I am a hero of the former civilization.

A smile crept across her lips. Eden didn't care about power, but Ryan's achievements in the arts were enough to earn her respect.

"I'm really looking forward to seeing how you're more capable than the rumors suggest, putting those labels together like a miracle."

He's good at fighting, good at research, and understands art—it's unbelievable.

Early in the morning, Ryan blushed with pride after being praised, thinking to himself that Eden was quite good at praising people.

I am merely a conveyor of art and do not deserve such praise.

With these thoughts in mind, Ryan certainly wouldn't self-destruct; in fact, he was quite pleased with himself.

Sigh, after being a time traveler for over twenty years, I'm finally starting to feel like one of the older generation.

His original plan was to make a fortune and enjoy life, but it was interrupted by the Honkai. Unexpectedly, in order to deal with the Honkai, he went through a long detour and realized his plan.

"You are also a jewel in the crown of civilization. Art, like technology, is a treasure of human civilization."

Ryan responded with a barrage of flattery, using deliberately elegant language, and never resorting to perfunctory phrases like "hello" or "you're awesome."

Eden had heard similar words many times, but hearing them from an artist of the same caliber made his bright eyes turn into crescent moons.

Just as she was about to exchange a few polite words, there was a gentle knock on the door, and her agent, dressed in a business suit, walked in.

“Miss Eden, it’s time for you to get up. You have to participate in a charity donation event for the abandoned area this afternoon.”

"Okay, Aphrodite," Eden replied, tossing his phone aside. He slowly sat up, rubbed his eyes, and then quickly picked it up again when he heard a message notification.

Aphra immediately noticed that her hair was slightly messy and she looked a bit listless, lacking her usual elegance and refinement.

"Miss Eden, did you not sleep well?"

"I was busy revising the new song last night, and then I waited for his response."

"Who?"

Eden paused for a moment, then raised his phone, his smile as hazy as moonlight.

"A kindred spirit."

Chapter 181 Don't be so foolish, Mebius!

Eden is really busy.

Upon seeing the message, Ryan withdrew his hand, picked up his coffee cup, and took a small sip.

Looks like I've made another friend. This friend is not only highly educated but also very wealthy and speaks very well. It's definitely a good friend.

"When I chat with her, I feel like a cultured person. No, I am a cultured person."

Ryan muttered to himself silently. He was very accomplished in science and engineering in this life, after all, he could write articles that would never die. But in his previous life, he studied humanities, and all that knowledge finally came in handy.

Being a cultured person is quite nice. My path has no boundaries; it can extend in all directions.

As the notification sound rang, I took out my phone and looked at it, my expression becoming even more delighted.

The ten million in sales commission has already been credited to my account. It only took a few nights, which is countless times faster than the previous arduous process of accepting missions and killing people.

This pleasure lasted only a few seconds. He trembled as he counted a few numbers and saw the huge sum of money vanish without a trace.

Two million for Verviers, eight million for Mebius, I'm really just a money launderer.

The money disappeared before I could even enjoy it, and then there was a 'ding-dong' sound; it turned out to be an emoji sent by Vilvi.

(Kneels in a 360-degree spiral motion in the freezing cold) Thank you, boss!

This must be a magician. Damn it, he took the money and his 'id' went back to his body. Is he that materialistic?

Ryan was speechless. He thought to himself that since he would be staying at headquarters for a while, he had to seize the opportunity to squeeze some money out of them, at least to recover some of his 'losses'.

"Yes, a Soul Steel weapon. I destroyed Crimson Sky last time. Even if I can't get the Divine Key, I'll still get a high-quality one."

The Divine Keys aren't finished yet, so the higher-ups probably won't give them to him easily. Ryan doesn't really care, since he can barely use the first and third Divine Keys anyway, and they don't really boost his combat power much.

He casually replied with an emoji, then froze, holding his phone, remaining silent for several minutes before slowly furrowing his brow.

Even Vervière knows to use a few cute words, but Mebius, you didn't even say thank you?

Maybe they just didn't see it.

He tossed his phone back onto the table and prepared to go back to bed for a good rest. The Fifth Herrscher had been virtually gone lately, and in this safest place in the world, Ryan planned to catch up on the experimental progress and take a vacation.

As soon as he unbuttoned his shirt and loosened his belt, Ryan heard a 'beep' sound. The door lock turned green and then opened automatically, revealing a familiar figure.

Mebius was still wearing a white lab coat, a short skirt, and black stockings. He was playing with a key card in his hand and humming a strange tune. He seemed to be in a good mood.

But when she saw Ryan half-squatting by the bed, Ge Yao paused, her eyes widening instantly.

The man wasn't exactly a behemoth, but his muscles were at a fitness level, not to mention the power they contained, enough to make even a Herrscher retreat.

Instead of covering her eyes like a young girl, Mebius slowed her gaze, sweeping over her chest, abdomen, buttocks, and thighs before finally returning to her face.

He has good muscles, but he has delicate features. When he's dressed, he really looks like a gentle, scholarly man who likes to talk a lot of reason.

"What are you looking at?" Ryan felt a chill run down his spine from the gaze. He remembered that when he was in Canghai, Hua had seen him changing clothes, and his face turned red on the spot, his eyes turning into circles of mosquito coils.

This guy is shameless; I'm the one who feels ashamed.

You must slow down at times like this, or you'll be ridiculed immediately.

Ryan slowly buttoned up his shirt, then heard a snicker.

"Heh, Canghai, I saw everything while you were unconscious. Oh, not only did I see it, I also touched it. There's no need to be shy."

What?

Ryan looked up abruptly, gritting his teeth as he asked, "What have you done?"

These words reminded him that he had been so engrossed in the joy of obtaining the Third Herrscher authority that he had forgotten such an important matter.

Mebius didn't answer. He put the room key back in his pocket, pulled over a swivel chair, plopped down on it, and then smoothly crossed his legs.

She half-removed her black high heels, letting them dangle from her toes and swing them gently, then slightly raised her chin.

"Ryan, guess what it is~~~"

This strange and unsettling skill had reached a master level, causing Ryan's blood pressure to spike to its limit with a "bang," and his eyes to become extremely fierce. Mebius's swinging foot immediately stopped; her snake-like intuition had already sensed danger.

"Cough cough, I only collected some hair, not even blood."

"Really?"

"Otherwise, I would have already had my blood drawn; why would I need to ask you for it?!"

Ryan thought for a moment, and finding the logic plausible, he regained his composure: "Hmm, that's more like it."

call......

Mebius breathed a sigh of relief; Ryan had been quite terrifying just now. But after relaxing, he immediately gritted his teeth again.

Damn it, I was actually afraid of this barbarian!

She felt a strong sense of humiliation, even forgetting that she was also a fusion warrior. But she spent all her time in the laboratory; how could she possibly meet the gaze of a ferocious beast on the battlefield?

No, I need to find a way to learn some combat skills, otherwise I can't beat him and I'll have to resort to force.

Mebius glanced furtively at Ryan, who was changing clothes, and wiggled his closed thighs a few times.

"Hey, you didn't actually hit me just now, did you? Don't forget, you're a respectable gentleman."

Oh dear, now you remember you're a gentleman?

Ryan was somewhat flattered and glanced at him sideways: "I'll just teach you a lesson."

"W-what lesson?"

how could I know.

Ryan hadn't thought it through at all. He squinted and carefully examined Mebius, making the latter feel a chill run down his spine. He felt as if a knife had swept across his face, chest, abdomen, and thighs. He subconsciously lowered his crossed legs and sat up slightly.

This mature woman has an exceptionally good figure and a beautiful, mature face. Her white shirt is stretched high, and the outline of her purple bra can be vaguely seen. Her abdomen is flat, and her waist is as slender as a snake before it quickly expands.

Two long, straight legs extended from under the short skirt, taking up nearly half of its length.

From top to bottom, then from bottom to top, and finally stopping in the middle, it is shaped like a peach and slightly plump, but it can't be called fat at all. On the contrary, because the seat cushion sinks, it shows a lot of elasticity.

Give it a couple of taps, and it'll definitely feel great.

"What are you looking at!?" Mebius jumped up, arms crossed, his face full of vigilance.

"You stared at me for so long, wouldn't it be a waste if I didn't stare back?" Ryan snorted coldly. If it weren't for his last shred of gentlemanly manners, he would have said directly:

Keep pretending. When did you learn to be shy with your superhuman thick skin? You're playing hard to get, aren't you?

However, to be fair, this reaction suits my taste quite well. The old Mebius, if not as shy as a young girl, was at least shameless.

As a top biologist, I've seen it all, but when it comes to physical contact, I realize that I'm the one who's at a disadvantage.

"Alright, alright, you really think I'd fall for that? Flustered and trying to comfort you?" Ryan adjusted his glasses and said calmly, "Don't underestimate me, Möbius."

"I didn't..." Mebius bit his lip, but couldn't bring himself to say the rest.

If you truly like someone, you'll definitely get shy, right?

Alicia's words echoed in her mind, but she absolutely could not say them aloud. Her reaction just now was entirely instinctive, without any planning whatsoever.

Damn it, she actually guessed right?

For a moment, Mebius felt a pang of regret. He had used similar methods before to teach this guy a lesson, which had aroused Ryan's vigilance. Of course, it wouldn't work now.

How ridiculous, I actually regret it. So what should I do now?

'Speak my mind directly? No way. Not only would I never be able to hold my head up high again, but it would also involve that fat woman. I couldn't bear to see her face if she knew.'

Her expression twisted, as if it were more complicated than the most complex experiment, with too many variables.

I'm not entirely sure what Ryan is thinking, and his purpose is making me feel very awkward. Am I really going to give up my pride so easily?

Absolutely not. At the very least, he has to tear off his pride. That's the only fair thing to do. And if he takes the opportunity to mock or reject me, all I want to do is turn him into a specimen and put him in my room. But I can't beat him anyway.

Humans are such a hassle. Why can't they just give up thinking and become invincible creatures?

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Ryan couldn't help but call out to remind him. He was just showing off casually, but Mebius suddenly fell into deep thought, and even the light in his eyes disappeared.

These words jolted Möbius awake. She hadn't yet figured out the reason, but she knew she absolutely couldn't tell the truth, otherwise it would become a pointless theory.

By cooperating with Velvi, I now have the upper hand. Hmph, at least I've figured out that you have nothing to do with Alicia. You still want to manipulate me? I won't let you have your way.