What? My cheat code is making my own gold coins explode?

If this is a spiritual space... what a great opportunity!

Zhao Si moved, slapping Xilin's right cheek with his palm. Under the latter's incredulous gaze, a crisp sound echoed in the white space:

"Since you have no power over yourself, and even the gods cannot see you, then I will correct you!"

“…Zhao—Si—!”

Even after being tricked into entering the mental world of the two of them by Xilin, Zhao Si still didn't want to talk to her and was determined to kill her. Faced with such a human with a will so strong that it was almost evil, Xilin once again felt the helplessness she had felt when she was chased to the point of having no way out by this stubborn person.

"You wouldn't even be moved if a beautiful girl like me stood before you?"

"If I were to make any move, it wouldn't be me!"

Even though they couldn't agree on anything, Zhao Si continued his fight with Xilin, even if it was just a change of venue. The two grappled together, using no-holds-barred, thuggish fighting to tear each other apart.

As the two spiritual bodies came into physical contact during their fight, the memories belonging to Xilin and the memories belonging to the gods flowed back into Zhao Si's body.

Even though Zhao Si refused to receive this useless and redundant information, the process continued irreversibly.

"Zhao Si, tell me, why can't we understand each other?"

"You were the one who wished that this day would come, and now it's your turn to prove it to me!"

At this moment, Zhao Si was gripping Xilin's neck with both hands, and the memories of the pain she suffered in the Tower of Babel were being vividly transmitted into his body.

Xilin simply stared into Zhao Si's eyes, watching as those unmoved eyes finally began to stir. He loosened her neck and was about to say something when another crisp sound rang out on Xilin's left cheek.

So, they put her down just to slap her symmetrical face?!

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

P.S.: November 20, 2024 is my birthday. Please wish me a happy birthday!

I'm already a 23-year-old old man. I've been working for half a year now, and I'm quite happy that things have settled down and I can start writing books again.

Last year, to celebrate my birthday, I bought an HS camera and did a basic assembly.

This year, I suddenly decided to do something like 00, so I went and bought an RG00RXN Seven Swords and planned to repaint all the equipment in one go!

Then, as I didn't say (), I was so busy that I could only paint a portion of the parts a day. Moreover, in the south, the humidity of the day also determines when to start work. There was a week when the humidity was above 80%, which made me stop painting the whole part.

Fortunately, I finished painting the 00 main character and gn Jianwang 3 before my birthday:

Finally, even if I draw it, it won't be a bare skeleton.

I'm also thinking of making a 1/100 scale GK (Ghost Knight) with extraordinary power later on. I hope I'll have time to finish it.

A new year, but not a new life. Keep striving, bro.

Chapter 35: Have you ever seen Phoenix up close?

While the battle of understanding between mortals and Herrschers, and between Newtypes, continues, in the real world, the action forces of Schicksal and Anti-Entropy are also searching for their whereabouts.

The moment Phoenix's entire psycho-frame came into contact with the simulated Feather Dust, a dazzling yet gentle blue-green light was born between them, announcing its location to the entire Siberian plain.

"Fu Hua, Cecilia, look! That light is the same light that pulled the meteorite back to the moon!"

Inside the Destiny private jet, Theresa, who was standing on her seat peering out to check the situation, exclaimed in surprise. The plane's top speed was only Mach 2, but even from a distance, Theresa could still see that warm and comforting light in the distance.

On that day, when Theresa stood on the floating island platform of the Schicksal headquarters and looked up at the meteorite about to enter the atmosphere, the despair in her heart was indescribable.

She had already discussed with Cecilia the idea of ​​building an academy exclusively for Valkyries, promised the boy who went to the battlefield that she would take care of the surviving orphans in the Tower of Babylon, and invited the entire Snow Wolf Squad to come to the academy as teaching assistants...

All promises and empty words, all beautiful visions and futures, all envisioned things, appear pale and powerless in the face of this meteorite that seems to mark the end of time.

It came so suddenly, like a meteorite falling to Earth during the Cretaceous period, giving human civilization no time or means to react. Whenever she thinks about it, Theresa feels a tightness in her chest, as if a meteorite had hit her on the head.

What are the Vishnu Factor, the Honkai Beast that devours everything and evolves, and the Oath of Judah, the Eleventh Divine Key? They all seem pale and powerless in the face of natural disasters, just like the dinosaurs waiting to die on Earth back then.

However, the golden phoenix took away the meteorite, allowing human civilization to avoid destruction at a time that should not have occurred. As a result, people returned to their daily lives, as if the despair that had once permeated the world had disappeared.

Or perhaps it's too terrifying, so people keep quiet about each other and continue to try to live their lives.

"That light has reappeared? It's most likely that it was forced out by the Second Herrscher again. But what I'm wondering is, why did it successfully reappear this time?"

Unlike Theresa, who was clearly excited and thrilled to see something so sacred, Fu Hua was still pondering the matter.

When the meteorite fell on the moon, Fu Hua was completely helpless. Even if she could only protect herself under the meteorite, Fu Hua imagined that she would only have a chance to crawl out of the lifeless land and protect others if she was at her theoretical peak condition.

“Fu Hua, I think the appearance of this light is guiding us. It stays still in one place, but gradually spreads outward... I think we can help this boy.”

Cecilia, who was piloting the private jet, said this as she adjusted the trajectory and headed toward the light 50 kilometers away.

At this time, quite some time had passed since Phoenix descended into the atmosphere to engage in a final battle with the Second Herrscher. It was nearly 2 p.m., and in the Siberian plains during the season of heavy snow in February, the sun had already set, and the sky was dark.

The Destiny and Anti-Entropy flight forces continued to follow the battle trajectory of Phoenix and the Second Herrscher because Phoenix's psycho-frame had been emitting blue light continuously, and the remaining Milovsky particles along the way were constantly interfering with the communication between the special plane and headquarters.

In other words, wherever the signal is bad, that's where the traces of the two having sex in the wild are left... This statement sounds rather strange.

“Cecilia, in fact, even if we get there, it will probably be of no use.”

Based on objective facts, Fu Hua poured cold water on the other two S-class Valkyries on the private jet:

"Among you, is there anyone whose attack speed can match that of the golden machine or the Second Herrscher? Whether it's the release of the Black Abyss White Flower, or Judah's, hmm... chain entanglement?"

Undoubtedly, the one who can't catch up is Fu Hua, who is the last of the three. Her Feather Dust might be of great use, but it's hard to say which side it will be of great use to. At least Fu Hua can sense that the Feather Dust, which should be under her control, becomes more and more active the closer it gets to the brightest light in the night.

It should be noted that even without using the psychoframe for propulsion, Phoenix's atmospheric speed could reach Mach 5 in NT-D mode alone, as observed by both sides.

On the other hand, the Second Herrscher and the Pseudo-Exia Gundam, who can keep up with Phoenix's speed, also need to have a speed that is in sync with or even surpasses that of the opponent in order to have a chance to fight.

Zhao Si was driving the Phoenix, but he was being suppressed and beaten to a standstill by the Second Herrscher after she grew up. However, if he were to fight the remaining members of the Destiny Anti-Entropy team, with the Phoenix's superb power and the support of the psycho-framework, and the continuous replenishment of the I-field, he would really not be able to catch this golden phoenix unless he was also frozen and hit in the face by a silver bullet.

As for whether they can win or not, we'll have to see how it goes in person.

"We can't catch it, but the outcome is still uncertain."

Fu Hua continued thinking along these lines, which then veered towards rather dangerous ideas such as "how to end a fight" and "how to take this machine away for research."

"Hello? Can you hear me? There aren't many residual particles here, so short-range communication shouldn't be a problem."

"Siegfried! Have you recovered? How are you feeling? Are you experiencing any discomfort?"

"Hey hey hey! Honey, don't fly the plane over here yet! I'm fine, I'm fine. The people from Anti-Entropy are all treating me very well, except for one guy named Thunder Dragon Horse who I don't know why he seems to dislike me... Uh cough cough, we'll talk about that later. Are you guys also going to participate in the operation to help Zhao Si?"

Siegfried and Cecilia, having been apart for a short time, were like newlyweds, immediately engaging in a great deal of conversation on the public chat, basically exchanging four or five casual remarks before getting down to business.

Ugh, my in-laws are so mushy.

Even Fu Hua couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, thinking to herself.

At this moment, Yu Duchen within Fu Hua's body became increasingly active. Even though it had been with Fu Hua for over 50,000 years, it couldn't help but be drawn to the approaching machine.

"That golden machine over there, that's..."

"Phenex, that machine is Gundam Phenex."

In the channel, Siegfried, who had been chatting with Cecilia, suddenly answered Fu Hua's question, his tone carrying a hint of admiration:

Have you ever seen Phoenix up close?

As their respective planes drew closer to the Phoenix Gundam lying on the ground, Fu Hua replied:

“I’ve never been this close before, but I’m quite familiar with its results.”

This was the first time she had seen the machine so closely, and its performance was just like its name, rising from the ashes time and time again from the brink of despair.

Yes, without a doubt.

Another voice, different from Siegfried's, entered the channel; it was Walter Yang, the leader of the Anti-Entropy Alliance:

"It has saved more lives than you can imagine."

For a moment, everyone was filled with awe and respect, but—

Just then, Yu Duchen activated.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

PS: Actually, this update is from yesterday. I'll take a nap and then get up to continue writing, hehehe.

Chapter Thirty-Six: Memory is the Opening Line of a Dream (Images have been added, please refresh)

Zhao Si, whose Zhao is the same as Zhao Qian Sun Li, and whose Si is the same as slow and deliberate, is still alive.

I'm 23 years old and a corporate slave.

As always, after visiting the anime convention, I went shopping at the anime mall.

He doesn't usually go out in public, and he goes out in casual clothes. He's 1.78 meters tall, neither tall nor short, with a well-proportioned but not particularly strong build. Although he's been toasted quite a few times while working, none of his superiors can hold their liquor as well as he can.

I usually just carry a power bank and a mobile phone when I go out, as well as a hiking backpack with the 08ms team theme, so I can easily buy any glue I want when I see it.

He had actually visited these shops dozens of times, but each time he went shopping, he had a completely new experience. Whether he knew the names of the shops or not, whether he knew the brands or not, he wanted to buy everything he saw!

But no money.

Comic conventions are held on weekends, which is always the busiest time of year. Zhao Si displays his most confident products in every shop's display case. For poor people, just looking at the products is enough to satisfy their cravings.

Some poses are trendy and Tang style, and you can tell at first glance that the person who placed them has no steel spirit. Other poses are powerful and strong, and even through the glass cabinet, you can feel the charm contained in this plastic!

"Hmm? Hmm—↑mg Kasha, just stand there and break the armor, add some photo-etched parts, paint the exposed power pipes and internal structure with a metallic color, casually stick on some large water decals, and finally spray a layer of matte finish on the outer armor, and the Power! Power! vibe will come out. I'll copy this homework, and my old one at home needs a refurbishment too."