Near Francis's manor, in an underground room that no detector could find, was Kallen's secret base.
The somewhat cramped space was filled with equipment she'd scavenged from various places.
Drills, hammers, wrenches, scalpels, disinfectant... Rather than a secret base, it was more like a storage room.
This couldn't be helped. After all, she'd only fully awakened in the past year, and her remaining pseudo-divine power had only shown improvement recently.
No matter what grand plans she had in mind, achieving anything in such a short time was impossible.
Honestly, being able to open a small warehouse behind her father's back in such a short time already made her feel her execution ability was remarkable.
At this moment, she held a screwdriver in her hand, assembling an item at a workbench.
It was a flying device model.
"A kid like Otto should like this kind of toy..."
Ever since being knocked out by a wine bottle falling from the sky while on the high wall not long ago, she'd temporarily abandoned the plan to directly contact Otto.
This didn't mean giving up, but rather she'd realized the current Otto wasn't the one she'd once known. The two had no prior interaction—essentially they were strangers.
With their current relationship, plus this little Otto's introverted personality, he might just run away directly.
So she planned to first send some gifts to build favorability, establish a good relationship, then pull him onto the cart.
Soon, an exquisite flying device model was assembled on the workbench.
Kallen picked it up and examined it a few times, a happy smile appearing on her face.
"Perfect."
Although she didn't consider herself particularly bright, with a full five hundred years of accumulation, she'd still mastered quite a few skills, including handicrafts.
Before recalling her past life, she'd even been called a little inventor due to talents inadvertently displayed.
"Next is finding a way to visit Otto, or invite him over..."
Thinking about meeting Otto, Kallen recalled climbing over the high wall to enter Nicholas's manor not long ago.
And thinking of that incident, she recalled being knocked out by a wine bottle falling from the sky after climbing the high wall, which in turn reminded her of the crash that occurred when she charged the Imaginary Tree, failing at the final moment.
Thus, a trace of anger gradually arose in her heart. She gritted her teeth and said: "Don't let me find out which immoral person was throwing things from high places, or I'll beat you so badly your own father won't recognize you!"
After releasing this harsh threat, Kallen felt her mood had improved considerably. She carried the flying device model toward her family's manor.
At the same time, she began using her well-honed wisdom to contemplate the current situation.
Kallen quickly discovered that with her current power, trying to build Schicksal alone was almost impossible.
"Sure enough, I should pull Dad onto the cart..."
After deciding to build Schicksal in this era, Kallen had considered pulling her closest person in this era onto the cart, but had delayed because she didn't know his attitude after revealing her origins.
However, this experience of being hit by a bottle had given her a deep sense of crisis.
Previously, although her power was almost entirely lost, subconsciously she still considered herself that nearly invincible Archbishop.
Until a small bottle fell from the sky and struck her head with a pleasant sound.
Only then did she suddenly realize she'd become so weak that even a small bottle could incapacitate her.
Although it was because she'd carelessly not dodged, it still demonstrated her current weakness.
If she encountered those powerful Honkai Beasts or even Herrschers—forget rebuilding Schicksal to save the world—she might die before successfully starting her venture.
Thinking of this, Kallen's heart sank. She sighed with emotion: "I'm too weak now. No power. I need to develop quickly."
Recovering her former powerful strength in a short time was basically unrealistic. Knowing much information about pre-civilization, Kallen knew this era still didn't have power like Stigmata. To become stronger, she could only wait for an opportunity to undergo super mutation factor fusion surgery.
However, five hundred years had made her understanding of power less shallow. Power wasn't limited to muscle—wisdom and authority were equally manifestations of power.
Since she currently had difficulty continuing to enhance muscular power, she could only gather everyone's strength to obtain power from authority.
And this was very difficult for her current ten-year-old self. No one would believe a child like her, so she had to pull her old dad onto the cart.
First, having Dad act as her proxy to help her stand in the spotlight at the front.
Second was her eyes on Dad's massive connections and resources. As a United Government high official and Fire Moth Elder, these resources could be used by her.
The prerequisite was... Dad could accept her identity.
Thinking of this, Kallen felt somewhat vexed. She was troubled about how to explain her peculiar identity to her dad.
It felt like directly telling him "your daughter is actually five hundred years old, by age we two should swap positions"... Dad's worldview would probably shatter.
"Sigh... so annoying!"
Holding the flying device model, Kallen's childish face was filled with worry. She couldn't help sighing.
At this moment, she finally returned to her family's manor.
Entering the gate, looking at the manor's spacious courtyard, she recalled the flying device model in her arms. That childish heart that had resurfaced due to changes in age and body was hooked out again.
"Well... I'm just testing the model's quality, not actually wanting to play with such childish things."
Casually comforting herself, the self-perceived dignified Archbishop threw the flying device model toward the open space ahead.
Facts proved her craftsmanship was quite good. The flying device took flight with inertia's assistance.
Kallen watched it soar in the air, her thoughts pulled back to that afternoon five hundred years ago.
At that time, she'd also stood like this in a similar courtyard. Inadvertently looking up at the sky, she'd seen an airplane model pass over the wall and fall before her.
And then...
Just as Kallen was watching the airborne flying device lost in memory, a gust of wind suddenly came. The flying device model's trajectory changed, beginning to fall toward another direction.
She looked toward where the flying device model was heading, preparing to retrieve it.
Then she saw the flying device fall precisely at the feet of a small figure, picked up by that figure.
After seeing that figure, Kallen froze.
Because she saw it was a human cub who looked about her current age, with blonde hair and blue eyes.
It was precisely this world's little Otto.
She saw this little Otto carrying the model toward her.
But whether it was her imagination or not, she felt his little face was tightly tensed, his steps also somewhat stiff.
Nevertheless, this little Otto still walked before her, holding the model with both hands and offering it to Kallen.
"Did... did you make this?"
Kallen felt a sense of familiarity but still subconsciously answered: "Mm..."
"Wow, you're so amazing. You'll definitely become a great inventor in the future."
Although this little Otto was expressing admiration, whether it was her imagination or not, Kallen felt his tone was somewhat trembling, seemingly also carrying a stiff feeling.
Moreover... that sense of familiarity had become clearer. She felt she'd heard this phrase somewhere before.
"My name is Otto. What's your name?"
"Ka... Kallen."
"Then Kallen, can we be friends?"
Here it came again—that strange sense of familiarity returned. Kallen's puzzlement grew. Although still pondering where she'd heard similar words, her body's instinct responded first.
"Of... of course we can!"
"Then Kallen, we're friends now. I have a request. Are you willing to agree to it?"
With little Otto's words, like lightning flashing through her mind, illuminating Kallen's memory of a certain afternoon five hundred years ago, she seemed to recall where she'd heard similar words.
Thus, she subconsciously replied: "A... a request?"
"Yes, plea... plea..." Little Otto tightly clenched his hands, as if forcibly restraining something.
Finally, he still shouted loudly: "Please join me in saving the world!"
This phrase completely illuminated that distant memory in Kallen's mind. She remembered, completely remembered—she'd experienced a similar encounter five hundred years ago!
But... why are you saying all my lines?!!
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