Sorry, you scumbag woman, you can do whatever you want.

"Is that so? Let me think about it." Without immediately agreeing, Möbius pinched her chin with her slender hand and fell into a long period of contemplation.

She wasn't actually considering whether or not to agree.

The current situation was originally the result of her own efforts; it's just that she was somewhat unsure whether "Kagome" would travel to this era.

Now that Kagome has returned to this era, she naturally needs to adjust the details of her plan and use Kagome to achieve a technological explosion akin to a superhuman transformation.

"Let me see how many miracles humanity can create in the future." She lowered her hand from her chin and smiled gently at Kagome. "I will help you contact the evil god's enemies, defeat the evil god's true form, and reclaim humanity's future."

"Thank you, thank you so much!" Kagome exclaimed excitedly, gazing at the gentle-smiling green-haired beauty. "Lord Möbius, you are truly a wonderful god!"

“…Not a god, but a monster.” Mebius glanced at the agitated Kagome and warned her, “Whether someone is good or bad cannot be determined by words. This world is far more complex than you imagine.”

"Mmm." Kagome nodded obediently, listening to the god's teachings. For her, it was a blessing to meet a kind god at the beginning of the game, who would help her contact various forces, defeat the evil god, and seize the future of humanity.

That's already the best possible outcome.

……

……

at the same time.

In France.

Inside the dilapidated church.

Blood stained the walls and benches, including the sacred statue of the cross, all stained red by the splattered blood. The flowing blood slid down the statue's eye sockets and dripped onto the ground with a soft thud.

The bodies of dozens of nuns, knights, and priests lay scattered on the ground, lifeless, their unclosed eyes filled with terror.

And that's only natural.

"Do you have the strength to defeat me, Remilia?" The arrogant voice revealed absolute condescension.

However, the owner of the voice was not a tall, mature woman.

Instead, it was a blue-haired girl dressed in Lolita fashion, with her hands on her hips and small wings spread behind her back.

"...I foresaw your fate of death long ago." She scoffed dismissively, brimming with confidence. As a vampire with the power to control destiny, everything was as clear as the lines on her palm, including the fate of these attackers.

"Oh, but wasn't my sister very panicked just now?" A curious and innocent voice came from the side. Then, a blonde little girl emerged from the shadows. Her wings were very distinctive, adorned with many beautiful gems. Her aura was pure yet carried a deadly danger.

“Flandre, that’s to lower the enemy’s guard.” Remilia put her hands on her hips and explained to her sister Flandre, “Battle requires wisdom, not just brute force.”

"Really? As expected of my older sister." Flandre clapped her hands. Whether she believed it or not, Remilia was quite satisfied with herself for being able to say something so profound.

“Fate is laid bare before me.” She couldn’t help but gloat, about to make a prophecy, before falling silent.

What I see is the future... crimson.

No, to be more precise, it was despair. A crimson dragon approached from the distant heavens, emanating a terrifying aura capable of engulfing the world.

Then, the red dragon descended upon their world and breathed out flames powerful enough to burn the world.

That's all for predicting the future.

"Sister, what's wrong?" Fran blinked in confusion, looked at Remilia with confidence, and then suddenly crouched down to protect herself.

I don't quite understand what happened.

"Fran, let's run!" Remilia lowered her hands from her head, placed them on her sister's shoulder, and said seriously, "Let's escape to the Demon Realm, or... Hell is fine too, we can't stay in this world."

“But haven’t we been running the whole time?” Flandre said the harsh truth: until now, she and her sister have been either running away or fighting.

It wasn't just the Vatican that wanted to kill the two sisters; there were also witchers, their own kind, magicians, and so on.

If it weren't for her and her sister's very special abilities...

They would have been killed or captured long ago.

“This time we’ll go even further,” Remilia explained. “In a little over two months, a red dragon will descend upon our world and destroy it with dragon fire.”

"Sister, can't we change our fate either?" Flandre asked curiously, only to see Remilia's expression freeze.

Well, it seems there's no way to change it.

“…Fate can be changed, but the scale must also be considered,” Remilia explained apologetically.

Admittedly, she does have the ability to influence destiny, such as making someone rich overnight, or getting promoted and making money, or having such good luck with men that she can have a harem.

However, there are limits. If the other party is a god with a certain level of power, then it will become very difficult for her to interfere with fate.

The fate of the strong is usually in their own hands.

"Anyway, let's run in that direction!" She pointed into the distance, her small wings fluttering slightly. "The direction that fate guides us will save us from the calamity of the red dragon."

After saying that, she took her sister Flandre and, using the usual method of traveling through the night, with the unparalleled stamina of a vampire, crossed mountains and seas, heading towards a certain island nation.

They were searching for an opportunity to escape the calamity of the Red Dragon.

……

……

Moon.

Inside the castle of the evil god.

Kaguya Houraisan gracefully set down her teacup, gazing helplessly at the faceless silver figure opposite her, and sighed softly:

"Lord Evil God, you still have some dignity."

"Does face matter that much?" The silver humanoid carrying Mebius's will touched its faceless body.

"Anyway, that's not my real face."

“That would be much more pleasing to the eye,” Kaguya Houraisan explained. “Now that I can only face the evil god, I naturally want to see him in a more normal form.”

"Is that so?" The silver humanoid carrying Möbius's will shrugged. "I thought you and Eirin Yagokoro would have a lot of fun chatting in private and wouldn't feel lonely."

"I haven't been hiding anything from Lord Jashin, have I?" Kaguya Houraisan smiled faintly, showing no sign of panic.

During the time she was imprisoned in the Jashin Castle, she did contact Eirin Yagokoro and talked a lot about the Jashin.

This includes the origins of the evil god himself.

“Not hiding it is still going too far, isn’t it?” Mebius shook his head and muttered in dissatisfaction, “Kaguya’s body is already mine, but her heart is with someone else, and they still contact each other in private.”

She raised her hand to cover her face.

"Kaguya, you're such a fickle woman."

Kaguya of Mount Penglai: "..."

Chapter 136

许愿

“An abnormal rate of evolution.” Yagokoro Eirin frowned, looking at the constantly evolving nanobots in the petri dish.

"Lord Eirin, have you discovered anything?" Beside her, a moon rabbit wearing glasses looked somewhat nervous. She raised her hand to push up her glasses, and the rabbit ears on her head stood up nervously.

The situation in the Moon Capital is very tense right now. If even the Moon's mind can't deal with the clone that carries the will of the evil god, then...

The future of the lunar capital is now uncertain.

“The evil god’s clones are constantly evolving at an accelerated pace,” Yagokoro Eirin explained calmly. “This abnormal rate of evolution is like the evil god obtaining the final blueprints for evolution and abandoning the time for trial and error and adjustments.”

"Constantly accelerating evolution?" Moon Rabbit swallowed nervously. "But Lady Eirin, according to our previous investigation, the evolution speed of the evil god's clone should be getting slower and slower."

It's not that they need to; they do have ample data to prove that the avatars of evil gods, with their increasing precision and complexity, are evolving at a slower and slower pace. Some Moon People and Moon Rabbits even make optimistic estimates.

Sooner or later, the evolution speed of the evil god's clones will slow down, giving them enough time to find the weaknesses of the evil god's clones.

"..." Yagokoro Eirin shook her head slightly, offering no further explanation, but Tsukito, standing nearby, dared not question her.

Instead, it raises a question.

"Lord Eirin, what is the final evolved form of nanobots...? Is there a way to target it?"

“Replacement.” Yagokoro Eirin answered calmly, “In the process of continuous self-replication and evolution, it replaces the foundation of everything that exists in the ‘world’, which is to say, ‘possessing’ the world.”

"Is it even possible to do something like this?" Swallowing hard, the bespectacled Moon Rabbit felt a chill run down his spine. They were actually fighting against such a dangerous thing and still managed to survive.

“It’s impossible to do it in a short time.” Yagokoro Eirin shook her head. “Even if it takes a thousand or ten thousand years, we might not be able to design such a diagram.”

"Is that so?" The moon rabbit, wearing glasses, lowered its perked-up ears and breathed a sigh of relief, only to hear a chilling reply.

“But it is indeed evolving in that direction.” Yagokoro Eirin stared intently at the nanobots in the petri dish, which were constantly evolving and changing their way of existence. No… perhaps, they could no longer be called nanobots.

In the words of that evil god, it is... Honkai, a special kind of energy that possesses properties similar to divine power.

Could it be that the evil god really came from another universe, and therefore possessed the blueprint of evolved nanobots?

Therefore, nanomachines can undergo a leapfrog evolution.

“Eirin, you really know me.” The voice of the evil god… no, it was Möbius, suddenly appeared in the laboratory.

"Seriously, I'm liking you more and more."

"Evil God!" Moon Rabbit jumped up in alarm, as if teleporting, and hid behind Yagokoro Eirin, nervously staring at the silver eyeball in the petri dish.

It's a perverse sense of humor, like the way someone looks at ants.