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

"Yes, it's over." Kagome turned her head, gave the two little girls a forced smile, her feelings were complicated and hard to describe.

Was her fate already predetermined? Even if she traveled back in time, she would only become a link in the chain of destiny.

The established history cannot be changed.

After this battle, people no longer harbored any resentment towards Lord Möbius, who was omniscient, omnipotent, and supremely benevolent, and began to acknowledge Him as the ruler of this world.

Faith, power, and wealth all transfer naturally.

……

……

Moon.

Inside the cold royal palace.

The void space opened up, revealing countless red eyeballs, some mocking, some malicious, some sarcastic, all looking at everything around them.

What's even more chilling is the interior, where it seems as if eerie tentacles are writhing.

However, as a delicate, fair hand reached out, much of the eerie and chilling feeling disappeared.

Yukari Yakumo walked out gracefully, glanced at everyone present, and then met the gaze of Mebius on the throne.

He then handed over the Crimson Dragon Emperor's soul.

"Finally freed from the cycle of reincarnation." Yukari Yakumo breathed a sigh of relief, feeling weary of the endless battles.

Although she wasn't fighting herself, just watching... was tedious enough. All she could do was talk to Mebius.

However, she also benefited from being able to communicate with Mebius only through their souls, which alleviated the boredom and monotony of the time.

Their relationship grew even closer.

"Then go and rest for a while." Mebius chuckled, and Yakumo Yukari didn't refuse stubbornly, calmly bidding farewell to everyone.

Then, it disappeared into the gap.

"Is there anything you want to ask?" Möbius blinked her beautiful eyes and looked at Tsukiyomi, Eirin Yagokoro, and Kikyo, asking them.

“You can ask anytime.” Kikyo gently shook her head, her clear, bright eyes reflecting Möbius’s weary appearance.

"Go and rest, don't push yourself too hard." Her tone revealed concern, but also an unquestionable authority.

"I can only guess what happened. I'll ask Princess Yorihime and Princess Toyohime about it." Eirin Yagokoro nodded slightly, not intending to go to Möbius for details.

At this point, Mebius was indeed mentally exhausted.

"Okay, go and rest." Yueye nodded. She had a cold personality and could be said to be indifferent to many things.

Moreover, for her... the fact that Mebius was resting, not dragging her to sleep, and tormenting her was something to be very happy about.

however.

"Then I'll take a nap first." With a yawn, Mebius reached out and placed his hand on Tsukiyo's shoulder, forcibly dragging her away under her questioning gaze.

"I'm still missing a soft, fragrant pillow, otherwise I won't be able to sleep well," she explained casually, pulling the dejected Moonlit Night away as they disappeared.

When you're mentally exhausted, you naturally need to hug a beautiful girl to rest and quickly recover your energy.

If you don't believe me, you can try it.

……

……

Back in her dorm room, Mebius sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at the Crimson Dragon Emperor wrapped around her wrist. It was a male dragon, and it wasn't quite right to keep it in her bedroom.

If she wanted to do something strange with Tsukiyomi, she could easily be watched the whole time.

Think for a moment.

"Mebius, what do you want to do?!" The Crimson Dragon Emperor sensed something was wrong; he noticed that Mebius's gaze was becoming increasingly dangerous.

A moment later, he understood what Möbius intended to do.

"The boundary between male and female dragons." Mebius used the power of the boundary to directly change the gender of the Crimson Dragon Emperor from the bottom up to... female dragon.

The atmosphere froze.

Then, before the Crimson Dragon Emperor could react, she threw it into an unknown sphere cage, which, unsurprisingly, was probably... a man-made miniature black hole.

"This is outrageous!" The Crimson Dragon Emperor roared in fury, unleashing terrifying power as he tried to break free of the black hole's restraints. However, he discovered that... it would be difficult to do so in a short time.

By the time he shatters the black hole, Mebius will have already woken up.

After all, the flow of time in a black hole is different from that in the outside world.

Sure enough, it didn't take long.

A delicate, fair hand reached into the black hole, grasped the Crimson Dragon Emperor's soul, and pulled it out of the black hole.

"She looks much cuter this way." Mebius leaned against the headboard, holding up the soul of the Crimson Dragon Emperor, her beautiful face radiating a gentle smile.

However, in the eyes of the Crimson Dragon Emperor, it was a very wicked and malicious smile, and she had no interest in acknowledging the good intentions of this wicked woman.

"Boring." She scoffed, maintaining her dragon-like arrogance, closing her eyes to avoid looking at this wicked woman, Mebius.

The winner lives and the loser dies; this is a matter of course to her, and she would not feel hatred even if Mebius killed her.

Life and death were entirely Möbius's prerogative.

However, this would not make her treat Möbius well, much less submit to him.

There will be no lamentation, no pleading.

Since her opponent defeated her through their own strength and wisdom, she will accept her defeat.

They are also willing to accept their own death.

“I want to turn you… into a weapon; killing you would be a waste,” Mebius calmly stated the fact.

That's right, she never intended to kill the Crimson Dragon Emperor in the first place; instead, she planned to turn him into a weapon.

A weapon that can multiply one's own power.

Admittedly, she rarely engages in battle herself; normally, she commands her creations and subordinates to fight.

However, in a place like the cycle of reincarnation, there may always be times when a purely violent solution is needed.

Therefore, the Crimson Dragon Emperor's ability to "double" still has value.

"Made into weapons... Ha, that's quite remarkable." The Crimson Dragon Emperor paused slightly, then seemed to remember something.

In her world, there was a god who loved to turn the strong into weapons and then give them to humans to use, so that humans could protect themselves from the threats of gods and demons.

“Your abilities are quite useful,” Mebius asked. “Red Dragon Emperor, should I erase your consciousness?”

She gazed at the palm-sized Crimson Dragon Emperor wrapped around her wrist; it looked like a bracelet, and its appearance was surprisingly cute.

However, this only applies when the soul is lost and the power is severely depleted.

Its essence is a dragon that craves battle.

"This is the freedom of the victor," the Crimson Dragon Emperor replied. She did not beg for mercy in fear, even though this outcome... made her feel sorrowful.

“I see. No wonder you weren’t angry when I turned you into a female dragon,” Mebius said thoughtfully.

The Crimson Dragon Emperor twitched her lips at this, wishing she could unleash a burst of dragon flame to kill Mebius. It was no wonder she didn't care.

As the loser, she simply didn't want to vent her frustration in a meaningless and embarrassing way.

Could her complaining and cursing, this ugly behavior, possibly change Möbius's mind? No, it would only make Möbius laugh.

She was seen as a loser, wailing in despair.

"Hmph." Closing her eyes, she no longer wanted to speak and began to wait for her barrier to open. Before she died, she did not want to curse or swear at Mebius.

"Looks like you're angry." Mebius chuckled, pinching the Crimson Dragon Emperor's soul. "Speaking of which, if I were to throw your soul... in front of your closest friends, what would they think of you as a mother dragon?"

Upon hearing this, the Crimson Dragon Emperor trembled and stared at Mebius in horror. She did indeed have a close friend, no... an enemy.

The White Dragon Emperor possesses power completely opposite to hers; if her power is doubled, then the White Dragon Emperor's power is halved.

The battle between the two dragons has lasted for countless years; they are enemies, yet also close friends.

Therefore, she... absolutely did not want to become a mother dragon and appear beside the White Dragon Emperor.

Just thinking about that scene makes me want to die.

"What exactly... do you want!" she couldn't help but exclaim, unable to remain calm. "Stop testing me, just say it!"

These clever guys are cunning and shrewd; they always speak in riddles and circumlocutions.

“It’s not a test, it’s a threat,” Mebius corrected, and the Crimson Dragon Emperor had no rebuttal; the loser, naturally, had no say.

"I can spare your consciousness, and I can set you free, but you must help me without reservation... get through the three mission worlds." She calmly stated her request.

The Crimson Dragon Emperor froze, staring intently into Mebius's eyes. Their gazes met, confirming that the other was telling the truth.

Having traversed three mission worlds... not long.

"Are you serious?" she asked earnestly, and received an affirmative answer from Möbius.

“That’s right, you just need to go through three mission worlds.” Mebius assured him, “I don’t hate your existence. If I have time, I can even help you create a body so that you can be completely resurrected.”

The conditions are ridiculously good.