Having retrieved the Cosmic Juggernaut, Mobius now possessed the technology for the "application of subspace."
This research topic had been established back in the Previous Era; after all, Mobius had personally dissected the corpse of the Herrscher of the Void.
However, the project was terminated halfway through due to a series of issues such as funding and the emergence of more critical research.
But the technology and knowledge had accumulated and remained.
And in Ye Feng's world, with a living Herrscher of the Void available, Mobius was even more like a fish in water.
Developing a personal folded space was merely a casual act.
Mobius distanced herself from the River Thames. Due to the appearance of the unidentified flying objects in the sky, more and more people were gathering there.
Not only had the news media dispatched helicopters, but even the military was alerted. The relevant departments had set up a police cordon, but it was not enough to hold back the swarming crowds…
But none of this had anything to do with Mobius anymore.
The instigator had long since left the commotion behind and was now sitting at an open-air café not far from the Clock Tower, sipping tea.
Her figure was petite, yet her waist and hips were full and luscious, wrapped in a form-fitting green dress that showcased her serpentine, alluring curves.
Despite having achieved her goal with ease, Mobius was still not pleased.
For interfering in her duel with Rita, she would definitely make Father give her an explanation.
Mobius set down her teacup and suddenly said in a low voice:
"After following me for so long, you're finally willing to show yourself?"
Behind her, a shadow materialized.
Jackal stood with her hands lowered respectfully, bowing her head. "Your Excellency, this one had no intention of offending you. The reason I followed you all this way was in the hope of receiving your favor."
Mobius glanced at her. "You're Jackal, aren't you."
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The newcomer froze for a moment, her eyes filled with shock and uncertainty. She quickly said, "It is I. Truly, nothing escapes your discerning eyes. I have yet to ask for your esteemed name. Might I be so honored as to know it?"
"Mobius."
"!!"
It was actually that lady!
A legend from the same era as the Sovereign!
No wonder Gray Serpent had acted so strangely.
"To be able to behold Your Excellency's honored presence is the fortune of three lifetimes."
"No need to flatter me. I don't care about your objective. There is only one thing..."
"Please, Your Excellency, command me."
"Give me the Divine Key you're carrying."
"This..."
Jackal hesitated.
The Divine Key did not belong to her, but to [World Serpent]. She didn't even have the right to use it, as another executive was a better match for the weapon.
It had only been specially loaned to her because of the importance of this mission.
If she lost it…
"What? Do you want me to come and get it myself?"
"I wouldn't dare!"
Hearing Mobius's chilling words, Jackal offered up the Seven Thunders of Retribution with both hands.
After all, the Divine Key belonged to the "organization," but her life was her own.
Mobius raised her hand, and the Seven Thunders of Retribution flew toward her on its own.
"Alright, you can go now."
"Eh?"
"What? Do you wish to become my little guinea pig?"
Mobius stared at her expressionlessly, her vertical, snake-like pupils glowing with a faint light.
Jackal felt as if her heart had been viciously squeezed by a large, invisible hand. A suffocating sense of terror swept through her entire body.
Little guinea pig…
For someone like her, who was also involved in "scientific research," this term carried an immense and destructive power.
Even so, Jackal steeled herself and said, "Though this one may be foolish, I still wish to follow by your side, Your Excellency, and contribute my meager strength."
Jackal was a genius of this era, one of the few scholars in World Serpent engaged in research.
Ever since she joined World Serpent, her greatest mission had been to welcome the return of the Sovereign.
However, if she had the chance to choose one of the Thirteen Flame-Chasers to serve, compared to the "Savior" that Gray Serpent spoke of, she was more inclined toward the "Infinity" before her.
"Not needed," came the simple and direct reply.
"..."
Jackal asked, "May I know why?"
Mobius stood up and walked gracefully over to her. She lifted her chin, undid her mask, and said with a seductive smile:
"Because you… are not pretty enough."
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"Father wouldn't like you. Therefore, you have no value."
"??"
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The Valkyrie Cafeteria.
A resplendent golden chandelier hung high in the center, flanked by all sorts of crystal decorations, making the place look exceptionally magnificent.
It was less like a school cafeteria and more like a high-end hotel.
After all, the Principal was very particular when it came to the "living standards" of her students.
It was now lunchtime, and the cafeteria was bustling with people, a cacophony of voices filling the air.
Rita, seated in the center of it all, felt like she was sitting on pins and needles.
She somewhat regretted following Ye Feng here.
Among the crowd, she was wearing only black pantyhose. If everyone else were dressed similarly, she could tolerate it, but the students here were no different from those in the Original World.
It was only their table, with one in black pantyhose, another in a moon-white dudou…
Rita felt like a black sheep that had wandered into a flock of white ones. She was so different, so out of place, that it was completely disorienting.
Ye Feng, bare-chested with his well-defined muscles and fluid lines, smiled.
"Most of the people here are NPCs. Oh, you know what NPCs are, right, Rita?"
"Mmm… I have a slight understanding."
Rita looked at the crowd again. They looked no different from ordinary people.
They moved, they talked, they laughed, they got angry…
But they had no thoughts of their own, only following a fixed trajectory.
They naturally turned a blind eye to the three "black sheep" who had suddenly appeared.
But Rita still felt utterly out of place.
Walking among a crowd wearing only black pantyhose was just like… a pervert.
"Loosen up, Rita. The behavior of NPCs can be a bit strange, but you'll get used to it."
"Eh? Mmm… okay, thank you, Lord Ye Feng. Um…"
Rita paused, her long, smooth, black-stockinged legs pressing together slightly, the glossy surface of the material reflecting a crystalline sheen.
She finally asked, "Shouldn't we… put on some clothes first?"
"Clothes? Put them on?"
Ye Feng tilted his head and looked perplexedly at Ji Lin beside him.
The beautiful, classical madam was also very understanding, her large eyes blinking with slight confusion.
Seeing the bewildered looks on both their faces, Rita finally gave up and stopped糾結ling over the issue.
"Mmm, it's nothing."
"Let's eat something first."
Ye Feng smiled. "The food in the cafeteria here is quite delicious, you know."
"O-okay…"
Rita lowered her gaze to the strawberry cream cake in front of her and couldn't help but feel a bit troubled.
The strawberry cake was sealed in a bag tied with a string, requiring two hands to open.
And Rita had been keeping her right hand crossed in front of her body, making it inconvenient to move…