Objective, Capture the Second Snake!

"Because I got greedy over a task posted by the chat group and kissed a bug, it wasn't a big deal to begin with. At most, I got beaten up."

"But then some Schicksal lesbian popped up out of nowhere and insisted on taking me to Vienna to sit in a cell."

Russell patted his chest as though he had just escaped certain death.

"Good thing I didn't throw the entire Shadowkhan Army into the mines. I kept a few behind to drag me through the shadow passage and run. If I hadn't escaped and had been forced to activate Causality Law in a rage, my lifelong reputation would've been ruined."

Though only a few sentences had been exchanged, the amount of information contained within them was astonishing.

Did the chat group even have a function for issuing tasks?

And besides—

Why would the task be to kiss a bug? And how could kissing a bug get someone to claw your face? You actually kissed a girl, didn't you?!

Also, hadn't you spent less than three days in the Honkai world altogether?

Why would someone want to haul you off to a Vienna jail the moment they saw you?

"Buddy, is it just me? We're obviously using the same chat group, so why is your life so... colorful?"

Valmont sighed.

Letting Russell join the group for free had been a real loss.

Russell should have paid instead.

"Probably because the boss is a prophet. Prophets have always been good at stirring things up."

Based on her stereotypical impression of prophets, Huihui offered an explanation.

"...Mr. Russell, if any strange organizations invite you... I think it would be better to refuse."

Miss Mei could not help suspecting that Russell had joined two chat groups, and that the second one might be some kind of multiversal pervert chat group.

The group members discussed it heatedly for a while.

Everyone suspected that Russell had joined some improper chat group. Then they started rambling about all sorts of unrelated things, and before long, the conversation died.

—There were only six people in this group to begin with.

Naruto was busy pouring concrete at a construction site and had no time to log in. Skadi was online all day, but her hobby was lurking rather than speaking.

With those two excluded, only four people remained in the group.

It was perfectly normal for the conversation to die after chatting for a while.

It would be nice if there were a few more group members.

Russell sighed. The conversation had died so quickly; it was honestly a little boring.

It would be nice if there were a function similar to group invitations.

Then he could pull in Talulah, Frostnova, and Durandal... Forget it, better not. Dragging in a black snake would be more than enough.

Wouldn't that just turn it entirely into your Enterprise WeChat group?

The Prompt Device mocked him.

"Ah, wouldn't that be nice?"

Russell stuck his head out. After noticing that both Kiana and Rita had left, he simply spoke aloud.

That actually did seem rather wonderful.

The Prompt Device felt that the idea really was quite clever.

By the way, remember to remind your buddies later not to get tricked by the new group member.

Ah...

Tricked by the new group member.

Mobius's Memeory Body. Well, she was someone trying to make a comeback. Her research skills were extremely strong. If you were confident, maybe you could try making her your research workhorse?

That woman's expertise in biological science was astonishing.

As if answering the Prompt Device's summons, a new voice suddenly rang out in the chat group.

"Ding—Miss Green Snake Spirit has joined the chat group."

Huh?

They had just said to be wary of new group members, and one had immediately arrived?

Russell was stunned.

That notification seemed to possess some sort of magic, instantly reviving the chat group that had already gone completely dead.

"Welcome, newcomer! Don't forget to send red packets!"

"Welcome, newcomer! Buddy, want to join our Mafia?"

"Welcome, newcomer."

"Welcome, newcomer. If you run into any trouble, feel free to talk about it. Everyone will help as much as they can."

A string of messages appeared before Russell's eyes.

At the same time, they also appeared in the core of World Serpent—the Elysian Realm.

A snake-like beauty looked at the abruptly appearing data, an intrigued expression appearing on her face.

The so-called Elysian Realm was a world of memories, woven together from the memories of thirteen Flame Chasers. The Flame Chasers here existed in the form of Memeory Bodies.

World Serpent's executives were often sent here to receive the inheritance known as Signets.

And naturally, Mobius's Memeory Body existed here as well.

Of course—

Mobius did not believe herself to be merely a Memeory Body.

The beautiful woman with long green hair continuously flipped through the chat logs. With every bit she read, the smile on her face grew stronger.

"Oh, a gathering of people from different parallel worlds?"

"Interesting."

She muttered to herself.

Though she considered herself a Mobius who had surpassed Mobius.

She still had a problem.

That was—

She had no body at present.

As a scientist who regarded evolution as the meaning of life, not even having a body with which to conduct experiments was undoubtedly humiliating.

She needed a body that could bear all her Signets, allowing her to complete the transfer of consciousness—namely, rebirth.

And to achieve that goal, someone capable of carrying the Signet of Infinity had to enter the Elysian Realm.

That was difficult.

Because there were not many visitors to the Elysian Realm.

Yet now, quite a number of members with potentially unusual identities had appeared before her.

Perhaps one of them could bear her Signets.

Let her think—

How should she introduce herself to make others feel close to her?

The snake-like beauty recalled the tone of a certain Pink Fatty and prepared to speak.

"Hi~, are you friends from other worlds? Has anything happened lately that made you happy—"

"This one is a consciousness entity drooling over everyone's bodies. Don't play with her."

Just as Miss Mobius had typed half her sentence, another declaration had already been sent.

It had a distinctly childish feel.

It brought to mind a certain vampire who had been utterly outclassed by his own son in every way.

Yet that childish message made Mobius's expression freeze instantly.

Who the hell are you?!

Chapter 48: Objective, Capture the Second Snake!

"Elysia?!"

Almost instinctively, the researcher still within the Elysian Realm gritted her teeth and spat out that name.

Elysia.

The Second Seat among the Flame Chasers.

And also the person most enthusiastic about causing Mobius trouble.

Whether back when everyone was still alive, or after they had all become nothing but Memeory Bodies.

That naturally optimistic and kind girl loved nothing more than acting cute and helping others.

Using the tone of a child tattling to stop others from approaching her...

That really was something that woman would do.

Ah...

Me, Elysia?

Even Russell was dumbfounded by what he heard.

How did I resemble her?

If you only look at the endings, you do resemble each other quite a bit.

The Holy Son's ending was being nailed to a cross, while the Capitalist Tycoon's ending was being hanged from a streetlamp. Well, both died in midair.

The Prompt Device pointed out the similarity between the two.

Russell's expression darkened slightly.

Well, damn. You were cursing him to be hanged, weren't you?

"That's absolutely impossible. I practice every day, making sure the Shadow Clone Army can get me out of there as fast as possible."

Russell sneered.

What if the Shadow Clone Army rebels too?

"Then I'll expose you. You were the one who ordered everything!"

Russell declared without hesitation.

Then he directly shut off the Prompt Device, which had been preparing to spew obscenities, and turned his gaze toward the chat group screen.

After thinking for a moment, he decided to say a few words in Elysia's tone first.

"Ehehe, are you calling for me? My adorable Mobius~, I never thought we would meet even here. We really are fated, aren't we—?"

Amid the shocked expressions of the other group members, the young man made an adorable declaration.

Russell.

What kind of person was he?

A capitalist with zero integrity.

A man whose appearance perfectly matched most people's stereotype of a cold-blooded aristocrat.

And now, Russell was actually acting like this.

Huihui fiercely pinched her thigh, Mei pinched her own cheek, and Valmont kicked Zhou in the ass, making the man let out a scream.

"Boss, what are you doing?"

Zhou—the leader of the three useless fools—turned around and squawked at his boss.

"Nothing. I was just wondering whether I'm dreaming..."