I am a hero of the former civilization.

It's delicious, much better than that weird machine from Vervier. It's truly amazing.

Not only was the cooking time just right, but it also enhanced the flavor, especially the spiciness, fully demonstrating Sakura's keen observation skills.

Ryan always smeared a layer of hot sauce on his dry rations throughout the journey; it was his habit—the worse the food tasted, the stronger his flavor.

"It varies from person to person, which is something machines can never do."

"Thank you." Sakura wasn't particularly pleased; it was just a matter of course.

"Hey, how can you be so sure she won? I could have improved. This isn't fair!" Virvi shouted.

“This isn’t a competition, so winning or losing isn’t that important. Besides, I’m just telling the truth: machines can only ever learn from humans.” Ryan rolled his eyes, and then he saw Velvi biting her finger, looking deep in thought.

If you're so capable, try creating a 'chef' section next time.

He looked away and glanced at Sakura in front of him: "Aren't you going to eat?"

“I’ve already eaten her food, so there’s no need to waste any more ingredients. How about I take the night watch for the first half of the night?” Sakura remained aloof, not exactly resistant, but not exactly friendly either.

The right way to cooperate is to have no one owe each other anything and not hold each other back. Ryan was quite satisfied with this state, so he simply reclined his chair.

"Then I'll leave it to you. Remember to wake me up in the middle of the night."

Before Sakura could react, Ryan lay down, put his hands behind his head, and began to snore softly, quietly lowering his raised hand.

They really weren't being polite. No, I should say they trusted me too much. Weren't they afraid I'd take the opportunity to run away?

She couldn't tell if it was confidence or arrogance. Did she really think she only had one way out? If I took your heads, I would actually be doing a good deed.

Looking at Ryan, who was either truly asleep or feigning sleep, Sakura naturally did not make a move. On the one hand, she was wary of his strength, and on the other hand, she was driven by her deep-seated pride.

Since you have treated me with sincerity, I will repay you with righteousness.

She possessed a certain integrity, silently turning around to look at Velvi, who was tinkering with the machine: "You believe me too?"

"I trust his judgment. I'm too lazy to use my brain for such meaningless things."

Isn't this much better than your crappy machine?

Sakura also felt a bit like complaining, but then she saw Wilvi raise her head, her fair face covered in engine oil.

"If you're bored on night watch, it's a good time to think about something."

"what's up?"

Velvi shrugged slightly and simply smiled, "For example, why he wanted you to live is an interesting question, isn't it?"

The desert was desolate, the moonlight was cold and clear. Sakura watched the girl who was seriously tinkering with the machine and nodded slightly without revealing her presence.

This is a question that deserves serious consideration.

Chapter 84 The Scientific Railgun!

It was summer, and the sky was already bright in the northern part of the Mu Continent at dawn. Ryan opened his eyes, his gray pupils contracting due to the strong light.

I slept so well.

He sat up, stretched comfortably, then covered his head, savoring the lingering effects of his sleep, and finally shook his head.

Unfortunately, I still didn't dream.

Ryan has been sleeping more and more lately. It's not that he's changed his lifestyle, but rather that the deep sleep he experienced after becoming the Third Herrscher has bothered him. That dream is like the moon's reflection in water; it's clearly there, but he just can't remember it.

It seems this isn't just sleeping; could it be about transcending life and death? But this force is so hard to control.

He felt that he sometimes needed to learn from Möbius, that crazy spirit of daring to use his own life as experimental material.

No, why should a normal person like me learn from her?

Ryan quickly shook his head to banish the terrible thought, then opened his eyes to see another abnormal woman—no, that wasn't a woman.

Two snow-white legs 'grew' out of the disassembled machine, dangling limply to the side, looking like a murder scene. Ryan's heart tightened, and he rushed over instantly.

Could it be that Sakura killed her while I was asleep?

In that instant, he realized he had been too arrogant. There were no more Thirteen Heroes now; anything could happen. It was even normal for some of the Heroes to die prematurely due to the butterfly effect.

He rushed over and took a look; his face instantly turned ashen.

Wilvi didn't die; she had simply fallen asleep upside down inside the machine, her voluptuous body firmly trapped, her head tilted to the side, drooling.

“She was like this in the middle of the night. I told her to get her out of bed and get some rest, but she refused. I didn’t force her.”

Sakura's voice suddenly came from behind him. Ryan turned around and saw that she looked obviously tired.

"Why didn't you wake me up in the middle of the night? Are you feeling guilty?"

"Not really, I was just thinking about a problem." Sakura took a deep breath and muttered to herself somewhat dejectedly, "Unfortunately, there's no answer."

Ryan couldn't figure out why she wanted to live, but she was grateful for the other person's trust.

This wasn't a test, but a genuine sign that they trusted him to keep watch.

It's baffling that someone would come up with such a question in the middle of the night, staying up all night.

Ryan was a little confused. In fact, he wasn't entirely at ease either. The Herrscher's authority could release an invisible force field, and if anyone got close, he would immediately wake up.

"Get that idiot out here, the guests will be here soon."

"So early?" Sakura was taken aback, then realized that the three of them were not really fleeing at all; they were more like tourists, and they hadn't even carried out a massacre, they had just driven the residents away.

"What you've shown is different from what's been said."

"Hahaha, so that's just a legend. You think I'm like a serial killer, first wiping out this small town, then sneaking around stealing chickens and dogs? That might buy me a couple more days, but whether I have those two days or not doesn't matter much to the big picture." Ryan didn't care about those one or two days; he had already chosen his graveyard, and the other party could just come and deliver it.

"Wake up Vervie, we need to hurry."

Sakura squinted and realized she really couldn't refute it, so she had no choice but to step forward and use brute force to dismantle the machine, which then woke up Wilvi, who was furious.

"Look what you've done! You've dismantled my second prototype of 'Flame of the Pigeon'!"

“It’s because you’re too fat. I tried to drag you out last night, but I couldn’t.” Sakura remained unsmiling.

"Then you should be gentler, waaaaah, my masterpiece! You even said you could surpass yours with this thing!" Velvi cried, clutching the wreckage, which gave Sakura a headache. She had no choice but to signal Ryan to take action.

Actually, Vivi wasn't fat, but with their sharp eyes, they could both predict that a certain part of her body would protrude too much and become stuck.

After spending a few days together, Ryan had a basic grasp of how to communicate with the 'Magician', so he grabbed her collar and pulled her up, saying, "Alright, alright, once this matter is settled, I'll allocate a special fund for you to work on this thing."

"Really? You have the authority to approve funding?"

Ryan didn't have that power. In his plan, that power should eventually be in May's hands, but as a friend, it shouldn't be a problem to ask her for some money later.

If all else fails, I'll take it from my savings. What the hell, what kind of loan is this?

Seeing Ryan nod firmly, Velvi immediately felt relieved and stopped making a fuss, obediently standing aside to watch the two talk.

“Vilvie, can you bring out your ‘true self’?”

"Oh, she said she's a little afraid of Miss Sakura, so she won't come out."

Acting out a scene with yourself is fine, but how come you're still socially anxious?

Ryan had originally wanted 'Ideal' Wilvie to come up with a plan, but seeing that she was unwilling to come out, he gave up and pointed into the distance.

"You should have found a place to hide by now, and by the time you're gathering things to make that piece of junk you're making, you should have found one."

“That’s the second prototype of ‘Flame of the Pigeon’!” Velvi corrected firmly, then nodded. “The drill has already made a hole underground, those people definitely won’t be able to find us. I’ll make the signal receiver soon.”

Freshly made is alright.

Seeing her confident demeanor, Ryan figured that 'this little thing' would be no problem for Velvi.

"Okay then, you're in charge of hiding and downloading the data, then figure out a way to send it out. Leave the rest to me."

"And what about me?" Sakura took a step forward.

"Three choices: First, stay and hide with Wilvi; second, leave on your own; third, work with me. Which one do you choose?"

The difficulty increases progressively, but Sakura didn't hesitate to make a '3' gesture: "Going with you may seem like the riskiest thing, but it's actually the safest."

A rational choice; you're not stupid after all.

Ryan suppressed his urge to tease and walked toward the van, only to find the entire back seat crammed with machines, two menacing nozzles protruding from the lathe.

He took out a helmet and tossed it to the girl, then tossed her a captured alloy longsword and waved his hand.

"Sakura, get in the car, let's get to work."

"You're not pretending?"

Ryan, who was opening the car door, turned around and smiled kindly, "Killing everyone is my best disguise; that's the essence of assassination."

Sakura was speechless again, and could only silently open the car door, realizing that she had no reason to refute it.

The engine started, and the dusty van trembled. Ryan stuck his head out of the lathe and looked at Wilvi standing there with a grin.

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and hide!"

"I know, but I just wanted to see your performance."

Neuropathy.

Ryan rolled his eyes, slammed on the gas, and with a screech of burning tires, the van sped off.

It burst off the road, bouncing along the pebble-strewn Gobi Desert. From the sky, a tire track stretched straight southward.

"She hasn't left yet." Sakura looked in the rearview mirror and could see Vervie waving her hand continuously, as if she were saying goodbye to her friend.

"Sometimes I really want to cut her head open and see what's inside."

“I feel the same way. Everyone says that geniuses are crazy. I didn’t think so before, but now I agree.”

"Then we've reached an agreement again. Let's ignore her; the guests have arrived, so let's hold on tight."

A strong push came from behind, and Sakura subconsciously gripped the handrail, sticking her head out of the window. Her hair danced wildly, and she just pressed down on her helmet, looking up at the sky.

A small black dot appeared in the azure sky; the other side had clearly spotted them and was swooping down at full speed.

"It's an AH-42 attack helicopter. The fire control radar has detected us. Be careful—"

Her voice suddenly became shrill, because two white lines appeared in the sky and were rapidly extending in this direction.

They didn't even bother to identify anyone before launching missiles; their killing intent was truly palpable.

Ryan glanced at the rearview mirror but didn't care, because the two missiles started flying erratically when they were about 100 meters away, their white trails twisting together like a ball of yarn.