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

"It's alright. She left Earth under the moon and won't be back for a while," Mebius comforted her, patting Anna's head to calm her down.

If it goes undetected, then it does seem like there's not much of a problem.

Moreover, she and Lord Möbius didn't do anything last night; she simply... used her body to cool Lord Möbius down.

This isn't considered promiscuity, nor is it really considered adultery.

"Lord Mebius, let's turn on the air conditioning next time." She took the initiative to break free from Mebius's embrace, gently turning her head away and whispering, "Besides, I don't think I'm really the Herrscher of Ice."

"Are you sure?" Möbius got out of bed, opened the wardrobe to select clothes, and spoke with his back to Anna.

"Just like breathing, the power of a Herrscher... is instinct. You don't need to know how to use it or how to trigger it. You can try to trigger it, even if you haven't awakened it yet."

"..." Anna lowered her head upon hearing this, gently pulled the blanket up to cover her chest, and then slightly raised her hand.

A sudden chill swept through the air.

"What is this?" She stared in surprise at the ice that had formed on her palm; this was the power to control cold.

Could she really be the destined Herrscher of Ice?

Meanwhile, Mebius, having chosen his clothes, turned to look at the surprised Anna with a slight smile.

"Even though you haven't awakened, you are still the Herrscher of Ice." She said this nonsense with a straight face.

The power Anna possesses today does indeed belong to the Herrscher of Ice, but it does not originate from the Cocoon of the End.

Rather, it came from her gift.

"Lord Möbius, what should I do?" Anna instinctively turned to Möbius for help, who seemed indifferent and helpless.

“Go to the Land of Bliss to train and learn to master the power of the Herrscher of Ice.” Mebius smiled. “Don’t worry, I will help you… fully master the power of the Herrscher of Ice, become the Herrscher of Humanity, and fight for humanity.”

"Thank you, Lord Mebius." Anna thanked him excitedly, grateful that Mebius was willing to help her. She had no desire to become a Herrscher who was devoid of blood and tears and only wanted to destroy human civilization.

“In return,” Mebius seized the opportunity to make a request, “you have to be my pillow at night, it’s been so hot lately.”

“But it would be hard to explain if Lord Moonlight found out.” Anna’s pretty face showed a conflicted expression.

Mebius glanced at her in response.

"Silly girl, with the moon shining... do I need you as my body pillow? I only hug you to cool down when the moon isn't shining."

Chapter 208

I'm not jealous at all.

night.

The silvery moonlight pierced through the clouds and fell upon the statue of Saint Karen in the quiet churchyard.

Beside him, former Bishop Otto Apocalypse looked up at the statue, seemingly lost in reminiscence.

Five hundred years of waiting will be rewarded tonight.

"You'd rather see the real person than a statue, wouldn't you?" A pleasant laugh rang out, pulling Otto out of his reverie and making him look towards the place where it had happened. There were three people there: Möbius, who was responsible for sending him back to the past; his granddaughter Theresa; and his student... Durandal.

“Perhaps it’s the unreal feeling of about to fulfill my wish.” He smiled, his tone relaxed, and answered in a joking manner. “Of course, it could also be that I’ve gotten used to reminiscing, otherwise, five hundred years would be a very difficult time to endure.”

“From now on, you should get used to creating memories.” Mebius chuckled and stopped in front of the statue of Saint Karen.

"I'll wait for you inside the church." With that, she left without waiting for a reply, and Otto didn't stop her. He turned to look at Durandal and Theresa, preparing to say a proper goodbye.

There may not be another chance in the future.

This may explain why Mebius voluntarily gave up space for him to communicate with Durandal and Theresa.

at the same time.

Inside the church.

"...Hua, what brings you here?" Mebius stepped into the church and saw the unexpected figure.

“It was my initiative to come… to meet you,” Fu Hua said. “I want to witness your power to influence spacetime.”

“Hua, you also have many regrets.” Mebius came up to Fu Hua, and their eyes met.

"If it were you, I would do my best to fulfill your wish."

"..." Fu Hua remained silent, then asked Möbius, "I went back to the past, and this timeline... won't disappear, right?"

“Yes, this timeline doesn’t disappear,” Möbius explained calmly. “You’re just going back to a time when they were still alive, before the tragedy happened, and causing the past timeline to… branch out.”

At this point, she added another sentence.

"For you, the people in the branching world lines are all friends you know, and their fates are simply being guided by you to different futures."

“But in this timeline, their fate hasn’t changed at all, right?” Fu Hua lowered her eyes, her voice unusually calm. “Going back to the past wouldn’t change anything that happened in the current timeline.”

“It can be changed,” Möbius replied with certainty, “but at the cost of the current civilization disappearing, and everything that has happened being wiped out.”

Fu Hua: "..."

If one had to describe it, the river of time is like an ever-growing tree, and the timeline is the process of that tree's growth.

The first return to the past that Möbius mentioned is similar to going back to the point in time of hope along the trunk of a tree, so that another branch can sprout anew.

The other option is to return to the point of hope, then cut off the branches and rewrite a brand new destiny.

No matter which method you use, there will be shortcomings.

“For the world, time may simply be the process of things changing,” Möbius said as he approached Fu Hua. “But for an individual, time is very subjective, depending on how you define it.”

"Then how do you define me, Mebius?" Fu Hua asked Mebius.

Mebius smiled at this.

"It's Hua, a friend I can help. However, there are some differences. The Hua in the timeline I changed is much closer to me."

She sighed as she said this.

"No matter what, the other Hua is also a mother."

"..." Fu Hua was slightly stunned, blinked, and wondered if she had misheard. However, having recovered to her peak condition through the World Serpent Technique, there was no way she could have misheard.

"Do you and the other me have children?" she asked, her own feelings uncertain.

Upon hearing this, Mebius smiled, took out a fabricated photograph, moved closer to Fu Hua, and pointed to the little girl in the photograph who resembled both her and Fu Hua.

"Isn't she adorable? This is our daughter." Her smile was radiant, and her emerald green eyes sparkled.

"Hua, can you guess what her name is?"

"...Sorry, I can't guess." Fu Hua was tricked into thinking seriously for a moment, then shook her head earnestly.

"Ellie will help with the child's name," Mebius added, leaving Fu Hua to guess.

If it's to your liking, then once she gets Hua pregnant, she can directly use the name she's given now.

This can be described as killing two birds with one stone.

Fu Hua fell into deep thought again, looking at the cute little girl in the photo, and changed her perspective, wondering what name she would give her daughter if she were the mother.

After a long while, she asked Mebius.

"Whose surname will the child take?"

“Well, of course… guess!” Möbius laughed, tossing a strand of green hair behind his ear. “But the answer is pretty obvious, isn’t it?”

"Möbius, what is your surname?" Fu Hua asked earnestly. In pre-civilized societies that had developed to a certain level, clan and surname did not hold much significance for atomized individuals.

To put it bluntly, so-called relatives may not be as reliable as friends.

Of course, this doesn't mean that social networks based on blood ties are meaningless; it just means little to people at the bottom of society.

Therefore, considering that Möbius's background was not ordinary, with both parents being highly educated social elites.

Having a surname is a perfectly normal thing.

“No,” Mebius shook his head and replied, “My situation is similar to that of Mebius, Sue, and Sakura.”

"..." Fu Hua fell silent, meeting Möbius's cunning eyes, and sighed deeply. "I can't think of anything."

“It’s precisely because it’s difficult that it’s meaningful.” Möbius put his hands behind his back, moved gracefully to Fu Hua’s side, and whispered in her ear with a smile, “This is the fruit of our love, Hua… think about it again.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t imagine what it would be like to date you, Doctor.” Fu Hua raised her hand to cover her forehead. “Most of my memories of you, Doctor, are of your various experiments. I can’t imagine us having a sweet romance and… having children.”

The Dr. Möbius standing before her was clearly different from the Möbius she knew. However, according to Kevin, he was... a Dr. Möbius whose fate had been changed, and whose mindset had been altered by the change in environment.

However, even so, she could not immediately reverse the impression; her body retained instincts that she had not forgotten for fifty thousand years.

That instinct was definitely not...love.

Rather, it is the remnant of the will to survive.

"It seems you still have a deep misunderstanding about me." With a light laugh, Möbius turned his head to look at Otto, who had already stepped in, and Durandal and Theresa, who were standing outside the door.

“Hua, perhaps you’ll change your mind when I bring my daughter to see you.” She turned around, winked playfully at Fu Hua, and then walked towards Otto.

Fu Hua opened her mouth, wanting to explain and refute, but found that she didn't seem to have anything to say.

Previously, Dr. Möbius was seen as dangerous and mad, but now he is enigmatic and alluring.

Although both are essentially elusive and incomprehensible, they evoke completely different feelings in people.