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

No… this is not a metaphor. The icy chill emanating from Kevin caused the temperature to drop to freezing point.

“Indeed, it’s too early for you right now.” Mebius remained calm, her slender hand stroking her chin. “Do we need to seal your abilities? Once we add a genetic lock, you’ll become an ordinary human.”

“But don’t you need me to…fight?” Kevin hesitated at this point.

Mebius simply brushed a strand of green hair behind his ear, placed the thermos on the table beside him, and gazed into Kevin's eyes. His voice was very gentle. "That depends on your choice: whether you take up your sword to protect the people you care about, or put down your sword to embrace the people you care about."

"If I give up my abilities, will I be unable to protect anything?" Kevin frowned, raising his hand to look at his cold palm.

“You can use your own ‘life’ to protect them,” Möbius said with a smile. “But that’s all it is. Whether it can save the important people around you, even I can’t predict.”

"..." Kevin fell into a long silence. After completing the super transformation surgery, he felt very strong, but he didn't know how strong he was.

What's even more unclear is whether giving up the right to embrace others is worthwhile.

I thought about it for a long time.

"Is the gene lock usable at any time?" he asked Mebius. He needed this power at the moment, if he could use the gene lock at any time to seal his icy power.

For him, there was no need to hesitate.

“Anytime is fine.” Mebius chuckled and explained, “In fact, solving your inability to hug others isn’t very difficult; you just need to undergo my surgery later.”

"No, will there be any strange side effects?" Kevin stared at the smiling Mebius with some suspicion. This hateful woman had a... no, a very perverse sense of humor, and was completely unlike the saintly figure Su had described.

He now strongly suspects that the subsequent super-transformation surgery will add all sorts of strange side effects to his body.

however.

"Probably... not." Somewhat uncertain, Mebius turned his head away. "Anyway, it will make you stronger."

Kevin twitched his lips, feeling even more uneasy, yet helpless. He couldn't very well beat up Mebius. Putting aside the moral issues, this excessively mysterious woman might have all sorts of strange and mysterious black technologies that would leave him speechless and unable to even know how he died.

"By the way, Doctor... please don't tell my family and friends about my super-transformation surgery." He shook his head and spoke to Mebius, not wanting his friends and family to worry about him.

Mebius hesitated slightly, then turned his back to Kevin and gestured for him to follow. "Come and meet your future teammates. You will all be heroes in the fight against the Honkai."

"Is he also a fusion warrior?" Kevin asked curiously, only to see Mebius shake his head.

“They are a more special existence. I hope you get along well. Even if you have to fight, find a place far away from people, and make sure there is no one within ten miles.” Möbius smiled and said, “Your partner is a little enthusiastic. I feel he can get along well with you, a sunny boy.”

"He seems like a very troublesome person," Kevin said, scratching his head.

“For those who aren’t familiar with it, it can indeed be quite troublesome,” Möbius nodded. “But once you get to know it, you’ll find it a lot of fun.”

"..." Kevin wasn't quite convinced. It felt like a human finding dogs incredibly cute.

However, cats might not think that way.

……

……

after a while.

After the heavy metal door opened, a masked man came into view, leaning against a soft sofa with his hands resting on it.

Beside them sat a blonde, busty woman, sitting elegantly and speaking softly.

This scene is truly enviable.

Is this the treatment of a fusion warrior? Having a mature and hot older woman by your side to take care of you.

However, he soon changed his mind.

"Don't you have anything better to do?" The masked man's voice was filled with anger, yet he seemed helpless against the blonde, busty woman beside him.

It seems that he has been harassed by someone.

"What, are you envious?" Möbius turned his head, looked at the big boy beside him, and smiled amusedly. "Don't be shy. It's normal for boys your age to have some impulses."

Her melodious voice was alluring.

"What kind of beauty do you want? Is it a big-breasted girl with purple hair, wearing a white lab coat and glasses, or something else?"

“No…I…I don’t need to.” Kevin’s face was flushed, his eyes darting around, as he refused Mebius’s arrangement.

However, what exactly is this feeling of loss?

"Young man, I never expected you to be such a gentleman." Mebius chuckled and turned to walk towards Qianjie.

"Woman, what do you want now?" Qianjie stared coldly at Mebius as he approached, pushing away the clinging Imir beside him. His voice was tinged with displeasure. "You're not going to make me play some kind of fake hero again, are you?"

After he was brought back to the Fire Moth, he found that Mebius was already waiting for him there, and announced to everyone that he was the Masked Hero, a new human evolved from the Honkai, spouting a bunch of nonsensical data.

Although he couldn't understand or comprehend the nonsensical data analysis, in the end, those people... actually believed Mebius's words.

He was given the title of human hero, masked hero.

"Let me introduce you to the future hero, who is also your partner." Mebius pointed to Kevin beside him, lowering his voice slightly, "He is the human I was talking about, the one who can defeat you."

"..." Qian Jie was slightly taken aback, his gaze meeting Kevin's. Their eyes met, and they subtly exchanged some information.

They shared the same fate, both having been bullied by Möbius.

"So, do you want to fight him?" Mebius said, stirring things up, but Qianjie replied coldly.

“No.” He answered decisively, though he did want to fight Kevin, he was even less willing to let Mebius succeed so easily.

Therefore, there is only one answer left.

“Is that so? That’s a pity.” Mebius was a little surprised and turned to Kevin beside him to explain, “From now on, you will be a member of the Fire Chaser Heroes, a warrior who fights against the Honkai.”

“I understand.” Kevin nodded seriously. He had figured out his role: a sharp blade, like a special forces soldier, used to fight against the Honkai crisis.

“By the way, this current Hero system isn’t a formal organization,” Mebius explained. “If you have to put it another way, it’s my private army, with salaries and benefits provided by World Serpent.”

"A private army?" Kevin sensed something was wrong. If the Fire Chasers all obeyed Mebius's orders, then Mebius might want to order them to seize power in the country in the future.

So, does he... want to hear it?

No, even if he doesn't listen, will the other heroes of the Fire Chaser obey Mebius's orders?

“A group of heroes with independent rights,” Mebius chuckled. “Do you think that explanation is better?”

"..." Kevin fell silent, feeling that what Mebius said made some sense. If people like them who possess special powers were to get involved in political struggles, it would be a very troublesome matter.

If they were to belong solely to Mebius, it would indeed prevent them from abusing their power.

The premise is that Mebius is a good person.

"Anyway, you should have a good talk with Qianjie." Mebius stood up and left the room with a flourish.

Then, Qianjie and Kevin looked at each other, speechless, wondering what they were going to say.

"...Um, shall we choose a mask?" Imir pulled out a bunch of masks from somewhere. "If you need to hide your identity, I suggest wearing a mask. That way, it will be easier to conceal your identity."

"..." Kevin's gaze fell on the mask on the table. Indeed, he needed to hide his identity. Otherwise, if his family and friends found out that he had become a warrior fighting against the Honkai, wouldn't they be worried to death?

Concealing one's identity is a must.

……

……

A month later.

In the spaceship… no, in the electromagnetic railgun manufacturing plant.

Amidst much anticipation, the railgun designed to defeat the Herrscher of Evolution was successfully developed.

A large number of reporters gathered to interview Vervie, who had completed the Railgun.

"Excuse me, Ms. Velvi," a blonde, blue-eyed female reporter stood up and asked Velvi on the podium, "why did you choose to build the railgun in the shape of a spaceship?"

"To make the railgun more flexible," Velvi explained with a smile, before the blonde, blue-eyed female reporter asked another question.

"Then may I ask, why did you build so many living facilities inside the spaceship?"

“That’s not true.” Velvi quickly shook her head. “In fact, the entire spaceship is equipped with facilities for combat and power supply.”

"However, according to relevant personnel," the female reporter persisted, pulling out a thick stack of documents, "the spacecraft has a large number of rooms for living and is equipped with an extremely advanced circulation system, which can allow a small number of people to survive in space for a long time."

"You...you're here to cause trouble, aren't you!" Vilvi said, tapping the table in displeasure.

"Drag her out!"

"Wait, you can't do this!" the female reporter exclaimed in panic, shouting at Vervi. "This is a live broadcast, a live broadcast to the whole world. People have the right to know."

However, the guards still ruthlessly dragged the female reporter out, ignoring her cries for human rights and freedom.

Not long after, they completely disappeared.

"Please don't make things up. Remember, this is a very serious press conference," Virvi said in a serious tone, spouting nonsense. "Please speak based on facts and common moral principles. Don't say things you shouldn't say."

The atmosphere froze.

The reporters present remained silent for a while, then a Black man stood up and took a deep breath.

"How many operators will be on board the spacecraft?"

“That’s uncertain for now,” Wilvi replied, only to see the black reporter pull out a stack of documents.

"According to sources, those who can board the spacecraft are mostly high-ranking officials and wealthy individuals; there are not many technical personnel."

"..." Velvet was silent for a moment, glared at the righteous-looking black man, and then slammed her hand on the table. "You're here to cause trouble too, aren't you!"

"No, I just want to know the answer!" the black man shouted. "Why are so many unrelated people on the spaceship!"