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

To prevent unexpected situations from occurring.

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……

after a while.

In front of a dessert shop.

"...and just like that, she left." Himeko sat in the white chair, her slender hand gently supporting her chin, and smiled as she looked at Fu Hua across the table. "So, this three-person date has become a two-person one."

“We are not in the relationship you imagine.” Fu Hua’s voice was calm and steady. To her… Möbius was a special person.

However, those were mostly old friends, whose presence resonated with my body and soul, even though I had no memory of them.

Therefore, she did not refuse Möbius's playful request to wear a wedding dress, nor did she refuse this seemingly ambiguous three-person date.

She would only grant Möbius's request if absolutely necessary.

They will all provide a certain degree of satisfaction.

"Hua, you're surprisingly rigid in some ways." Himeko shook her head, looking at the serious Fu Hua, and asked casually, "You're really too indulgent with Mebius. Haven't you ever thought about rejecting her?"

“They’re just some trivial matters, there’s no need to refuse.” Fu Hua answered subconsciously. In her view, the help she could offer Möbius was all trivial, and it wouldn’t hurt to fulfill his requests.

This has nothing to do with major issues of right and wrong.

"..." Himeko looked at Fu Hua with a somewhat complicated expression. She didn't know Fu Hua very well, and they only got to know each other during this mission. However, she did know a little about Fu Hua's overly serious personality.

Such people are very easy to be manipulated by cunning individuals. For example, Fu Hua was unconsciously guided to act by Mebius's sweet calls of "Hua".

However, it seems that Fu Hua did not realize the key point, which was that she trusted and cooperated with Mebius too much.

You should know that Fu Hua is... a spy.

"...Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Fu Hua said seriously, looking at Himeko's complicated expression.

Himeko simply rolled her eyes and didn't say much; people are often unaware of their own limitations.

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World Serpent.

Inside a laboratory.

"No problem, it's just a matter of preserving self-awareness." Jackal sat on the bench, her charming face full of confidence. "With a little research, I can handle it and allow the bacterial-level Honkai Beasts to spread safely."

"That ultimately contains the power of the Key of Corruption." Gray Serpent was still a little uneasy, and added to the confident Jackal.

“That’s crucial to our victory over the Honkai.” He tried to remain patient as much as possible and to have faith in the Jackal’s abilities.

However, I feel that I can't completely let go.

"You really trust that woman... no, Mebius." Jackal's words were cut short when Gray Serpent's aura turned cold, and he quickly switched to a more polite form of address.

It seems that the gray snake is related to the existence of Mebius.

They weren't as indifferent as they seemed.

"It doesn't matter who it is, as long as we can defeat the Honkai." Gray Serpent's tone remained as calm as ever.

"Don't worry, it's not technically difficult. I'll show you the results in a couple of days." Jackal looked very confident and snapped his fingers.

Instantly, a virtual projection interface appeared out of thin air, showing a corpse undergoing modification by a bacterial Honkai Beast, seemingly intended to revitalize the dead body and restart its lost consciousness.

However, in the next instant, the previously peaceful corpse suddenly opened its eyes, let out a sharp roar, and launched an indiscriminate attack on the cell.

It's clear that something unexpected happened.

Gray Snake: "..."

If he had known better, he wouldn't have made such confident promises to Mebius, assuring him that the World Serpent was capable of solving the problem.

Let Möbius handle the research directly.

"This... is probably just because too much Honkai energy was used, resulting in over-modification of the corpses," Jackal said softly, turning his head to the side.

Gray Serpent remained silent, letting out a helpless sigh before turning and leaving. He had an even more important task at hand: to deliver that power of immortality to Mebius as soon as possible.

"Hey... Grey Snake, this was just an accident!" Jackal shouted an explanation as Grey Snake walked away without saying a word.

"I'll be able to figure it out soon!"

Gray Snake: "..."

Chapter 18

Date her and make her shy

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Standing in front of the vending machine, Mebius looked at the wide variety of drinks and his eyes settled on a bottle of "tomato" flavored beverage.

"How about the tomato flavor?" she asked Theresa beside her, only to be met with a charming eye roll from the other.

"Mébius, are you equating tomatoes with blood?" Theresa chuckled, looking at Mébius's pretty face. "You think that because blood and tomatoes are both red, you can substitute for each other?"

“Hmm, I’ve had that naive thought before.” Möbius blinked and gave a mischievous smile. “But, has Theresa thought that way too? We really do get along very well.”

In her past life, she was also naive at times, and for a period of time she was fascinated by vampires and liked to use ketchup to imitate them.

Well, if I eat tomatoes, it's like I'm a vampire.

“…You get along well with everyone,” Theresa said softly. She felt that Möbius could talk to anyone if he wanted to.

However, this is contingent on Mebius himself being willing.

“Theresa… no, you are special in front of me.” Möbius chuckled and said, then his gaze locked onto a bottle of bitter melon juice. “Want to try the bitter melon juice? You might be surprised if you like it.”

“Bitter melon juice, it sounds like a dark drink.” Theresa wanted to shake her head to refuse, but then she heard a “thump” as Mebius had already bought the bitter melon juice and handed it to her.

"Try it. If it doesn't taste good, I'll drink it." Möbius smiled, with a hint of mischief and certainty.

Theresa next door likes to drink bitter melon juice, so does Theresa in this world have the same preference?

That's quite intriguing.

"Hmm, I'll give it a try." Taking the bitter melon juice, Theresa unscrewed the cap, carefully took a sip, and her brows furrowed.

"It doesn't taste good, it's too bitter." She handed the bitter melon juice to Mebius with one hand, while covering her cherry lips tightly with the other, seemingly unable to bear the taste of the bitter melon juice at all.

"Really?" With a hint of helplessness, Mebius took the bitter melon juice offered to him, frowned, and took a sip.

Ugh, it really tastes awful.

However, wasting food is bad civilization, so it's better to drink it all.

"Is it good?" Theresa asked with a smile, only to be met with Mebius shaking his head and a bitter expression.

"It tastes awful." She succinctly expressed her opinion, wondering what strange idea the beverage company had.

It's unbelievable that they would make a beverage like bitter melon juice.

“Actually, I think it tastes great.” Theresa reached out and took the bitter melon juice from Mebius’s hand, and naturally took a big gulp. Her expression was completely different from her previous bitterness; on the contrary, she seemed to really like it.

"Oh dear, I've been tricked!" Mebius looked surprised; she hadn't expected Theresa to be so cunning as to deceive her.

“Vampires are very cunning creatures.” Theresa chuckled slightly with a hint of smugness, leaning forward slightly to face Mebius, playfully closing one eye. “Don’t believe everything a vampire says.”

Throughout their interactions, Möbius always maintained the upper hand, displaying an unwavering confidence that indicated he was in complete control.

So, occasionally she would want to see Möbius's surprised expression.

but.

“I never expected Theresa to want to kiss me indirectly.” Möbius lightly touched his red lips with his fingers, smiling as he looked at the beverage bottle in Theresa’s hand. “If you want, I won’t refuse at all.”

"Huh?" Theresa subconsciously looked down at the beverage bottle, her cheeks quickly turning red. She had just indirectly kissed Mebius.

He had only wanted to see Mebius's surprised expression.

"Be bold, I won't refuse Theresa." Mebius placed his slender hand on Theresa's shoulder and slowly moved closer to her, their breaths becoming warmer.

The distance between their lips is getting closer.

"..." Theresa instinctively wanted to escape, but her body was too stiff to obey her commands, and she could only watch helplessly as Mebius approached.

Not at all disgusted, but rather, my heart was leaping with joy. The urge to suck blood seemed insignificant in the face of such intense emotions.

She was shy and wanted to hide, yet she didn't want to hide.

However, just then.

"...Theresa, if we kiss now?" Möbius stopped what he was doing and looked at Theresa's slightly confused face, asking, "Would our mouths taste like bitter melon?"

The atmosphere became tense.

Theresa blinked her beautiful eyes, saw Möbius's mischievous expression, clenched her slender hand into a fist, and stepped on Möbius's foot. Then, as if fleeing, she turned and left.

No, she couldn't let Möbius see her blushing face.