faced before."

"An Emanator?!" March 7th sucked in a cold breath.

Just then, Xilian, who had been hiding behind Himeko the whole time and trying her best to lower her presence, suddenly poked her head out while Aventurine's attention seemed focused on the Train Crew's main combatants.

A faint light shone in her pink eyes. She cupped her hands in the air, attempting to draw on the power of the Destiny Path of Remembrance and temporarily restrain Aventurine.

However, Dahlia, who had been watching elegantly from the side as though she had only come out for a stroll, suddenly curved her lips in a knowing smile.

"Oh my? I didn't expect a little darling of 'Remembrance' to be hidden in this tiny group." Her voice was soft and pleasant, yet carried a strange penetrating force.

As she waved her arm, another power, likewise originating from the Destiny Path of Remembrance yet even more obscure and more "proactive," rippled outward.

It actually canceled out Xilian's power directly.

"Wha...?!" Xilian's little face instantly turned deathly pale. She felt the power she had mobilized being neutralized by another force—something that had never happened