I cosplayed as the battle-damaged Azure Sparrow and got caught by the Immortal Boat!

Onpharos, in the process of deduction, Qingyuan would certainly not comply, so Xilian patted her and told her to go to sleep.

The scene began to appear, the night was as dark as ink, but Seele woke up with a start as a flood of memories rushed into her mind, making her understand the cause and effect.

What was that scene? He was actually pinning Bronya down on the bed and arguing with her? No, that's not the point…

The key point is the unsettling power within Bronya.

She rolled out of bed and rushed straight to the commander's bedroom. The door was unlocked, and in the dim light, Bronya was leaning against the headboard.

Unconsciously, his fingertips caressed a faceted gemstone that shimmered with light, his face showing undisguised weariness.

"Bronya." Seele's voice was low, yet taut like a bowstring.

"Seele?" Bronya looked up, forcing a smile. "It's so late..."

"Late?" Seele walked to the bedside, casting a shadow. "If it weren't for today's emergency, would you have never planned to reveal this power that allows you to burn your own life and the lives of others?"

Bronya sighed and set down the foundation stone: "This is just a special manifestation of power."

"So special that it would cost you your life?" Seele grabbed her wrist, the touch was slightly cool. "Pera, Jepard, even Sambo, their foundations are all reinforcing the original path."

Only you… Bronya, look at me. I felt something was wrong the moment you were able to summon the phantom of the Highguard. You haven't also been seduced by the Star Core, have you?

"Seele," Bronya smiled helplessly, "I just finished collecting the star cores of several star systems myself."

"Do you think there's still a stellar core that can bewitch me?"

"Then how do you explain this power?" Seele retorted sharply. "Come on, let's go see the 'boss.' Only her words can I fully believe."

"Now? I'm so tired..." Bronya's voice was unusually soft and weary.

"Now." Seele's tone left no room for argument. She gripped Bronya's hand tightly, while her other hand reached for the prismatic base stone.

It's not about using it, but about using it as a medium to sense that space—every A20 member has that permission.

Light flowed from the foundation stone, enveloping the two. The next moment, they found themselves in a strange, narrow passage of fate.

Here, the starlight is no longer a distant point of light, but a flowing veil.

Several comfortable chairs and a long table piled with data boards and strange objects float in mid-air, forming a temporary "living room".

A white-haired woman leaned against a table, frowning at a certain interface in the void, a glass of amber wine beside her reflecting the flowing starlight.

Nearby, an adorable piggy bank, the kind that looks worth 160 Star Jade, is playing and communicating with Ether Spirit Bubbles.

"Oh, Ms. Bronya, a late-night visit?" Toppa looked up, slightly surprised, then raised his glass in a gesture of respect, "Shall we have a drink first?"

Although the concept of time is a bit vague here... Is Belloberg alright?

"Miss Toppa." Bronya nodded in greeting, glancing somewhat awkwardly at Seele beside her, who was still tense. "Seele... insists that my power may have been contaminated by the star core, and wants 'Boss' to do an assessment."

She's almost at the Prism stage, really...

"Star core? Contamination?" Toppa raised an eyebrow, his regret evident. "That's really unfortunate. 'Boss' just set off with Sand Gold to try and hammer 'Gluttony' into the void."

She put down her wine glass, her tone becoming more assertive: "However, Miss Seele, you may have underestimated the significance of 'Prism'."

If beings at our level can be seduced by a single star core.

"Why don't we just find the real 'Glutton' and become His snacks? What's the point of fighting then?"

Seele pursed her lips, the worry in her eyes not completely gone: "Then, Miss Toppa, could you help me check? In your own way."

"Okay, reasonable customer needs should always be met." Toppa shrugged and tapped his finger.

Bronya's Prismatic Stone was temporarily kept by her.

Meanwhile, another slightly different, but equally radiant, prismatic base stone appeared in Toppa's palm.

She closed her eyes, and subtle energy ripples reached out to Bronya like tentacles.

A moment later, she opened her eyes.

"How is it?" Seele asked impatiently.

"Residual star core? No," Topa said confidently, but his brow furrowed slightly. "However, there are significant signs of depletion in life energy. I suggest finding a reliable Abundance Walker to help you recover."

Seele breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately pulled Bronya up again: "Let's go find Natasha now!"

"Wait a moment, Seele." Bronya gently pulled her hand away this time.

She looked at Topa and asked the question that had been bothering her: "Miss Topa, the 'boss' said that she divided the forces and established the A20 system."

Is the hope that through the slow preservation and growth of civilization itself, it can gradually digest 'reproduction' and revitalize 'preservation'?

Why choose now...to so radically and directly challenge 'gluttony'?

Topa's expression turned serious: "The objective has never changed, Ms. Bronya. But tactics require flexibility."

A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity has presented itself—a chance to severely damage or even resolve the greatest source of calamity: gluttony.

Do you think the "boss" would give up trying just because it takes a long time?

She paused, looking around the narrow space that had been transformed into a living room, "

As for safety... someone who can cultivate the gaps in her destiny into a 'backyard'—her power may have already reached the level of a Star God.

Just then, the space rippled again. A figure, clearly enraged, teleported in, its metal prosthetic limbs gleaming coldly in the starlight.

"Topa! Did you hold back last time?"

When I caught that bastard and slaughtered him, he didn't look like the kind of trash who could slip through your fingers!

Potio's voice was like sparks flying, "Do you need me to repeat his dying 'Preservation is dead, gluttony reigns' nonsense to you?"

"No thanks, it makes me want to vomit." Toppa waved his hand. "But you, Potio, didn't he come to 'catch up' with you?"

"Hmph, that damned thing is incredibly cunning!" Potio spat. "He kept to himself and sent some unlucky, gluttonous messenger to his death."

I hid it so well, there's no way he could know anything.

It seems they're just trying to prevent me from crossing the Prismatic threshold... Damn it, Obolos won't grant fiefdoms.

I wonder how many of these adorable little devils who rose to power through betrayal and devouring are left!

The atmosphere became heavy because of this conversation.

Toppa pressed his temples, receiving the invisible message, and a gloom instantly settled over his face: "...Another world."

The devastating news has just arrived: the entire planet, driven mad by the power of the Gluttonous Envoy, is devouring each other… It's utterly finished.

Potio's metal fists clenched so tightly they cracked: "These little cuties... if only I could just 'love' them all to death with one shot!"

Seele, who had been listening silently, clenched her fist in empathy and whispered, "...The appearance of Keystone Adaptors is still too slow."

When I last came here, the A20 council was already working on the "Honkai Plan," and judging from the situation, it seems it's about to be approved.

Potio turned his head: "That was proposed by Walter Yang, which involves deploying controlled swarms of insects according to civilization level and catalyzing their resistance."

Wasn't it rejected long ago because it might be considered a self-destructive move?

"Circumstances are stronger than people." Toppa's voice was heavy with weariness. "Back when the company collapsed, too many people were forced or willingly became the claws and seeds of greed, while most of those who were unwilling were swallowed up."

Rather than waiting for them to sprout in the shadows and pollute worlds, it's better to proactively guide civilization and ignite the flame of preservation.

She pointed to the space beneath her feet, "And here, this place where fates intersect, which has been transformed by the 'boss,' can monitor all the 'cocoon' deployment points."

At least, we can ensure that those chosen civilizations... will not succumb to greed.

"Tch, anyway, let's make it clear beforehand, don't put this task on my shoulders. I got a message from Yinzhi, I'm going there first."

The deduction ends here. Qingyuan is woken up by Xier and asked her what A20 is.

"Wait a minute, I clearly hid the light cone beforehand! I even hid it inside the square pot, how could it still be deduced?"

Mimi: Mimi? Mimi! Mimi! (Why? Of course, it's because I've always been protecting you!)

On the other hand, regarding the blank space of the past, if we're talking about a place that's spacious and not easy to hurt people, then it's naturally the underworld.

For Miss Blank Xilian, who is afraid of contact with people for fear of hurting them, Xia Die is truly...