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OHDOM 1-25

Chapter 1: Perfect Pronunciation

"Angel-chan, you don't want to miss school tomorrow, do you?"

"We didn't borrow much; a lady studying abroad like you shouldn't care!"

"Exactly, being friends with us won't hurt."

"Hahaha!"

The harsh, arrogant voices of delinquent girls echoed through the dark alley, carrying a sense of malicious pride. Angel curled up in the corner of the alley, her golden hair covered in dust, looking somewhat dull. She clutched her head with both hands, feeling a splitting headache.

'So noisy!'

'My head hurts!'

'Wasn't I just drinking celebratory wine? Where is this place? Who are these people?'

The petite and fragile girl furrowed her delicate brows, her dazed eyes looking at the swaying figures in front of her. Her face and small lips were pale as paper, and her slender body trembled slightly due to the intense headache. But these reactions did not arouse any sympathy from the people around her.

On the contrary, a delinquent girl with colorful hair and exaggerated makeup grabbed Angel by the collar, pulling her head up and cursing:

"Speak up! Do you look down on us, Bitch!?"

"Let... go, it hurts!"

Angel moved her pale lips, murmuring unconsciously.

"Bang!"

The delinquent girl with a vicious expression kicked Angel hard, sending her flying to the wet and dirty ground of the alley. She lay there, trembling, unable to get up.

Then, Angel was turned over, and several hands searched her body, pulling out a wallet. After taking the money, they threw the wallet at Angel's face with a "smack."

"Ugh! What is this! So little money?"

"Since I'm in a good mood today, I'll let you go. Remember to bring more money next time, or you'll know what will happen. Right, Angel?"

"Hahaha!"

A group of gaudily dressed girls laughed triumphantly, walking out of the alley arm in arm. No one noticed that Angel, lying on the ground with empty eyes, suddenly moved her fingers.

'Kill!'

'Human beings are scum! Vermin! Enemies!'

'Destroy, destroy, destroy, destroy, destroy!'

'Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!'

Angel shakily stood up. This body felt entirely unfamiliar to her. Her ears buzzed with a "buzzing" noise, but she could clearly hear the bullies' laughter and heartbeats, along with distant car horns, all as if they were right next to her ears. It was too strange, too uncomfortable.

But these were merely physical discomforts; what Angel found uncontrollable was the roaring voice in her mind.

'Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!'

The voice kept saying this, with waves of strong emotions surging into her heart—anger, hatred, and murderous intent quickly overwhelmed her rationality. She felt nauseous, like vomiting.

Moreover, a chaotic mix of memories churned in her brain like minced meat in a blender—one of a researcher who had just completed her first major project, and another of a helpless high school girl who recently lost all her family and suffered from severe school bullying.

'Which one is really me?'

'Why do I have to go through this?'

'So, what are you planning to do?'

'Family, life, dignity, dreams... why do I have to lose everything!?'

'Huh!?'

'Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!'

'So, answer my question... uh... kill... kill, kill, kill!'

The two wills reached an agreement; who influenced whom no longer mattered. Angel just raised her head, and her purple eyes instantly turned a pure crimson.

She swayed as she moved, her vision also shaking.

Angel didn't know how she approached the bullies who were about to leave. She raised her hand and placed it on one of their shoulders.

"Hey."

The delinquent girl who felt a hand on her shoulder instinctively turned around, suddenly meeting a pair of blood-red eyes.

"Unknown memories are randomly appearing in my head. Anyway, you all are scum, right?"

Angel hunched over, looking up slightly, her mouth involuntarily curling into a grin. The sinister smile was reflected in the eyes of the delinquent girls.

"Ah!!"

"Damn! You dare scare us!"

"You bitch, you want to die!"

"Rip!"

An arm fell to the ground amidst the rising shouts and curses, blood splattering onto the wall and dripping from Angel's lowered right hand.

One girl stared dumbfoundedly at her now half-arm, her expression first disbelief, then extreme terror.

"Ahhhhh!!"

"Splatter!"

"Rip!"

"Swoosh!"

"Ahhhh!!!"

...

Ten minutes later, a bloody hand suddenly gripped the corner of the alley wall. Angel, gasping for breath, stood at the alley entrance, the strong smell of blood emanating from her blood-stained clothes.

"Go... home..."

Angel shook her head, her muddled rationality pointing her towards a very familiar path. Fortunately, it was late at night, and this area was relatively quiet and deserted, or perhaps she was lucky; no one saw this ghostly figure walking out of the horror scene.

Angel smoothly entered a dark two-story house, collapsed at the entrance, and lost consciousness completely.

...

"Drip, drip!"

The next morning, in the bathroom, cold water splashed onto Angel.

It was autumn in August, and the early mornings in the Far East were already somewhat chilly. The water heater in the house needed to be set in advance, and at this time, only cold water was available.

But Angel didn't feel cold.

She stood motionless under the cold water in her school uniform skirt, staring at her white, delicate hands. Until a moment ago, they were still stained with dried, dark brown blood.

The water washed away the blood on her clothes and body, flowing down her smooth legs to the ground, becoming dirty water and draining away.

'Clean, no scars from handling experimental equipment.'

'Obviously very young.'

'Is this transmigration or soul transference?'

Angel frowned, silent. After a while, she removed the blood-stained clothes, carefully cleaning this body that hadn't fully matured. After throwing the clothes into the washing machine, Angel, wrapped in a loose white bathrobe, collapsed onto the living room sofa.

She frowned, staring at the familiar yet unfamiliar living room.

"Am I still me? Let's put that philosophical question aside. I am the enemy of humanity, the one who rings the death knell of civilization, the destroyer of the world—the Herrscher of Dominance."

Angel's cold, indifferent voice echoed in the room, steady and calm, yet somewhat numb.

"Why is it this world?"

"Liking beautiful girls doesn't mean wanting to come to this world."

Angel sighed tiredly. The inexplicable knowledge seemed etched in her mind, clearly telling her about her current non-human identity.

There were also some pieces of information related to the Herrscher's powers that she hadn't had time to organize. With such a distinctive identity and some information from another memory, the world she was in could naturally be identified.

Angel picked up the phone on the table. She unlocked the screen and searched for Nagazora City. The first piece of news was a headline.

"This March, a catastrophic chain explosion occurred in Nagazora City, shocking the world. Tens of millions of residents were displaced, and the casualties far exceeded the 20th-century New York explosion incident. Recently, the specific casualty data has been released, and related rescue operations are nearing completion. Several ministers from the Ministry of Security, the Fire Department, and the Ministry of Urban Construction have resigned and will undergo a comprehensive review. The Far East government once again warns all citizens that Nagazora City still has many hidden risks that have not been eliminated. Non-professional personnel without official approval should not enter the city..."

Below the news were a series of pictures of government officials bowing in apology, their standard ninety-degree bows demonstrating their thorough understanding of the Far Eastern traditional skills. No wonder they were Far Eastern officials.

Angel's mouth twitched as she murmured with mixed feelings:

"In the world of Honkai Impact 3rd, as the Herrscher of Dominance, the time is August 2014, less than half a year after the birth of the Third Herrscher, the destruction of Nagazora City, and the entry of the Big Three into St. Freya Academy."

Having barely clarified the basic questions of "Who am I," "Where am I," and "What time is it now," more questions swirled in her mind, such as "Why" and "Who did this," but all of them had no answers.

The only certainty was that this was a very dangerous world.

And the Herrscher of Dominance, also known as the Legion Herrscher or the Herrscher of the People, was an enemy of the protagonist group, ultimately destined to be eliminated as a villain.

Thinking about this, Angel placed her hand on her forehead, her long, slender legs curled up, and her small body gradually curled into the sofa, uttering a perfectly pronounced and elegant Chinese character:

"Kuso!"

Chapter 2: Although They Are All Myself

"Gulp, gulp!"

Angel took a carton of milk from the fridge, inserted a straw, and slurped it down quickly.

Even though she hadn't eaten dinner yesterday, the cold liquid entering her stomach didn't cause any discomfort. This young girl's seemingly fragile body was actually very strong, far surpassing human capabilities in various ways, both inside and out—or rather, it was no longer human.

Angel closed the fridge, rubbing her jade-like fingertips, and murmured thoughtfully:

"In essence, I am the Herrscher of Dominance. This body is merely a puppet controlled by my powers. But these powers also need to attach to a body to exist. If all the bodies available for attachment die, I will also die."

"Having only one body is really too dangerous!" Angel felt a strong sense of threat.

Putting aside all kinds of confusion and doubts, survival was the current priority. Driven by this thought, Angel naturally understood how to use her powers.

The first step was to draw Honkai energy from the imaginary space.

The second step was to find a medium suitable for the powers to attach to, such as a corpse or a powerful puppet—there was no suitable medium here, so she gave up on using a medium and used herself as a template to create a body.

The third step was to activate the powers and dominate this body.

A faint purple light flickered, condensing into a small but curvaceous and beautiful humanoid figure in front of Angel.

Angel blinked.

Opposite her, a perfect replica of Angel, as flawless as white jade, also blinked.

They stared at each other, identical in every way.

"..." x2

After a moment, the original Angel's lips curled up. The amusing scene finally eased her heavy mood slightly, and she playfully said:

"Take a few steps!"

"Take a few steps~"

"Walk with vigor!"

"Walk with vigor~"

"Walk a thousand miles a day!"

"Walk a thousand miles a day~"

"Walk like a lifetime has passed!"

"Walk like a... Hey! That's enough, we're the same person. You're not going to keep this up and then punch me, are you?"

The clone Angel walked clumsily with synchronized limbs, then rolled her eyes and went straight up the stairs—completely shameless, as they were the same person and totally uninhibited.

A while later, she came down dressed in a casual long-sleeve shirt and shorts, her slender white legs gleaming with an incredible brightness, almost as if glowing.

"Although it's myself, it really is a feast for the eyes." The original Angel sat on the sofa, watching as the clone Angel sat down across from her.

Throughout the entire process, Angel could feel that both the clone and the original were herself, with synchronized will, thoughts, and even feelings. But at the same time, the original and the clone could think independently.

This situation wasn't quite like split personality. It was more like two virtual machines on a computer, each with some independent functions, but essentially still one computer. The original and the clone Angel looked at each other, their expressions gradually becoming identically serious.

"Bad news: I'm the Herrscher of a Legion. A bunch of people I can't afford to provoke are ready to kill me and have the ability to do so."

"Good news: I'm the first Herrscher of Dominance. Since I haven't spread my powers around and become a chaotic mob, no one knows I'm a Herrscher yet."

So, as long as she hid in a corner and stayed low, Angel might live safely until the later stages of the plot. What happens in the late stages could be thought about later; for now, she needed to conceal her identity as a Herrscher. As long as her identity wasn't exposed, she wouldn't attract the attention of those dangerous individuals.

Both Angels thought about this and then simultaneously remembered a dangerous situation.

"Those shredded girls!" x2

Rationally, Angel didn't sympathize with those bullies who had done many disgusting things; they were just a bunch of young brats.

Emotionally, neither of Angel's life memories had such cruel experiences, making it hard not to feel a bit sorrowful.

But these didn't matter.

What mattered was that those broken bodies were left in the alley. Even if the place was secluded, someone would eventually notice. When that happened, modern technology would easily confirm her as a suspect.

Secular powers could be ignored, but if the three major organizations noticed...

Wouldn't she die?

Both Angels widened their eyes and stood up.

The original Angel, wearing a bathrobe, decisively said:

"Fix the problem! We need to turn those bodies into our clones! If they continue to exist in their form for a while, the trouble won't come to us! Quick, let's hope we're still in time!"

The clone Angel had already dashed out the door, leaving the original Angel with a swaying golden ponytail. There was no need for verbal commands; their thoughts and consciousness were one and the same, a single entity.

The distinction between the original and the clone was meaningless. They were both Angel, with no primary or secondary difference. Even if one Angel died, it would only temporarily lose an independent thought process, but Angel would still live on without any other impact. Taking advantage of the time while one Angel was away, the other Angel in the house frowned and pondered for a moment, then suddenly disappeared from the room.

...

This was a world of darkness, where up, down, left, and right, even the passage of time, didn't exist, creating an indescribable sense of ambiguous chaos. Floating in the void were some fragments of buildings. Some looked like pieces of unknown palaces, others like slices of skyscrapers, and many other inexplicable objects, all reflections of the real world in the imaginary space, hovering between reality and illusion.

Angel, with a milk carton straw in her mouth, stood in the void, her purple eyes blinking gently. The knowledge about the imaginary space that came with the Herrscher's powers gradually became clearer in her mind, and Angel quietly absorbed it, trying to understand it in a comprehensible way.

After a while, her eyes lit up, and she extended her hand, an invisible field spreading out from her as the center. Soon, a vast area of space came under her control.

Under Angel's will, the field enveloped a bunch of building fragments, bringing them together, merging, reorganizing, and refining them into a broad circular platform, resembling an ancient and magnificent hall.

The stage hadn't yet reached the field's boundaries but was already vast enough to be considered grand.

"This is... the Theater of Domination!"

Angel murmured, whether from her knowledge of the original work or the inherent knowledge of the Herrscher's powers, she knew the essence and characteristics of this field.

A controllable space domain, the source of her powers, drifting in the boundless imaginary world, where only the Herrscher of Legion could freely come and go.

This gave her an unparalleled sense of security!

"The Herrscher of the Void, Sirin, is still asleep. Anti-Entropy and World Serpent might have technology to touch the imaginary space, but they can't find my domain in the vast imaginary world! This is the ultimate life-saving charm!"

As long as one clone hid safely in the theater, it didn't matter if all the other clones in the outside world were destroyed; Angel would still live.

"Hahaha!" Angel spread her arms and laughed heartily.

Despite the existence of Otto Apocalypse, the grand schemer and pure love warrior whose ultimate plan involved the powers of HoDom and possibly already had the Cosmic Juggernaut, which posed a significant threat.

But this didn't stop Angel from breathing a sigh of relief. This was probably the first time she felt secure since waking up, feeling confident enough to survive in this world.

After the pleasant laughter, Angel snapped her fingers, activating her powers, and numerous graceful female figures began to condense in the purple light.

Ten, twenty, thirty. A hundred, two hundred.

Countless naked Angels appeared, creating a quiet yet suddenly crowded and chaotic scene.

"Slap!" The original Angel, wrapped in a bathrobe, looked at the endless repetition of the snowy white scene before her and couldn't help but cover her face.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!" All the Angels on the scene, as well as the only one in the outside world rushing to the crime scene, simultaneously covered their faces.

Although they were all herself, and all rare beauties, the sight gave Angel a bit of trypophobia.

Chapter 3: The Justice-Bearing Beautiful Girl

"Feels like my body is becoming sluggish and heavy."

After calming down a bit, all Angel couldn't help but try moving their limbs, and soon some started complaining about their condition.

"My brain feels foggy too."

"The one outside almost tripped!"

"Is it because there are too many of us?"

"Should we reduce the number?"

"Wouldn't that hurt a lot?"

All Angel looked at each other.

This state was indeed problematic; it felt like if they pushed any further, they might all pass out. Angel feared pain, but she was also rational. To survive, she had to first understand this power of the Herrscher that was essential for her survival.

So, 100 Angel, after a brief hesitation, clenched their fists simultaneously and smashed the heads of the duplicates beside them.

"Ugh... so disgusting, I want to puke."

"But we are really strong! Skulls should be pretty sturdy, and yet we could actually smash them with a single punch!"

"Yeah, as expected, losing a duplicate doesn't impose any extra burden. The pain is only momentary, and in other aspects... it's like shutting down a virtual machine on a computer, insignificant. Looks like we can consider a sacrificial combat strategy."

After a gruesome scene of flying flesh and blood, there were 100 Angel left, including the original, chattering about their feelings and judgments.

As for the other half of the bodies, they turned into Herrscher cores, silently merging into the Theater of Domination. Angel finally relaxed their frowning brows.

"So, this is why the original Herrscher of Dominance dispersed the cores?"

Each duplicate created an additional thought thread and combat unit. Theoretically, no one would want to voluntarily share this power with others; having it all to oneself was the best.

Could it be that the original Herrscher of Dominance transcended human selfishness, willingly sharing the power to fulfill the grand scheme of world destruction?

How could that be!

Creating a duplicate first consumes Honkai energy to form or strengthen the attachment medium. However, the existence of the imaginary space means the Herrscher's Honkai energy is inexhaustible, equivalent to no consumption.

However, the mental, willpower, and cognitive burdens are unavoidable.

A person's capacity is limited; too many duplicates would drag down the group's thinking and operational abilities. Thus, the number of duplicates a person could create would be very limited.

And the Herrscher of Dominance, as an individual, might be so weak that even fully armed A-rank Valkyries could challenge them. Despite their numbers, they would still be vulnerable against complete Herrschers—this is why the original Herrscher of Dominance dispersed their power. It wasn't out of selflessness but because they had no choice to gather enough power to challenge the protagonist group.

Of course, it's also possible that the original Herrscher of Dominance was multiple individuals from the start, with the power already dispersed from the beginning.

In any case, the current first Herrscher of Dominance is Angel, and she doesn't intend to share her power with others. After all, even if she gathered a thousand individuals, there are plenty of beings capable of dealing with the Herrscher of Dominance in this world!

Staying low-key is the first rule of survival.

...

"My limit is only 30? That's too few!"

In the real world, Angel slowed her pace as she approached the crime scene from last night. She stood at a nearby street corner, observing whether there were any police or other special individuals around while rubbing her forehead in frustration.

Playing with her golden hair, Angel couldn't help but sigh. No wonder the Herrscher of Dominance had to become such a chaotic mob.

Even with a full team, the Herrscher of Dominance struggled with their plans. What can be done with just 30 individuals? As arguably the most normal Herrscher of this era, they couldn't play the game without dispersing their power.

"But it's been an entire night, and no one has found it yet. Is this place really that secluded?"

Angel frowned slightly, instinctively feeling something was off.

After observing from the corner for a while and using her extraordinary vision, she didn't notice any special surveillance or setups.

"The sooner I handle this, the better. There's no time to waste."

Angel knew that the longer she delayed, the more likely someone would notice the brutal scene. She needed to turn those remnants into her duplicates as soon as possible.

If she could disguise herself as those delinquent girls for a while, then find a reasonable way for them to disappear, no one would notice anything unusual about Angel.

With this thought, Angel, confirming no one was around, quietly walked into the alley.

The stench of blood filled the alley.

With high walls on both sides and the alley being deep enough, it wasn't easy to notice anything amiss without walking in. The delinquent girls had carefully chosen this spot to avoid detection for their bullying, which conveniently made it easier for Angel to clean up the scene.

'First, I need to piece together the bodies into a human form. Only then can I use the power to dominance and attach it to them.'

Angel made a face, reluctantly starting to work among the severed limbs. The inherent dark emotions of the Herrscher, combined with the bullied memories of the high school Angel, had indeed made her colder.

But after all, neither the transmigrated Angel nor the original high school Angel had ever killed anyone, let alone created such a gruesome scene.

Angel couldn't help but cover her nose and mouth. Though she didn't vomit, her heartbeat accelerated involuntarily, feeling a strong sense of discomfort.

As she gradually adapted to the scene, displaying an incredible level of calmness, she heard a strange noise from above.

"Target spotted! Surrender now!"

A clear and melodious girl's voice came from above, filled with righteous indignation yet unable to hide its youthful vitality. It sounded like a righteous girl angry at injustice.

"Boom!"

Angel barely had time to look up before a force knocked her to the ground.

"Ah!"

Angel felt a wave of pain as a girl with a soft, rounded bottom sat on her back. Angel's hands were restrained, and a slender, fair leg hooked around her neck, nearly pressing against her nose, with a milky fragrance dispersing the strong smell of blood.

"Who... are you?"

"I am Kiana Kaslana! Did you kill these people? Surrender to me now, and Schicksal will give you a fair trial!"

Kiana pressed Angel's head, gritting her teeth—partly for the brutally murdered civilians, and partly because she hadn't expected Angel to struggle so much. Despite having the upper hand, Kiana still found it challenging.

Angel panicked.

'Why is she here? Has St. Freya Academy noticed me? Could it be that a large team has already surrounded me?'

As the Herrscher of Dominance, the current situation was extremely dire!

Chapter 4: What She Couldn't Imagine!

Although the situation was dire, she smelled so good...

No, no, now wasn't the time to think about smells!

One of Angel's faces was pressed against Kiana's leg, but all 30 Angels were rapidly brainstorming.

'It shouldn't be a leak of my identity! If it were leaked, there would be a large-scale elite force coming to eradicate me, not a rookie like Kiana who's only been in school for less than half a year!'

'So, I can't expose my Herrscher-related abilities.'

'My duplicates can't come to my aid.'

'I can't teleport into the Theater of Domination to escape.'

'And I definitely can't die! If I die, the Herrscher core will drop, and that would be undeniable evidence!'

'I need to escape using physical strength as much as possible! If it's just Kiana, maybe this is a solo action, so escaping might not be too hard!'

'Come on, me!'

'It's not you who's tied up! Easy for you to say!'

Angel tried to break free, but Kiana tightened her grip on her wrists.

After half a minute of struggling, Angel suddenly turned her head with difficulty and looked behind her. In front of Kiana, she exclaimed with joy as if she had seen a companion:

"You're finally here! Hit her on the head!"

"What!?"

Kiana was shocked and quickly turned her head to look behind her.

Then, a small sneaker swiftly enlarged in front of her eyes.

"Boom!"

Angel used a backward kick, showing incredible flexibility in her waist and thighs, and kicked Kiana in the face with all her strength.

'Even though my body is human, it's being controlled by the Herrscher of Dominance! I knew I could do it!'

Angel was overjoyed. Taking advantage of Kiana being stunned by the kick, she twisted her body forcefully, successfully rolling Kiana off her and freeing her hands.

"Ouch! That hurts!"

Kiana, covering the shoe print on her face, got up and saw Angel already running towards the alley entrance.

"Damn! What flexibility! But don't think you can escape from me!"

Kiana gave chase, drawing a pistol from her pocket as she ran.

"Bang!"

A bullet was shot towards Angel's right leg.

The bullet from a standard Schicksal-issued pistol traveled faster than the speed of sound, but Angel's inhuman instincts sensed the threat.

Almost at the same moment the bullet left the barrel, Angel kicked off the wall, propelling herself into the air.

In a flash, she kicked off the walls several times, quickly ascending upwards, and in the blink of an eye, she was on the rooftop, several meters high.

'Perfect! Full marks for that move!'

'Stop talking nonsense and think of a way! She's catching up!'

Angel chastised her other selves for their flippant comments while running for her life on the rooftop.

Reaching the edge quickly, Angel didn't have time to consider her fear of heights. She jumped to the roof of another building, which was seven or eight meters lower.

Like a horse leaping across a cliff, Angel landed smoothly and lightly.

She glanced back and, sure enough, saw the silver-haired girl in a school uniform skirt, looking like a fairy, also leaping from the roof—the only discordant note being the clear shoe print on her face.

"Pfft!"

Angel couldn't help but laugh and continued to run with all her might.

"You dare to laugh!?"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Kiana angrily fired three shots in rapid succession, aiming accurately at Angel's legs and body.

Kiana undoubtedly liked pretty girls, and even without any inappropriate thoughts, she naturally had a soft spot for cute girls, usually unable to bring herself to shoot someone as doll-like and cute as Angel.

But after witnessing the carnage in the alley, Kiana could no longer see the girl as a normal, cute girl but as a dangerous killer.

Angel glanced back, her sharp senses catching the bullet's trajectory.

So, Kiana saw the slender, petite girl perform a graceful front flip, dodging the bullets and landing steadily, then continuing her high-speed escape.

"Don't run! Stop!"

'Only an idiot wouldn't run!'

Angel retorted in her mind, her eyes scanning the buildings ahead, trying to find an escape route.

Fortunately, even the weakest Herrscher was still a genuine Herrscher. A Herrscher core was enough to enhance a frail girl’s body to exceed the average Valkyrie’s level. So even though Angel herself had no experience, she had a high margin for error in rooftop parkour.

'At this rate, I can shake her off!'

Angel performed another beautiful somersault, dodging the bullets fired from behind. After vaulting over several buildings, she dashed into a half-finished building under construction.

"Are you a wild monkey or what!?"

A frustrated Kiana crashed through a pile of scaffolding and entered the building.

She waved away the dust in front of her eyes but couldn't see Angel anymore.

"Up or down?"

Kiana ran to the stairway, saw nothing below, then looked up and found the figure quickly climbing the stairs.

"Don't run!"

Kiana chased after her.

After a chase up to the rooftop, Kiana held her pistol cautiously but quickly searched the entire rooftop, finding nothing.

"Did she jump down? Or is she hiding on one of the floors?"

Kiana hurried to the edge and looked down, scanning every floor but found no trace of Angel. So, she decisively jumped onto the building's scaffolding, leaping down floor by floor, scanning each level.

...

While Kiana was frantically searching the building, higher up, Angel hung from a construction crane, hiding behind a steel panel that perfectly concealed her body, sneaking glances at Kiana.

"Phew~"

Angel let out a long breath.

'For now, I've shaken her off. But this place isn't safe... Better not enter the Theater yet; I can't be sure there are no other prying eyes.'

'That's right, the Theater is the safest life-saving tool right now; hiding it is the top priority!'

'Then you come up with another idea!'

'Just hang on, Kiana might leave to search elsewhere if she can't find you! Based on what we know of her intelligence, she shouldn't think to look up here!'

Angel pouted in frustration.

Fortunately, her physical condition was very strong; even hanging like this was no effort at all. Angel felt she could hang on for several days, so she reluctantly accepted this option.

Kiana soon reached the ground and, after a fruitless search, stood on the street, holding her gun and crossing her arms, puzzled.

"No way? She escaped? Which direction should I go next? Huh? That crane is really high; maybe I can spot her from up there!"

Kiana's eyes lit up, and she quickly ran toward the crane.

Angel had forgotten one thing.

At this stage, Kiana might indeed lack intelligence, but she was European.

Chapter 5: A Friendship of Fierce Fights

Angel watched incredulously as the white-haired girl scaled the crane like a monkey climbing a tree, rapidly approaching the top.

'...Wasn't she supposed to be unable to think of this?'

'Cough, cough! On the bright side, maybe St. Freya Academy spotted you with their satellite?'

'That would mean there's no escape!'

'Wait, is it possible that you can actually defeat her?'

'...'

Having independent thought processes had its advantages.

Angel raised a point that none of the other Angels had considered.

The struggle in the alley had already shown that, in terms of physical strength, Angel was actually a notch above Kiana.

As for combat experience, while Angel was indeed a novice, how much better could Kiana be at this stage? She was also just relying on brute force.

'Take her down!'

'Exactly! If she's acting alone, defeating her means we can escape. If it's a St. Freya Academy ambush, capturing her might give us a chance to negotiate.'

'Then let's do it. It'll be a good chance for us to get used to fighting!'

'At worst, if we can't win, we can still run. Her intelligence is low; we can easily outsmart her!'

The Angels were roused, eagerly encouraging Angel to strike.

Angel, on the scene, had no time to think further because Kiana was almost at the crane arm.

The crane arm was a long and sturdy steel structure, and on both sides of the ladder entrance were narrow walkways covered with steel mesh and wooden planks, almost the only walkable path on the crane arm.

Kiana had just climbed the ladder and hadn't had time to catch her breath when Angel pounced at her waist.

"Bang!"

The two wrestled on the narrow walkway. In the scuffle, Angel seized the opportunity to throw Kiana's pistol away.

"You were hiding here? Damn it, my gun!"

Kiana, furious, began to thrash wildly.

As Kiana Kaslana, the strongest Valkyrie of Schicksal (future tense), when had she ever been this humiliated?

Enraged, Kiana's strength surged, and she finally kicked Angel away.

Gasping for breath, the two faced off on the high-altitude walkway. Both had bruises on their faces, their clothes torn, exposing glimpses of fair skin.

Then, as if on cue, they charged at each other.

"Ha!" ×2

Both sides aimed punches at each other without holding back.

Angel's eyes filled with tears instantly.

'Don't cry! Hit her!'

'But it hurts QAQ... No one has ever hit my face before...'

'What kind of nonsense is this! Men bleed but don't cry!'

'But I'm a girl...'

Angel cursed her other selves, who were watching the excitement in the Theater, but she took a deep breath and overcame her fear of pain.

"You're dead! I'll make you cry!"

"Hmph! When I started fighting, you were still drinking milk! Do you think you have the strength to beat me?"

After the customary exchange of harsh words, they engaged in close combat, punching and kicking each other.

A typical fight between little girls might involve slapping and hair-pulling, which wouldn't be very interesting to watch, though some might prefer that. But for two little superhumans, it went far beyond that.

They were really hitting each other hard. Each strike came with a tearing wind sound, aimed at each other's bodies and even their pretty faces. Each hit drew blood, accompanied by the sound of steel pieces from the crane arm flying and breaking.

...

As the situation became increasingly dire, a gray-haired girl with glasses sighed on the rooftop of a nearby building.

"Kiana... she's made no progress, completely failing to apply what she's learned in class."

"Class Monitor, please give her another chance! Kiana has been working hard; she can do it!"

"Raiden Mei, I still believe these special extra credit tasks are unreasonable. St. Freya Academy's exams should be more rigorous and objective. Also, the official communication channel is not for personal use."

"Uh, well... Anyway, please take care of her! Kiana has failed several times in a row. If this continues, she might really be held back!"

Fu Hua removed her earpiece, ending the pointless communication.

Anyway, the white-haired dumpling who should be using this channel to complete her task was already fighting crazily with her target on the crane arm, probably not even thinking of contacting Fu Hua for help.

...

Half an hour later, on the shaky, broken crane arm.

Angel and Kiana each clung to a railing, a few steps apart, panting as they stared at each other.

With a bruised face, Kiana said, "Give up! I won't lose to you!"

Angel, equally bruised, wiped her nosebleed and silently raised a middle finger.

"Argh!"

Kiana, enraged, charged again.

Angel, equally fired up, swung her arms and walked towards Kiana with fists clenched.

"Crack... Crack..."

"Boom!"

Just as they were about to fight again, the steel crane arm, which had been battered several times, finally couldn't hold on any longer and broke with a loud crash.

"No way..."

Kiana fell, the sudden loss of gravity making her panic. She missed the chance to jump back onto the crane arm and could only fall towards the ground seventy meters below.

This might be it...

Kiana, feeling helpless and scared, closed her eyes.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Not feeling the sensation of falling, Kiana opened her eyes and looked up, seeing a slender hand tightly gripping her wrist.

It was Angel, holding onto a rough steel beam hanging from the crane with one hand, her hand bleeding. Her other hand gripped Kiana's wrist.

Kiana's body swayed slightly in the wind, and she asked dumbfoundedly, "Why?"

Angel rolled her eyes without answering.

Firstly, any HI3 player, unless inherently heartless, wouldn't want to really hurt the super cute and extremely lovely Kiana.

Secondly, if Kiana really got hurt here, Angel would be relentlessly pursued by a group of maniacs.

Lastly, don't forget that the Queenie is still around. If she appeared when Kiana fell, she could track Angel back to the Theater of Domination—whether or not the Queen cared about them, her appearance would mean the situation had escalated. St. Freya and even Otto would seriously focus on this, and that would be game over.

In short, a fight was fine, but watching Kiana get hurt was absolutely out of the question, both emotionally and logically.

Angel, dangling in midair, observed her surroundings and finally aimed for the nearby construction site rooftop.

"Heave-ho!"

Angel swung her arm, making Kiana's body sway in the air. After a few swings to build up momentum, Angel flung the screaming Kiana towards the rooftop.

"Ahhhh!"

Kiana screamed as she hit the cement rooftop with a thud, rolled a few times, and got up holding her waist, wincing in pain.

She shook her dazed head, looked up at the crane above, but Angel was nowhere to be seen.

"What... the heck? Doing something like that again, saving me... are you a good person or a bad person?"

Kiana muttered, feeling confused for a moment, standing dirty and disheveled on the rooftop, unsure of where to go next.

...

Angel swiftly descended to the ground along the crane's cable, taking advantage of Kiana's inability to pursue. Limping into a nearby alley, she ran randomly for a few circles before deciding to flee even farther.

Returning from the Theater of Domination to the real world required coordinates. There were only two types of coordinates: either the physical body in the real world or the location of the last Angel to leave the real world.

In other words, the 29 Angels in the Theater of Dominance would either appear beside the Angel outside or in the living room at home.

So, she couldn't attract attention to her home.

Therefore, she ran!

With the qualities of a Herrscher, surviving anywhere wasn't difficult for Angel. The farther she ran, the better. Absolutely mustn't attract the attention of Schicksal, Anti-Entropy, or World Serpent.

We, the pitiful thousand-fold Herrschers, just want to live!

Nourished by the power of Honkai, Angel's body gradually recovered. At least it didn't affect her normal movement.

She walked through a long alleyway, where the light from street lamps shone in. Getting out from here would bring her close to the suburbs. As long as she left the city, found an unmanned wilderness, and disappeared into the mountains and forests, no one would easily find her. Then she could sit down, rest, and think about what to do next.

A smile appeared on Angel's face.

Until she saw outside the alley, the gray-haired girl with a ponytail and blue school uniform fluttering in the wind, standing motionless like a mountain.

"Kuso!!!" ×30

Afterward, Angel caught a whiff of a scent resembling roses and suddenly lost consciousness.

Chapter 6 The Dean's Conclusion

"Class monitor, you're back? Uh, don't look at me like that! I know I screwed up again this time, oooo~~"

Kiana covered her bruised face and squatted down in embarrassment.

Fu Hua's original intention to give a serious lecture slowly dissipated in Kiana's shameful reaction. She held the unconscious Angel with one hand and handed over a bright red rose with the other hand.

"Eh? Class monitor, why are you still carrying a rose?"

"On the road, a stranger gave it to me."

Fu Hua thought of the pink little girl she met before, and blushed as she handed her the rose. Fu Hua wanted to refuse politely, but the girl stuffed the rose into her hand, covered her face, and ran away excitedly as if she had done something amazing.

What are girls thinking nowadays? I, the Immortal Phoenix, really don't understand.

Fu Hua sighed silently.

Kiana took the rose, sniffed it, blushed slightly, stood up, and said shyly:

"Should I say you are worthy of being the class monitor? Not only are you a popular 'sister' in school, but you are also popular with women after leaving St. Freya Academy. But I already have someone in my heart, class monitor, you can't conquer me, hehe!"

Kiana said so, but holding the rose, she shook her body involuntarily and smiled foolishly.

So, I, the immortal, really don't understand what little girls nowadays are thinking.

Fu Hua held Angel and called the landline with the headset.

Soon, a whistling wind fell from the sky, and a black armed helicopter slowly approached the ground.

Kiana protected the rose with both hands, turned her head to look at the unconscious Angel, and asked with her silver hair flying:

"Class monitor, how is she?"

"The mission is to control and bring her back, so I didn't use heavy hands; she's just unconscious. In addition, classmate Kiana, your performance in this additional evaluation is - zero points."

"Hey! Don't do this!?"

Amid the roar of the helicopter landing, Kiana raised her head and let out a shrill whine.

...

"Goddess! Damn! My Goddess!"

"We are not Hammurabi, don't make laws here!"

"What should I do? I've lost contact with you outside!"

"Calm down, the connection of power is still there, it seems she's just unconscious, not dead yet."

Angels expressed their panic in different reactions, and after a while, they calmed down and gathered together to discuss the current situation.

"Think carefully, the first person to contact us is Kiana, a new student of St. Freya, rather than a professional Valkyrie team, which means the problem may not be that serious."

"At least, no one should have thought that we are Herrschers."

"Then, there is still a chance."

After all, the third Herrscher only appeared half a year ago. Normally, no one would have thought that a new Herrscher would appear so soon.

Twenty-nine Angels stayed in the square of the Domination Theater, sitting in a circle, desperately using their little brains to guess what would happen next.

"I should be taken to St. Freya Academy outside, and then, it is likely to be a physical examination and blood test."

"But the Herrscher core is not so easy discovered, right?"

The Angels frowned, feeling a little uneasy, but they had already panicked before, so they were not panicked now.

"Don't be too optimistic, but don't think the worst."

"First, we use human bodies, not puppet bodies."

"Second, the Herrscher core is not an obvious entity like a stone, but a more abstract energy system, which should not be discovered by conventional inspection methods."

The Angels spoke one by one.

The Herrscher of Dominance per individual unit are very weak. For a single individual, the amount of Honkai energy in their bodies is far from the scale of other Herrschers. This is actually beneficial for hiding their identities. If it is just a general physical examination, the conclusion is likely to be "Honkai energy adaptability is very good, and it is a good seedling for a Valkyrie."

"Otto is not paying attention to us now, right?"

An Angel uneasily expressed the biggest concern of the Angels.

A general physical examination may be fooled, but if the person paying attention to the physical examination is Otto, who has studied the power of Herrscher countless times, then the conclusion is another matter.

"Depend on what happens after waking up."

"If you meet Rita, Durandal, and other elite Valkyries from the Schicksal Headquarters, or if there is any life-threatening situation, then jump back to the theater directly."

"If it is a general imprisonment, or St. Freya's surrender, it means that the situation is not so bad, you can be patient and dormant for the time being to see the results."

"I agree, it is better to say that this is the only way to do it now."

The Angels were worried, but considering that Angel was unconscious outside, they were completely in the dark about the outside world, so they didn't even dare to go back to the living room at home. Since there was nothing they could do, they could only wait.

...

Saint Freya Academy, the majestic office of the principal.

Theresa, who was full of majesty, flipped through the information on the table. After reading it from beginning to end, she frowned and sighed.

"Alas, school bullying, this kind of thing again? Is this the traditional custom of this country? Why is it everywhere?"

"There is no way, the Far East has its own national conditions. In a place where the victim is recognized as guilty, what else can we do? So have you understood the information on that child, dear little Theresa?"

The plump and beautiful body that is about to burst out leans on the sofa chair. The close-fitting Valkyrie uniform not only highlights the seductive waist curve, but also clearly reveals the snow-white and bottomless ravines - Himeko Murata, a mature woman like a red-haired elf, holds the rim of the red wine glass with her slender hands, shakes the wine lazily, and shows amazing attraction from every inch of her body.

Unfortunately, she has been single until now.

Theresa slammed the table and shouted angrily in a childish voice:

"I told you to call me the school principal! It's because you are so careless all day long. Now even my eldest niece often disrespects me! Also, don't drink in the office!!"

"Calm down. It's time to get off work. There happened to be a bottle of red wine and a wine glass in your cabinet. I've been tired all day, and you don't allow me to enjoy it?"

"Hmph! Pay attention next time, especially when there are outsiders, you should restrain your alcoholic nature!"

Theresa puffed her cheeks and scolded in a self-righteous and majestic manner.

Himeko smiled indifferently, drank, and then adjusted her expression and said:

"Now it seems that the matter is relatively clear. A person who is qualified for hidden Honkai energy who lives an ordinary life suddenly awakens in extreme depression because of long-term bullying. Alas, that state is indeed easy to get out of control. It has happened before, but this time it is not a coincidence. Those little girls who are used to bullying the weak happened to be next to her and happened to be bullying her."

"Well, it's almost right. Although it's ridiculous, in this country, how can I say it, it feels like this kind of thing will happen sooner or later!"

"Hehe, probably. Then what are you going to do, respected school principal?"

"What else can we do? Even if we deal with it according to secular laws, the little girl is underage and can't be sentenced to any punishment at all. As for handling it according to the Honkai incident - it is excusable, and it is a good seedling worth cultivating, so of course it is absorbed by St. Freya! But after all, something like that just happened, at least she still needs to be observed and educated for a period of time and can't be directly put into the school."

Theresa said with a stern face, setting the tone for Angel's subsequent treatment.

It is not difficult to see from her words that she doesn't care about the death of those underage students.

Don't look at her innocent and cute little loli appearance, but she is an S-level Valkyrie after all, and she has experienced a lot of things and seen a lot of big scenes.

In a word, Theresa is a good person and very compassionate. But Theresa can also tell what kind of people should be given compassion to.

Himeko smiled slightly, nodded, and agreed with Theresa's judgment, then poured herself another glass of wine and said in a faint tone:

"But she is also a victim of Nagazora's collapse, her parents were killed in that disaster. After she enters the academy, how will Mei deal with it?"

"..."

Theresa looked down at the information and was speechless for a long time.

Chapter 7: Survive and Win

"Hmm... a strange ceiling."

When Angel opened her eyes, she saw only the snow-white ceiling and walls, as well as the light source embedded in the ceiling and walls, emitting bright but not dazzling light.

'Oh!!! '

'Woke up! '

'Not in the dissection room or the experimental cabin, there is still hope! '

'Long live! '

Angel sat up, rubbed her sleepy eyes, yawned, and tears came out of the corners of her eyes.

The theater, they are so noisy!

However, everyone's consciousness and thinking are connected, so as long as they wake up, they will understand the situation on both sides instantly, so Angel could also understand the other Angels' relief.

"Yo! Finally woke up, it seems that I came at the right time!"

Murata Himeko walked in from the outside, and then the exit closed automatically, almost integrated with the wall.

It could be seen that the technological content of this room is not low, it is probably specially designed. But the person who came in was only Murata Himeko, and she didn't bring any weapons or defensive equipment... Such treatment is obviously not for any discovered Herrschers.

'They haven't discovered that I'm a Herrscher yet! '

Angel felt a little relieved.

But being in the enemy camp, everything is unknown. Angel could only be alert, keep a straight face, and try not to show any emotions.

"You are really vigilant, but don't worry, we are not a crazy organization."

Murata Himeko smiled.

The empty room suddenly rose up with a table and two chairs. Murata Himeko sat on a chair, facing Angel, pointed to the other chair, and motioned her to sit down.

Angel looked at Himeko expressionlessly, and after a while, she got off the bed and sat opposite Himeko.

Himeko then pulled out a black iron rod from behind her, holding one end with both hands, with a bright and warm smile on her face, and then...

"Crack~"

The iron rod slowly bent to the extent of almost breaking in half in front of Angel. Then, Himeko threw the bent iron rod in front of Angel, and it made a heavy metallic sound on the table, indicating its weight and hardness.

"As you can see, we are the ones who control dangerous power and protect the world with it, so you can probably understand why we are looking for you? I am Murata Himeko, and I am very happy to meet you."

"..."

Angel was speechless and listened quietly, only her eyes moved slightly with Himeko's movements, like a delicate and silent puppet.

She discovered another use of the power of domination: by focusing all her attention on the power instead of her body, she could make herself appear like a real puppet, devoid of any emotion.

Himeko had a headache dealing with this uncooperative attitude and then threw out a few photos, which showed the bloody and tragic alley.

"You did this, right?"

"I did it. Do you want to judge me?"

Angel spoke expressionlessly.

These are all facts that are easy to investigate and there is no way to deny them. However, St. Freya Academy should also be able to easily find out the cause and effect from earlier events. Those little scumbags isolated and bullied Angel because of her appearance a long time ago, and they became even worse after she lost her parents.

Those memories filled with darkness and fear, even if Angel, who is now more mature and calm, thinks of them, she will have murderous intentions.

Only this killing spree, Angel has no guilt at the moment.

But she always has to put on a front in front of Himeko. The St. Freya forces are very kind, so as long as she wins their pity, she will be safe.

Under Angel's expressionless and indifferent attitude, 30 Angels are discussing the next response.

Himeko laughed when she heard this. What she was most worried about was that Angel would close herself off and resist communication. Only when she was willing to speak would there be a possibility of understanding and untying the knot in her heart.

Himeko said in a gentle tone:

"Don't worry, I know the root of the error is not you..."

"No, they deserved to die. I really wanted to kill them, but I didn't expect it to be in that form. If you want to do anything to me, just do it directly. I'm tired of hypocritical communication."

"Little guy, you're a bit unlovable."

Himeko maintained a smile and said calmly.

In Himeko's view, Angel's reaction was like a frightened little hedgehog, facing others with its spikes just to protect its weak and pitiful body. And this is completely in line with the personality description that Himeko inferred from the information.

So, Himeko tried to comfort her and said:

"The power you awakened is extremely dangerous and difficult to control. We have sufficient experience in this. According to our rules, you are usually not given excessive punishment in a situation like this provided that you cooperate with us. First of all, let's start with a frank communication."

After Himeko finished speaking, she took out a few more books from behind and put them on the table. "Modern History of Schicksal, Basic Science of Honkai, Biography of Saints... These are easy-to-understand introductory books, but they are enough to reveal some truths about history and the world. I will give you time to calm down, and I hope you can read these books. I will come to see you tomorrow. We will arrange regular meal delivery. The bathroom is over there. If you need anything else, just shout out loud and we will satisfy you according to the situation."

"Goodbye, little guy."

Himeko left the room.

Inside the room, Angel sat for a long time before opening the book.

...

With the perspective shared, several Angels focused on reading and memorizing the contents of the books, while the rest of the Angels chattered in the theater.

"The situation is much better than expected. It seems that St. Freya not only did not discover my identity as a Herrscher, but also wants to recruit me."

"We should be thankful that we are in the Far East and have been noticed in Saint Freya's territory."

"Then should we stay?"

"Well, if we stay, the risk of being discovered will undoubtedly increase."

"No, it is obvious that we can no longer hide the fact that we have Honkai energy. In this case, it would be dangerous not to stay in Saint Freya!"

"That's right. Staying in Saint Freya as a student, at least for the time being, we don't have to worry about too many conspiracies and calculations, and we can calm down and learn some necessary knowledge and techniques."

"Saint Freya's moral level is very high. It is better than Otto, World Serpent, and Anti-Entropy Reformists!"

"And I can get close to everyone!"

"...Drag them away and shoot them!"

After a collective brainstorming, the Angels made two decisions. First, Angel in the outside world maintains the image of an autistic girl who suffers from bullying, joins Saint Freya, and learns the necessary knowledge from the academy.

Second, the Angels in the theater are divided into ten, carefully return to the real world one by one, and then use various means to go to different continents and hide in remote and uninhabited corners as the final resurrection archive after the theater falls.

In short, staying alive is victory!

Chapter 8: I Owe Her Everything

"I heard you didn't eat anything yesterday. What's wrong? Is the food not to your taste?"

At lunchtime, Himeko happily enjoyed her potato brisket, while Angel, seated opposite, seemed indifferent to the food, quietly flipping through a book like an emotionless robot.

After Himeko ate a few bites to relieve her hunger, she smiled and said, "People are made of iron and rice is made of steel. Honkai energy cannot replace food!"

Angel raised her head slightly, staring at Himeko with cold purple eyes. In fact, she was already drooling in her heart, but she relied on her dominance to keep her expression cold.

'It smells so good, I want to eat it...'

'Calm down! You have to maintain your sensitive and autistic persona!'

'But it smells so good!'

'Think carefully, the chefs of Saint Freya are likely recruited nearby. Shenzhou cuisine! Otto dotes on Theresa, so he must have arranged the best food and beverage... Shenzhou cuisine made by the chef of Shenzhou! Ah! I can't take it anymore, just one bite, even if it's just one bite!'

Most of the Angels couldn't bear it anymore. The Herrschers didn't need to eat, but the Angels still had human bodies. Even if they wouldn't starve to death, they would still feel physiological hunger. They hadn't had a good meal for too long. The save point plan they thought of yesterday hadn't officially started yet. Now there was only one Angel outside, and she couldn't eat the delicious Shenzhou cuisine. This was simply torture.

In the theater, a group of Angels were rolling on the ground. But the most painful one was Angel in the real world because she faced temptation directly. She not only couldn’t roll around but also had to concentrate on maintaining her persona.

"Sss~"

Angel lost her focus for a moment, her eyes unconsciously drifting towards the food, and she sucked her saliva with a blank expression. The Angels in the theater quickly reminded her.

Angel's expression quickly returned to indifference, and she continued to flip through the book expressionlessly.

"Puff!"

"...What are you laughing at?"

"I remembered something happy."

"...Boring."

Angel said coldly, her fair face turning red little by little, but she still maintained a cold expression.

'As long as I pretend it didn't happen, there will be no problem with my persona!'

'It's just a piece of food, even if it flies to my mouth, I can't...'

Himeko held the beef close to Angel: "Ah~~"

Angel opened her mouth: "Ah!"

Angel chewed the beef handed over by Himeko expressionlessly. Three seconds later, she disappeared from the chair.

According to the law of conservation of mass, the quilt on the bed bulged up.

"Hahaha! I'll go out for a while and come back to chat with you later."

Himeko couldn't help laughing and left the room.

On the bed, the bulging quilt began to tremble slightly.

'Wow, so embarrassing.'

'It's obviously not me, right? It must be a spy, kick her out of the group!'

'Okay, okay, be serious. It's embarrassing, but my autistic and awkward persona fits my experience in this world. It's not a flaw.'

'Relax, don't be afraid, continue to insist on a hunger strike.'

'That's right, hold on for two or three days, then pretend to faint from hunger, and then accept the kindness naturally and slowly cooperate with Himeko. This is the best script!'

The Angels in the theater proudly planned their next steps, savoring the deliciousness transmitted from the shared taste. Only Angel in the quilt was whimpering in the darkness.

---

Himeko shared the funny incident she had just experienced with Theresa. Kiana was also there because she was concerned about Angel's situation. Raiden Mei followed Kiana, and Bronya followed Raiden Mei, so the trio was all present.

"Hahaha! What a funny character! Not only did she go on a hunger strike, but she also went too far, hahaha!"

Kiana laughed wildly, curling up and twisting on the sofa, like a restless big bug. Raiden Mei tapped Kiana's head lightly with a knife, half blaming and half helplessly saying:

"Kiana, don't laugh at people behind their backs."

"Tsk! She almost disfigured my pretty and cute face, and I can't laugh?"

"Kiana!"

"Yes! Mei is right, I will listen to Mei!"

Kiana instantly stuck to the cook, hugged her arm, and shook her coquettishly, so cute. Raiden Mei was completely helpless, touched Kiana's head, and gave up preaching for the time being.

Theresa watched this scene with a smile, then coughed dryly and said seriously:

"Ahem! Okay, Kiana, let Mei go first. Mei, I think Himeko told you about the child's situation last night. So, what do you think?"

"I... I listen to Teacher Himeko and Principal Theresa."

Raiden Mei's expression froze instantly, twisting her fingers and replying weakly.

Theresa frowned and looked at Himeko. The tacit understanding of many years of getting along made Himeko understand. She turned to Mei and said as a teacher:

"Mei, you know this is not what we want to hear."

"Teacher Himeko, I... I... I want to help her, although I don't know what I can do and to what extent, but I want to help her."

Under Himeko's encouraging eyes, Raiden Mei finally revealed her thoughts with a sense of relief. The conversation had already started, and the people present were trustworthy partners and elders who knew the truth. Mei touched her chest and continued:

"She is very similar to me. She suddenly lost her family and elders who protected her, suffered school bullying, and lost control in darkness and despair... I feel like she is another me in the world, but..."

But Mei Raiden was lucky enough to meet Kiana Kaslana, who rushed into her dark life and illuminated her world. And Angel did not meet the light that saved her. Raiden Mei touched Kiana's head, her eyes soft and touching, and she whispered:

"I already know what a Herrscher is, and I also know my unshirkable responsibility in the Nagazora City incident. It was me who created a girl who is so much like me. When I think of this, I can't just sit back and watch. I am very grateful that I was saved, and because of this, I want to help her as much as I can... Although I am still very scared and at a loss, I don't know what the final result will be, but I will try my best to bear these things. This is my idea, Teacher Himeko!"

"Mei, you are so nice. Don't be afraid, I will always be with you no matter what!"

"Thank you, Kiana."

"Hehe, Mei doesn't need to say thank you to me, what is our relationship, right?"

Kiana hugged Raiden Mei and rubbed against her, smiling foolishly.

Himeko also laughed in this atmosphere, gave Theresa a look that she had expected, and then nodded:

"You have grown up, Mei. Teacher, I am very happy. Well, I have to go see that awkward child. Look forward to it, I believe you will become good friends."

"Yes, everything is up to you, Teacher Himeko."

Raiden Mei bowed and watched Himeko leave, then dealt with Kiana's usual excessive enthusiasm with distress and happiness.

In the peace, no one noticed that Bronya, who was listening silently, tightly grasped the plush arm of the Homu doll, her eyes looking a little gloomy.

'The victim of Nagazora...'

Then this sin may also be hers to share.

### Chapter 9: Cunning Angel

"Hmm... a strange ceiling."

Angel opened her eyes and saw a pink ceiling and walls. Bright sunlight streamed in through the exquisite windows, casting a warm glow over the room. Beside her pillow lay a bright yellow Homu doll. The whole room was exquisite, cute, warm, and comfortable.

"Huh? Have I said this line before?" Angel thought, slightly confused.

"I don't know whether you have or not, but it's the first time I've seen someone starve themselves to death," Himeko entered with hot white porridge. Seeing Angel still lying motionless on the bed, she sighed, "Stubbornness has its limits. No matter what you plan to do in the future, you have to eat first to survive, right?"

Himeko moved the white porridge in front of Angel. The faint fragrance of rice was very tempting to someone who had been hungry for days. But Angel still tried to maintain her persona and remained unmoved. Himeko then held the plate in one hand and lifted Angel's body with the other, moving her to sit against the head of the bed. She scooped up some porridge with a spoon, blew on it gently, and brought it to Angel's mouth.

"Don't be stubborn. When I sent you to the medical department, everyone there looked at me with condemning eyes, thinking I was starving you on purpose! Even if you don't care about your own health, at least give me some face? I haven’t treated you badly these days, right?" Himeko continued to feed the porridge, helpless and frustrated.

Angel kept a wooden face, though she couldn't help feeling a little guilty.

This was all part of her deliberate plan. She had fasted for a few days, and when her body was really hungry, she relaxed her control, so she fainted. Judging by the current treatment, Saint Freya didn’t seem to have the technology to detect the Herrscher, at least not in ordinary physical exams and medical treatments. Now, Angel's last worries could finally be put to rest.

'Aunt Himeko, I'm sorry. I will find a way to compensate you in the future,’ Angel thought to herself. Her dry lips moved, and she said weakly, "What do you want to do to me?"

"I'm scared of you! To be honest with you, Saint Freya is a school for training Valkyries. We want you to enroll and learn how to become a Valkyrie... Even if you don’t want to become a Valkyrie, at least learn how to control your power to avoid hurting innocent people or yourself in the future."

"...Is it that simple?"

"What else? If I really wanted to do something bad to you, I could have done it when I brought you here! Have you noticed any parts missing from your body?" Himeko said, helpless with dark circles under her eyes, nearly out of patience.

She was the second-in-command of Saint Freya, the top combat force in the Far East next to Theresa, and even the Herrscher of Thunder could be reasoned with using a greatsword. Normally, she wouldn’t need to personally observe and negotiate with wild awakeners.

Due to the intense situation caused by Angel's awakening, Himeko was worried that the child's experience might be spread around, causing her to be alienated by her classmates when she entered school. That’s why Himeko took time out of her busy schedule to accompany Angel. Despite her anger and amusement at Angel’s stubbornness, she was now physically and mentally exhausted.

Looking at Himeko's helpless and tired expression, Angel felt even more guilty. She knew she had persisted long enough and quietly opened her mouth to eat the porridge.

Himeko was stunned for a moment, then her expression brightened. "Oh my God, you’re finally willing to eat! If you didn't open your mouth later, I was going to use a funnel!"

"(ᗜ ‸ ᗜ) Huh!?"

"Ahem! Just kidding! Eat slowly, you’ve been hungry for a few days, don’t be too anxious. Come on, open your mouth, ah~~"

"Ah~"

With intentional cooperation, one person fed the porridge, and the other drank it, creating a warm and harmonious scene. A bowl of porridge was soon empty. Angel touched her warm belly, and Himeko felt deeply moved.

"It’s not easy; it feels harder than carrying out a mission!"

'QAQ Yes, it’s not easy; I’m almost starving.'

"Okay! After observation, it’s basically confirmed that you won’t lose control easily, so you can live here for now. We’ll talk about enrollment later. Anyway, we won’t force you, so don’t worry."

Himeko gently patted Angel's head and smiled brightly.

Angel narrowed her eyes, looked up, and questioned, "Will not force me?"

"Of course not, we are an organization that protects the world, not a terrorist organization!"

"Heh! Who knows?"

"What I said is true, I didn’t lie to you!"

Himeko rubbed Angel's hair with both hands, feeling helpless again. If she hadn’t fed the porridge herself, she would have thought the situation hadn’t changed at all!

"Adults lie, you are the same, they... are the same..."

Angel lowered her head, her last words almost inaudible. 'Mom and dad in this world, and mom and dad in the other world.'

'I'm so sorry!'

'Your most lovely little Angel is now in a super dangerous world and has a super deadly identity!'

'In order to live more safely, I have to use your name occasionally!'

'For your beloved baby Angel, please forgive me!'

The Angels in the theater made the sign of the cross, put their hands together, or prayed devoutly, using different ways to express their apologies to their parents on both sides. In reality, Angel hugged the Homu doll that was originally on the pillow and buried her face in the fluffy stuffed toy.

"Have a good rest, don’t be afraid, no one will hurt you here," Himeko said softly, with a warm maternal glow on her face. She stood up, took the empty bowl, and left the room quietly.

...

After stepping outside and closing the door, Himeko turned and saw three people stacked at the door frame. The top one was Raiden Mei, followed by Kiana, and at the bottom was Bronya. Perhaps because Himeko lost her balance when she stepped out, Bronya’s head had landed firmly on the ground, and her small body was forced to bear the weight of Kiana and Raiden Mei, yet she couldn’t complain.

Bronya: "(ᗜ ‸ ᗜ )..."

"Ah!" Himeko sighed, turning and walking downstairs, unsurprised by the scene. The three stacked together looked at each other for a moment, then carefully separated without making any sound and went downstairs together.

"Teacher Himeko, how is she?" ×3

After sitting down in the living room, the three asked almost simultaneously. Kiana was concerned because she had been saved once during a hunt. Raiden Mei hoped Angel would get better out of guilt and pity. Their thoughts were transparent, but Bronya’s excessive attention puzzled Himeko.

"By the way, Bronya, you actually vacated your room for that kid and even left your high-end limited edition Homu doll that you’ve been collecting. Isn’t that a bit too positive? Although, as a teacher, I am very pleased that you care so much about new students."

"Bronya’s room has the best lighting, which is helpful for mental health. Bronya just thinks newcomers need this environment more. As for Homu... besides the one in my hand, the others are just a matter of money, no need to worry," Bronya said expressionlessly in her usual soft, cold voice, holding the Homu doll that Seele gave her.

Her words were reasonable and well-founded. Besides, Bronya couldn’t show emotions on her face due to brain damage, so Himeko didn’t think too much about it.

Chapter 10: Angel Who Bears Grudges

Himeko quickly dismissed the question, crossed her legs, opened the can of beer she had just taken out, gulped down a few sips, and then said, "Ah! I was counting on this job... The child is fine. Although she’s still very alert, she’s finally willing to eat. You can spend some time with her. If you're friendly to her, I think she’ll be fine."

"That's good!" Raiden Mei patted her chest. The increasingly full and abundant fruit made the loose white casual shirt she wore at home tight, and it trembled slightly, which made Kiana drool involuntarily.

"Shh! No, this is not the time to think about this! Ahem! It's good that she's fine. For Mei's sake, I will let go of our previous quarrel. Don't worry, we will get along well with her, Au..."

"Hmm?"

"Himeko!!!"

"Huh! I told you to call me Teacher Himeko! Also, what I’m most worried about is you, a fool who speaks and acts without thinking. You’d better do what you say, otherwise, I will share the blame for failing this course with you!" Himeko knocked on Kiana's head, making a loud sound, like knocking on an empty wooden fish.

Kiana immediately put her hands on her head, touched her bulging flesh, and said aggrievedly, "Don't always say I'm stupid! I know I messed up this time, but you can’t blame me. Who knew that guy was as slippery as a loach? I’ve tried very hard!"

"You caught an ordinary person, and she slipped away. You chased her and lost her. You found her by accident, and your gun was taken. Then you fought with her for half an hour and almost died. It was thanks to her kindness that she saved you..."

"That guy is stronger than me. Is she considered an ordinary person? And just say what you want to say! Don’t repeat those things to me, stinky Bronya!"

"Nyet, Da Bronya doesn't want to be too rude, but I suggest Kiana start from the entrance education and practice the basic skills again." Bronya sighed and looked at Kiana with a calm expression.

Kiana's forehead bulged with blue veins, and she wanted to pounce on Bronya with her teeth and claws. Fortunately, she was held back by Raiden Mei. During the struggle, Himeko finished her beer, weighed the empty can in her hand, and threw it behind her.

"Pah!"

The empty aluminum can hit Angel’s forehead, making a clear sound.

Kiana, Raiden Mei, and Bronya looked up to see a girl with golden hair sprawled on the ground, lying on the railing at the entrance of the second-floor stairs, her crystal-clear purple eyes staring at them motionlessly. Himeko looked up lazily at Angel above her head.

"If you want to listen, just come down and listen. No one is catching you. What are you hiding there for, little guy?"

Angel: "(๑・ˍ・)..."

Angel grabbed the aluminum can that had just hit her, thought about it, and aimed at Kiana’s forehead.

"Swish!"

"Pah!"

Then, everyone saw the little golden head suddenly shrink back, followed by the sound of a door being quickly closed.

"Ouch!"

Kiana fell backward from the sofa to the ground and cried out belatedly, "That brat!!!" She stood up, flattened the aluminum can, touched her red forehead, and walked towards the stairs in a rage. Raiden Mei hurriedly grabbed Kiana's hand, and Bronya also hugged Kiana's waist.

"Kiana, calm down! That child just doesn't recognize people yet. Please forgive her this once!"

"Sister Mei is right. Anyway, stupid Kiana always hits her head, so don’t mind such a small thing."

"Bronya, what did you say!?"

Seeing the scene become chaotic again, Himeko opened her hands and rested them on the sofa, stretched her back, making her proud curves more upright, and smiled, shaking her head. "This little guy, she really holds a grudge!"

...

'Getting revenge for that beating is sooo good!' ×30

All the Angels were cheering, and everyone in the theater was already high-fiving. After the celebration, the 29 Angels in the theater sat in a row. The big stone that had been weighing on their hearts for the past few days was finally removed, and they relaxed a lot.

“Great, I’ve joined the Saint Freya camp. From now on, as long as I keep a low profile and stay away from Otto, I can live in peace.”

“Yes, yes, I don’t want to think so far for the time being. I’ve been so nervous these days.”

“There is one thing I need to review! I almost turned those corpses into clones in front of Kiana before. From now on, I really have to be cautious when using power-related abilities, and I must not expose it!”

“Hiss... You’re right, this matter is too deadly!”

The Angels slapped their newly developed small chests in fear.

At this time, the only original Angel wearing a bathrobe showed an expression that was hard to describe. "How long do we have to be naked like this? Although we are all rare super beautiful girls, this scene... looks like a party!"

"Then you share your clothes with us?"

"No! There is no way to share this one, and I don't want to be so shameless, even if we are all family members!"

"... To be honest, if you were me, I would strip you naked and spank you hard!"

The Angels next to her were ready to fight. At first, Angel smiled awkwardly and lowered her head, not daring to provoke them again—it was all her, and no one knew better than Angel how vindictive they were.

"There is no other way. Since it is generally safe now, let's start the save resurrection point plan tonight! One person will go out first, and the first target is a place like a garment factory. Anyway, get enough clothes for everyone first!"

"Agree!"

"+1!"

A group of Angels raised their hands excitedly, and then happily discussed the action plan for the external save points.

……

During dinner, Angel grabbed the corner of Himeko's clothes and followed her to the living room. Since the girl was very slender, it was easy to ignore this little tail that was completely blocked by Himeko.

"It's okay, it's okay, we're here! By the way, I didn't notice you were so shy before?"

"Not shy. But now, intuitively, I'm only sure that you should be a good person."

Angel looked up, her purple eyes staring straight at Himeko. Although she lacked expression, she had clearly revealed her trust and dependence.

What else could Himeko do? She could only be soft-hearted, holding Angel's little hand, and introducing her to the three students and future cohabitants here with a gentle and bright smile.

Kiana: "Hi!"

Angel: "Hi~"

Raiden Mei: "Hello!"

Angel: "Good~"

Bronya: "Nice to meet you."

Angel: "How happy?"

Subconsciously arguing, in exchange for silence. However, during the meal, the atmosphere became lively again under the leadership of Kiana. Angel ate quietly, feeling the lively and warm atmosphere.

It should be emphasized here that the current Angel is a combination of Angels from both worlds, with a mature and childish side, a strong and fragile side, and an optimistic and sad side with dark memories. In short, this atmosphere made the lonely memories and emotions of Angel from this world emerge involuntarily.

"Tick!"

A tear fell on the table unconsciously. Angel was completely unaware, just mechanically stuffing food into her mouth. But before she knew it, the food picked up by others filled Angel's bowl.

Chapter 11: Angel Encounters an Incident

All Honkai-affected individuals possess strong constitutions, and Herrschers are naturally even more robust. So, the days of fasting didn't take much of a toll, and Angel enjoyed a full meal comfortably.

She felt deeply moved.

Everyone in the theater felt the same.

After all, it was a full meal after a long time, prepared by the beautiful, gentle, and virtuous Mei, the cook.

Everyone watching, can you imagine the taste? Can you eat it?

"Oh ha ha ha!" × 30

However, it was already time for bed.

To maintain her need for solitude, Angel resisted the urge to get close to her gacha wives and read alone in her room. Having decided to stop using her powers in Saint Freya, there seemed to be nothing else to do but go to sleep.

'The save point plan is handed over to you. I can't help anyway, so I'll go to sleep.'

'OK!' × 29

Angel climbed into bed and lay in the soft, comfortable quilt.

One minute passed, then ten, then thirty.

The moon outside was very bright. In the quiet school, Angel could even hear the sound of the waves with her excellent hearing.

Everything was perfect for a good sleep, but Angel couldn't sleep.

"Did I sleep too much before? Or am I too excited?" Angel sat up and pulled her hair in frustration. She turned her head and saw the ugly but cute Homu doll. She touched it and suddenly her eyes lit up.

...

"Splash!"

White jade-like arms gracefully emerged from the water, stirring the transparent droplets.

Himeko lay in the bathtub in her room, holding a glass of red wine in one hand, and hummed contentedly, exuding a charming and lazy temperament that made people's blood boil.

"Hmm~~ This is life. No overtime today!"

Himeko narrowed her eyes and sighed charmingly.

"Knock! Knock!"

"Hmm? Who is it?"

"Knock, knock, knock, knock!"

"... Damn it!"

Himeko put down the wine glass, stood up, stepped out of the bathroom, pulled a bath towel to cover her chest, and strode to the door of her room without paying attention to the water droplets dripping from her body and hair.

"You'd better have a good reason... Oh, it's you, little one. What do you want from me?"

Facing the newcomer who had just moved in today, Himeko's anger subsided a little, and her tone softened.

Angel kept an expressionless look, but the moment Himeko opened the door, the sight of her white skin and the forbidden temptation dotted with water droplets made her blush from her cheeks to her earlobes. Angel hugged the pillow, covering half of her face, and said sullenly, "I can't sleep..."

"If you can't sleep, just go for a walk. Why are you looking for me... Oh, are you too lonely and want to sleep with me? Wow, you are so bold! How long have we known each other? Hahaha!"

Himeko quickly understood Angel's intention and looked at her instantly red earlobes. The anger of being disturbed had completely dissipated, replaced by amusement and playfulness.

Angel remained silent. She wanted to leverage her autistic personality, as dependent autism is still autism!

However, she didn’t expect it to be so exciting right from the start!

'Sister, I can't bear it! This figure is too good! It’s no wonder you are the wife of a two-dimensional game, hehe! Come on, me! Whether everyone can eat tonight depends on you!'

The Angels in the theater started cheering and howling.

In reality, Angel hugged a pillow, and steam gradually came out of her head. Although they were all her, they were really different people in different environments.

“Puff! We are all girls, why are you shy? Come in.” Himeko patted Angel's head carelessly, turned sideways, watched Angel mechanically walk in, and then closed the door. “By the way, have you taken a shower?”

“No. I’m not dirty, and I’m not used to it, so I don’t want to take a shower.”

“That’s perfect, leave the pillow, I’ll help you wash up!”

“…Eh!??”

When Angel came to her senses, she was already sitting next to the bathtub, and Himeko was rubbing her hair, with foam mixed with warm water flowing on her body. Angel crashed again. She dazedly cooperated with Himeko to take a bath, and dazedly sat in the bathtub, lying on Himeko’s body, supported by an indescribable softness.

'Ah, my two lives are worth it...'

'Hey, cheer up, we haven't lived enough!'

'Disperse, all of you! Put yourself in our shoes, if it were you, would you still care about us now?'

'Tsk! Such a good benefit, it's wasted! How can you be so useless?'

'It's as if she is not you.'

Finally, Angel, bubbling with happiness, was led out of the bathroom by Himeko like a puppet and eventually fell asleep happily in Himeko's fragrant and soft arms.

...

"Tsk, I can't count on her anymore. The save point plan can only rely on me in the end!"

In the second half of the night, on the quiet side of the road, Angel, wearing a black hoodie and a mask, crawled in the grass without light. After waiting for a long time, a jeep slowly drove over. Angel's eyes lit up, and a golden light appeared in them.

The Herrscher of Dominance doesn’t have ultimate destructive power, but other than that, Angel’s power is very versatile. The so-called Herrscher of Dominance is the Herrscher who destroys civilization within the human race and naturally has many skills suitable for manipulation rather than simply killing humans.

For example, the puppet line that can manipulate objects and even Honkai beasts. The illusion and hypnosis ability against humans can cause interference, even to other Herrschers, and it is even easier to deal with ordinary people. In a sense, it is a castrated version of the Herrscher of Sentience. There is also the ability to transform puppets, dolls, corpses, and even living humans into clones, which is the specialty of the Herrscher of Dominance. Additionally, the Theater of Domination can achieve space transfer and even has the power to seize other abilities.

Now, Angel used the ability of hypnosis control to make the jeep driver stop the car and then quickly sat in the back seat. The vehicle continued to drive, and Angel looked around in the back seat, relieved to find that there was only the driver, with no other passengers.

"Is there any surveillance in this car?"

"No."

"Where is your destination?"

"The outskirts."

"Going to the suburbs at this time, alone? What are you going to do?"

Angel frowned, suddenly feeling something was wrong.

Then she heard the driver’s dull voice answer, "Deal with a body."

"???" × 29

Angel stroked her forehead and sighed. She didn't expect to encounter an unusual incident just after she came out. Is this good luck or bad luck?

However, after the driver carefully explained the details of the incident, Angel's eyes became brighter and brighter.

She was sure that this must be unique good luck!

Chapter 12: "Painful" and "Enduring" Miss Angel

"Miss? What's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me?"

"I... uh, my family just received a ransom letter from kidnappers, and my wife is now raising the cash. We thought..."

"Huh? What kidnappers? I just went out alone to relax. You haven't been scammed, have you? Forget about it. I'm very tired. I'm going to take a shower. You prepare dinner."

With the dignified posture of a maid, displaying a beautiful face and graceful figure, Angel walked leisurely into the quiet and elegant manor villa.

The body found in the back of the jeep, although a bit cold, didn't prevent the core boarding of the Legion. So, Angel decisively overcame her psychological barrier and changed her identity.

'A fake battle for heirs is all about masters fighting with no bloodshed, a top-level game, it's a bit dazzling.'

'A real battle for heirs means all brothers and sisters must be dead for one to become the heir.'

‘But this is really our lucky day!’

‘I didn’t expect to gain a legitimate and influential identity so suddenly. Ah, thank you, eldest lady!’

‘How to repay her? Send her enemies to see her and apologize in person, of course!’

‘Anyway, from the eldest lady’s memory, this family isn’t good. Let’s just do justice for her.’

‘Hehehe!’

In the Domination Theater, the Angels were arm in arm, all laughing like super villains.

“Da!”

Angel was halfway there when she suddenly stopped, as if remembering something. She snapped her fingers to summon the maid behind her.

"By the way, buy the clothing company on Xixia Pedestrian Street for me. I like their clothes; they are very tasteful!"

"Yes, Miss."

...

"Puff!"

In the morning at Saint Freya, Angel grabbed the corner of Himeko's clothes and walked to the living room step by step as she did the previous night. Suddenly, she laughed out loud.

Himeko turned back while walking. "What are you laughing at?"

"You snored last night."

"What? Impossible! No, did I really snore? You didn’t lie to me, did you?"

"Puff!"

Angel laughed out loud again with a blank expression. She didn’t know whether Himeko snored or not, as she slept soundly. But it's hard not to be happy and laugh when you get a windfall, isn’t it?

But Himeko believed it. She looked a little dazed and couldn't help but touch her face. Though still delicate and white, she felt an illusion of old age and yellowness after being hit hard.

"You are old, you like to drink, and you are busy with official duties. Now you snore. Isn't that..."

Will no one want you?

The villain in Himeko's heart bit the handkerchief. Even though she had already determined that her fate would be to die on the battlefield, as a woman, she couldn’t accept that no one wanted her.

Angel tugged at Himeko's clothes and said woodenly, "I don't hate it."

"Huh?"

"Even if you snore, I won't hate it."

Angel spoke every word sincerely. After all, Himeko’s quilt was so warm and comfortable, and Angel liked it very much!

'I've decided to go to my sister's quilt tonight.'

Having no idea of the various little thoughts in Angel's head, Himeko only felt that this child trusted and relied on her more and more, and her desolate mood was healed by Angel's serious little expression.

"So good."

Himeko smiled and rubbed Angel's little head. At this time, they had already arrived in the living room, and Kiana suddenly poked her head out from beside Himeko.

"Hey, the relationship between you two seems to have suddenly become super good?"

Angel stuck to Himeko and went around to the other side, separating herself from Kiana.

Himeko looked at Angel beside her, then at Kiana on the other side, and smiled.

"This little one couldn't sleep alone in the middle of the night, so she ran to me with a pillow to share the quilt. What do you think?"

"I just think you can be trusted."

Angel lowered her head and emphasized her current attitude again—well, I actually trust you all, so it is absolutely true that I trust Himeko.

My dear wives, I am not lying!

Kiana tilted her head and slowly blinked her big watery blue eyes.

"So, isn't it like a child? Hey, I think I suddenly get your cuteness, Angel!"

"You are the child!"

"Hahaha, don't be shy! We will be classmates living in the same room from now on, let's be friends!"

Kiana bypassed Himeko and tried to touch Angel.

But Angel dodged to the corner of the wall next to her in an instant, half of her head sticking out, expressionless, staring at Kiana vigilantly, as if she would continue to hide if Kiana dared to come closer.

Kiana blinked again, looked at her hands, and said blankly, "Why? Is it because we had a fight before? But I have forgiven you, can't you be more tolerant like me?"

Kiana approached Angel unwillingly and stretched out her hand to her.

"Pah!"

Kiana touched the red back of her hand and stomped her feet in anger.

"What are you doing~~"

"Scared!"

"I won't hit you!"

"Scared!!!"

Angel made claws with both hands and made a threatening sound, like an angry cat—don't come over, although I'm just pretending, I'm a sensitive and vigilant autistic cat now. Even though I will feel bad, I will really scratch you!

"Scared!"

"Come out!"

The two of them were deadlocked in the corner.

Until Himeko came over joyfully, smiled, and hugged Angel’s body, then brought her out of the corner. Angel docilely stuck to Himeko's intoxicating soft bosom, resisting the urge to giggle and drool.

Himeko raised her eyebrows proudly at Kiana, who was full of dissatisfaction, and said, "It seems that I am more charming. Little girl, you are still too young!"

"Humph! I don't believe it!"

Kiana scratched her head, rolled her eyes, and suddenly raised the corners of her mouth as if she had a good idea.

...

At night, Angel squeezed into Himeko's bed as she had the night before.

However, in addition to Himeko, there was also a white-haired girl who was equally fragrant and soft in the bed tonight.

"Hehe, I finally caught you! You can't hide from me!"

Kiana rubbed Angel's face, loving the soft touch.

Angel: "(ᗜ ‸ ᗜ )..."

What else could Angel do? Under the comfort of Sister Himeko, she could only "painfully" "endure" Kiana's closeness.

In the following days, she had to continue to "painfully" "endure" the intimacy of Mei Raiden and Bronya—not only in bed but also in the shower. It was simply "inhumane!"

In this way, Angel finally integrated into this special little family, signed her name on the enrollment agreement, and became a classmate of Kiana and the others.

Chapter 13: The Studious Angel

"Ah, I finally finished what I had to do. Does this count as completing a mission? I want to apply for allowance and vacation!"

Himeko placed Angel's enrollment agreement on the school principal's desk and addressed Theresa seriously.

It should be mentioned that Saint Freya Academy trains Valkyries, so students hold the position of Valkyrie reserves. Since it is a position, there is a certain amount of remuneration, an obligation to go on missions, and even a risk of casualties, necessitating a signed contract.

Theresa took the agreement, confirmed Angel's signature, and then rolled her eyes, saying:

"Don't tell me these useless things! Tell me, what do you think of that child?"

"Haha, she's cuter than I thought. Probably because I was the first person who patiently approached her and opened her heart after the sudden change, so she had a reaction similar to the fledgling effect. She is quite dependent on me. How should I put it, she is a very vigilant child, but she is not bad at heart. Don't forget that she once saved Kiana, who was chasing her."

"Really? What a cute child! Alas!"

Theresa leaned back in her chair, resting her hands on the back of her head, sighed, and said:

"But she is also a victim of Changkong City. The revenge of her parents and the painful experiences in the past six months... I really can't bear to imagine how she will react when she knows the truth."

"Isn't this the reason you arranged for her to stay with me?"

"Yes, rather than her directly regarding Mei as the source of evil, I hope she can understand Mei in advance. Maybe, if she knows what kind of child Mei is, she will be able to understand more easily that Mei is not the real culprit, and what should be hated and eliminated is the collapse itself!"

Theresa whispered with a dark look in her eyes, as if recalling some unpleasant memories. Himeko walked to the windowsill, did not comfort Theresa, but raised her glass to the moon, and said confidently:

"I believe in them. Kiana, Mei, Bronya... and Angel will all become students I am proud of. I believe they will handle all this!"

"I believe that too. This is the meaning of Saint Freya's existence!"

Theresa giggled, opened the drawer, and flipped through the comics openly. Anyway, it was not working time, and Himeko would not punish her for reading comics at this time!

...

Angel successfully enrolled and started classes.

Kiana was very happy about this. On the first day, she patted her chest with pride and said:

"I am your senior! After all, you have just enrolled. If there is anything you can't keep up with, just come and ask me!"

"No need."

"Oh, don't be polite. We are all good roommates!"

"With your IQ, it's hard for me to imagine a time when I need you."

Angel shook her head seriously.

Kiana was naturally dissatisfied, and then the class began. "Ahem! Classmates, today's history class is about the revolutionary war that changed the history of Tianming five hundred years ago. So, does anyone know where the old headquarters of Tianming was at that time?"

The elegant and easy-going teacher Yang stood on the stage, looking at the students below with a kind and encouraging look.

Kiana sat up straight.

"Hiss! Listen to me, in this case, as long as you sit straight enough, the teacher will generally not call you!"

Kiana's lips moved slightly as she whispered to Angel, who was sitting next to her.

Angel turned her head, glanced at her indifferently, and raised her hand silently.

"Oh? New student Angel, have you already prepared for the exam? Haha, it doesn't matter if you answer wrong. For your proactive learning spirit, the teacher will give you extra points! Come on, answer it."

"In the current town of Kolostein."

"Right! Do you know what happened there?"

"Kolostein was not only the old headquarters of the Mandate of Heaven but also the site of the most tragic ancient battlefield in the revolutionary war. According to the book, back then..."

The classmates listened to Angel's detailed account of Kolostein's history, covering the main process of the revolutionary war, the decision to move the headquarters, and Kolostein's later arrangements and current appearance.

"Student Angel, you don't have to take the test on this period of history. I will give you full marks," Welt said, full of relief. History is usually the least popular subject for students of Saint Freya. Even the serious and studious Raiden Mei and Fu Hua can only get normal high scores. He never expected a student to preview all the main content of the chapters in advance. It's truly rare.

"Well, this way, I can free up time to learn more things. Thank you, teacher."

Angel sat down calmly, indifferent to the admiring eyes of her classmates.

In fact, her heart was already dancing.

'I am a scientific researcher who fought my way into a high-level institution from thousands of troops. My academic ability is better than that of ordinary people. Now I have 30 independent thinking circuits to study together.'

'The 30 clones each have their own duties. One part recites the key points according to the chapter, one part remembers and understands the whole, one part practices questions according to the learning progress, and one part conducts discussion and expansion research.'

'A person's effective learning time a day is at most six or seven hours, but I start with 300 hours!'

'Foolish mortals, witness the rise of the god of learning!'

'Oh, oh, oh~~!'

Besides, this is not considered high-profile. Angel's so-called low-key behavior is fundamentally aimed at avoiding excessive attention from forces such as Otto, World Serpent, and Anti-Entropy. And is a student of Saint Freya with excellent grades worthy of their attention?

Otto is probably the only one who would include Angel in the list of sacrifices for Kiana because she lives in the protagonist group house. That is all. As for the sacrifices offered to Kiana, although Otto will not carefully protect them, he will not waste them casually.

So, being a God of learning in Saint Freya is actually very safe. Angel flipped through the book, thinking that it would take her another four to five weeks to thoroughly understand all the theoretical courses of the whole grade.

She deliberately showed her strong learning ability, and naturally, she had her purpose. Angel looked to her left with the corner of her eye, at the slender figure with a straight posture, as if she could see that even the air around her was filled with a meticulous and rigorous atmosphere. Then, Angel curled her lips slightly.

"Ding-ling-ling!"

The bell for the end of class, which made the students happy, rang unexpectedly.

"Dong!"

Kiana sat up suddenly, shaking her desk and chair.

She wiped the saliva from the corners of her mouth when she fell asleep, and a tuft of hair swayed lazily on her head, as if indicating that she was still in a hazy state of mind.

Then, Kiana suddenly leaned next to Angel, put her hands on her shoulders, and said in astonishment:

"Didn't you just enter the school, Angel?"

"I will be able to recite all the liberal arts in two weeks. There is a considerable overlap between the science subjects and ordinary schools, and I am also sorting it out quickly. The gap between people is sometimes greater than the gap between people and dogs, do you understand?"

"...Are you scolding me?"

"Humph!"

Angel proudly straightened her chest, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

I have to say, bullying Kiana is really a super fun thing, I can't stop at all.

Then, Kiana hugged her tightly and rubbed her face and head to vent her anger.

"Yoshiyoshiyoshi~~"

"Let me go..."

'Don't stop!'

Angel said with a wooden expression, trying her best to "resist" in Kiana's soft and warm embrace.

Chapter 14: The Innocent and Kind-hearted Angel

The morning consists of a theoretical class, and the afternoon is a training and practical class. In fact, the afternoon content is the key subject. No matter how good the theory is, it can only provide some guidance on the battlefield. Combat ability is the key factor that determines victory, defeat, and even life and death. Even if you want to become a logistics Valkyrie far from the frontline battlefield, combat effectiveness is one of the most important indicators.

Therefore, in St. Freya's courses, as the grades increase, the theoretical classes will be reduced, while the practical classes will be significantly increased.

In short, Angel followed the protagonist group, who had unknowingly regarded her as the group's favorite, into the locker room, watched a gourmet feast with an expressionless face, and then changed into training clothes.

"Eh? Angel, why does it seem like there's drool at the corner of your mouth?"

"The training clothes touched my lips," Angel explained with a straight face.

Kiana chuckled, put her arm around Angel's shoulders, and led her to the training ground without any doubt.

It has to be said that even if you don’t count the protagonist group, the average appearance of St. Freya’s students is outstanding. After all, most of them carry the excellent genes of those who had the stigmata of the previous era, so it’s hard not to look good.

Therefore, Angel silently huddled in the corner, only sticking out half of her head, observing the round white thighs and the different beautiful curves.

"Ah...that's great...of course the best one is my Mei...hehehe..."

Kiana, who was wearing white tights, squatted next to Angel, smiling stupidly at the beautiful girls moving in front of her.

"..."

Angel silently moved to a corner to observe—she couldn't be discovered as also being a pervert, which would be detrimental to her character. Then, Himeko, who came to class, slapped her on the back.

"Huh!!?"

Angel screamed and climbed to a high place along the corner of the wall. She looked down at the stunned Himeko, bared her teeth and claws, and made a threatening sound:

"Scared!!!"

"It's me! You little guy, why are you like a scared kitten?"

"..."

Angel saw who it was, slid down from the wall, came behind Himeko, grabbed the corner of her clothes, lowered her head, and blushed.

This whole set of reactions is really not an act. Angel is mostly afraid of someone suddenly touching her from behind, which will trigger a stress reaction.

Himeko puffed up her cheeks, tried hard to hold back her laughter, and came to the front of the students with Angel following suit.

"Ahem! In today's training session, I'm glad that no one asked for leave or was absent from class. So, as your class teacher, although it's a little late, I want to introduce you to the new ones—come out!"

Himeko reached back and took out the little golden retriever hiding behind her, dangling it in the air like a soft piece of cloth.

With her light and petite body, her white and tender little face slightly bulging as if expressing her dissatisfaction, and her soft golden hair, she looked like a top-notch pet that could be held in your arms, stroked, and played with.

"Hehe! She's pretty cute, right? You've also noticed Angel's performance just now. She has excellent physical fitness and reaction ability, but her personality is a little too shy. Don't bully her~~"

"No way! Himeko...Teacher Himeko, you don't know, she was so impressive this morning, she made all the teachers in the theory class burst into laughter!"

Kiana smiled naively and quickly changed her words before Himeko's eyes showed murderous intent, thus saving her own life.

Himeko raised her eyebrows, held Angel close to her, poked Angel's face, and said:

"Really?"

"Snort!"

"Okay, okay, it was my fault for scaring you suddenly. Can I apologize to you?"

"OK."

"Then let's return to the team. Today's class is about to begin... But since you have just entered school, you are completely blank about the basics. You need to find someone with solid basic skills to guide you... Well, who should you look for?"

Himeko looked around the scene. Several students with better grades subconsciously puffed up their chests. They seemed to be quite interested in Angel and had a desire to get in touch with her.

"Me, me, me! Teacher Himeko, choose me!"

The most proactive person was Kiana. She was raising her hands and swaying, jumping up and down. She was obviously extremely enthusiastic about teaching Angel.

Himeko turned a blind eye and walked around Kiana, her beautiful golden-red eyes finally lingering between Fu Hua and Raiden Mei.

Fu Hua's grades are always ranked first, and her foundation is extremely solid. Even if she is a substitute teacher, there is no problem at all. She can help Angel start small with ease.

But Raiden Mei is not bad either, and Himeko could clearly see that she really wanted this opportunity to further build a good relationship with Angel.

"Student Mei, come and teach her. Fu Hua, you still need to help in teaching tactical movements today."

"Yes, Teacher Himeko!" ×2

Raiden Mei replied in surprise, while Fu Hua was as calm and collected as ever.

So, under the leadership of Himeko, the group began to learn tactical movements. And Raiden Mei took Angel to the small area next to it.

"Angel, what we want to learn is a set of physical movements that Schicksal has summarized and perfected over the years. It can not only greatly develop our physical abilities but is also an effective force-generating technique in actual combat. Everyone else has been studying for more than half a year. You may have to work hard for a while to catch up with everyone’s progress."

"Oh...but if you don't learn from them, is that okay?"

"It's okay. In fact, I have mastered all the movements. It's just a matter of proficiency. I won't be unable to keep up with the teachings."

Raiden Mei clapped her hands together and tilted her head. Her cute smile and gentle, smiling eyes made her whole person seem to be glowing.

"Thanks."

Angel scratched her face and said weakly.

‘Oh wow, she’s so good at it!’

‘The charming Yamato Nadeshiko!’

‘AWSl!’

‘Stop being poor! The stuff is here! Let’s learn, everyone!’

‘That’s right, if you practice to death, practice to death! With 30 times the experience, I am invincible!’

‘Starting today, the great Ms. Herrscher of Dominance will embark on a practical and professional path!’

‘Long live Saint Freya, the warm cradle of the Herrscher!’

……

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts!"

In the quiet and elegant manor villa, the Eldest lady Angel beat her soft waist, supported the wall with one hand, and kept sucking in cold air.

"Sure enough, I still can't adapt to the extreme pull. This body is such a waste. It's obviously a human body strengthened by the power of the Herrscher."

Angel rubbed her waist and complained depressedly.

But it doesn’t matter. This identity is mainly a tool that provides various resources, so even if the physical qualifications are very poor, even if after strengthening, it will only be a slightly stronger fodder, and it doesn’t matter at all.

As a wealthy young lady, just be elegant, good-looking, and know how to spend money.

What kind of fighting power do you need? Isn’t it good that it doesn’t fit the personality?

The old butler in a neat suit pushed open the door and entered with a stack of documents.

"Miss, this is the last part of the asset transfer contract. Once you sign them, you will officially inherit the Tachibana family business."

"Yeah. Oh, by the way, did my two brothers die?"

"Well, the news from two hours ago, the two young masters have..."

"The old man must be furious, right? After all, they are carefully cultivated successor candidates, but they actually sent people to assassinate each other, and ended up dying together. They died in such a cowardly manner... Are you right?"

Angel stretched her waist and asked lazily.

The old butler stood aside with a dull expression, like a sculpture, without any reaction, and Angel did not expect a response from him.

As for hypnotizing the subordinates of the two "brothers" and asking them to do things according to their "superior orders," which directly caused this result... it never happened.

My little Angel is innocent, cute, and kind. How could she do such a bad thing?

"Okay, help me recruit a few professional managers, and I'll interview them in person. Really, I don't have time to waste on these little things anymore. Hurry up and secure the inheritance, and then I want to travel around the world."

"Oh, I almost forgot, it's not an inheritance..."

"It's not bad. Anyway, the two brothers have made careful arrangements. Soon, it will be a real inheritance."

Angel smiled sweetly. The other 29 angels also raised the corners of their mouths almost simultaneously.

Chapter 15: Angel, Spying on Class Monitor

"Hah!"

"Ha!"

"Hey!"

In the vast and flat Domination Theater, a row of Angels in loose martial arts uniforms practiced Schicksal’s basic fighting techniques.

Their punches and kicks were as fast as the wind, honing their body's flexibility while consuming significant physical energy to exert the strongest physical strength. Schicksal’s physical training was scientifically grounded and incredibly effective.

"Alright, you're familiar with the postures. Now, start dividing into groups. Half of you, input Honkai energy, while the other half focuses on mobilizing more muscle strength. Physical skills will eventually be used in real combat. Remember, we are not afraid of death. Find the strongest attack method at all costs!"

An Angel, flipping through a book, passed by and addressed the training group without looking up.

Another Angel, also engrossed in a book, walked by and added casually, "Think about our enemies, our deadly Herrscher identity, and the fact that we only have 30 clones left! If we don't improve our combat effectiveness, we’ll be defeated by future bosses in minutes. Comrades, our lives are at stake!"

These words ignited a strong fighting spirit among both the large physical training group and the smaller group deepening their theoretical knowledge.

Roll! Roll, all of you! I, Angel, believe in myself, not destiny. As long as I train enough, I will have the last laugh!

---

In the real world, at St. Freya Academy:

In the morning mist, a girl with glasses in short-sleeved sportswear ran steadily on the playground. The white mist lingering around her made it hard to tell if it was fog or evaporated water vapor from her body.

Fu Hua completed her usual 20-kilometer morning warm-up and stopped at a corner of the playground.

Her slightly rapid breathing returned to normal after a short walk.

"Hu~~" Fu Hua exhaled strongly, her breath piercing the fog like an arrow. She then spread her legs, bent her knees, and moved her palms naturally, performing a set of boxing techniques that had become instinctive.

Sometimes still, sometimes moving, her limbs flowed like a dance. There was no audible force cutting through the air, but the fog around Fu Hua swirled and followed her movements as if magnetized, forming a beautiful and mysterious pattern.

Fu Hua’s movements were not fixed; she moved instinctively. As the ancestor of Shenzhou's martial arts, her actions were the epitome of perfection.

As a crimson sun rose from the horizon, the morning light penetrated the mist and illuminated Fu Hua, making her seem to glow. Typically, Fu Hua would enjoy the morning light, immersing herself in a state of mindless serenity, moving when inspired and stopping when satisfied.

However, today, she stopped before the light passed, turned around, and looked up at a nearby tree. "Student Angel, you've been staring at me for several days. Do you need something?"

"Swoosh!" The dense branches shook.

Fu Hua saw a shadow dart into the bushes, disappearing along her blind spot. A fallen leaf drifted from the treetop where Angel had been.

Fu Hua sighed, pinching the leaf with her fingers, rubbing her brow in frustration. "Is she holding a grudge because I knocked her out? She could just say so. No need to hide and watch me for days. Though it was a mission requirement at the time, we're classmates now. Maybe I should apologize in person?"

Fu Hua pondered how to resolve the situation. She had experienced being followed before by a support group of classmates. Though she didn't understand their behavior, she managed to persuade them to stop.

This shouldn't be difficult, she thought.

---

"You were spying on the Class monitor again today? Good morning, ah~~" Kiana, wearing fluffy slippers, yawned sleepily as she descended the stairs.

"I wasn’t spying, just observing! Humph!" Angel puffed her cheeks, handing a cup of warm water to Kiana.

"Gugugugu! Ah! Feels good! Thank you, little Angel~~" Kiana grabbed the empty cup, suddenly hugged Angel, and began to pet her—a daily routine.

Angel nestled into Kiana’s soft bosom, sniffing the intoxicating fragrance, and squinting in enjoyment. "Chin... scratch the chin a little... yes... it feels so good..."

"Yoshi yoshi yoshi! Good girl, good girl!"

"Well... continue... don't stop... ah hey! I'm not a cat!!"

Angel’s rational side pulled her back from indulgence. She escaped Kiana's arms, eyes wide in anger, then took the cup Kiana had drunk from to the kitchen to wash it.

‘So scary! Why is she so soft and fragrant? Is this the legendary succubus physique? That’s why I fell so easily?’

‘No, we should reflect on our concentration first.’

‘But she is the ultimate invincible giant cute bug!’

‘... I think what the last person said is right!’

Angel hung up the cup, holding her face in both hands, lamenting her pitiful life of being surrounded by beauty but unable to enjoy it. "Ah..."

"Hmm? Angel, what are you sighing about?" Raiden Mei, cooking soup, turned her head with a beautiful smile.

Angel picked up a knife, helping with the ingredients on the chopping board, and said woodenly, "That person is super strong and has no flaws."

"That... ah, you're talking about the Class monitor, right? I heard from Kiana that you've been observing her. Why?"

"Learn, defeat, and revenge!"

"Pfft! Are you still upset about being knocked out and brought back by the Class monitor?" Mei tried to stifle her laughter, looking at Angel with a smile.

Angel raised the shiny kitchen knife, its blade reflecting her serious purple eyes. She then pulled Raiden Mei’s apron, bit her lip, blinked her big, watery eyes, and begged softly, imitating Bronya's voice: "Help me, please."

Plop!

Raiden Mei covered her heart, nodding resolutely after three seconds of suffocation. "Leave it to me! As the daughter of the Raiden family, I promise to help you get what you want!"

Chapter 16: Damn! It's a Titan!

"So, that's what happened. Little Angel may have had a bad experience in the past, which is why she is so vindictive. But even so, she is a good child. Class monitor, please do her a favor and fight with her... Be sure to be gentle and don't hurt her, please!"

Raiden Mei put her hands together and bowed 90 degrees in front of Fu Hua, showing her sincerity and begging.

Then Kiana and Bronya on the left and right immediately bowed in the same way.

"Although I don't know why, since Mei asked, I also ask you, Class monitor!"

"Bronya will find a way to repay the Class monitor later, please!"

Faced with the sincere request of the three, Fu Hua scratched her face and didn't know how to answer for a while.

In fact, Fu Hua didn't resist fighting and settling grudges.

But she instinctively felt that things might not be that simple. In the midst of hesitation, Fu Hua suddenly felt her hair stand on end, and felt a burst of sweat standing up - the familiar feeling of being watched strongly came again.

Fu Hua subconsciously turned her head to look at the tree beside her, and sure enough, she saw Angel hiding behind the tree, sticking out half of her head, staring at her with some incomprehensible strong emotions.

"Okay! I agree, come now!"

Fu Hua said decisively.

It doesn't matter if it's a competition or an apology, or if it's an apology after the competition, just don't let Angel stare at her every day like this!

"Great!" ×3

Raiden Mei and Bronya high-fived to celebrate for helping Angel, and Kiana didn't know anything, but it didn't stop her from celebrating.

The group then turned their attention to Angel hiding next to them.

At this time, Angel had stopped staring at Fu Hua.

Because a butterfly flapped its wings and slowly flew past her. Angel subconsciously focused on the butterfly wings with gorgeous patterns and kept looking at them... When she came to her senses, she fell at the feet of Fu Hua and others, clasped her hands together, and caught the beautiful little butterfly.

"I... caught the specimen."

Angel knelt with her back straight and said solemnly. Except for the blushing cheeks, it was a pretty convincing explanation.

Of course, Angel knew that no one believed it.

So she let the butterfly fly, patted her pantyhose, and stood up, then pointed at Fu Hua with one hand, her face flushed, but she said seriously:

"Let's duel!"

"It's not what a Valkyrie should do to act on impulse, but this time, I accept your request."

Fu Hua pushed her glasses and responded in the same serious manner.

...

The training ground on the rest day did not seem too empty. After all, the Valkyrie is a position that carries honor and is close to death, so there is no shortage of students with a sense of urgency. However, now there is an area that is suddenly empty, because the crowd is attracted to a duel circle, watching the rare duel between freshmen.

"Swish!"

"Boom!"

The duel horn has already blown, and Angel's figure is as fast and agile as a cat, dodging around Fu Hua, and her punches easily make a loud sound that tears the air.

Fu Hua's moves are steady, and her lower body is as stable as Mount Tai. Every move is not redundant, and she completely removes Angel's punches and kicks, and she shakes like a tumbler without falling.

"Hey, that's the famous Fu Hua among the freshmen, right? Amazing, it seems that she has a deep foundation in martial arts, worthy of being a Shenzhou person!"

"The other one is not bad either, look at that speed and strength, my goodness, she will be at least A-level in the future, right?"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The whispers of the onlookers could not affect the actions of the two duelists, and the punches and kicks happened as fast as lightning and thunder. Angel knew that she had been preparing for this for a long time, and she had caught Fu Hua's attention.

The outcome of this battle was not important at all.

What was important was to show her talent and hard work. Whether she could get one or two true teachings from the Immortal Master in the future depended on her performance today!

"Watch this!"

Angel used the power-generating technique she had figured out, and punched from behind Fu Hua like lightning. Her muscles vibrated with explosive collapse energy. This punch was the power of 30 thousand-man Herrschers for a week...

'Qiaodou Sack!'

'Stop! Stop now!'

Angel followed the instructions and acted, her face suddenly pale.

As an old master of close-range punches and kicks, Fu Hua could naturally see the huge power of this move.

Similarly, she could also see the chaos of this move!

Fu Hua's eyes were sharp, and her hands were ready to grab Angel's wrist, and then press Angel to the ground with explosive force.

But unexpectedly, Angel's fist stopped in mid-air. "Bang!"

The sound of flesh bursting was heard, and Angel's right arm, which had stopped punching, suddenly exploded into a blood mist, and the splattered blood sprayed a large area on the ground around her.

Fu Hua watched Angel fall to the ground covered in blood, and was quickly taken away by the terrified and anxious Raiden Mei, Kiana, and Bronya.

Then, Fu Hua took off her glasses with blood spots all over them, and could feel that there should be a lot of Angel's blood stains on her face.

"That child, is she afraid of hurting me?"

Fu Hua sighed with mixed feelings.

Originally, she didn't have any feelings for Angel, just an ordinary mission target. At most, she had a little more expectation for the younger warrior after entering school.

But now, she just feels that she must pay close attention to her.

Before that, let's go to the infirmary to take a look. She hopes this chaotic move stopping halfway won't affect her future.

……

“Wow, this should win the favor of the immortal, right?”

In the quiet and elegant villa, Miss Angel lay on the sofa, flipping through the ordering information of the private jet on her mobile phone, her beautiful legs swaying leisurely, and she muttered to herself.

‘Huh! It was a close call!’

‘Although that punch was the result of our messing around for a week, it was quite powerful, but it was definitely useless to the immortal.’

‘Whether it was thrown and then the immortal thought I was messing around and didn’t care about my classmates, or the immortal was forced to pretend to be injured, it would definitely reduce my favorability.’

‘It’s still better now, with talent, hard work, and restraint to protect my classmates... I don’t believe that such a good student will be treated perfunctorily when I go to ask for advice in the future!’

‘Alas! It would be great if I could learn Edge of Taixuan. According to the setting, this is a martial art that does not rely on the body's Honkai energy storage capacity, which can completely increase our individual output limit.’

‘I think the most important thing is the secret of cultivating the mind. If we can improve the power of our spiritual will, the number of clones may be increased.’

‘Let’s take it step by step. We have just entered school!’

Miss Angel nodded to her own analysis and changed the web page from time to time. She was seriously looking for a luxury private jet suitable for her global travel.

Suddenly, she seemed to remember something.

“Speaking of which, according to the ‘brothers’ plan’, the old man will go to reunite with his family tonight, right? Strange, why is there no news now…”

“Buzz!”

A noise like electronic machinery echoed in the room.

Angel’s shaking legs paused, and she turned her head stiffly to look to the side.

But she saw a huge and heavy dark gray mechanical creation standing in the middle of the living room, and purple-red light flowed between the gaps in the fuselage, showing the majesty and beauty of the science and technology religion everywhere.

At this time, it was staring at Angel with its purple-red electronic single eye.

'Fuck! It's Titan!!'

Chapter 17: Angel, Random Resistance

‘First of all, I have not offended Anti Entropy!’

‘I see.’

‘Second, I really didn’t offend Anti Entropy!’

‘Yes, yes.’

‘In the end, I really didn’t offend your Anti Entropy!’

‘Shut up! Calm down first!’

The young lady Angel in reality was stiff, watching the same moving Titan mech beside her.

The Angels in the theater took a deep breath, and after calming down, they quickly discussed:

"First of all, look at this painting color; it's neither the latest model nor Padrino, or an ordinary Titan mech."

"Then the situation is likely to be the same as Kiana's. It's not that we are discovered to be a Herrscher, but that we do not know what trouble we got into."

"However, the young lady's constitution is abolished again. Anyway, she is also one of the Herrscher of Dominance. If it's an ordinary Titan, it should be difficult to disassemble it."

"That's the problem, we can't disassemble it!"

"That's right; otherwise, the young lady's combat power would be hard to explain, and it is likely to attract more attention from Anti Entropy. Don't add risks to yourself."

"Random response, as long as you don't want our corpse, or want to pull us to be dissected... as long as these are not things that may reveal the identity of the Herrscher, then you just have to wing it it."

In just a few seconds, dozens of thought circuits completed the brainstorm at the same time and gave the decision to the young lady Angel.

As a result, the young lady Angel sat up from the sofa, her white and tender barefoot stepping on the soft, fluffy carpet. She lifted her skirt, bent her knees, as elegant as the court nobles, and then smiled like a flower:

"Unknown guests, visiting late at night, I don't know what the little girl can help you with?"

"Kak! Kaka!"

Titan was speechless but raised heavy conclusions to the robotic arm that could crush Angel into a meat pie at once. Then it shrank and deformed the fingers, protruding a black gold cannon tube with a caliber, and purple-red energy quickly condensed at the artillery mouth.

"!"

Angel's skirt smile remained unchanged, but her pupils shrank slightly.

Death would leave the Herrscher core, directly exposing her identity as a Herrscher.

Therefore, if it really came for her life, she had to dismantle this Titan, remove any relevant witnesses as much as possible, and completely bury everything about the young lady, to once again sinking into obscurity.

"Please think about it again. This little girl believes that there is still a value worth seeing."

Angel lowered her head and made a yield, but she showed her sexy and beautiful curve of her collarbone and neck, like a harmless and beautiful white swan.

"Click Kaka!"

The sound of mechanical deformation sounded again. Angel looked up but saw the huge mech put down its arm, slowly becoming invisible from its limbs, and eventually disappearing in front of her.

Instead, an electric wheelchair slowly came to her.

There was an old man with sparse hair on it, with a strong twilight. The old man's body and arm were inserted into many pipelines, connecting to a wheelchair with a strong sense of technology. He seemed to rely on this device to maintain his life.

Angel had devoured the memory of the young lady's body and naturally recognized the identity of the old man.

"Hello, dear father."

Angel lifted her knees again and said respectfully. The old man took off the oxygen cover on his face, exhaled, stared at Angel, and slowly said in a weak, elderly voice:

"Honesty, elegance, danger, you can still calmly fight for your life in this unknown crisis ... You, are good!"

"It's all my father's teaching and guidance, and I can't do without your love and cultivation."

"Hehe! The person I was optimistic about at the beginning was actually your elder brother. He had the grit and the influence. He could create a generous and honest image publicly, and hide his teeth in the dark ... but now it seems that the real hidden shadow is you. Just like a poisonous snake, when not hunting, one couldn't even see its flaws."

The old man showed his fatigue and seemed a little sighing.

Angel smiled, but her eyes turned cold.

Of course, he couldn't see the flaws because the young lady was really higher than the sky but she was stupid and got herself killed, and it was not until she died that she knew the huge gap with the two brothers. If it wasn't for Angel to put on the identity of the young lady halfway, the current victor must be the elder brother who is looking at the elderly right now?

"However, after removing your elder brother and the second brother, you can't wait to point the finger at me. Should you say that you are too anxious or bold?"

"Oh! Father, you misunderstood me, how dare I disrespect you? Presumably, it should be that the two brothers are naughty. You can't wrong with me!"

"Why should you be so anxious? With two brothers gone, aren't you the only candidate?"

"My father, I said those ..."

"Tell me the truth!"

As soon as the old man's words fell, the outline of the Titan mech reappeared looming behind him. Angel smiled, and her pure and harmless expression gradually became indifferent.

"My father's thoughts are more traditional. You always dared not fully determine your attitude towards a daughter inheriting the family business. Besides, who knows if you secretly hid a few bastard brothers from me? It may cause me to lose ... Father, this is what you taught us, and I feel deeply disappointed."

"Snort!"

The old man snorted disdainfully. Later, he looked at Angel, his daughter who have grown into a beautiful woman, and sighed:

"Although your disrespectful, this ruthless character is really similar like me ... You can be at ease, I don't have much time left. Even Anti Entropy's technology cannot continue my life, and I don’t have the time to cultivate a successor who can compare with you."

"Thank you for your recognition, father."

Angel took a deep breath, her hands together, and slowly bent down, using the traditional etiquette of this country to express her excitement and joy.

This posture was obviously used by the elderly, so he did not wait for Angel to ask the problem "by nature."

He explained himself:

"This world is not as simple as you think, far beyond the country's technology and weapons, the extraordinary power of single unit capable of slaughtering troops, and the horrorif monsters breeding in the dark ... Come with me, you will understand next, you will understand the truth of the world, and understand the real heritage of our Tachibana family. You already have this qualification."

"Yes! Father!"

Angel walked quickly to the old man and even diligently supported the wheelchair that did not need to be moved at all, following the old man to the depths of the villa.

Chapter 18: That's it?

The eldest lady Angel witnessed the so-called heritage of the Tachibana family and sent the old man away with a face full of emotion and awe.

Then, the eldest lady Angel's expression suddenly became wooden, with a bit of disappointment. At the same time, the Angels in the theater sat opposite each other, all speechless.

"That's it? The old man has been holding it in for a long time, and that's it?"

"He's just a supplier of anti-entropy components. I thought he was an executor!"

"Wow! I was shocked for nothing. What a waste of time!"

From the perspective of ordinary people, everything related to Honkai is mysterious and extremely dangerous, and Schicksal and Anti-Entropy are behemoths that can change the world's order in minutes.

So, being able to get in touch with Anti-Entropy, from the perspective of ordinary people, seems to be a very impressive thing.

But for the Angels, this insignificant truth can't make up for the sudden shock when they saw Titan coming to their door!

"I really don't know if this is good luck or bad luck. I thought she was just an ordinary young lady who had nothing to do with Honkai!"

"Now, as the heir to the family business, we are directly in the sight of Anti-Entropy. Although they won't pay too much attention to us, our global travel plan will definitely be ruined!"

"Not necessarily, we can still make up a pretext, such as inspecting branches."

"Besides, it doesn't necessarily mean that the young lady has to send clones all over the world, right? With the wealth and resources we have now, it is easy enough to send the clones away. As long as the design is more rigorous, there shouldn't be any problems...right?"

The Angels were a little uncertain. After all, encountering a cold corpse of a young lady on the road can be indirectly related to Anti-Entropy. The Angels were really uncertain about their luck.

After a chattering discussion, the Angels decided to continue to send clones and promote the plan to make resurrection archives. After that, they continued to study hard in theoretical courses and physical courses.

At St. Freya Academy, Angel woke up after a night of coma. Then she saw her arm was fixed in the air, tied with a wooden board and thick bandages.

"Are you awake? Is it still painful? Drink some water first. Bronya, go call the doctor."

Bronya walked out of the ward with her bouncing spiral ponytails, and the metal exoskeleton supporting her lower limbs collided with the ground, making a heavy and solid metal sound.

Angel scratched her head, synchronized the information of the avatar and the eldest lady in the theater during her coma, then sat up with her movable left hand, drank some water, and waited quietly for the doctor to arrive.

"The bad news is that the arm muscles are torn a lot, and the bones are also broken due to the explosion of Honkai energy. The good news is that your physique is quite good, and the adaptability to Honkai energy is very high, so the surgery and medicine are very effective, and the recovery speed will be relatively fast."

"Come back for a checkup once a week after discharge. If there are no accidents, the bandage can be removed after a month, and it will be fully recovered in two months."

The doctor announced the results with a smile and rubbed Angel's little head. Angel didn't say anything. But Kiana, Raiden Mei, and Himeko, who heard the news, surrounded the doctor and thanked him one after another, unable to hide their excitement and gratitude.

After politely sending the doctor away, Himeko closed the door, strode towards Angel, lifted her sleeves, and knocked down her head with a knife hand without any hesitation.

"It hurts..."

"You still feel pain? I've heard from Fu Hua! You're so capable, aren't you? You've just learned basic fighting techniques, and you've already started developing your own Honkai moves, and you're so confident that you want to use them in a duel? You haven't even learned to walk yet, but you want to fly, right? Who gave you the courage, you little brat!"

The more Himeko spoke, the angrier she got, so she slammed Angel's head with her hand a few more times and continued angrily:

"Do you know that developing your own fighting style is something that only an experienced A-level Valkyrie is qualified to consider! You're just a kid who's been in school for a week, and you're just fooling around!"

"It hurts..."

"You deserve it!"

Himeko slapped Angel's head hard. The next second, she hugged Angel tightly in her arms again, stroking her hair, and her high-spirited voice softened instantly, with a strong sense of worry.

"You almost scared me, little Angel."

Himeko sighed tiredly, with a faint dark blue around her eyes after a sleepless night.

Angel was brought into the academy by her own hands, and she was deeply dependent on her. In Himeko's eyes, she was already a junior by her side, and she had the obligation and responsibility to take care of her. Hearing that Angel had an accident in the duel field, it was said that blood sprayed red on a large area of the ground, and Himeko was almost scared to death.

Now seeing Angel wake up, the result is much better than expected. Himeko is really happy and angry, just like seeing her own child rolling in the mud and getting dirty but laughing and returning home... No, it's ten times more angry than this. In short, it's probably the kind of feeling that you want to beat her but feel distressed, and if you don't beat her, you feel angry and your liver hurts.

"How do you feel now? Are you hungry? We brought breakfast here, you should eat some first."

Himeko waved her hand, signaling Raiden Mei to spread out the food box on the table next to her. The aroma of food soon lingered, dispelling the smell of disinfectant. Himeko looked at Angel's pitiful appearance of shrinking her head and being scolded, and then looked at her right hand still hanging in the air, sighed again, and picked up the knife and fork helplessly.

Himeko: "Hey, open your mouth, ah~"

Angel: "Ah~~"

Himeko: "Really, isn't this back to the beginning? Ever since you fainted from a hunger strike, I didn't expect to feed you again so soon, and I guess you'll have to feed for several days. I say, you should be grateful, you know, even my father didn't have this kind of treatment! Open your mouth, ah~"

Angel: "Ah~~"

Himeko: "You're still cute only at times like this. Don't take the actual combat class during these days of recuperation, and forget your random moves. If you really want to learn something in-depth, I'll help you find a way when you perform well enough. Do you understand? If you do, open your mouth, ah~"

Angel: "Ah~~"

The morning glow also shone in from the window at this time, and the dust in the ward slowly flew in the light, making people feel calm and at ease. Kiana, Raiden Mei, and Bronya watched the scene of Himeko feeding Angel. The mature and beautiful red-haired woman and the cute little girl made them feel sincere envy.

On the one hand, Himeko had never taken care of them so gently and intimately; on the other hand, such a contrasting scene made it difficult not to imagine a mother and a child. But the memories of their mothers were far from perfect or either lack thereof!

"That's great."

Kiana whispered to herself, then took a deep breath and restrained the urge to cry for some reason.

"Let's go out and handle the discharge procedures for Angel first. Keep your voice down and don't disturb them."

Raiden Mei put her finger on her lips and whispered to the two. The two nodded in unison, and then left the ward, leaving the space for Angel and Himeko, who they thought was the most trusted and relied on by Angel.

Chapter 19: Very Obedient Angel

After being discharged from the hospital and returning home, Angel, with her right hand in a sling, received meticulous care from Himeko.

Although Angel knew that her injury was purely the result of her self-righteousness, wanting to show her talent, and because she knew she would not die, so she subconsciously had fewer hesitations and stepped into a place where she was one step into disaster.

But in Himeko's view, this was her dereliction of duty as a caretaker. She failed to let Angel realize the danger of Honkai energy, which was a lack of responsibility in guiding her education.

The next morning, Himeko patiently fed Angel, tidied her skirt for her, changed her into white shoes, and led her to the principal's office. After leaving the house, Angel grabbed the corner of Himeko's clothes with her intact left hand. The more she recalled Himeko's caring care, the guiltier she felt.

"Himeko..."

QQAQQ

Angel raised her head from behind and looked at Himeko's silky wine-red long hair with tears in her eyes. Himeko heard the voice, looked back, and couldn't help patting Angel's head.

"What are you doing?"

It was the first time Himeko saw Angel's tearful appearance. Feeling Angel's regret, her heart softened immediately. In that relief, she felt that the fatigue from not sleeping well in the past two days was nothing.

"Himeko, I'm sorry. I will treat you well in the future!"

Angel twisted her thin eyebrows and spoke with a determined face.

'Sister Himeko, although I have to hide a lot of things and lied to you several times, I will definitely double compensate you in the future. You have to believe me!'

The Angels swore together in their hearts. Himeko couldn't stop smiling and rubbed Angel's little head.

"Little brat..."

Himeko scolded with a smile, then took Angel's left hand and led her all the way to the school principal's office.

"Hey, you were just discharged from the hospital last night, so you don't have to go to class for the next two days. There's no one at home during the day, so you can stay at the school principal's place for a while. She has a lot of food here, as well as comics and game consoles, which is perfect for a little kid like you."

Himeko pressed Angel on the sofa, then took out fruits and a fruit knife from the refrigerator in the corner. She quickly cut a fruit in a plate and placed it in front of Angel.

"By the way, the school principal likes to slack off and read comics during office hours. So I'll give you a task. If you find her slacking off, remember to notify me. I'll give you a reward, little Angel~"

Himeko leaned close to Angel's ear and whispered with a smile. The warm breath on her sensitive ears made Angel blush, and she nodded obediently.

However, Theresa was standing behind Himeko with her hands behind her back at this time. No matter how quietly she spoke, Himeko's orders couldn't escape the hearing of the S-level Valkyrie.

Theresa kicked Himeko on the calf and said with a stern face:

"Don't spread rumors about me in front of me! Get out of here and go to work. If I find out that you spread such unfounded remarks maliciously, I will deduct all your wages!"

Himeko was unmoved, still with a lazy smile, and waved:

"Yes, yes, the principal is right. Then, I will go to work first, and bring you lunch at noon. Bye, little guy."

"Bye, Himeko!"

Angel said goodbye seriously, watching Himeko push the door and go out, and then turned her eyes to Theresa in front of her. Theresa had been observing Angel's reaction from beginning to end. At this time, she raised her lips and said in a sweet and childish voice:

"Hehe! It seems that you get along well with Himeko. From just now until now, your eyes have been glued to her. What's the matter? Is this school principal not cute enough?"

"..."

Angel picked up a piece of fruit, chewed it, and looked at Theresa woodenly without saying a word.

'Of course she is cute, but I am an autistic cat now. I can't talk to strangers casually. I have to be reserved!'

Angel put on a cool mask in front of Theresa with confidence.

'By the way, the fruit cut by Himeko is so sweet~~'

Theresa raised her eyebrows and had nothing to say. After all, she had heard from Himeko that this child was very vigilant. There was nothing she could do if she was not familiar with her. She took out a comic book from behind her and said:

"This school principal recommends 'The Legend of Homu : The Great Adventure Part 6'. It is a masterpiece with unparalleled plot depth and artistic level. It has been published for ten years and its popularity has not diminished at all. Little guy, take it and read it with gratitude. This is a rare commemorative collector's edition signed by the author. I won't give it to others who want it!"

Theresa put the comic book on the table, then turned around and walked back to her office with a confident smile.

'Hehe! No one can resist the charm of the Legend of Homu! Wait and see, Himeko, this little guy will soon become a follower of this school principal, and then become my loyal fan!'

Angel tilted her head, not knowing what Theresa was thinking. However, although she was not very interested in things like Homu, she really had no other way to kill time at the moment, so she flipped through the comic and read it casually while eating the fruit plate cut by Himeko.

As time passed and the comic book became more and more engaging, Angel had to admit that Welt was indeed capable of creating a legendary IP. Under the childish style of art, the story depicted was very romantic and cute, with the purity and touch that children liked...

Hmm, no, wait, something seems to be wrong.

Angel's expression became serious, and she turned her head to look in the direction of the desk, but saw that Theresa's figure had long been blocked by the pile of documents and was out of her sight.

"Himeko's reward..."

Angel remembered Himeko's instructions before she left, and her heart suddenly itched.

Himeko's reward, although it should be a very safe healthy type, but what if, right?

Angel's eyes suddenly became sharp.

At this time, Theresa was happily reading comics.

'Although work is also important, it doesn't make any difference whether it is finished earlier or later. I just read for an hour, just one hour, it doesn't affect anything, right?'

Theresa flipped through the comic book, and with a slight sense of guilt, she was able to immerse herself in the plot and indulge in the pleasure of lazing off in office.

"Click! Click!"

Suddenly, with the keen senses of an S-class Valkyrie, Theresa detected the sound of a camera behind her. Theresa still had a happy smile on her face, and turned her head. She saw Angel lying on top of the tall bookcase behind her like a kitten, with the camera of her mobile phone facing Theresa, and the light of the screen illuminated Angel's expressionless face.

"Hey! Cute little Angel, what are you doing in such a high place? Come down quickly, look, the principal has just found the next volume of the comic and is about to give it to you."

Theresa smiled stiffly. Then...

"Ding Dong!"

There was a familiar sound, and Angel's video message was sent. Theresa's smile disappeared. And Angel obediently groped her way down the bookcase, walked to the original position of the sofa, and sat down very obediently.

Chapter 20: Angel's Life Preservation Index Rises

"Theresa, it's not good to slack off in front of a child, really."

At lunchtime, in the principal's office, Himeko said to Theresa, whose expression was stiff and whose eyes were wandering.

"I... I've said it before, I saw that she was almost finished, so I helped her find the next volume. I wasn't reading it myself!"

"Oh? Really?"

"Of course it's true. When has this principal ever lied to you?"

"Haha, I don't believe it."

Himeko put the food into Angel's open mouth while looking at Theresa jokingly.

Theresa was so angry that her face turned red, but she couldn't refute it.

After a while, she could only rush out of the office angrily to escape the embarrassing atmosphere of being caught red-handed.

"Hahaha!"

Himeko laughed happily, her body shaking with laughter. Because Theresa had mastered the skill of tearing up comic books at the speed of light, Himeko hadn't caught her slacking off for a long time. Although everyone knew she was slacking off, as long as there was no definite evidence, Theresa could shamelessly pretend it hadn't happened.

This time, taking advantage of Theresa's unfamiliarity with Angel and her underestimation of her, Angel managed to film the slacking-off scene. In front of Angel, a junior, Theresa couldn't lie with her eyes open no matter how shameless she was.

"Alas, I finally suppressed her evil trend of indulging in slacking off. Although I don't know how much efficiency can be improved in the future, but... you did a great job, little Angel!"

Himeko smiled, wiped the corners of Angel's mouth, and pinched Angel's little face with great satisfaction.

Angel scratched her head with her left hand, smiled implicitly, and then looked at the red-haired beauty in front of her with sparkling eyes.

"Himeko, reward!"

"Ah, that... I'm still preparing it. Can I give it to you later?"

"Oh, okay."

Angel blinked, understanding Himeko's busyness as the second-in-command of Saint Freya, so she nodded sensibly.

Himeko cleaned up the dishes with a guilty conscience. The reward was just something she mentioned casually, and she had forgotten about it when she went out—Himeko couldn't say such a thing to Angel, who was looking forward to it.

...

Angel of Saint Freya was temporarily useless. Without using the power of domination to repair it, her arm would take one or two months to heal for full recovery. During this period, except for theoretical courses, it was difficult to provide any valuable benefits.

On the other hand, Miss Angel's work was unusually smooth.

"The research ship from Nanyang will stop at the port for three days, and then go straight to the Arctic research station. It's easy to get on such a big ship. Whether you are a staff member or a gift pendant, it shouldn't be difficult to get on board and go to the Arctic to set up a resurrection point."

"The time and flight number of the two recent international flights to North America and Europe have been checked. I can easily catch the other two as long as I can adapt to the situation, and then set up the archive resurrection point in the Western Hemisphere."

"The progress in Shenzhou and Siberia is very smooth. I have perfectly hidden the two on the plane. It is expected that they will land one after another tonight, and then find a place away from society, dig a hole, and hibernate."

"Ah, after so many days of tossing, the perfect life-saving plan finally moved forward again, but it was not easy."

Miss Lady Angel sat on the open-air balcony illuminated by the setting sun, drinking high-grade black tea, and sighed tiredly and with relief.

At present, in addition to Miss Angel, the theater had released five more clones, all of whom had traveled to various parts of the world in ways that had nothing to do with Miss Angel. The eldest lady herself only provided some necessary intelligence, and it was all general information that could be easily seen after reaching a certain level of status. There was no special collection behavior, which could be said to be extremely cautious.

The plan of the Angels was to release a total of ten clones. Five of them would go to the Arctic, America, Europe, Asia, and other regions to find wilderness and uninhabited places to hibernate. Although it was a pity to lose five thinking threads at once, from a long-term perspective, these five fixed dormant individuals would become an important guarantee for a comeback in future crises. As long as they were still buried in the soil, the Angels would not really die, so it was a necessary sacrifice.

The other five would find gaps to integrate into society. They must have a certain social status and influence to become the intelligence, resources, and logistical support of the Angels. However, there was no specific goal now, so they would be put on hold for the time being. By the way, the eldest lady Angel was one of these five Angels.

In short, the life-saving index of the Angels was increasing at a visible speed, which was very reassuring. The eldest lady Angel leaned against the soft chair, looked at the sunset, and squinted her eyes happily. Then, she got up, went back to the house, changed into a delicate and decent dark blue dress, went out, and got on the long-awaited luxury car.

Tonight, the old man would introduce his so-called backer to Angel. It was said that it was because of his friendly relationship with the big man that he could get an advanced Titan robot as a personal guard. However, the old man was very mysterious and refused to reveal the name of the big man in advance.

If it weren't for the fact that he had been involved in anti-entropy and had to be cautious to be on the safe side, Angel would have brainwashed this dark and cold-blooded old man and asked for all the information.

...

"Master Executor Cocolia, this is my daughter, the next successor of my Tachibana family."

"Hello, honorable master."

Angel smiled and saluted with her skirt.

'Fuck!'

'I knew that someone who could mix with such a dark capitalist and give Titan to ordinary people must be a reformist!'

'I didn't expect Cocolia to come on stage in person. But it seems reasonable. Fuck!'

After Angel finished her greeting, she stood up again, and the smile on her face became more perfect and elegant. On the huge screen in the underground conference room, a woman with long white legs in long boots, her hands wrapped around two huge snowballs that were about to burst out, as charming and seductive as a golden-haired vixen, who else could it be but Cocolia herself?

Cocolia on the screen lowered her head, as if she was looking at Angel. After a moment, she smiled indifferently and said:

"So, the next business will be taken over by her?"

"That's right, Lord Cocolia. But my daughter has just started to take charge. If there is any negligence, please forgive me."

"Don't worry, I am very satisfied with our cooperation all the time. I believe in the vision of the head of the Tachibana family. The next cooperation will definitely be very pleasant. Next time we have a chance to go to the Far East, we might as well sit down and have a good chat. A beautiful woman like your daughter will surely make people feel better just by meeting her, right? Haha!"

"Lord Cocolia is too kind. In this way, I can feel at ease. Hahaha!"

The two chatted familiarly for a while, and Angel kept listening with a smile, occasionally laughing out loud. The scene was very harmonious for a while.

But Cocolia obviously didn't have so much time to chat with a small supplier. After simply recognizing Angel's status as the successor, the call ended quickly.

Angel then accompanied the old man for a walk, following behind the wheelchair, listening to him sigh and brag about the various operations in the process of making a fortune. Black and white, pornography, gambling, drugs, organ trading... He seemed to have intervened in many aspects, at least he had operated them. It was not until the information age rolled in that he took the accumulated capital to catch the fast train of technological development, and then the high-speed train of anti-entropy, speeding all the way, and even once led his company into the ranks of the Fortune 500.

Angel listened. In fact, it was very boring, and she didn't plan to be a big capitalist. Instead, she felt that since the people behind the old man were all organized to help her out, then, shouldn't he be sent to reunite with his proud heirs as soon as possible?

Angel stared at the old man's sparse hairy head with a faint gaze, and finally decided to endure it and not make trouble now.

It's still the old saying, survive, survival is victory.

The old man only had one or two months left to live, and it would take Saint Freya's Angel one or two months to recover. So it's the same in the end. It seems that the Angels can only lie dormant during this period.

Chapter 21: Angel Who Relies on Himeko

In the Arctic, on the glacier snowfield with howling wind and snow, Angel, wearing a thick scientific expedition coat, shielded the cold wind with one hand and walked slowly forward, holding a sensitive compass. When the compass needle became more and more erratic, Angel stopped, reached into the theater space, and took out a shovel.

"It seems to be close to the pole, and I can't figure out the direction at all, but it's remote enough, right?"

Angel shook her head, shook off the ice and snow from her hat, and used great force to dig a cave in the ice.

She lay down in it.

"Then, I'll sleep first. I hope there won't be a day when I need to wake up."

Angel said, hearing her own farewell and blessings in her mind, as she was gradually buried by the frozen ice and snow, leaving no trace of her existence.

...

In the vast western desert of America, a slender figure walked slowly, the mysterious black cloak fluttering in the wind.

"Well, I don't know the exact coordinates, but it's very far from the city. I think it's enough."

Angel said and found a rock wall with severe wind erosion. Then, she dug a pit, buried herself in the ground, and finally cut off her consciousness.

...

Shenzhou.

Tibetan Plateau.

Siberia.

Europe.

Eastern European Plain.

These Angels, thousands of miles apart, each found a place as remote and random as possible, hid themselves, and then fell into a deep sleep.

In this way, all five resurrection save points were in place, located in extremely remote and completely random places that could not be reached by transportation.

It is worth mentioning that Angel would never do the stupid thing of hiding her weakness and deliberately setting riddles to indicate the direction, or even leaving a map. So the location of the save point is completely random, so random that it can only be transmitted through the connection between the Theater of Domination and the clone, otherwise even the Angels themselves don't know the specific location of the save points.

These five save points will remain dormant until the number of Angels suddenly decreases sharply, at which point they will be awakened. Then they will pay attention to the situation in a place where no one knows, and take all necessary actions to ensure Angel's survival.

The Life Saving Angels slept at different times. When the last life saving unit was buried underground, several months had passed.

There is no need to repeat their stories.

Let's go back to mid-September 2014, one month after Saint Freya Angel was injured.

...

The weather was gradually approaching winter. Although the chilly wind had limited impact on Saint Freya students who were Valkyrie reserves, some people had gradually changed their dressing style. The general cool dress was switching to a warm and lovely style.

In such weather, Angel came to the hospital to remove the fixed right hand.

"Don't be afraid. Although it may be a bit scary, you have recovered well, little Angel."

The gentle and lovely doctor smiled and comforted, skillfully removing the bandages and other objects from Angel's hand.

Soon, a complex smell mixed with medicine and pus filled the air.

Angel looked at her right hand that was finally exposed. The whole arm was slightly yellowish from the medicine, with several crisscrossing scars carved on the skin, and some strangely colored things that seemed to be wound discharge.

Angel stared blankly for a long time and suddenly laughed out loud, pulling the corner of Himeko's clothes beside her, saying:

"Puff! Himeko, Himeko, it's so ugly!"

Himeko was immediately furious, her nervous mood resolved by this tone that seemed like a bystander, and then she flicked Angel's forehead unhappily.

"Is it time to talk about this now!?"

It was just like a child showing off something new that she had suddenly discovered. How big someone's heart does it take to treat illnesses and injuries like this?

Angel touched her forehead, blinked her watery purple eyes, and smiled a little stupidly.

Himeko saw Angel's nonchalant look and noticed that her arm seemed not yet healed. She hesitated for a moment and said:

"Does it really not hurt?"

"Ah?"

Angel tilted her head and was stunned for a moment.

Three seconds later, tears welled up in the girl's eyes.

"QQ!"

It seemed to hurt.

Himeko frowned again and sighed. She gently hugged Angel in her arms, rubbed her head soothingly, and said silently:

"You are timid, but you dare to develop your own Honkai moves after only one week of school. You are brave, but you start to cry when you feel a little pain. Alas, I really don't know how to describe you."

"It's different..."

"Why is it different?"

"It's just different!"

Angel raised her head, her eyes red, and stared at Himeko aggrievedly.

Courage and fear of pain are two different things. Angel dared to charge forward fearlessly for her goal. She could ignore the wounds when necessary, but under normal circumstances, it really hurt when it hurt. Just like a fearless soldier who might scream when getting an injection. There is no contradiction.

Himeko still didn't understand Angel's logic, but what else could she do?

The girl in her arms was so aggrieved, and Himeko could only comfort her half-amused and half-heartedly.

"Okay, okay, bear with it for a while. After the inspection and treatment are completed, I will take you to steal the game console hidden by the school principal."

"No! I want Himeko to accompany me!"

"Hey, hey, hey, don't stick to me so much... Okay, don't look at me with your pitiful big eyes. I'll accompany you today, okay?"

"Okay!"

Angel rubbed against Himeko's bosom and laughed happily.

Himeko is so nice!

I like Himeko the most!

Hehehe!

Himeko sighed, rubbing Angel's head helplessly, and silently apologized to the drinking buddies who had agreed to fight all night today.

"Himeko, Himeko, Himeko..."

"Yes, yes, I'm here, don't move, the doctor is going to clean your arm."

Himeko said with an unstoppable smile.

For more than a month, Angel gave Himeko a different feeling from Kiana and the other two.

Kiana and the others were also cute and good children, but they were all independent, had their own ideas and hobbies, and never deliberately pestered her. Angel was not like this. This child liked to stick to her when sleeping, eating, going out, and even in class, as if she could only feel safe and comfortable with her.

This was an experience Himeko had never had before, being trusted and relied on by a child wholeheartedly, as if she couldn't live without her.

'Too clingy to me... But, unexpectedly, I can't hate this feeling!'

Himeko smiled with some distress and happiness.

Chapter 22: Angel Confirms the Prey

"Uh, no, I've completely fallen for Saint Freya."

"No way, that's Sister Himeko!"

"That's right, Sister Himeko's words are really irresistible."

In the Domination Theater, more than twenty Angels discussed Saint Freya's Angel's performance.

But they all expressed understanding.

They were all family; how could they not know how little resistance they had to Sister Himeko, who had a proud figure, a cheerful personality, and was kind and passionate?

"It seems that we have to work harder."

"Yes, yes, Sister Himeko has had a hard time. Her body is already broken, right?"

"We can't watch her die to save Kiana!"

"What last lesson? I want Sister Himeko to teach me for the rest of my life!"

"That's right!"

"For survival, for Sister Himeko, roll up!"

Although they couldn't come up with a perfect solution, the Angels knew that only by having power could they get what they wanted.

As a Herrscher of Legion, they now had greatly reduced the number of clones compared to the original. If they didn't work hard, they would be unable to do anything in the future.

So, after a short break, the Angels started moving again.

Two Angels opened their legs, bent their knees, and punched. They practiced the basic fighting techniques that they had practiced countless times, and added Honkai energy in various ways to tap into all possible power in these basic movements.

Six Angels punched each other, their slender bodies wrapped in black silk gymnastics suits crossing in the square, sometimes coming to the edge, sometimes fighting in the sky, sometimes confronting each other, and sometimes attacking chaotically, simulating the real battlefield with the advantage of independent thinking circuits to accumulate combat experience.

Six Angels waved their hands to control the silk threads, some controlled the building fragments, some cut objects, sometimes attacked and defended each other, and sometimes withdrew from the battle to ponder new inspirations, continuing to work hard on the application of domination power.

Some of the other Angels were training with the various firearms that Miss Angel got, while others used the puppet silk threads to move to the edge of the Domination Theater, then used the silk threads to drag the building fragments in the imaginary space, exercising both the output limit and control of the power while contributing to the construction of the Domination Theater.

...

At this time, in the outside world.

Saint Freya Angel felt guilty for a few seconds because everyone was working hard while she was addicted to the beauty of Sister Himeko, and then she thought it through.

Well, it's all me, it doesn't matter! Anyway, they can actually feel the goodness of Sister Himeko, right?

"Himeko, Himeko, Himeko..."

Angel leaned against Himeko's chest and closed her eyes with peace of mind and satisfaction.

...

At the same time, Miss Angel lifted her bangs designed by a professional stylist, started, and walked lightly into the mourning hall where the guests had already left.

"Da Da!"

The crystal-clear and flawless light pink nails knocked on the coffin board, making a solid wooden sound.

Angel's mouth curled up.

"It's not easy. I finally made you die. My patience is almost exhausted."

And Angel waited for a month, but not just to completely take over this multinational company that was once on Fortune 500. She was waiting for someone else.

"Zi... Zizi..."

After a slightly noisy electronic sound, outside the mourning hall, the tall Titan mecha raised its arm and projected a three-dimensional hologram of Cocolia's proud figure.

Angel turned around, lifted her skirt, bent her knees, and saluted with a smile:

"Hello, Lord Cocolia."

"Hmm? I wanted to comfort you, but you don't seem to be sad."

"Is that so? Then, if I shed two tears, will you believe it?"

Angel crossed her fingers, tilted her head, and smiled cutely.

Cocolia raised her lips and praised:

"Not bad, you look like a successful big shot."

"No, no, compared to you, I am just an insignificant pawn. I will inherit my father's career and path, and I am willing to die for Lord Cocolia."

"Okay, okay, let's stop with the polite words. You know why I came."

"Well, as for how to deal with this Titan that my father shamelessly borrowed, it is naturally up to Lord Cocolia to decide. I have no opinion."

Angel smiled gently, looking completely pure and sincere. Cocolia looked at Angel steadily, and after a moment, she waved her hand casually.

"I will not treat people who work hard unfairly. Rewards and punishments are the most basic. Oboro has done well in the past few years, and your performance this month is also remarkable. I am very satisfied. It's just a Titan. From today, it will be your personal bodyguard."

"Really?"

"Don't question my words."

"It's this lady who has overstepped her bounds. In this case, I will accept it respectfully. Then, as a return gift, I will prepare a little gift later. I hope that Lord Cocolia can accept it... Just to congratulate this lady on officially inheriting the family business, how about it?"

Angel said with a smile.

Cocolia showed a fox-like cunning and dangerous smile, and the projection disappeared immediately, and the Titan mecha also entered invisibility again in front of Angel.

The smile on Angel's face disappeared, and she came to the door and closed the door of the mourning hall.

"Heh, what kind of personal bodyguard is that? It's just putting a watcher next to me... You old man are always so proud of this. Can you really not see it, or do you think it's an achievement if you see it?"

Angel sighed at the cold coffin.

After standing there for a while, a blood-red crystal as big as a coin appeared in Angel's hand. It was polished and shining, inlaid in a finely carved golden frame.

This was a work of art that looked priceless.

However, as the golden light flashed in Angel's eyes, the transparent blood-red crystal gradually showed a dark and turbid color, releasing a faint purple-red light in the dark room.

This was Dominance's Herrscher core.

And Angel planned to give it to Cocolia.

When Cocolia got this gem, she will became one of the five Angels who integrated into society.

Perhaps some people with strong will and strong talent can resist the erosion of the power of the Herrscher, barely maintaining themselves in front of Angel, and even continue to have partial control over their bodies.

But according to the plot, Cocolia was definitely not in this category, and she would definitely be swallowed by Angel.

"Just, what if?"

Angel frowned. Although she thought there would be no accidents, she still felt that it was not safe enough.

Angel did not intend to send the gemstone as a gift this time. After all, there was no guarantee that Cocolia would take the gemstone, and there was no guarantee that the gemstone would not encounter special tests. If it was exposed, it would be dangerous. Moreover, the core itself was a dead object. Once it left Angel's sight, she couldn't tell whose hand it was in and when it would start to corrode.

"Should I find an opportunity to meet and put the gemstone in her hand personally, or... make another plan?"

Angel touched her chin and hesitated in the dark.

Chapter 23: Angel, Promoted to B Grade

"Boom!"

After the bandages were removed, the month passed quickly as St. Freya Angel continued to recuperate from her injuries.

"Neko cha..."

"Honkai Fist - ten percent!"

"Boom!"

The young girl's petite body, with perfect curves outlined by the white tight-fitting battle suit, sped across the training ground like a cannonball. But that's not important, let's not mention it.

Anyway, this period was all about trivial routines, and apart from establishing her dominance in the science curriculum through two monthly exams, Angel didn't have any more gains. After all, many of the advances in the theater space couldn't be explained to anyone.

"I don't believe it, how can I, Kiana, not beat a freshman who hasn't had a practical class in two months? AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

"Foolish, witless, you've lost your temper. Retreat, Kiana!"

"Boom!"

Ahem, please continue to ignore the above murmurs, they're all inconsequential and trivial.

However, after being cooped up inside for so long, Angel was finally settling into that warm environment. Although her favorite was still Himeko, she had also learned to mock Kiana's intelligence, compliment Mei's cooking, and watch the Homu anime with Bronya without any help.

By the way, she's also mixed up with Theresa.

With this configuration, when viewed by a Honkai Impact 3 player tourist relatively unfamiliar with the plot, no one would believe it if they said that Angel wasn't the main character of the group, right?

"Is that all you can do, hide... Puh uh!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Before Kiana could finish her harsh words, she was flanked by the swift and sensitive cheetah-like Angel, who closed in from the side, followed by a period of completely unrecognizable chain beatings.

"Kiana..."

Raiden Mei covered her mouth with both hands and let out a trembling cry of horror. As Kiana's best friend, how could Raiden Mei stand by and watch her suffer this ordeal? Raiden Mei clenched her teeth and her fists with determination.

Then closed her eyes.

At the same time, Himeko and several female Valkyrie teachers were holding evaluation sheets, nodding their heads at Angel's performance.

"Well, the movements are very standard, and judging by the force and timing, it looks like she's truly integrated the basic physical arts, rather than just mastering the stance."

"Indeed, the standard is perfect for a reservist. And this black armor, it's called [Hunter Suit - Spectre], right? It perfectly utilizes advantages in speed and stance. It seems we have another talented female martial artist."

"Himeko-sensei, congratulations, it looks like this year's chief student can be decided, and this armor set is going to be taken by her!"

"I heard that you brought this child up. It seems you have special educational skills. When will you have time to teach us? Truth be told, the kids in our class this year... alas, one term is not as good as another!"

"Hahaha! Don't make a fuss, it's purely because she's competing on her own. Angel had already mastered the basic physical arts before she stopped classes. During her time recuperating, she often asked me for advice on practical combat. With this kind of performance, her self-awareness and talent are more important. There's no need to ask for advice, but we can go for a few drinks together in the evening, hahaha!"

The teachers laughed and joked, happily watching Angel perform and Kiana take a beating.

At this moment, Kiana received a heavy punch and flew high into the air, dazed and annoyed. She didn't think about anything else; she just wanted to release a big move first.

"Aaaaahhhh! Neko cha..."

"Break!"

"Boom!"

High above Kiana's head, the figure of Angel suddenly appeared. Angel slammed her foot down like a heavy axe, instantly smashing Kiana into the ground.

Angel then landed and rushed into the dust Kiana had kicked up in another instant.

"Honkai Fist - twenty percent!"

"Boom!!!"

The aftermath of the fist's energy was like a gust of wind, instantly dispersing the dust that obscured the view.

What was reflected in the eyes of the onlookers was a clear and unrivaled image of Angel's tiny fist resting in front of Kiana's stiff expression.

"Overall evaluation: Angel is excellent. Kiana... fails," Himeko said slowly as she tallied up the scores.

Angel lowered her fist, which had stopped in front of Kiana, and turned to Himeko, giving an expressionless victory sign.

Kiana fell limply to her knees, losing her balance and falling forward, her whole demeanor grayed out. "Failed theory class, failed practical class... I don't want any more remedial classes ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Himeko gave Angel a thumbs up, then glanced at the wailing Kiana, shook her head, and sighed.

Although it looked quite pitiful, when she remembered how Kiana dozed off in theory class and was routinely distracted in actual combat class, she felt completely unsympathetic.

"Angel's performance in all subjects is excellent. Although her enrollment time is short and her mission experience insufficient, based on her comprehensive performance, she is competent enough to be a B-class female Valkyrie. I announce that Valkyrie Angel is officially promoted to B rank and at the same time receives the right to use the [Hunter Suit - Spectre]."

"As for Kiana... remember to return the [White Comet] to the Equipment Department after class. You are not yet qualified to possess it."

"Next group, Raiden Mei versus Fu Hua. Both students, please make sure your armor is on correctly and be ready to start if there are no problems."

Himeko announced the result in a businesslike manner, giving Angel a look in the process.

Angel instantly understood and reached out, picking up the back of Kiana's collar and dragging her toward the field.

As she passed Raiden Mei, who was walking toward the arena, Angel could clearly see the worried look on her opponent's face.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of Kiana. Go Mei, beat that guy!"

Angel encouraged with a serious look on her face.

Of course, she knew Raiden Mei wouldn't be able to beat Fu Hua, even using the [Crimson Impulse], or even if she turned on the Conquest Gem to become the Herrscher of Thunder.

However, since Fu Hua hadn't come to see Angel these days and the two hadn't made any progress in their relationship, the hostile setting was still there. With Raiden Mei taking care of Angel these days, Angel could only encourage her.

Raiden Mei smiled reluctantly. It was clear she was more interested in comforting Kiana than focusing on her semester quiz grades.

"Well, thanks for the encouragement. Anyway, congratulations in advance, Angel. We'll talk about the rest when I get back. See you later."

Raiden Mei stroked Angel's little head, concerned about Kiana but not oblivious to Angel's amazing performance.

The three staggered past.

Angel dragged a discouraged Kiana to the sidelines. Kiana lay on her back on the ground, her eyes staring lifelessly at the sky.

Angel squatted down and stretched out her slender fingers, poking Kiana's soft face.

"Kiana, are you dying?"

"Scram! Thanks to me letting you have the last chicken leg last night, you're doing this to me today?"

"It can't be helped, I, Angel, am strong and invincible!"

Angel raised her little face and moved her hands upward in a motion of bulging her large arm muscles. Although there was no very obvious muscle bulge, the smug gesture already showed her pride.

Kiana glared at her in exasperation, then helplessly sat up and focused on the battle between Raiden Mei and Fu Hua. Pissed off as she was, having been defeated by Angel, who had been suspended from practical combat classes for two months, Kiana knew she had no one to blame but herself.

"Ugh, at this rate, when am I going to become an S-rank Valkyrie..." Kiana lamented.

Without becoming a B-rank, she couldn't move towards S-rank. Without reaching S-rank, she couldn't ask her great aunt about the whereabouts of her stinky dad. Had she known that she wouldn't have bragged about S-rank when her great aunt mentioned she'd reveal the news if she reached A-rank!

How confident she was when she boasted, and how much it hurts to be hit in the face right now!

Life, it's so hard!

Angel looked at Kiana's depressed appearance and felt a little bad. But the identity of an honor student is a favorable basis for the next action, and defeat at the hands of the school scum Kiana is something she really could not accept.

Therefore, Angel could only lie on Kiana's back and gently touch her head as a way to express her feelings of comfort.

Chapter 24: Angel, the Friendly Classmate

As expected, Raiden Mei lost to Fu Hua.

However, unlike Kiana, who was in a panic from beginning to end, Mei Raiden, who was calm and had a solid foundation, performed at a very good level, so she received a relatively ideal evaluation.

Finally, she officially became a C-level Valkyrie from the reserve.

This assessment was the first formal assessment for the freshmen of this year. Those with excellent performance would be promoted from the reserve to official Valkyries and receive the corresponding level based on their performance; those with poor performance would naturally remain in the reserve and wait for the next semester's assessment.

After a day of assessment, about half of the students were qualified for promotion. Although most of them were promoted to D-level, the various benefits that suddenly increased several times compared to the reserve were enough for them to cheer with joy.

Among them, the best performers were undoubtedly Fu Hua and Angel.

Both had excellent grades in various subjects, and their initial rating was B-level. They were identified by the teachers as seeds who could soon be promoted to A-level. Compared to Fu Hua, who had a training foundation before entering school, Angel, who had only been in school for two months and missed most of the practical courses, was considered to have more potential.

It is also worth mentioning that Bronya is different from most students. Her talents lean more towards machinery, thermal weapons, and professional hacking abilities. Therefore, she was not assessed on the training ground but in the virtual training room. It wasn't until the evening meeting that everyone learned she had been evaluated as a C-level Valkyrie.

Raiden Mei, C-level; Bronya, C-level; Angel, B-level. The corresponding evaluation results would be submitted to headquarters for filing, officially marking their embarkation on the road of Schicksal Valkyrie.

"Wuwuwu..."

A certain white-haired student, on the way back, hung on Raiden Mei and cried non-stop.

"Forget about Mei, even Bronya and Angel passed, why am I the only one who failed? Moreover, I have to continue to take make-up exams after failing the theoretical course. I don't want it! Wuwuwu!"

Angel licked the ice cream that Himeko had just rewarded her with, listening to Kiana's tearful complaints.

Suddenly, as if she remembered something, she looked at Kiana with a firm expression.

"Don't be afraid, I'll help you!"

Angel patted Kiana's shoulder solemnly, as if she had an extremely important mission.

Kiana tilted her head, not knowing why, and then continued to cry beside Raiden Mei.

...

That night, when Kiana was lying on the sofa, patting her bulging belly, Angel ran downstairs in pink cotton slippers, holding a tightly laid-out schedule.

"What is this?"

"Kiana's schedule for the next week."

"Huh?"

"Don't worry, I'll make sure you pass all the exams in the first make-up exam this weekend."

Angel handed the schedule to Kiana, put her hands on her waist, and proudly puffed out her chest.

Kiana sat up and looked at the schedule. "Get up at 5 o'clock, read at 6 o'clock, start the first lesson at 8 o'clock... and last until 7 o'clock in the evening!? Are you crazy?"

"It's just my usual schedule. It will be fine after a little adaptation. Don't be afraid. I have sorted out the key points of the exam for both theoretical and practical courses. I will accompany and guide you throughout the whole process to ensure that you can pass the first make-up exam smoothly and then enjoy the holiday with us!"

Angel took out a stack of materials about 20cm thick from behind her and looked at Kiana with a firm and confident look.

You are the protagonist, the hope of humanity. You have to stand up!

Kiana looked at the schedule, her white and delicate hands trembling, and then she lay down again, rolled her eyes, and said:

"I won't do it! I finally have a month off, I want to sleep until I wake up naturally every day!"

"Clang!"

Angel grabbed Kiana's braid with one hand and held a pair of scissors in the other, reflecting a sharp and cold silver light under the light.

"Himeko said that she would take us out to play after you passed the make-up exam... If you fail the first make-up exam and delay Himeko and me from going out to play, I will shave your head."

Angel said expressionlessly.

Appreciating Himeko's outfit, eating with Himeko, shopping with Himeko - such important and beautiful things, how can they be delayed because Kiana failed the make-up exam?

Yes, this is the main reason why Angel suddenly became full of motivation.

Kiana trembled on the sofa, looking at her pigtails that were caught, and sweating under Angel's cold, unsmiling eyes.

"You... Mei, save me!"

Kiana asked for help from Raiden Mei, who came out of the kitchen after washing the dishes.

Mei Raiden untied her apron, thought about it, closed her clear and beautiful light purple eyes helplessly, and sighed:

"Kiana, this time I agree with Angel's idea. You were too careless before; take this opportunity to make up for the missed lessons."

"No!!!"

...

The next day, five o'clock in the morning.

Angel was at Kiana's door, twisted the door handle, but it didn't turn.

"Bang!"

Angel punched through the door handle and the door lock, and pushed the door open.

Kiana was still sleeping at this time, lying on the bed in a big letter shape, with the quilt in the corner and the pillow on the ground, her smooth shoulders exposed from the collar of her pajamas, and her saliva wet the sheets.

"Kiana..."

Angel patted Kiana's face, but there was no response.

"Kiana."

Angel pushed Kiana's body, and Kiana smacked her lips sweetly in her sleep. "Kiana!"

Angel sat on Kiana's back expressionlessly and bent her legs backwards.

"Ka-bang!"

"Ahhh!!!"

Kiana twitched and twisted on the bed like a bug for a while, then looked at Angel with a haggard face.

Angel looked at Kiana innocently and cutely, and whispered:

"It's time to get up, Kiana, today's schedule is about to start."

"You are a devil...ah, sorry, I'll get up now!"

Kiana changed her words when Angel grabbed her hair and was about to cut it, and jumped out of the bed neatly.

Angel watched Kiana go into the bathroom to wash up, then opened the curtains in the room, looked at the still dark sky outside, and sighed.

Sister Himeko's quilt was warm and fragrant, but she left it painfully for the sake of friendship. What a great sentiment!

Angel was shocked and moved by her tenderness for a while, then she clenched her fist towards the dark sky and said innocently:

"Angel, Fight!"

...

On a misty morning, Fu Hua moved her joints after the usual 20-kilometer warm-up sprint, and a bit of sadness appeared on her pretty face.

She hadn't been able to practice martial arts properly for several days.

She remember that it was the first morning after the assessment. Fu Hua thought that most students would sleep in, and she was a little looking forward to having the playground to herself.

Then, Angel led Kiana, who was staggering, to run in circles. While running, one person was reciting and the other was shouting something. Listening carefully, it turned out to be some science formulas and liberal arts memory points.

Fu Hua immediately understood that this was probably Angel helping Kiana prepare for the make-up exam.

'You are a good child to help your classmates like this on the morning of the holiday.'

Fu Hua smiled silently and waved back to Angel who greeted her.

However, on the second day, the scene changed to Angel pushing Kiana from behind.

On the third day, Angel ran in front holding a chain, followed by Kiana with a neck tie.

On the fourth day, Angel chased with scissors in the back, while Kiana ran desperately in front.

On the fifth day, Angel's scissors turned into a submachine gun, and Kiana ran faster.

Under scenes like this, Fu Hua could no longer concentrate on boxing. Or rather, compared to martial arts practice, the scene of the two people doing morning exercises obviously attracted more attention.

"The conclusion that she is a good child..."

"Did I get it wrong?"

On the sixth day, Fu Hua watched Angel driving an off-road pickup truck from nowhere, chasing Kiana. Amid the roar of the engine and Kiana's ghostly howling, Fu Hua had a wooden face and began to doubt her evaluation a few days ago.

Chapter 25: Angel on the Mountain Watching Tiger Fight

Kiana failed six theoretical courses and barely passed the others with low scores. However, with Angel's careful, patient, and friendly tutoring, Kiana managed to pass all the make-up exams in the first round.

"Himeko, Himeko, eat takoyaki!" Angel tugged on Himeko's arm, holding up a steaming hot meatball on a bamboo skewer.

Himeko, engrossed in checking the city guide on her phone, tilted her head slightly. Her bright red lips parted as she bit into the meatball.

"Hiss... hot, hot, hot!"

"The manager said it tastes better when it's hot!"

"Indeed, it tastes good... What did you do to that child? Not only did she pass all the make-up exams miraculously, but she became like this?" Himeko covered her lips with her phone, tasting the food, and glanced behind her with a smile.

Angel looked at Kiana. The once energetic girl was now half-hanging on the worried Mei Raiden, looking weak and exhausted, devoid of any vacation spirit.

Angel popped another ball into her mouth and replied softly, "It's just normal make-up lessons, Himeko."

"Normal? I can tolerate the chains, scissors, machine guns, and a truck but you chased me with a tank! And you don't even know how to brake!" Kiana interjected, pointing at Angel in frustration.

Angel sighed, popped the last ball into her mouth, and offered it to Kiana. "There's nothing we can do about it. Kiana, I'm only 14, and I don’t have experience with a driver's license. After borrowing the tank, I could only rely on the manual to drive it. It's normal that I'm not familiar with the brakes."

"You still have the nerve to explain? If you can't drive, don't use the tank! Do you want to kill me!? Also, the takoyaki is delicious, thank you." Kiana pulled Angel's face, eating the meatballs in a mix of anger and gratitude.

Angel reached out to pull Kiana's soft face. "If I used conventional methods, how could I pour the test knowledge into your empty brain? You should thank me!"

"Shameless! You just wanted to hang out with Aunt Himeko! You are inhumane and disloyal! I have decided, I will share a room with Aunt Himeko tonight, and I will piss you off!"

"What? You dare to snatch Himeko from me?" Angel was shocked, her usually expressionless face showing impatience.

Everyone knew how shameless Kiana was. If she set her sights on Himeko, it would be trouble.

"Hmph! Are you scared, brat Angel?"

"Let's duel! It's a matter of life and death!"

"Don't think you're great just because you beat me in the test. Tests and duels are different. Do you believe I'll beat you?"

"Stupid paramecium, today I'm going to..."

"Bang! Bang!"

Himeko punched each of the girls, forcing them to silence. She glared at them, hands on her hips.

"Behave outside, and don't drag me into your grudges. And... call me Teacher Himeko!"

"Bang!"

Kiana received another punch for her impolite address.

"I'm only 24! Why do you call me aunt? Where am I old? Tell me, Kiana!" Himeko grabbed Kiana's ears with a fake smile, her terrifying aura making Mei Raiden step back and ignore Kiana's plea for help.

Angel's eyes lit up, and she grabbed Himeko's arm, rubbing it. "Himeko, even if you are ten years older than me, I still like you the most!"

"... You! I'm starting to miss the introverted you!" Himeko didn't know whether to be happy or sad, chopping Angel on the head.

Angel stuck out her tongue, then wrapped around Himeko's arm, intoxicated by Himeko's scent. Introversion was a fitting character background; Angel was indeed not sociable.

"I hope Sister Himeko won’t blame me when she knows the truth. Amen!"

...

"A-choo!"

In the snow-covered Kosovo Mountains, Angel, wearing a white coat, rubbed her nose and lay under the snow.

Herrschers and humans are not the same creatures. Herrschers are more stable and resilient. However, as a Herrscher of Dominance, Angel was a rare exception. Their bodies were more puppet-like, driven by power rather than being real Herrscher bodies. They could still catch a cold in the ice and snow.

"A-choo!!!"

Angel grabbed the snow to wipe her nose, wrinkling it uncomfortably but staying motionless.

"Damn it, why can I be like Saint Freya Angel, be close to Sister Himeko and enjoy hot springs, and Eldest Lady Angel also had maid services, but I have to stay here and freeze?"

'Don't make a fuss, stalking is effective. The Anti-Entropy Force should be aware of this place. '

'For our control of Cocolia, hold on! At worst, after getting her body, I'll let you taste it first! Such a big and round golden bear, aren't you tempted?'

"Get lost! I suspect you are playing tricks, and I have evidence!"

Angel rolled her eyes at her own people's sarcastic remarks.

Three or four hundred Honkai beasts had gathered in the valley. Most were Knight-class and Chariot-class, with a few reaching chariot level.

If they attacked a city without Anti-Entropy and Schicksal, they could easily destroy it. According to information gathered indirectly by the young lady during business, local Anti-Entropy forces would soon patrol and clear this area.

Angel had been looking for Honkai beasts in the area early. Thanks to the invisible induction between the Herrscher and Honkai beasts, she found this valley and had been quietly dormant for two days and nights.

Suddenly, Angel's ears moved, and she smiled.

'Here they come!'

Angel stared at the valley entrance. A dark blue Titan climbed to a high place, lining up and mounting giant cannons on their shoulders.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Boom!!!"

A wave of heat melted the ice and snow, turning the valley center into scorched earth and lava. However, some fast and flying Honkai beasts broke through the dust, pouncing on the solid Titans.

A war between steel and giant beasts had begun. The artillery roared, mechanical explosions and giant beast roars filled the air.

Angel quietly crouched at a higher place, watching until the Titans wiped out the herd and dragged the remains away.

"Tsk! The herd I chose was too large. They dispatched the Titan Legion without leaving any human corpses. No chance this time."

Angel sighed, sensing other Honkai beasts in the area, and decided to find the next battlefield. This area, under Anti-Entropy control, had limited resources. They couldn't rely entirely on Titans to clean up Honkai beasts. Sooner or later, she would encounter human troops and corpses.

Angel waited patiently for the Titans to leave. Her eyes lingered on some Titan wreckage with greed.

Titans, as mechas, were a type of puppet. Dominating them was within her power.

Unfortunately, the Titans were filled with black technologies. If the Anti-Entropy network detected something during transformation, it would be bad.

"Let's take down Cocolia first. She must know inside information about the Titans and have enough authority. Then we can dominate the Titans..."

With hope for the future, Angel left the hillside.