Didn't you go to Teyvat to earn money to support me?

Aponia finally opened her eyes, tears welling up in her beautiful eyes again as she gazed at Shen Liang with sorrow and heartache.

“Mommy Aponia…please don’t cry…” Shen Liang said softly, “Don’t cry, it’s just a snake shedding its skin, it doesn’t hurt, don’t be sad…I’ll come back…it’s only a few decades…I’m sorry, it’s not that you’re not important to me, it’s just that Sister Lia can’t wait any longer…It really doesn’t hurt, Mebius invented snake shedding for painless reincarnation, I didn’t feel a thing…Next time I go back to Paradise, can I spend more time with you? I’ll do whatever you want, I promise I’ll dedicate all my time to you…not even the pink-haired fairy can take me away…even if that guy Mebius offered himself to me, he couldn’t take away my time with you…Don’t cry, Mommy Aponia, you look beautiful when you cry, but…it hurts my heart…”

Shen Liang's breathing gradually weakened, yet even at this moment he could still speak without restraint. Aponia held the boy who had collapsed into her arms, her head bowed, quietly watching her hand pass through the boy's chest.

There was no bloodshed; bloodshed would have been too unsightly. In the Paradise of the Past, matter and information were one, so one could avoid bloodshed at will. Shen Liang's pierced body gradually cooled, and his final expression was still a bright smile, though tinged with a hint of guilt.

"Didn't he ever say he wanted to see us?" Someone asked, noticing the door had opened at some point and a crowd of people were standing outside.

"He's not a weak little doll anymore. The Liang we know now is a domineering young master who would even choose to storm the moon to find us. In my dream, he called himself the commander-in-chief of the Moth Chasing Flames... That fierce little face of his makes my heart flutter." Mei, or rather, Mei's pheromones left in the Paradise of the Past, said with a smile, "The Liang of this age isn't looking for a temporary meeting, but rather for us to be resurrected properly and not cause him any trouble, right?"

“Neither Wawa nor we are people with strong self-control. If we meet now, he might just linger in the paradise of the past.” Sakura said calmly, “Back then, the Fire Chasing Base was already Wawa’s paradise. At that time, we were the main force against external forces, so he could be so pampered. But now he is the one who is charging out into battle. He cannot be trapped in the paradise of the past.”

"It seems someone is quite certain that once they meet, Paradise will become his haven? Is he really that insecure about his self-control?" Velvi shrugged.

"I don't want to hear a delusional girl like Ling say that about my sister, hoping to get pregnant by working twice as hard before the Herrscher of the End descends," Ling whispered, then hid behind Sakura, sniffled, and said aggrievedly, "I really want to see Doll... We haven't seen each other for over twenty years..."

"You've been together for 50,000 years, and you're already devastated after not seeing each other for just over 20 years?"

"That's different. I've watched him amass a harem over the past twenty years. If I didn't care, there would be a long line of women waiting for me to be resurrected!"

"As if you had to wait in line to find a doll when you were alive? Former Herrscher sister?"

The heroic young women of the Land of the Past were noisy and boisterous, but after seeing Aponia, they finally fell silent.

“But I killed him with my own hands, I killed the child who called me ‘Mother Aponia.’” Aponia closed her eyes in sorrow, “Mebius.”

“You’re speaking to me in a commanding tone?” Mebius looked at her incredulously.

“I’m sorry, Mebius, but I’m in a very bad mood right now. If you don’t want to be locked up, please cooperate with me,” Aponia said softly. “I need to borrow someone from you, someone from the World Serpent.”

“Our paradise in the afterlife has no effect on the real world. Even if I am the creator of the World Serpent, the World Serpent organization on Earth has nothing to do with me now.” Möbius asked doubtfully, “Aponia, are you a little overwhelmed by personally sending the doll to shed its skin? Should you get a phenobarbital injection?”

“No, that person was your backup plan to fight against Kevin of this era. She is one of the few people who can contact the Paradise of the Past while in the real world.” Aponia looked at the giant serpent whose expression changed instantly. “Mistelin Schariac, the holy bloodline will inherited by the Schariac family of this era, and also the World Serpent cadre ‘Feather Rabbit’.”

Möbius stared at Aponia in astonishment. "How...how did you know? This was done before the establishment of the Afterlife. Theoretically, the Afterlife is unlikely to contain this kind of information! How could you..."

"While it's true that the Paradise of the Past doesn't record information from before its construction, that doesn't mean I'd believe someone like Kevin would carry out the most dangerous Stigmata Project without any design to stop him. Cecilia Schariac, a human of this era, possesses talent comparable to Kevin's. It's hard to imagine where such a family came from... The upper limit of Schariac's Holy Bloodline almost surpasses that of Kaslana. This could never be a product that humans of this era could develop themselves. Only you, the master of genetics, Möbius, could have done it. And how did you build the Schariac family, comparable to Kaslana? I think it wasn't just you, but others as well."

Aponia stared at Mebius, then glanced over Alicia, Mei, Eden, and the others.

“You created the bloodline called ‘Schariat’ so that it could become the most trustworthy force for the dolls in the future. And Mistelin Schariat is the ‘holy blood’ passed down in every generation of Schariat, which, in layman’s terms, is the will of the Schariat Stigmata.”

“Since she is the bloodline that will protect the doll, I want her to be the guardian of the doll’s serpentine transformation this time… It just so happens that the doll’s body now also contains the blood of Shaniat.”

Everyone noticed that Aponia had unfolded the "Holy Mark System" panel on Shen Liang's body.

[Current eligible candidate: Anna Schariac]

[Progress: 100%]

Even if it means losing myself, I still yearn to be your caged bird.

100% completion means the genes have been completely copied and fused. Shaniat's genes had already been fused into his countless gene chains.

“And Mistelyn Shaniat, also known as the Holy Blood, is right here.” Everyone turned their attention to Cecilia in the life support tank.

They all understood what Aponia meant. Although the doll was going on this expedition to protect his saintess... no one had ever said that protection couldn't be two-way.

"Seal the doll's memories, and also lock down the system. Place him and his Saintess into..." Mei gazed at the large screen, which looped through each world captured by the Paradise of the Past. Among them, besides Earth, the most familiar was...

"Five thousand four hundred years ago, on the continent of Teyvat, in the Northland."

Chapter Sixty-Nine: Wasn't the Benevolent Beast also meant for him to ride?

Meanwhile, at Tokyo International Airport in Japan.

The brand-new Hereditary 1000 landed smoothly. This aircraft, which is almost the largest and most luxurious among private jets and is known as the "RV of business jets," cost 50 million US dollars. As it stopped on the runway, many people in the reception area cast their attention to it, and many tall men in black suits and sunglasses quickly jogged into Terminal 1.

The burly men in suits drew the attention of onlookers, many of whom noticed the faint tattoos peeking out from the backs of their hands and necks. In Japan, men dressed like this are usually associated with only one group: legitimate yakuza members.

It was obvious they were waiting for that plane, and some couldn't help but wonder what important person was disembarking. In Japan, those treated with such seriousness by the yakuza were either VIPs or enemies, but in most cases, it was the latter... The yakuza actually maintained a low profile and wouldn't make a big public appearance; a big public appearance usually indicated preparation for a crime.

The airplane cabin door opened automatically, revealing a pair of stunningly beautiful, slender legs, encased in white knitted footed socks and high-heeled strappy sandals.

The person who got off the plane was a noble and dignified foreign girl with white hair. She had a graceful figure, long hair that reached her ankles, and wore a nun's gown with white and gold trim. She also wore a pair of sunglasses that covered her eyes. Just by looking at her, you could feel her arrogance and delicacy.

"This is Tokyo? So poor." The girl's first words were so hateful. Fortunately, she was far from the terminal, and most passengers could only marvel at her appearance and couldn't hear her. Otherwise, they would have fallen down a whole flight of stairs from their amazement.

“This is one of the world’s largest cities, more prosperous than any city in Germany. Living here should be much better than the pampered life of a princess in a castle.” The blonde girl who came out later looked seven or eight parts similar to the arrogant white-haired girl. “Cirin, you haven’t been out in the world for too long.”

"Durandal, you are not allowed to contradict me. Also, call me Master outside." Sirin turned around and said coldly.

“Acting head of the family,” Durandal said calmly. “Just a reminder, I am not a member of the Shaniat family. I am only staying here temporarily to protect you and fulfill my responsibility as the eldest sister.”

"You still have to call me head of the family! I can tolerate whatever you do at home, but outside you must obey me! You must do everything in your power to maintain my authoritative image, especially now that things are turbulent in the Shaniat family, understand? Rigid! You're not even as sensible as Ryoko!"

“When my cousin Shen Liang was around, you never called him Liangzi so casually,” Youlandail said calmly. “You only ever called him this human or that human, and you were always bossing him around. You never said he was sensible.”

"How do you know... no, what does it have to do with you? That foolish human is my personal chef. I can call him whatever I want. I am his supreme queen!"

“You don’t need to prove to me how intimate you are, nor do you need to stomp your feet. Your high heels are handcrafted by Italian artisans, made of very ordinary materials. If you stomp them and they break, you’ll have to hop out on one foot in public.” Durandal was very frank. “Also, you shouldn’t be Shen Liang’s cousin’s queen. This kind of relationship should be maintained by him and his girlfriend, like Kiana and Anna. It’s inevitably ambiguous coming from your mouth.”

"That's what I'm going to say! Do you have a problem with that?! You golden-haired idiot! That's enough, don't argue with me, don't! If you argue again, I'll dock your pay!"

Durandal looked at the first princess of Shaniat, whose smooth long hair was now standing on end in anger, and saw the look of impending tears in her golden eyes behind her sunglasses. She realized she might have gone too far and wisely shut her mouth.

Anna and Rita, who followed closely behind, exchanged a glance, and Anna whispered, "Have they always disliked each other like this?"

“Lady Durandal is naturally inflexible and says whatever comes to mind, which makes her the disliked one in front of Lady Sirin,” Rita said softly. “Normally, Lady Sirin would chase away people she doesn’t like, but she can’t do that to Lady Durandal. Lady Durandal is stronger than her and isn’t even a member of the Shaniat tribe; she’s the guardian deity protecting her and the Shaniat family. Since that’s the case, she can only keep bickering with my lady.”

"Your master?"

“Lady Durandal is naturally my lady, just like Lady Ryoko is your lady.” Rita glanced at Anna without saying a word. “In fact, Miss Sirin may just want someone to bicker with her more. After all, before this, the person she bickered with was Lord Shen Liang. Having lost her mother and favored minister, she must be very lonely.”

Anna nodded subconsciously, then suddenly realized that Rita seemed to be implying something.

She glanced at Rita and pursed her lips: "Miss Rita, um, if Anna remembers correctly, you and Ryoko fought side by side on the Aisha battlefield back then? When we found you, you were already sworn brothers, inseparable."

"Why do you ask about this?"

"It's nothing, I just suddenly remembered that Miss Rita doesn't seem to be such a kind person, you seem to be..."

“Miss Anna, please watch your words. Rita will not pose a threat to you. You don’t need to worry about whether Rita will join this messy battle before she retires. At most… at most, it will just be a moment of pleasure.”

"Oh, is that so?" Anna smiled gently.

Rita smiled gently, and the two girls looked at each other. Anna then composed herself and sighed, "Even though he has been missing for so long, he is still a deeply sinful child."

At this moment, men in black suits and sunglasses poured in from the airport's reception area, forming a neat line to disperse the crowd and quickly creating a human wall to allow Celine and her group to exit the station. Each man was muscular and stood ramrod straight. Those blocked from the outside were intimidated by their fierce eyes, but surprisingly, they were not barbaric or rude. Only half of them were building the human wall, while the other half politely helped passengers with their luggage to expedite their departure, almost like airport staff.

Xilin wasn't particularly surprised by the scene; she merely frowned slightly and continued walking to the exit under the watchful eyes of the men in sunglasses.

At this point, there was practically no one else around. Xilin looked up and saw at the end of the human wall, a cold and beautiful girl dressed as a student with long black hair tied in a high ponytail, leaning on a long sword.

"Making such a big fuss? Is this what you Chinese call a show of force?" Xilin stopped in front of the girl, scrutinizing the girl who was the leader of this group of burly yakuza members. "You're here to pick them up?"

"Raiden family, Raiden Mei, welcome to the visit of the young lady of the Shaniat family." Raiden Mei said solemnly, "You must be tired from your journey. But I am not from China, and Miss Sirin is afraid that she has confused me with Junior Brother Shen Liang."

"Really? You look a lot like that human, both with long black hair and Asian features." Sirin raised her hand and placed it in front of Raiden Mei. This condescending gesture was extremely provocative, and some of Raiden Mei's subordinates almost couldn't help but jump out.

But Raiden Mei just stared coldly at Sirin, then lowered her head and kissed the white-haired young lady's hand.

"The Raiden family, not bad," Sirin said calmly. "Since you consider the Shaniat family a friend, then Shaniat will naturally not treat you unfairly. Go back and tell all the Yakuza families in Tokyo that from now on, this place is under my control."

Raiden Mei remained silent for a long while, then slowly straightened her back, staring at the girl who was a few centimeters shorter than her. Gritting her teeth, she stubbornly declared, "Understood! The Raiden family will be at the service of Shaniat! This way, please!"

Sirin smiled proudly, leading her team out of the airport and into the limousine provided by Raiden Mei. Muscular men in sunglasses followed behind their leader, getting into the car as well. The convoy departed ostentatiously, with people throughout the terminal taking photos and videos of this highly informative meeting.

As the privacy windows rolled up, Sirin and Raiden Mei simultaneously relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's exhausting to put on such a show in front of the outside world." Raiden Mei laughed as she steered the wheel, turning to look at Sirin in the back seat. "But I didn't expect Miss Sirin to be so imposing. For a moment, I thought you were really scrutinizing the Tokyo Yakuza, preparing to capture us all as your subordinates."

"Mei, you might have misunderstood. My older sister isn't just imposing; she's just that kind of arrogant person. She genuinely doesn't take the Tokyo yakuza seriously," said the white-haired girl in the passenger seat lazily. She looked exactly like Sirin in the back seat.

Mei was taken aback.

"Hmph, that's true. The Shaniat family came here solely to subdue all the extraordinary forces in Tokyo. Their first priority is to eliminate all the local yakuza families. With your strength, you're not even worthy of surviving a month in front of the Shaniat family." Sirin sat in the middle of the back seat, her slender legs stretched out conspicuously and rested on the gear shift in front of her. She spoke with the same haughty little queen-like demeanor as before, "If it weren't for the fact that your Raiden family has a decent reputation and is, after all, related by marriage, we wouldn't have shown you any mercy."

The purpose of this trip to Japan is to bring Tokyo under the control of the Shaniat family. The Shaniat family is increasingly in dire straits after losing Cecilia; many territories they once controlled are beginning to crumble, meaning they can no longer collect rent. Even Durandal is powerless to reverse this situation; Durandal is not Cecilia, after all, and lacks Cecilia's prestige and influence.

Many people are watching the turbulent Shaniat, hoping to take a bite out of it when it becomes unstable. For this reason, Sirin is working hard every day to manage the family... Recently, she has set her sights on Tokyo. Although there are many supernatural forces in Tokyo, the most important one is that the most powerful gang in the area is St. Freya Academy.

St. Freya Academy and Schariac have a close relationship; in essence, St. Freya Academy was established by Cecilia and Theresa based on their educational philosophies. After Kiana's sweet talk and charm, St. Freya Academy Principal Theresa finally reluctantly allowed Schariac to get a share of the profits.

The interests of the entire Tokyo region are immense. To conquer the supernatural side of Tokyo, Sirin has spared no expense, arriving with over 50 billion yen in cash flow and Durandal, currently the strongest Valkyrie of Schicksal. She is determined to unleash a bloodbath upon Japan.

Kiana leaned back in the passenger seat, holding little Rosalia in her arms, when the pink-haired little rascal suddenly pointed outside and started shouting.

"That's my brother's apartment!"

Celine, holding Lilia in her arms, also looked in that direction, her eyes slightly dimmed. They had arrived in Bunkyo Ward. She had been to Shen Liang's residence before and knew its location. But this time, Shen Liang had disappeared for a whole year.

“I’ve been staying at the Chunshan Apartments for a while now. Hmm, Rosalia has the key card.” Kiana chuckled to herself. “I don’t like staying in the castle. I just didn’t expect that my junior brother used to protect me, and now that he’s gone, he’s left the house to continue protecting me.”

Xilin remained silent. She had nothing to say. In fact, Shen Liang hadn't bought the apartment. Although he later became wealthy, he didn't have time to go to the bank. Xilin paid the remaining balance of the purchase price in one lump sum. However, Xilin hadn't settled the bills he owed Bronya.

However, Bronya did not ask for the debt of over 100 million. Everyone seemed to have a tacit understanding that as long as many things related to Shen Liang were not dealt with, he would still be around.

The convoy stopped below the Tsubakiyama Apartments. Sirin, attended by Raiden Mei, stepped out and saw the blue-haired girl waiting respectfully in the hotel lobby.

After a year of living in the real world, Gan Yu no longer showed any signs of being from another world. She wore a neat secretary uniform, with black stockings covering her slender thighs, and wore quiet black-rimmed glasses. It was obvious that she had been working as Raiden Mei's personal secretary for the past year.

“She’s your secretary now, Miss.” Raiden Mei smiled.

Xilin looked around at the familiar faces and suddenly felt a sense of relief... She had spent the past year in a state of depression and repression, but in this new environment, looking at these familiar girls... she suddenly realized that they all seemed to be... revolving around someone.