Herta, You're Surprisingly Nice

The matter with Shui Xiao was quickly brought to a close.

Himeko had to admire Yan Huan's efficiency. Though he had gone crazy earlier and let March 7th release Shui Xiao, at least he had captured him again quickly enough.

After getting rid of Shui Xiao, that troublemaking nuisance, Herta Space Station returned to a harmonious scene.

Some were writing reports to lodge complaints.

Some were dancing in public.

Some were shopping for fleets online.

Some were watching My Little Pony.

And some were dragging people off and tossing them into trash cans.

What a harmonious sight.

After quite some time.

Yan Huan poked his head out of the garbage heap and looked around.

Only after confirming that March 7th had left did he climb out dejectedly.

"Haha, Yan Huan has revived!"

Just as he stood with his hands on his hips and laughed toward the sky.

He noticed a little girl staring at him.

Her skin was smooth, her joints carried the texture of a doll, and her pale purple eyes blinked slowly.

"Just as I expected, there is something seriously wrong with your mental state," Herta analyzed.

"Hah, someone squatting in front of a trash heap for no reason doesn't exactly seem mentally sound either."

Yan Huan mocked the little girl before him, only to receive a disdainful look in return.

"So you noticed that too. Looks like your medical record isn't exactly short either."

Herta pulled out a tablet displaying all sorts of videos involving Yan Huan.

There were videos of him awkwardly dancing in public, getting intimate with Shui Xiao, offering Furong Wang to Wen Shiling, and even exchanging contact information with gay men at the Space Station.

Watching the scenes play out, Yan Huan first smiled knowingly.

But then.

The smile on his face slowly faded.

"You were watching me."

Even though Herta was controlling the body remotely, Yan Huan's gaze still carried a distinct chill.

"You have something of mine inside you. What's wrong with me keeping an eye on you?" Herta retorted.

Yan Huan stared fixedly at Herta.

"How do you prove it's yours? Do you have documentation?"

At that, Herta pulled a receipt from her person.

It recorded information regarding the Stellaron and its ownership, with Herta herself naturally listed as the owner.

Yan Huan sniffed.

This thing even had paperwork?

"You wrote that yourself, didn't you?"

"So you noticed that too. Looks like your condition is already quite severe and requires treatment as soon as possible," Herta admitted.

Yan Huan: "???"

She had actually written it herself.

"My name is Herta, and I am also the master of this Space Station. The Stellaron is inside you now, and the Stellaron is my property. Therefore, you are my property now as well."

Hearing that, Yan Huan blushed and scratched his head. "Oh my, you're making me embarrassed. Who confesses like that? How shameless~"

"Go get some medicine from the Psychiatric Department."

Herta had already gained some understanding of Yan Huan's personality.

But she did not care.

She had heard that this was the person who had split the Doomsday Beast apart with a single sword strike, so she had come to confirm it for herself.

He looked no different from an ordinary human, and even upon careful sensing, she could not detect his Imaginary Energy.

Had he hidden it?

That was rather impressive.

"Anyway, Himeko and Asta have already told me the specifics. Thank you for helping the Space Station, but using a human body to store a Stellaron is dangerous. Come to my office later, and I'll take a look at you. This puppet is logging off first."

After Herta patted Yan Huan on the shoulder, the puppet's expression instantly vanished.

To Yan Huan's astonishment, the puppet slowly backed away and blankly leaned against the wall.

It entered standby mode.

"Huh? You're logging off already?"

Yan Huan stood before the offline Herta Automaton and silently examined it.

"This puppet is pretty cute."

Was there really any need to go to her office for a physical examination?

The Stellaron had been fused with him for so long, yet he had not felt any discomfort.

After fusing with it, he felt smarter. He no longer needed to prepare drafts before showing off, could jump higher, and did not even need supportive shoes anymore.

Anyway.

"Tch, not going." Yan Huan sneered.

There were so many of these puppets. It should not be a problem for him to take one back as a body pillow, right?

It definitely would not be a problem!

He turned around and carried the Herta Automaton back to the Star Rail Express.

The observation car.

Himeko was resting on the sofa.

"Oh, Yan Huan. Good afternoon."

"Good afternoon, Teacher Himeko."

After Yan Huan hurried past, Himeko smiled and took a sip of coffee.

Young people really were full of energy.

He even preferred the petite kind of silicone doll.

"Wait, why does that doll look familiar?" Himeko raised an eyebrow and stared into the distance.

Time was like a married man's savings.

It was always gone before you knew it.

Herta's office.

Himeko, Dan Heng, and March 7th stood side by side, repeatedly apologizing to Herta.

Himeko spoke first. "Sorry, Herta. Yan Huan hasn't been right in the head for just a day or two, so please don't take it to heart."

March 7th clenched her fist in agreement. "Right, right. I think his hands are just too itchy. We've already dealt with him, so don't worry."

Dan Heng nodded. "Miss Herta, please forgive him."

Herta: "..."

She silently looked at Yan Huan, who had been beaten black and blue by March 7th at her feet, his limbs twitching incessantly.

"Wuwuwu, you're all going too far! These puppets are everywhere on Herta Space Station. What's wrong with taking one back to sleep while hugging it...?"

March 7th's pink-and-blue eyes sharpened. She immediately leaped forward, straddled Yan Huan, and gave him a thorough beating. "You're still talking? You're still talking! How thick are your nerves, exactly? Can't you restrain yourself a little? You're going to make us Nameless lose all our dignity!"

Yan Huan was currently pinned beneath March 7th as she carried out one-sided justice.

Himeko and Dan Heng beside them looked utterly unsurprised, as though this was perfectly reasonable.

Herta stared fixedly at the scene.

Wasn't he supposed to have Emanator-level strength?

Why was that pink-haired little girl on top of him beating him so naturally, without even the slightest hesitation?

"Ah... I was wrong! Miss Herta, please forgive me!"

"Louder! Didn't you eat anything?!" March 7th glared furiously.

Cries of agony rose and fell throughout the office, and Herta hurriedly tried to stop them.

"Ah, um, enough, enough. Stop hitting him. Hey, really, stop hitting him. Hey, didn't you hear me? I said stop hitting him!"

Seeing March 7th still raining blows from both sides while Dan Heng and Himeko continued to stand by with folded arms, Herta's eyes widened.

Yan Huan's "Miss Herta" had already evolved into "Lord Herta," "Master," and "Grandma." If this continued, their family hierarchy would become increasingly absurd.

"Enough, enough! It's just a puppet! I have plenty of them, I'm not short one!" Herta shouted petulantly.

The office immediately fell silent at her shout.

March 7th wiped the sweat from her forehead and politely said to Herta.

"Haha, Herta, you're surprisingly nice."

"Yes, yes, Grandmother, you're far too generous. Then I won't stand on ceremony... Aah—!!!"

March 7th twisted Yan Huan's ear, gritting her teeth. "Stand on ceremony my ass! Don't you dare get any ideas about the puppets again, got it?!"

Yan Huan said, "Damn it, you're really stingy."

March 7th did not hear him clearly. "Huh?"

Yan Huan said, "I said, this puppet is really pretty."