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

"To perform surgery while the patient is conscious?" Mebius put on gloves and a mask, and asked Velvie, who was sitting on the operating table, "Are you sure you want to do that?"

"Is that not allowed?" Velvi asked, and then she received an affirmative answer.

“No problem.” Mebius chuckled. “Reducing your pain while you are conscious is not difficult for me.”

At this point, she shook her head again.

"But are you sure you want to do that? You might suffer psychological trauma that won't heal in a short time."

“That’s something the experts need to consider.” Shaking her head, Velvi lay on the operating table and closed her eyes slightly.

The personality has been switched.

"Let's begin. Don't worry about my mental health." Her voice, which had been lively, became indifferent.

Without refusing, Möbius's gaze turned calm, all her usual gentleness vanished, and she seemed to become a cold machine. The beauty before her no longer held any attraction for her.

The entire surgical procedure was cold and devoid of emotion. Both Möbius, who performed the surgery, and Vervi, who calmly observed it, were excessively rational and composed.

If there were outsiders here, they would definitely be stunned by such a scene.

While it's true that some people undergo surgery while fully conscious, this is mostly to protect certain brain functions from damage. People who calmly undergo surgery, carefully study the procedure, and analyze it are a different story.

It's not that there's none, but... it's extremely rare.

Post-surgery.

Mebius took off his mask and looked at Vervie, who was already dressed again and sitting sideways on the operating table.

Despite having undergone surgery, she showed no signs of post-operative weakness.

"The technology you possess is ahead of its time," Velvi, the "expert," said calmly. "Using the core of the Herrscher of Reason, you should be able to create a complete human body, right?"

After the surgery, Mebius used the power of the Herrscher of Reason to create stem cells and fill the places in her body that needed them, giving the impression that Mebius was sculpting a clay figure.

Therefore, her physical condition was not seriously affected after the surgery, as she only needed to adapt to the power brought by the super-mutant factor.

However, given her genius, she won't need to use this power for long, and it won't affect her normal life.

"You're starting to believe that I gained knowledge from the future?" Mebius chuckled, but then saw Velvey shake her head, offering a very calm and rational analysis.

“If you have knowledge of the future, it can’t be just this level,” she asserted.

While Mebius's current technical prowess is impressive, it doesn't exceed the limits of her comprehension. If Mebius were to truly return from 50,000 years in the future, the knowledge she possesses would undoubtedly surpass the limits of current civilization.

Even if she couldn't understand it in a short time, the knowledge that Möbius possessed now didn't amount to the weight of fifty thousand years.

Unless, unfortunately, Möbius was trapped in a cage for 50,000 years and had no way to update and iterate his knowledge system, he could only deduce things in his mind.

“Perhaps you don’t know me well enough.” Möbius shook his head, then winked playfully.

"But I know you, Virvi, very well."

"..." The "expert" Velvi was speechless for a moment, then closed her eyes and switched personalities. She was not very good at dealing with Mebius's flirting, but she would be much better as the Magician.

"Magicians are always shrouded in mystery." After reopening her eyes, Velvet's tone changed, but her smile remained confident and lively. "What you know might just be an illusion."

"Are you referring to the personality that's hidden in its deepest recesses?" Mebius asked with a light laugh, and saw that Velvi's expression stiffen, clearly having had her thoughts guessed.

"It seems I guessed right. Your original personality has been hidden all along. Why hasn't it appeared?"

She pinched her chin, pretending to begin her analysis, but was pulled by the hand by Vervier and led out of the basement.

"Now that the experiment is finally complete, let's test my abilities."

"Wait, don't change the subject," Möbius complained, but didn't continue speculating.

No rush. She has plenty of time in the future to slowly break down Velvi's defenses and gradually draw out the deepest part of Velvi.

That's when... I can truly understand Vervie.

Don't misunderstand, getting to know each other deeply means being honest with each other and bridging the gap between hearts, it doesn't mean anything else.

……

……

Moon stars are rare.

After dinner, Mebius, Vervière, and Aponia went for a walk together.

Then, they returned to their residence.

"Why don't you try on your new clothes?" Mebius asked, holding a towel and drying his wet hair, looking at Aponia sitting on the sofa. "You wear your nun's habit every day; people almost think that's all you know."

“I’m used to it.” Aponia shook her head gently. She wore a nun’s habit most of the time, not because she had a special preference for it, but mainly because it was convenient and cheap.

If you wear other clothes, you need to buy them yourself, but if you wear nun's habit, the church will provide it.

That way you can save on unnecessary expenses.

“At least try on the new pajamas,” Möbius chuckled. “Otherwise, it would be such a waste to buy them and not wear them.”

"No...no need." Aponia's tone was a little unnatural, her cheeks slightly flushed, as she softly refused, "I can dress myself, so I don't need your help?"

“I didn’t say I was going to help you put it on,” Mebius said, looking puzzled. She had only told Aponia to try on the new pajamas.

however.

“I’m sorry, I misspoke.” Aponia shook her head slightly and stood up. “I’m a little tired, so I’ll go and rest.”

After saying that, she hurriedly left the living room and returned to her bedroom, followed by the faint sound of the door being locked.

"..." Möbius blinked, and after a moment's thought, he understood Aponia's unusual behavior. Could it be that she "foresaw" what he was going to do, which was why she left in such a hurry?

Hmm, this isn't good... I was lied to.

Chapter 90

Please, don't be so astringent.

Twilight Street.

Inside the secluded, dilapidated tavern, a cacophony of voices filled the air, a gathering of gangsters, criminals, thugs, prostitutes, and drug dealers.

The air was thick with the smell of smoke and alcohol.

This is pretty much what a chaotic and polluted environment looks like.

However, at that moment, a gentle and holy nun pushed open the door and walked in, attracting the attention of everyone in the tavern. Whether they were gang members, criminals, or prostitutes, they were all stunned.

It was so out of place that it took some getting to the point where people couldn't understand why a nun would come to such a shady place.

Incomprehensible.

It was like a little white rabbit deliberately walking into a pack of wolves, clearly courting death. All sorts of malicious gazes fell on that clueless nun.

but.

“…Aponia!” someone uttered the name of the gentle nun. Although the voice was not loud, it seemed to possess a magical quality, instantly plunging the entire tavern into a deathly silence. Everyone stared intently at Aponia at the tavern entrance.

Some people instinctively pulled out daggers, while others took a step or two back in fear, staring at the beautiful nun in horror.

In Twilight Street, the name "Aponia" often signifies eeriness and danger. Every villain who comes into contact with "Aponia" undergoes a radical transformation, turning from scum into a good person.

Moreover, Aponia commands monsters of the caliber of Thousand Calamities, making Aponia arguably the most violent being in Twilight Street.

No one dared to provoke them, and no one dared to approach them.

"They all seem to be afraid of you."

Suddenly, a gentle voice broke the silence of the tavern. A beautiful woman with long green hair tied in a ponytail, dressed as a married woman, walked in. She stood next to Aponia, calmly looking at everyone in the tavern.

“Don’t worry, the surveillance here… has been taken care of, and no one can escape.” She explained to Aponia with a smile, “It doesn’t matter what they do, no one cares about their situation.”

As soon as she finished speaking, the mercenaries in the tavern seemed to be provoked, staring coldly at the gentle beauty dressed as a married woman.

Then, with a "bang," someone suddenly fired a shot, and everyone can imagine what happened next: the gentle and beautiful woman dressed as a married woman was shot and killed.

However, a green lightning bolt suddenly exploded in the air, followed by a bullet piercing the ceiling.

The bullet was deflected.

“That was dangerous, I almost died.” Möbius smiled faintly, took a step back and hid behind Aponia. “Don’t hesitate, give them the discipline.”

After completing the super-transformation surgery, they returned to Twilight Street the next day to test Aponia's abilities, which were powerful enough to change people's hearts.

Discipline is a spiritual ability that can easily control others, shape a person's personality, and plan specific behavioral guidelines.

The human spirit is like clay before her, ready to be molded into any shape she desires.

They were all very easy.

“I understand.” Aponia lowered her eyes, clasped her hands together at her chest, and looked at everyone present. “Please, put down your weapons.”

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone in the tavern put down their weapons, including guns, daggers, and watermelon knives, without any resistance or hesitation.

And that is the power of discipline; before her, humanity is no better than a puppet.

No, to be more precise, humans are easier to control than puppets.

“As expected, the power of the discipline is very useful.” Mebius looked at the terrified crowd in the tavern and could vaguely hear them muttering things like “witch”.

“Continue, discipline them,” she said to Aponia. “Make them repent for their crimes and turn themselves in, and erase their memories of seeing us.”