The whole weird world is waiting for me to go to heaven

Chapter 1142 So what?
A bright yellow holographic warning line surrounded the entire Kovin Floating Island.

The cordon slowly moved, with the words "Izetta Foundation" and its crest constantly scrolling across it. Anyone who saw this knew that this area had been taken over by Izetta.

This was just set up by Reggie Izetta.

She was tasked with investigating the abnormal condition of the fetal spirit.

Reggie's mother was a board member, and she herself held a significant position within the conglomerate. This task was thus offered to her in hopes of advancing her career further.

Reggie has a bright yet sharp face, as proud as the sun god in classical mythology, and always looks like he has victory in his grasp.

Of course, this did not stem from her arrogance, but from her confidence in her absolute strength and superior intelligence.

This time, they didn't even use a shuttle; they simply donned a Class B "BV-23 tactical protective layer" and arrived on a portable personal aircraft.

But when she actually saw the phantom of the fetal deity floating above the floating island, the composure on her face gradually faded.

Those are the remains of the fetal spirit.

If one is alive, one should float in the air like an inflated balloon, light and pure, letting the whole sky echo with one's clear, bell-like laughter.

Instead of being like this, with only a translucent shell still retaining a pale golden glow, floating quietly in mid-air, like a giant jellyfish that has been hollowed out.

Reggie suppressed his discomfort and manipulated the retrieval device to slowly collect the remains into a special containment box.

Only when the lid clicked shut completely did her heart, which had been pounding almost out of control, finally calm down a little.

too frightening.

The mere residual pressure from the offspring of the "Spirit of Childbirth" was already terrifying.

But if that's really the case...

And who could kill Him?

Unfortunately, Reggie was not a professional researcher, and he dared not desecrate the remains of the fetal deity.

Judging from the surface appearance alone, the vessel of the fetal spirit is already dead.

"Helena Coveyne...who killed you?"

Reggie muttered to himself.

She had read the information; this vessel was specially chosen because, as that person's... daughter, she shouldn't have died so easily.

Could it be suicide?

impossible.

She quickly dismissed the idea.

Once possessed by a fetal spirit, one's body and mind are completely occupied, and one will not have any independent thought, so how could one choose to end one's own life?
I don't understand.

Reggie could only enter the floating island to conduct further exploration.

So she took out a palm-sized device from the bio-storage pouch at her waist.

It's more like a living, fleshy creature than a device, with a ring of dense, short tentacles wriggling around it and a few scattered, snow-white teeth embedded in it.

She tossed the mass of flesh onto the floating island's protective shield with a thud. Strangely, it didn't immediately trigger the shield's foreign object rejection program; instead, it was left to stick to the shield.

The next second, the mass of flesh suddenly became excited.

The short tentacles around it suddenly tensed up and began to twitch and spasm rapidly, as if they had smelled some supreme delicacy.

Immediately afterwards, more fine teeth emerged from inside the flesh and began to frantically gnaw at the surface of the shield.

In an instant, sparks flew everywhere.

"Well done."

Reggie felt a slight joy in his heart.

This is a product of the Izetta Foundation's genetic engineering, specifically designed to crack security systems. It's a physical, forced crack, and its "teeth" are extremely sharp, theoretically capable of piercing through security systems below level B.

She had to apply to the group specifically for this, and she even had to use some personal connections to get it done.

She had specifically looked into it; the floating islands registered by the Kovien Group were only at level C protection, so such methods should be more than enough to deal with them.

However, her smile quickly faded.

Her hacking tool drilled into the protective shield for so long, and although the shield kept vibrating and sparking, it didn't cause any damage, as if it was just scratching the surface.

Is this strength more than C level?

Did they enhance it themselves?

That's impossible. If that were the case, Kovien wouldn't need to make a living by scavenging.

There must be something wrong with the information.

Reggie frowned.

As she pondered where the problem lay, an alarm suddenly popped up on her personal terminal—

[A target is approaching at high speed.] Reggie looked up instantly.

She had expected some kind of aircraft, but when she opened the light screen and zoomed in, she was surprised to see a person!

Who could be as bold as her?
But she has high-level personal protective equipment. Does this person have it?

Soon, the figure drew closer.

Reggie then realized that it was a young girl.

She held a pot of flowers in her hands, wore a flowing blue robe, and stood on a sword-like flying machine. She looked strange and out of place, as if she had broken in from the ancient times of the Eastern Empire.

However, it can also be seen that the girl's body seems to be shrouded in a very faint halo, and those colorful mists and harmful particles cannot get close to her at all.

This level of personal protective equipment won't be cheap.

It seems she is of noble birth.

She just likes to dress like this.

Before she could figure it out, the girl had already flown straight towards her.

The route was straight, and the destination was clear.

They even crossed the holographic warning line that almost everyone avoids.

Reggie immediately shouted to stop him:

"Hey, stop!"

The girl hovered in mid-air, looking puzzled. "What's wrong?"

"This is a restricted area!"

"why?"

"Why?" Reggie's tone became more impatient. "The Izetta Corporation is handling something! Can't you see that banner?"

"I saw it."

"Then why don't you get away?"

The girl looked at her, her expression calm and matter-of-fact. "This is my home, why should I stay away?"

Reggie frowned.

There is no matching record of this Asian face in the Coveyne family's records.

Where did it come from?

Moreover, shouldn't the members of the Kovien family have already turned into nourishment for the fetal spirit inside?
Reggie's eyes turned cold.

The skin on her right arm suddenly twitched slightly, as if something underneath was turning over.

The next second, flesh and blood rapidly bulged up along the forearm, the skin cracked and then reformed and hardened, and a cold white bone gun actually grew directly on the outer layer of the arm.

The gun barrel seemed to be gathering astonishing power, aimed at the girl.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"Didn't I say this is my home?"

"What? This is your home? Do you even know where you are?"

“I know,” the girl nodded, holding the flowers. “It used to be the headquarters of the Kovin Group.”

"If you know that, why don't you get lost—" Reggie suddenly caught the word, "formerly?"

“Yes.” The girl looked at her seriously. “This is my home now. You shouldn’t be here.”

As soon as she finished speaking, she raised her hand and flicked it lightly.

A huge phantom suddenly unfolded from her fingertips, enveloping the entire floating island.

That was a brand new family crest.

The symbol is "∞", and the words "New World" are written on it.

Reggie's heart sank. She could tell, of course, that this was an official seal certified by the Family Affairs Bureau, not something fabricated at random.

"How is this possible—"

Reggie almost lost his voice.

A more terrifying thought suddenly flashed through her mind:

"It was you... who killed our spirit child?"

The girl looked directly at Reggie, her smile barely reaching her eyes.

"Yes, so what?"