"Where's my Herta?" "Stop fooling around. My real body will be here soon. I've had quite a few ideas these past two days, and the Simulated Universe officially started running yesterday, so my real body will be a little late."
Herta, whom Lingchen had lifted up, looked at him speechlessly. She could tell even with her toes that this man was putting on an act again.
But there were so many people around, though she herself was hardly the sort to care about outsiders.
The Astral Express Crew had all frozen.
The information online was actually true? Even Dan Heng's eyes widened.
March 7th went without saying. She had just been thinking about how Lingchen had been ready to save her, only to witness this bombshell a moment later.
Herta had never allowed anyone to get this close. Forget picking up her puppet-she generally would not even spare ordinary people a proper glance.
Anyone attempting something like this would probably have been humanely exterminated before they could even start.
March 7th might have been a little ditzy, but from the information about Herta and the crew's previous visits to the space station, she still knew something of Herta's personality.
Among them, Himeko remained outwardly composed, but her emotions were churning the most fiercely.
For various reasons, such as supplies and earning some extra money, she had interacted with Herta more often than anyone else in the crew, so naturally, she was also the one who found this hardest to believe.
The world had finally gone mad.
She circulated the Path power of Trailblaze through her body, forcibly suppressing her shock.
She did not even have the presence of mind to think about Herta's earlier remark about being nobler than a Lord Ravager.
"Um, Ms. Herta, what did you mean when