Fiammetta's Brain Has Burned Out

"Then I'll teach you. Look, it's like this... This is the joystick, these are the buttons, these are the four buttons on top, and this controls the direction..."

With Mizuki's hands-on guidance, Liz learned very quickly. She was a very smart girl to begin with, and gradually she learned to operate it on her own.

When Fiammetta arrived at the Game and Entertainment Department, she happened to see Mizuki petting a cat (referring to Rosemary) with one hand and flirting with someone (Liz) with the other, while Surtr was helping Liz with her practice.

There were five people in the lounge, four of whom were girls and two of whom were minors. Fiammetta immediately thought of something bad, after all, the last time Mizuki was alone with four girls was with four people from Penguin Logistics.

This made it hard for her not to overthink things, but Mizuki could only say that she was a little too intimate with Liz and Rosemary, nothing else.

"Um, Fia, is there something you need?"

"Nothing," Fiammetta answered instinctively, then couldn't help but want to slap herself. She'd missed her chance last time because of that. "It's just that... I..."

"Would you like to treat me to some snacks?"

How did you know?

Mizuki smiled and pointed at Fiammetta's hand, "Those two dessert vouchers in your hand are practically crumpled into pieces."

Fiammetta was a little annoyed that her secret had been exposed, and as always, she was impatient after speaking.

So, are you coming or not?

"Of course I'll come, but..."

Mizuki glanced at Liz beside her, then at Rosemary was already asleep, and thought for a moment that she didn't seem to have much time.

"It's alright, Mizuki, you go ahead. Rosemary and I will wait for you here."

Liz's thoughtfulness touched Mizuki; she was truly a rare and wonderful girl. He gently placed the Rosemary in Liz's arms.

"Then I'll bring you two some snacks when I come back."

"Okay, go and come back soon."

With a smile and a wave, Liz looked just like a gentle and virtuous wife seeing her husband off to work, a scene that made Fiammetta raise an eyebrow.

Fortunately, Mizuki only ruffled Liz's hair, covered Rosemary with a blanket, and left.

However, when she stood next to Fiammetta, Mizuki seemed to sense something, looked up in the direction of Columbia, and then decided to wait and see what was going on.

After a period of adjustment, he was now almost certain that the projection of the Sea of Life in the real world was enough to cover the entire planet, and even pass through the isolation layer that Miss Doctor had mentioned to him, which covered all of Terra.

However, Mizuki dared not casually project the Sea of Life beyond the sky of this world. To prevent him from causing any trouble, the Doctor once said that behind the starry sky there are beings called Observers, and with Mizuki's current power, it would be extremely difficult to fight against them.

Meanwhile, research on E Cells in Columbia continued unabated. Many of Columbia's most renowned scholars were invited to the country, and scientists led by Duncan Williams worked day and night to conduct various tests.

Even the military didn't need to urge them much; these mad scientists were working tirelessly, day and night. It was only then that they remembered a very insightful statement made by a female Doctor who had sponsored many companies, including Rhine Lab: "Nine out of ten scientists who make a name for themselves at Columbia are madmen."

Similarly, even without the military making demands, these mad scientists knew what they needed, and all their research results were converted into weapons manufacturing, the most obvious of which were biological weapons.

Using the prototype drug EA Type provided by Mr. K and the research data from the past few days, this group of mad scientists quickly produced an experimental product.

"Colonel, look, these are the results of our first phase of research." A disheveled man in a white coat pointed to the hunting dogs locked in cages and excitedly introduced them to a slightly broad-shouldered man.

We'll name it Undead.

"An undead? To me, it's just an ordinary dog."

As the person assigned by the military to be in charge of the entire project, Blake actually disliked the job, because he felt that these eccentric scholars were completely useless except for swindling research funds from Columbia. However, after completing this mission, his chances of becoming a general would be even greater, and he still chose to compromise in the face of such temptation.

"No matter how much I say, it's useless. Please take a look."

The man pulled a scalpel from his pocket and casually tossed it into the seemingly docile hunting dog. The dog, which had been quiet, instantly turned blood red and lunged forward, bending the railing behind it. Even more surprisingly, its wound healed within seconds.

Dogs that bite don't bark, but Blake felt that what was in front of him might not be a dog, but more like a ravenous beast. It didn't howl, but its red eyes sent chills down everyone's spine.

"The Undying One is just a prototype, and it still has many imperfections, but as the name suggests, unless they are blown to pieces and then frozen, they can recover from even the most severe injuries."

"... What a monster."

"You can't say that," the male researcher said, spreading his hands. "After all, we created it."

"That's why I said you're monsters."

"Thank you for your compliment." The researcher looked at the hound in front of him. "However, we recently discovered that high concentrations of Originium fluid have a certain inhibitory effect on E Cells. Perhaps we can use E Cells to fight Oripathy."

Blake, trying to appear calm, held his coffee. The hound stared intently at his hand, contemplating how to break free of its cage and tear open the throats of these men with its claws.

It's very smart. In fact, it has always been able to understand what these people are saying. Ever since those strange things were injected into its body, it has become a smart dog.

Until that sentence echoed in my mind.

[How unlovable!]

"Like this... huh?"

Just as Blake was about to ask whether it could be put into mass production for actual combat, the hunting dog in front of him let out a whimper for some reason, collapsed in its cage, and closed its eyes.

Meanwhile, on Rhodes Island, Mizuki, eating pudding, regained his composure. He didn't like having his cells used for that kind of research, but perhaps it wouldn't be bad to use the Columbia to explore the secrets within him.

Even Mizuki herself doesn't know what kind of existence she is now, but thankfully, the Doctor and Exusiai are still there, so her human side remains stable.

That's enough.

Chapter 150 Fiammetta's Brain Is Fried

As a well-equipped land-based ship with a large population, Rhodes Island has never lacked internal living facilities. It even has a dedicated area designated for operators to develop into a commercial district, where Susie's hair salon was opened.

Besides the barbershop, there are also bars and restaurants that the operators have spontaneously opened, and of course, there's a cake shop. Although it's not made by the Laterano people, who are best at making pastries, the taste is indeed excellent. At least Fiammetta tasted great; I almost thought I was back home.

Mizuki was certainly enjoying his meal, his gluttonous nature on full display. Almost everyone who knew Mizuki couldn't help but wonder: how did he manage to eat so fast and so elegantly at the same time?

Fiammetta thought that even if you found a three-generation noble family from Leithanien or Victoria, they probably wouldn't be much better. She really didn't know where Mizuki learned her manners.

"What's wrong, Feiya?"

"It's nothing, I'm just curious about how much your stomach can hold."

"This... it probably won't fill up completely."

Mizuki gently poked his face with his finger. He was now connected to the Sea of Life, and all the nutrients he received were supplied to the Sea of Life. Similarly, the nutrients he needed to move around in the material world were also supplied by the Sea of Life, so no matter how much he ate, he could never feel full.

For Mizuki, eating and resting are now more ritualistic behaviors. Otherwise, even if he were to eat dirt, the Sea of Life could transform that dirt into nutrients. For Mizuki, the difference between organic and inorganic matter is merely a matter of taste.

"Even the Sankta can't hold as much as you." Fiammetta glanced at the back kitchen of the cake shop, where the girl codenamed Blue Poison was clearly surprised by Mizuki's appetite.

"I'll pay later."

Although the dessert voucher allows for two hours of free dining, it's clear that Miss Blue Poison didn't consider the special presence of Mizuki. This isn't a place to eat; it's a place to bankrupt her! While the rent for these shops isn't high, it's not like they're free.

Mizuki couldn't bear to let them really lose that much; he was simply keeping Fiammetta, even though the pile of plates in front of him was almost blocking Fiammetta's head.

"I'll pay. Although the salary at the Notarial Hall isn't the highest, it's enough to support you."

"Does Fia mean you'll take care of me from now on?"

She blinked and leaned closer. Mizuki's smile made Fiammetta instantly realize just how ambiguous her words had been. Her face turned bright red in the blink of an eye, and she couldn't help but push Mizuki away.

Seeing Fiammetta's shy yet annoyed expression, Mizuki suddenly understood why Mostima and Lemuen preferred to tease her. She was indeed very cute, and her reactions made people want to tease her more and more.

"You... you still need me to support you?"

"Yes, I need to, because I have such a big appetite."

"You... never mind."

Her heart was pounding so fast. Fiammetta had never expected that Mizuki would actually come up to her like that; his breath had almost touched her lips.

In fact, Mizuki wouldn't normally do that, but Exusiai said before she left that she was happy to give those who came earlier a chance, including Muelsyse, and of course, Fiammetta as well.

To be fair, Fiammetta actually arrived earlier than Muelsyse, but her strong and arrogant personality made her instinctively appear difficult to get along with, and at that time, Mizuki subconsciously chose to keep her distance.

"Which guest?"

Seeing that Mizuki and Blue Poison seemed to still want to eat, Miss Blue Poison finally couldn't resist and came out. Just as Mizuki was about to say that she would pay, Blue Poison quickly waved her hand.

"Don't worry, we're not asking you to pay. There aren't many people in our shop today, so you two don't need to worry. I'm actually quite happy that someone can help me get rid of those cakes; they won't last until tomorrow, and it's too much trouble to send them away."

"But this guest seems to be enjoying his meal very much. Would you mind trying my new cake?"

Mizuki looked a little younger than Blue Poison, so she didn't feel comfortable calling him "sir." However, seeing how much Mizuki could eat, she hoped he would also enjoy the new cakes she had tried. Moreover, Blue Poison could sense that besides sharing her connection with the Aegir, Mizuki possessed something else that attracted her inexplicably—a feeling of meeting a kindred spirit.

Mizuki had no reason to refuse such an invitation. In fact, he was currently using his sensory sharing ability so that the Sea Siren could also taste the cakes.

Although he may have been quite strict with the Sea Siren on a daily basis, the Sea Siren knew very well that Mizuki loved them. Otherwise, he could have easily severed all the Sea Siren's connection to the Sea of Life, cutting off their immortality, or simply ignored them, since they wouldn't die and he could do whatever he wanted with them.

Cakes are hard to find near the coast of Iberia; many towns are struggling to feed themselves. Even Irene, the judge, rarely sees one. Just as the Sea Siren said, Iberia is on the verge of exhausting its last strength.

Although they were once enemies, the Sea Siren actually admired the Iberia judges and Inquisition. Even though the four Firstborn and newly formed Evolutionary Singularity of the Brood Seaborn Izumik not choose to take action, Iberia, which had withstood the Seaborn for so many years, could still be considered a defensive line for the Terra humans.

The topic seems to have gone off-topic. The Sea Siren don't care about things in Iberia now. They're either lying on the beach, on the rooftop, or sunbathing in the yard. The image of Mizuki tasting dessert comes to mind, making them feel the same way. They just feel empty in their mouths if they don't eat something, so they just open their mouths and bite, eating whatever they can get their hands on.

However, since it was lunchtime, the Sea Siren could only bite sand, tree trunks, and seawater in addition to the empty northwest wind.

So much so that when Irene came to deliver the message, she happened to see Sea Siren #233 lying in the churchyard gnawing on... the ground?

"As expected of something evolved from the Seaborn, it really has no dietary restrictions."

Seeing that Sea Siren #233 seemed to be enjoying her meal, Irene looked down at the grass she was standing on. "Does this stuff taste really that good?"

Leaving aside the Sea Siren, on Mizuki's side, after seeing Miss Blue Poison Fiammetta her new creation, Fiameta was completely stunned. She couldn't help but look at Mizuki and then at Blue Poison, and finally couldn't help but speak up.

"Are you two really not long-lost siblings?"

Fiammetta said this because the cake in front of her looked more like it was made by Mizuki. As someone who had lived with Mizuki for a period of time, Fiammetta knew very well that although Mizuki's dishes were delicious and nutritious, their appearance was, to put it mildly, unappealing.

How should I put it? This cake in front of me has the shape of a normal cake, but the color scheme gives it a weird feel. Blue and purple are mixed together and dotted with some black. It makes me feel like after eating it, I should start thinking about what kind of reincarnation I should have in my next life.

"I'm sorry, I don't know why it looks like this."

Blue Poison scratched her head a little embarrassedly. She knew that all the other desserts and cakes she made were delicious, but why was this blueberry cake exhibiting such strange characteristics?

"Okay, then I won't stand on ceremony."

Mizuki cut off a piece and ate it without any psychological burden whatsoever. After all, in his opinion, this thing was similar to the dishes he usually made, and even less bizarre than Mizuki's cooking.

"The taste is not bad, but the texture is a little off. Was it accidental or intentional?"

"It was an accident." Blue Poison was surprised that Mizuki could even tell the difference. "The oven's timer function was broken at the time."

"Well, overall, if 100 is a perfect score, I'd give it a little over 80."

For Mizuki, this was already a fairly high score. His scoring criteria were based on his own skills, but his highest score was only ninety. As for one hundred, only the cake made by a certain Ms. Sankta whom he met during his travels could reach that level in his mind.

Speaking of which, Mizuki remembers that Ms. Felia, who was with her daughter, was in very poor health back then. Unfortunately, Mizuki couldn't help her at the time, and she doesn't know how Felia and her daughter are doing now.

"Thank you, I've asked many people, but they don't really want to eat this cake."

"I understand. The food I cook tastes really good, but nobody can eat it."

Mizuki couldn't help but sigh. Fiammetta shuddered when she recalled the first time she saw Mizuki's cooking; it was indeed hard to eat back then.

But then it dawned on her: wasn't Mizuki's standard for a partner at least being able to eat his cooking without any expression?

With Mizuki's feedback, Blue Poison was much happier. After telling Mizuki that she could come often in the future, she returned to the kitchen to continue humming a little tune while baking cakes. Only Fiammetta stared at Mizuki with a slightly jealous expression.

"You seem to be very popular with girls; so many people like you."

There was a hint of sourness in her words. Mizuki blinked, and the thought of teasing Fiammetta resurfaced in her mind.

Fia, do you like me?

Mizuki's words completely shut Fiammetta down, leaving her stammering and at a loss for words for a long time.

Considering that Fiammetta was actually quite shy, Mizuki made a point of glancing around to make sure no one was watching, and then gently left a mark on the corner of Fiammetta's mouth with her creamy lips.

"!!!"

Fiammetta's computer completely crashed; he collapsed onto the table, his head practically steaming.

"Oh, is such a strong reaction really necessary?"

Mizuki scratched her head helplessly, then forked a piece of cake and put it in her mouth.

"Mostima, Lemuen, you two can come out now."

"Why does Guan Lemuen call me 'sister' but address me by my first name?"

Mostima and Lemuen stopped trying to hide it and came out directly. They had almost burst out laughing when they saw Mizuki teasing Fiammetta.

"Because Mostima, you've never acted like an older sister." Mizuki handed Fiammetta to the two of them. "She's too nervous, otherwise you wouldn't have been able to hide it from her."

"That's true, but aren't you coming back with us?"

Since there was no one else around, Lemuen gently hugged Mizuki from behind, pressed his head against her chest, and lowered her head to gently bite Mizuki's ear.