Perhaps once her consciousness became Stigma consciousness, she ought to create some consciousness spaces filled entirely with homos to broaden this loser's horizons and let him know the price of flirting without marrying?
With that thought, she logged into the chat group, looked at Russell's ID, and sent him a message. "Come over here in person. I kind of miss you."
She deliberately sweetened her voice, and Russell's expression instantly turned grave.
Something was off. Very off.
What was this snake planning?
Was she preparing to ambush him, beat him viciously to his knees, then use Spiritual Foundation Editing to carve a love for truth and scientific research directly into his soul and bones?
No, maybe she simply really wanted to see you.
The Prompt Device said.
Such words made Russell's expression turn a little strange.
Ah...
"Even that dead tsundere knows how to throw a straight ball?"
Russell immediately activated teleportation, returning directly to his Dragon form and landing before Mobius.
Then his entire expression froze.
—His vision was completely blocked by the simulator's text.
As you can see, this is an artificial simulator system. After registration is completed, it can semi-automatically achieve infinite resets, infinite iterations, infinite evolution...
???!!!
Fuck, a cheat?!!
Russell was stunned for a moment.
Seemingly noticing the brief daze in Russell's expression, Mobius's already pleased face became even more delighted.
"You're here? Since you are, engrave this onto yourself—well, engraving it onto your Dragon form should work too, but since it can be carried around, it would be better to engrave it onto your human form."
She grabbed the tail-biting Stigma and walked toward Russell—if this thing could really be called a Stigma.
"What a touching friendship..."
Russell looked at the Stigma being pushed toward him, ready to imprint it directly onto his body.