[Dragon Egg Parasitism] was now complete.
At this moment, Syl was sitting on a chair by the dining table, her small hands propping up her chin and her elbows resting on the table.
Opposite Syl sat the officer.
His eyes were dull and his expression was wooden, like a living corpse.
If someone were to open the officer's skull right now, they would surely see his brain matter mixed with countless tumors; looking closely, they would recognize them as the fleshy tumors that had just finished parasitizing him.
"What is the current situation in Ibiza?" Syl yawned, leaning back and slumping into her chair.
It was normal for a child to get sleepy easily.
"Ibiza... is experiencing... a riot... two units... have come to suppress it..." the officer replied mechanically, his face expressionless. "My unit... is responsible for the blockade..."
"Oh? So you're quite high-ranking?" Syl blinked, conducting a bored interrogation.
She had now completely controlled the officer in front of her; he would obey whatever she said.
The dragon egg was interfering with his mind; the officer now viewed Syl as his 'Creator' or 'Mother.'
Syl could feel that as long as she used [Cocoon Rebirth], a brand-new Dragon Loli would burst forth from the officer's body.
Emerging from the cocoon was a necessary act; this officer was essentially a dead man walking, and one who had experienced extreme Fear at that.
Indeed, the officer was still conscious, but he could only watch helplessly as his body acted against his will, treating the girl before him like a deity.
"My name is... Roy von Waller. Others call me Sir Waller. I command my unit and am an honorary Baron. You may... call me Roy," the officer claiming to be Roy replied respectfully.
It wasn't hard to see that Roy's speech was becoming increasingly fluent, signifying the dragon's further maturation.
"Mhm. Roy, tell me about the current situation in Ibiza."
Having caught a ready-made unit commander—especially one currently blockading the Ibiza district—Syl could take this opportunity to understand Ibiza's current state.
"A riot broke out in Ibiza. I was ordered to blockade the entire Ibiza district... entry only, no exit allowed."
"What about inside Ibiza? Has anything happened there?"
"The interior of Ibiza... is very chaotic... public facilities, police stations... and the houses of various factory owners have been burned. They also hanged many factory owners... from the streetlights."
"Oh... that's nice. What else?"
"Also... unknown Transcendent forces have begun to infiltrate the Ibiza district."
"Unknown Transcendent forces?"
"According to confidential correspondence, they are likely wild Transcendents not under Church control. Based on current intelligence... the strongest is a Transcendent who has consumed the Rank 4 [Rebel] potion."
"Anything else?"
"Other intelligence... has not been received yet... I am only responsible for the blockade..."
A puppet controlled by a dragon egg would not lie, so Syl believed Roy's words.
However, it couldn't be ruled out that Roy was also being deceived, so it was best to remain vigilant about everything.
So the current situation was: two units had arrived in Ibiza, one on the outside for surveillance and blockade, and the other inside for suppression?
And there were Transcendents not affiliated with the Church who had also entered Ibiza?
[Rebel]... Rank 4?!
Syl's highest-ranked original body was only Rank 2; she couldn't quite imagine how strong a Rank 4 Transcendent would be.
What was that Transcendent's purpose in coming here?
Clearly, they weren't sent by the Church, so was their goal for an organization, or for themselves?
"A Rebel, huh..."
Syl pondered the name carefully; it wasn't hard to guess how such a potion would be digested.
Could that Rebel be trying to accelerate the riot to achieve the goal of digesting their potion?
The more Syl thought about it, the more likely it seemed.
If this deduction was correct, that Transcendent could be considered on her side, right?
However, Syl didn't want to encounter such a Transcendent, lest it cause unnecessary complications.
"Fine, let's leave it at that for now," Syl nodded, ending the conversation.
The officer stood up, walked to the door with his head bowed, and bowed as he opened the door for Syl.
Syl walked out of the house and looked at the deserted Rhine Street. After a moment's thought, she still chose to walk toward Rhine Street.
She hadn't triggered any follow-up tasks today, and Syl didn't want to return empty-handed. There was still plenty of time at night, and she wanted to keep trying her luck.
No tasks meant no follow-up card-drawing opportunities.
Relying solely on role-playing with her current cards to advance was too time-consuming; it was more logical to look for task triggers while role-playing.
After all, Syl already felt that the Holy Potion advancement of her original body was becoming uncontrollable. She didn't know when she might be forced to drink the next Holy Potion.
Moreover, running away was useless; it seemed that as soon as she left the city of Suramar, her original body would be immediately locked onto by the Church—the system had hinted at this before.
Therefore, Syl had to obtain enough power to protect herself before that day arrived to truly feel at ease.
The flesh inside Syl writhed, generating the next'seed' and searching for the next fated person for advancement.
The once brightly lit streets were now plunged into darkness. By this time, some early-shift workers should have returned to the South District, but Syl didn't see a single soul.
However, at the mouth of an alley in front of a burning pile of trash, something caught Syl's eye.
It was a mask very close to the fire; the coarse green wig on the mask was slightly curled from the heat of the flames, while the smoking fire illuminated the walls on both sides of the alley.
The walls on both sides were covered in Joker graffiti: crimson smiles, green hair, and pale faces.
It seemed this had become the Joker's symbol.
Words were written wildly all over the walls in blood-red paint, such as the Joker's signature, excerpts from the 'I Have a Dream' speech, or various riotous slogans.
Seeing this, Syl smiled.
If the Joker saw this, she would probably be driven mad with joy, wouldn't she?
In the end, Syl decided not to let her out yet, lest she get overexcited and have an episode.