I found a belt in the Honkai Impact 3rd world.

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63. Illusion

"Clang, clang, clang—" That was the crisp, melodious metallic sound of the golden spear clashing with the Void Spear. "Looks like she's improved." The last Void Spear she fired was easily swept far away. Despite her ineffective attack, Sirin remained unperturbed. "Compared to when we were on the moon, she's become much more troublesome. B. 0..."

Compared to the serene and aloof Sirin high in the sky, Mo Mo appeared somewhat disheveled. "Looks like Mo Mo, you can play with me for a while longer," Mo Mo silently flung out two long fangs, but as always, they missed their target, returning empty-handed. They posed no threat to Sirin whatsoever. The situation had now entered a delicate stalemate. [Mo Mo, we don't have much time left. Don't forget what that little girl said before.] The system reminded Mo Mo in his mind. [I remember it perfectly well! 1. That happened on the plane to Siberia... *cough cough*, I know you intend to persuade the Second Herrscher to abandon her plan to destroy humanity, so we need to meet up with Siegfried and the others first. After that, you can rush to meet the Second Herrscher. We'll buy you time, but remember, once Anti-Entropy and Schicksal's forces simultaneously launch their attack on the Second Herrscher, no one will be able to stop them. Your chance is only a short period before that, so please—make sure you seize it!

I will.

At that moment, facing Theresa, Momo answered without hesitation. But this wasn't something that could be achieved by wishful thinking alone. [Time is running out...] The urgency of time was relentlessly chasing Momo. Crazy Cloud racked his brains, trying to think of a way to break the deadlock. But Sirin's unreasonable abilities gave him no chance whatsoever. Although he didn't know how long it would take for the forces of Destiny and Anti-Entropy to arrive at the Babi 12 Tower, there was no doubt that he had very little time left. Before that, he had to at least defeat Sirin. "Oh, your eyes have changed. Looks like you're getting more serious?" Sirin said slowly, floating in the air. "But it's just repeating the same mistakes. You can't beat me." Faced with her overwhelming strength, even without using other elemental abilities, she could render her opponent helpless. The gap between them was like a chasm between heaven and earth. Sirin looked down at Mo Mo, then suddenly changed her tone, a smile playing on her lips. "I have to admit, compared to those filthy humans, it does feel a little unbearable to personally eliminate you, so I've thought of a better way." Under Mo Mo's wary gaze, Sirin took out a feather from behind her. "As my last act of mercy towards you, I hope this new toy will allow you to die without any pain." [Mo Mo. Be careful 1]

"It's too late," Xilin's voice rang in Mo Mo's ear. "Get a good night's sleep, and then, don't wake up again..." A violent sense of disorientation invaded his mind. In an instant, Mo Mo's eyes lost all their luster.

[Mo Zai! Mo Zai! Can you hear me?! Mo Zai!] No matter how loudly the system shouted in its mind, Mo Mo was just like a puppet, his head hanging low, kneeling on the ground expressionless. The huge cross, without its master's control, could only be helplessly embedded in the ground. It was as if no matter what was done to him, he would not be noticed, a super dangerous state. [Damn it, how did I get hit again! I promised I wouldn't fall in the same place twice!] The exasperated system could only watch helplessly as Xilin fell from the sky, thoughtfully examining the unconscious Mo Mo. "This is the power of this feather..." Xilin murmured to herself, cupping Mo Mo's cheeks. So what kind of illusion should she create next? Should she replicate the pain he suffered here, letting him personally experience his own experience and understand his hatred, or... let him enjoy the beauty of the illusion without thinking of home? [Let's forget it.] After weighing the options for a moment, Xilin dismissed her idea. "Instead of all that, let me see what kind of dream you yourself are weaving." They pressed their foreheads together, and Sirin's consciousness sank into darkness.

*Ding!* After a mechanical notification sound, Sirin opened her eyes. She glanced around briefly and found herself in a small space, with a metal elevator opening to the sides in front of her. Sirin vaguely remembered that this thing was called an elevator. However, she didn't know that this was a building called the "Apartment." Looking down, she realized that she wasn't wearing the Herrscher attire formed from Honkai energy, but rather a uniform-like garment she had never worn before, appearing quite ordinary. [This is his...]

Just as Xilin was pondering, stroking her chin, someone gently nudged her from behind. "We're here. Hurry up and get out." Xilin's alarm bells rang, and she cautiously looked behind her. She saw a tall man wearing a hat and simple clothes. Although handsome, the years had etched clear marks on his face. [Who is this guy?] Xilin had absolutely no recollection of this person, so the only possibility was that he was a part of Mo Mo's dream. "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and go." After staring at each other for a while, the man scratched his head, sighed, and muttered under his breath, "I'm really not good at this kind of thing..." Seeing that Xilin remained standing there unmoved, the man had no choice but to push her out of the elevator without saying a word. "Hey, what are you doing!" Xilin almost couldn't help but want to blast the man into dust. But remembering that he was just a part of this illusion, Xilin temporarily suppressed her disgust. She decided to spare his life for now. "We're almost home. You're not planning to spend the night in the elevator, are you?" the man replied matter-of-factly. And just like that, he pushed Xilin to a door.

"Could this be...?" A premonition began to form in Celine's heart. "I know you've been waiting a long time, but please be a little more patient," the man said meaningfully as he walked to the door, reaching into his pocket. A moment later, a look of frustration crossed his face. "Tsk, the keys are nowhere to be found... What a failure." Standing behind the man, Celine's silent gaze held undisguised contempt. "But he's definitely home now," the man muttered to himself as he reached out and rang the doorbell. "Tap tap tap tap—" Faint, hurried footsteps echoed from behind the door.

"Click." A familiar figure pushed open the door. It was Mo Mo. "[You're here.]" Xilin's eyes gleamed. As soon as Mo Mo saw the visitor's face, a surprised smile appeared on his face. "Dad, you're back!"

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64. Reality and Illusion

"Dad, you're back!" Mo Mo's eyes shone with surprise. [He's Mo Mo's father?] Xi Lin was startled and couldn't help but look him up a few more times. Indeed, although his features were more rugged, there was a certain resemblance in appearance... Xi Lin remembered that Mo Mo had said his father was in "another world" back in the Tower of Babel's prison. Did this man mean he was a figment of Mo Mo's imagination, created according to his inner desires? Was this the power of that feather? Just as Xi Lin was silently pondering, the man spoke up. "Yo, Mo-zai, have you been behaving well at home?"

"Anyway, she's much more well-behaved than you, wandering around aimlessly all day." Mo Mo clicked his tongue, his gaze falling on west Shan behind the man. "And who's this little sister?"

“This is your cousin, Xilin. Her parents had to go out, so they asked us to look after her for a couple of days,” the man explained. “Didn’t I tell you this on the phone before? You’ve forgotten?”…Looking at Xilin with slight confusion, Mo Mo finally showed a look of sudden realization. “I think that’s right, I remember! Um… Nice to meet you.”

No wonder she looked familiar; she's a relative I've met before. ... Facing Mo Mo's kind smile, Xilin remained silent, her lips pursed, lost in thought. [So shy...] Maintaining her smile, Mo Mo muttered to herself, [She seems difficult to get along with.] "So, she'll be in your care from now on," the man continued. "You absolutely mustn't bully her." "What do you take me for? I'm much better at taking care of people than you are!" Mo Mo retorted, not to be outdone. "And if you just hand her over to me like this, what about you? You're not leaving again, are you?" "Mo Zi, you know I'm really busy, P..." The man gave an apologetic smile, clasped his hands together, "Sorry, I have to leave immediately after dropping Xilin off." "Can't you stay a couple more days when you finally get home?" Mo Mo's joyful expression gradually faded.

"Sorry, sorry, I'll spend more time with you after I'm done with this busy period." The man patted Mo Mo's head and said. "You always say that... never mind, I'd starve to death at home if I relied on you." Mo Mo pouted and continued to ask, "What about Mom? When is Mom coming back?" [Mom?] Xilin, who had been indifferent to the conversation between the two, was immediately drawn to this familiar word. [Mo Mo had never mentioned it before...] "Your mother... cough cough." The man's expression suddenly became strange. He coughed lightly and stammered, "She..."

"..." Mo Mo's expression clearly turned disappointed. "Then be careful on your journey, and remember to come back early. Don't worry, I'll bring you some local specialties." The man adjusted his hat and smiled, gesturing to Mo Mo, "Then I'm leaving, don't miss me, okay? Ciao~" He then turned and left decisively, waving goodbye to Mo Mo with his back turned. "You two must 'get along well,' okay?" As his figure receded into the distance, the volume of his words of advice gradually decreased. Mo Mo sighed, but quickly cheered up and smiled at Xi Lin, "Don't just stand at the door, come in quickly."

There was a strong sense of unease about that man, but I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was. "Um...can I just call you Xilin?" Mo Mo asked tentatively. Xilin simply nodded silently, still without replying.

"My name is Mo Mo, you can call me Brother Mo. Don't let my age fool you, I'm very good at taking care of people." As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Mo fell into deep thought.

Why do I have this feeling that someone's going to jump out and complain right now...? Xilin wasn't interested in Mo Mo's self-introduction; instead, she started looking around at the seemingly ordinary house. Soon, her gaze fell on the most eye-catching photograph on the living room wall.

It was an unremarkable family photo, and the man from earlier was also clearly in it, so the remaining one must be the "mother."

Just as Xijia saw the full picture of the photograph, she froze, holding her breath. It had no face. Or rather, it was a head without hair, without features. The face, which should have been depicted with features, was completely blank, a bald patch, which, contrasted sharply with the man and Mo Mo's serene smiles, appeared incredibly eerie.

The chilling scene dealt a tremendous psychological blow to the unprepared Xilin. Such a scene appearing in a hallucination foreshadowed… Xishan cautiously shifted her gaze to Mo Mo. His face still wore an innocent smile, as if the striking photograph was perfectly normal to him. [Is it because he has absolutely no memory of his mother that he can't even imagine a fake?] Even in the deepest recesses of his memory, he couldn't dig out the slightest impression… It's too tragic. "What's wrong?" Noticing a faint gaze, Mo Mo asked.

"Xilin was startled and quickly turned her face away without saying a word. Mo Mo, who was holding Xilin's hand, suddenly stopped.

Under Xilin's questioning gaze, Mo Mo stopped in his tracks, staring intently at his right foot... Was he injured?

Following Mo Mo's gaze, Xilin was surprised to find that her right ankle was wrapped in a bandage. It looked quite familiar.

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65. In critical moments, be one step ahead.

The bandage on her ankle looked so real, and she could almost feel a faint throbbing pain. [When did this happen?] Xilin frowned. [Why is this still wrapped around my foot!] She rubbed her foot in disgust, but it wouldn't just disappear. The wound seemed to be a blatant mockery of her weakness, a reminder of how pathetic she had once been. "How could you be so stubborn even when you're injured? You didn't even say anything! What if it got worse?" Mo Mo scolded, lifting Xilin up without warning. "Don't worry people." Caught off guard, Xilin realized what was happening but had already lost her chance to push Mo Mo away. "Dad's really something, is he senile? He keeps saying he'll take good care of her, yet he doesn't even see this." Mo Mo continued to grumble. "Does he think everyone is like me...?" Xilin seemed to realize something was wrong, but couldn't quite grasp the connection. After a bumpy ride, Xilin was carried to the sofa by Mo Mo. "Wait a moment, I'll go find you some bandages." Mo Mo pushed Xilin onto the sofa, gave her a quick instruction, and then dashed down the corridor, returning just as quickly with a box in her arms. "Luckily I was prepared..." Mo Mo muttered as she opened the box. Inside were various unidentifiable bottles and jars, and a bundle of bandages. "Xilin, can I see your foot?"

He had already said something similar in that dark and cold cage.

After a moment's hesitation, Xilin slowly extended her right foot. "Emmmm..." Mo Mo grasped the small foot wrapped in bandages and examined it carefully. "Was this bandage even applied? How could the technique be so bad? It's so poor in both practicality and aesthetics. This level is truly terrible..." Mo Mo criticized mercilessly, and then unwrapped the bandages, revealing the smooth foot. "Thankfully it hasn't worsened, and it's almost healed, but I still need to be careful not to get injured again." Mo Mo finally breathed a sigh of relief, pulled out a new bandage, and carefully wrapped it around her neck. "Tsk, that person's skills aren't even as good as mine. [What a pity, Mo Mo, that person was you.][Who else could be so stupid besides you?][It's really...] The scene in her memory replayed itself, but only Xilin could realize that it was a replay. After tying that familiar bow, Mo Mo, having finished the finishing touches, wiped her forehead. "Jiang Jiang, mission accomplished." Mo Mo proudly put her hands on her hips, 'How about it? Isn't it much better than that half-baked guy?'

Xilin genuinely couldn't distinguish which was superior from the one that was exactly the same as before, and could only nod blankly. It was truly worthy of being the work of the same person. But she quickly realized something was wrong. [What am I doing here again?] [Why am I always being led by him?] [What happened to me using these feathers to control him?] Xilin asked herself three questions in a row. [I can't go along with his wishes anymore. Although this is his illusion, I should be the one in control!] Fed up with being manipulated, Xilin was just about to take the initiative when she felt a strong sense of unease again. This time, it was incredibly clear; she knew both its location and intensity perfectly. Something existed in a room deep in the corridor. "What's wrong now?" Xilin's direct gaze once again attracted Mo Mo's attention. "There." Raising her hand, she pointed to the depths of the corridor, a strange light shining in Xilin's golden eyes. "Oops, you actually found out?" Mo Mo was slightly taken aback at first, then revealed a knowing smile. Want to see? Xi Lin hesitated, then nodded. It looked like something quite extraordinary. What could it be? She was a little curious. "Then I'll take you to see it." Helping Xi Lin up from the sofa, Mo Mo led her towards the corridor. At the very end there was a room. [This is it. 1]

Xilin could sense that something, something completely out of place in this illusion, existed behind that door. "Don't blink!" Mo Mo smiled mysteriously, placing his hand on the doorknob. "Now comes the moment of witnessing a miracle!" Click! The door opened smoothly, and besides the empty room, Xilin's eyes fell upon a wall filled with various items. All sorts of belts were neatly arranged across the entire wall, stunning Xilin. "How about it, isn't it spectacular?" Mo Mo led Xilin into the room, "These are all my collections!" After his proud voice faded, he added quietly, "Although they mostly belong to Dad... [Well... they'll all be mine sooner or later anyway.]" Mo Mo nodded. [So the problem lies with one of these items?] Looking up at the wall, Xilin frowned and asked, "These things..." Completely unable to understand, what was the significance of such things? "These are symbols of heroes." "Mo Mo replied. "Heroes...symbols?" Xilin tilted her head. [These inexplicable things?] "Their masters, no matter which one of them, are people who are willing to work tirelessly for their dreams and to protect others, even at the cost of their lives." Mo Mo stretched out her hand towards the wall, but quickly withdrew it. 'I've always admired them.' [They're really a bunch of idiots.] Xilin thought disdainfully, [Just as stupid as you who always said you'd save me.] "To protect others...what about strangers?" Even if they're just acquaintances, if they're in danger, of course, you should lend a helping hand. Mo Mo said seriously, "It doesn't matter who it is." Then...Xilin asked almost unconsciously, "What about me?" "Does it even need to be said? No matter what, I won't give up." Mo Mo's lips curled up, and he gave a thumbs up. "If you don't believe me, we can make a promise." Xilin turned her face away. [Even though he's in a dream world, and he doesn't remember anything, why can he still say such things with such righteous indignation?]

With a wandering gaze, Xilin's thoughts began to drift. Until she saw the silver-white belt in the center. "That..." Xishan recognized the belt, "[I saw it on Mo Mo before.]" The moment she noticed it, Xilin finally realized where the incongruity came from. "That..." Xishan tugged at Mo Mo's hand, pointing to the silver-white belt, "Can I see it?" "No problem." Mo Mo took off the silver-white belt and handed it to Xilin. Xilin took the belt from Mo Mo and fiddled with it. "[I knew it.]" "Ah, it's already this late?" Mo Mo suddenly slapped his forehead, "I have to go out and prepare the ingredients for dinner. Xilin, can you just stay home and wait for me to come back? I'll be back soon." Xilin continued to fiddle with the belt in her hand and nodded. "[Looks like she likes this too.]" Mo Mo thought. "By the way, you can play with the belts here, but remember to put them back in their original places." After giving Mo Mo a final word of advice, he turned and left the room.

A short while later, the sound of a door closing came from the entryway. [What a pity, I found you even faster than him.] Stroking her belt, a cryptic smile finally appeared on Celine's usually indifferent face. She moved lightly to the window and opened it. [Although I don't know what you really are, I won't let you bother me.] [So, farewell.] With a flick of her wrist, Celine tossed the silver belt straight out the window.

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66. Miss Celine doesn't like toys.

"I'm back." A soft call followed, and Mo Mo appeared in the entryway, carrying several bags. [I have to prepare something nice... she'll probably like it.] Carrying the bags, Mo Mo walked into the living room, glancing around but not seeing Xi Lin. Where could she be? He put the things down in the kitchen, clapped his hands, and headed towards the room at the far end of the hallway. The moment his hand touched the doorknob, he heard a voice coming from inside. "Rabbit!"

"Tank! Best match!" *Thump thump thump* [Looks like she's having a lot of fun.] Mo Mo cautiously pushed open a crack in the door. Through the crack, he could see Sirin sitting on the floor, her back to him, fiddling with a belt, surrounded by various styles. [It's good that she likes to play, but it would be nice if she could help organize it... Judging by this, she probably tried every single one. This kid has the talent to become a Kamen Rider :jpg.mm...] With a troubled groan, Sirin seemed to be at a loss, helpless against the belt that kept thumping in front of her. She could only pull out the red and blue bottles again and again, repeating the process. But she made no progress. [Hmph, looks like it's my turn to step in.] Mo Mo quietly pushed open the door and tiptoed towards Sirin. *Ahem, that's not all.*

Xilin's hands, which were fiddling with the belt, suddenly froze. Like a machine, she stiffly turned her head, meeting Mo Mo's enigmatic expression. "After you insert the bottle, turn the lever next to it..." Mo Mo crouched down, extending his hand. "Like this." "Are you ready?" "Henshin!" (This was provided by Mo Mo) "Yeah~" "It has to be like this." Handing the belt to Xilin, Mo Mo smiled. Xilin glanced at Mo Mo's smile, pushed the belt away from her, and silently turned her face away.

Beneath her purple hair, her slightly reddened ears seemed to be silently telling a story. [Damn it, these boring toys dare to embarrass me!] Biting her lower lip, Sirin, out of Mo Mo's sight, scanned each belt around her with a dangerous glint in her eye. [I'll destroy you all sooner or later!] How could the mighty Herrscher of the Void, the messenger of destruction, the vanguard of destruction, an being who manipulates all things in the world, be addicted to these light and sound toys? Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous. "By the way, do you know how to play with these?" Mo Mo asked, holding a belt that looked like a quartz clock in one hand and a belt engraved with handprints in the other. "Do you need me to teach you?"

Sirin turned her face back, silently looking at the belt in Mo Mo's hand. ....I'll destroy it after I figure everything out. [The dignity of a Herrscher cannot be trampled on! Yes, that's it!] Sirin found a convincing excuse in the blink of an eye. "Oh right, and there's my favorite one..." Mo Mo suddenly said, putting down the belt in his hand and rummaging through the pile of belts on the side. "Eh? How come I can't find it? I clearly saw it just now..." Sirin's hand, which was turning the dial, froze, but she quickly resumed her original state. "Sirin, did you see it?" Mo Mo turned his head and asked Sirin, "Is it the silver-white belt you wanted to see earlier? Do you know where it is?" Sirin, with her back to Mo Mo, slowly put down the dial in her hand. [So she was found out after all 0.] [This is really difficult!] "Cilin?" Slowly turning around, Xilin drooped her head, her two index fingers tapping lightly together, and murmured, "I... just now, I accidentally let it fall out the window..." This is the 10th floor! Then she quickly added with a pained expression... "I didn't mean to." Xilin slightly murmured, then raised her head. Her crimson pupils glistened with tears, and she said pitifully, "Please don't be mean to me, I really didn't mean to."

After a long silence, under the intensely hurt gaze, Mo Mo sighed deeply. "Don't do that again, it's dangerous. Even if you don't hit anyone, hitting the flowers and plants is still bad. You're not angry with me anymore?" "Don't say anything, I want some peace and quiet..." Mo Mo whispered, clutching his chest. The downside of being too soft-hearted is that you can't even utter a harsh word at a time like this. Tsk, feeling sad, Xilin turned her face away, revealing a smug smile in the shadows. [It's just a little trick, ha, as expected, Mo Mo, you're too naive.] [How could such a small thing possibly stump me...] Xilin's smugness didn't last long before she froze. [So why should I show weakness?] [Am I not stronger than him? Isn't this an illusion I created? Shouldn't he be kneeling before me, bowing down in submission?] Biting her thumbnail fiercely, Sirin's eyebrows furrowed in anger. [Damn it, Mo Mo, you just wait! This illusion is your last bit of happiness.] [I'm so tired of this boring place!] She stood up, her heart churning, and made to leave. Toys were nothing to a Herrscher; only children would like them. "Sirin, come back!" Mo Mo suddenly called out, stopping Sirin just as she reached the door. "?" Sirin stopped abruptly, quickly switching to a pitiful expression.

"Please help me put all these belts away." Mo Mo's kind smile now revealed an undeniable firmness: 'Putting things back in their place is a good habit.'

Celine remained unmoved, inwardly sneering. [Naive! Why should I do as you say? This is my world, and you can forget about interfering with my actions from now on!] "Naughty children don't get dinner, you know~"

Celine silently crouched down and picked up the toys scattered across the floor. [Since this farce is going to continue, let's just leave it as it is for now.] [Yeah, that's it.]

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67. Miss Sirin won't change her mind.

Curled up in the corner of the sofa, Celine listlessly stared at the stark white ceiling. With just a slight tilt of her head, she could see that eerie "family portrait." "I should have dealt with that thing first!" Celine thought bitterly, propping her chin up. Unfortunately, the perfect opportunity had already passed.

Why does it take him so long to prepare dinner? "Cirin, time to eat." [Seriously...] Sirin turned her head, perfectly avoiding the photo, and slid off the sofa. [Anyway, it probably isn't anything good.]

As a Herrscher, one can long ago abandon the human behavior of eating, which is necessary for survival.

It had long lost its appeal for Xilin. "Are you hungry?" Mo Mo, who had just taken off her apron and was carrying two plates, bumped into Xilin as she walked to the table. The question brought Xilin back to her senses, who had been staring at the table in a daze.

Celine nodded silently, but quickly shook her head again. [So, is she hungry or not...] Placing the plate on the table, Mo Mo reached out and stopped Celine from pulling out a chair to sit down.

Under Mo Mo's "smiling" "request," Xilin obediently pushed the chair back and complied.

Once everything was ready and she was seated, Xilin couldn't help but gnaw on her chopsticks, muttering to herself. [Why did I do it his way again?] [This is utterly humiliating!] [However...] After muttering to herself for a moment, Xilin looked down at the two bamboo chopsticks in her hands, now stained with saliva. [Are these even cutlery?] At this moment, the differences in culture were on full display. Miss Sirin, a native Russian, had no idea that the name used in faraway China was "That's all okay now." Placing the last bowl of soup on the table, Mo Mo sighed deeply, wiping his forehead. He then noticed Sirin's unusual behavior... What's wrong? Is she planning to create a unique dining method with chopsticks in each hand? "Don't you know how to use chopsticks?"... Under Mo Mo's questioning gaze, Sirin bit her lip and slowly nodded, as if she had suffered a great humiliation. Even a Herrscher isn't omnipotent. At least, the Will of Evil doesn't care whether you're good or not. "I see." Mo Mo nodded thoughtfully, then turned and took another spoon from the kitchen, placing it in front of Sirin. "That's fine now." Slapping the chopsticks on the table, Sirin picked up the spoon and began to carefully examine the dishes that filled the not-so-large table. The dishes were completely different from what she remembered. [This is Shenzhou 1....]

Holding the pile of rice bowls in front of her, Xilin hesitated for a long time before putting down her spoon. [Hmph, it's all show and no substance.] [Look at these meatballs, they're so big and round, they're really...] Xilin took a small bite... but it's not tasty at all! After swallowing the whole meatball, Xilin thought to herself. [And this fried...] She carefully scooped it to her mouth and took a bite. [Crispy on the outside, tender on the inside, fragrant with oil...] ​​There's nothing like that at all. Spitting out the shrimp tail, Xilin disdainfully looked away.

[And these ribs.][These potatoes.][This egg drop soup. 1 [It's just, just... just not tasty at all!] Holding the bowl, Mo Mo looked at Xi Lin with a complicated expression as she kept bobbing her head down in front of the bowl. Wouldn't she be unable to breathe eating like that? [Well, if she likes it, that's fine.] Mo Mo quickly reassured herself, [She probably hasn't had a proper meal in a long time.] Her two purple "dog ears" twitched up and down, and her crimson eyes shone brightly beneath her bangs. "Eat slowly, eat slowly, there's still plenty more." Mo Mo put down his bowl and couldn't help but reach out and rub the little head that was almost buried in the bowl. The feel... was irresistible. *Kneading, kneading, kneading...* Just as Mo Mo was immersed in that soft, smooth feel, Xi Lin had unknowingly stopped eating, simply keeping her head down and remaining silent. "Huh?" Mo Mo, snapping out of his reverie, withdrew his hand. "What's wrong?" Xi Lin silently pushed out the now empty bowl. "You have a good appetite, wait a moment." Understanding Xi Lin's meaning, Mo Mo took the bowl and went to the kitchen. When he returned, the bowl was full again. "How is it? My cooking is pretty good, isn't it? After all, it's a skill honed from standing on a stool since I was little." Xi Shan didn't answer, but simply took the bowl from Mo Mo's brother and continued eating in silence. Mo Mo could only respond with a wry smile. But at least he got a response. There was no need to demand too much.

And if we don't eat it soon, Celine will devour it all!

"I'll go wash the dishes then." Picking up the piled-up dishes, Mo Mo glanced at Xilin, who was slumped in her chair. A satisfied look flashed across her face. "By the way, Sirin, are you going to take a shower?"... Sirin, who had just relaxed, suddenly tensed up again. "But you didn't bring any change of clothes. Why didn't you prepare anything?" Shaking her head in distress, Mo Mo gestured to Sirin's height before tentatively asking, "I have some old clothes I've put away, pajamas... It should be fine, Sirin, do you mind?" There was another familiar silence, but Mo Mo, already used to it, took it as tacit consent. Carrying a stack of clothes from the bedroom, Mo Mo stuffed them into Sirin's arms and forcibly pushed the reluctant Sirin into the bathroom. "Taking a shower... it shouldn't be too difficult for her, right? Will she even know how to use this kind of shower?" After standing behind the door for a while, Mo Mo left with unease. It was best to keep a respectful distance in this kind of situation. An hour later, when she saw a slightly tired Sirin emerge from the bathroom, Mo Mo knew what kind of miserable situation she was about to face.

[Tsk, human things are so troublesome! Bad civilization!] Xilin complained to herself, feeling quite annoyed, when she saw Mo Mo sitting on the sofa waving at her.

"Come, come, Sirin, come to me." Although there was still no verbal communication, Sirin seemed to have gotten used to letting Mo Mo do as he pleased. [Just consider it a favor...] Just now, she inexplicably walked up to Mo Mo, and he pulled her into his arms. "Warm air whistled from the machine in Mo Mo's hand, blowing Sirin's still wet hair. His other hand was also holding a dry cloth, rubbing Sirin's loose hair. Sirin did not resist, very "obediently" accepting Mo Mo's "service." "Let's rest early today, staying up too late is not good for a child." Mo Mo said while drying Sirin's hair. "I just tidied up your room for you. Although it's a bit simple, it's clean."

Amidst the whirring of the hairdryer, a barely audible reply rang out. Setting the hairdryer aside, Mo Mo led Xilin into a simply furnished room. "I'll sleep next door. Just call me if you need anything," Mo Mo gestured to Xilin, then slowly closed the door. "Goodnight, sweet dreams."

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68. Miss Celine is disobedient.

In the silence, Sirin lay awake, tossing and turning on the empty bed, unable to fall asleep. Her crimson pupils gleamed faintly in the darkness. Clutching the edge of the blanket, Sirin remained troubled. Everything that had happened today was too predictable. Everything was part of Mo Mo's plan, exactly as he wished, and she hadn't even uttered a single word of dissent. This was just too strange! Undoubtedly, he was now just an ordinary human, while he remained the invincible and powerful Herrscher. Sirin lay on the bed, raising her right hand. Purple light appeared out of thin air, dangerous energy surging within her; destroying this entire building in an instant would be as easy as turning her hand.

Why can't you even do something as simple as rebelling against him?

And... the horn on her hand vanished completely in the blink of an eye. Xilin touched her head, where the sensation of being manipulated still lingered. That rude behavior should have been resolutely rejected, and he should have been severely punished. That's how it should have been. Her fingers twirled a strand of purple hair; she clearly remembered willingly leaning against him, waiting for him to carefully brush it away and dry it.

The relaxing comfort almost made her close her eyes then and there. "Ugh...ugh..." The more she thought about it, the more unwilling she became. She rolled over, lay face down on the bed, grabbed a pillow, and covered her head, burying her head in the sand like an ostrich. [Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it!] [What am I doing!] [This illusion was originally just a coffin for his euthanasia!] Sirin gritted her teeth, emphasizing this to herself again and again. [Sirin, have you forgotten what you said before?!] [This can't go on!] Throwing the pillow aside, Sirin rolled over and sat up in bed. She had to assert her dominance, she had to prove who the true ruler of this place was! How could the dignity of a Herrscher be trampled on so easily? [Yes, that's what she should do.] Sliding off the bed, Sirin walked towards the closed door. [I had no reason to listen to him at all. Let whoever wants to do that pointless thing do it!] 1. Sirin's eyes darted around, and she thought to herself, "[I've got it! Since he wants me to go to bed early, then I'll deliberately stay up all night and defy him! I'll see what you can do to me.]" *Click.* The door was pushed open by a rope. It was late at night, and the lights in the corridor were already off, leaving it as dark as the room. However, this shallow darkness couldn't obstruct Sirin's vision at all. With a creak, she pushed open the door and stepped out of the room. She didn't know what she should do; she simply felt that lying obediently in bed suffering from insomnia was against the dignity of a Herrscher.

Um?"

Her gaze shifted, and the stark contrast in light between the living room and the hallway caught Xilin's attention. Was it Mo Mo?

But shouldn't he be sleeping in his room right now? Thinking this, Xilin shook her head. [Even if it really is him, so what? I have no reason to be afraid of him!] Shaking off her inexplicable guilt, Xilin unconsciously slowed her pace and slowly walked towards the brightly lit living room. Outside the window, the inky night was dotted with scattered lights, and the hour hand of the clock on the wall pointed sharply to one o'clock.

Xilin's eyes immediately fell on Mo Mo, who was leaning against the sofa.

However, at this moment, his head was drooping, his eyes were closed, and occasionally a muffled, weak snore could be heard from the tip of his nose. He was clearly sleeping soundly. [What on earth is he doing?] With a puzzled look, Xilin's gaze shifted slightly, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of that eerie faceless figure. In the silent night, under the pale light, the feeling of unease from staring directly at this photograph was even more intense. A sense of emptiness and nothingness lingered. But it was this that reminded Xilin of the words that the man had said to Mo Mo before he left. "Your mother will be back very late tonight, so you don't need to wait for her. Go to sleep early." If that's the case, then it makes sense.

The barely audible murmur in her sleep confirmed Celine's suspicions. [You can't even tell the difference from such an obvious lie? Are you an idiot?] But soon, Celine shook her head, dismissing her own thoughts. He knew. He knew that what she was waiting for was nothing but wishful thinking. If it weren't for that... this illusion might fulfill his wish, perhaps... Celine's thoughts abruptly stopped. [Why should I feel sorry for him? What does it have to do with me?] Covering her face with one hand, Celine gritted her teeth. [What a waste of my time...] Celine's previous thoughts vanished instantly. [Boring, I'd better go back to sleep.]

This illusion might last for a while, so it wouldn't hurt to tone it down a bit until then. [This is all preparation beforehand so that we can properly appreciate Mo Mo's expression of utter despair at losing everything at the end.] Xilin nodded to herself. [Yes, that's it.] Xilin turned and slowly stomped towards the room. A minute later, she emerged quietly, carrying a bundle of blankets.

Looking Mo Mo up and down, who was fast asleep, Xilin glanced at the blanket that had dragged to the floor in her arms. "[Considering your service today, and...]" Xilin couldn't help but lick her lips. "[Then I'll make your last few days a little more comfortable.]"

She tossed the blanket up, completely covering Mo Mo, leaving only a barely recognizable human-shaped bulge. Gazing at this performance art, Xilin reached out and snapped her fingers. Mo Mo, wrapped in the blanket, vanished from the sofa in an instant. "Enjoy," Xilin snorted triumphantly, rubbing her hands together. "This is the power of the Herrscher of the Void." She then pressed a switch, plunging the living room into darkness. Stepping through the black curtain, Xilin walked towards the room. [Cherish your last moments, Mo Mo.]

"Knock knock knock".

The drawn-out tone of his voice squeezed into Xilin's ears through the room, pulling her out of the deep sea of ​​reverie. Frustrated, she threw the pillow off the bed and struggled to sit up. "--~_" Yawning, Xilin wandered aimlessly into the kitchen. "Brush your teeth and wash your face," Mo Mo said, stopping the aimlessly drifting Xilin. "Then prepare dinner." Helping Xilin turn around, she was pushed into the bathroom. She came out shortly after, her hair still damp, but she seemed much more awake… Pulling out a chair, Xishan sat down, her cheeks slightly flushed. "Xilin, I have to go to school soon." Pushing a bowl of thin porridge towards Xilin, Mo Mo said, "Can you stay home obediently for a while?" Picking up a spoon and stirring the steaming porridge, Xishan looked up at Mo Mo. "Although I can't be with you,… I can give you something good."

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69. Miss Sirin doesn't recognize a game console.

"[It's pretty?]" Sirin glanced at Mo Mo suspiciously. "[Is it a new toy?]" Yesterday's strange belts had left a deep impression on Sirin. She hadn't even played with or figured out those things yet, and now there's something new? "[What a blissful life...]" Sirin thought silently as she sipped her porridge. "But it's really fun, I guarantee you've never seen anything like it before." Mo Mo had a mysterious smile on his face. "Look forward to it." "[Hmph, do you think I'll repeat the same mistakes? How naive!]" A barely perceptible sneer appeared on Sirin's lips. "[I'm not the same person I used to be, those things can never shake my will again.][Because, I am a Herrscher!]" Firmly making a vow in her heart, Sirin kept reminding herself as she sipped her porridge. "[I am a Herrscher, I am a Herrscher, I am a Herrscher.][Destroy humanity, destroy humanity, destroy... Hey, this porridge smells so good!]" "Slurp slurp slurp..." Xilin's eating speed increased again. A bowl of thin porridge was gone in the blink of an eye. Pushing the bowl forward, Xilin gave Mo Mo a rather provocative look. [I want to see what new tricks you'll pull today.] Noticing Xilin's gaze, Mo Mo muttered to himself, [So eager...] His eyes were practically gleaming. "I can't do anything with you..." With a slight sigh, Mo Mo also shoveled the remaining porridge into his mouth. Today I'll show you what the pinnacle of human wisdom is. "Jiang Jiang Jiang Jiang! This is it!" Leading Xilin to the living room, Mo Mo rummaged through drawers for a while, then pulled something out from under the drawers and showed it to Xilin. This... Xilin frowned. She hadn't seen the device before, but the buttons on either side of the handle and the screen in the middle clearly identified it. "This is a SU game console... a console?" This slightly unfamiliar word stirred a long-forgotten part of Xilin's memory. Back in the days before she fell into the clutches of fate, when she lived a simple but happy life, she had heard of such things. It seemed to be every child's dream. "Let it keep you company while I'm gone." Mo Mo casually pulled out a cord. "It still needs charging... but it won't take long." After making sure everything was ready, Mo Mo picked up his bag and waved to Xilin. "If you're hungry, there are snacks in the fridge, but don't eat too much, okay? I'm leaving now, bye~" Xilin's left hand quickly pressed down on her slightly raised right hand. [Uncle Cha has been led into his rhythm, this is dangerous.] 1[But after he left, nothing much happened...] Sirin's attention began to wander, her gaze gradually falling on the game console charging on the table, and she couldn't help but glance at it a few more times. Although a mature Herrscher wouldn't be attracted to such a childish toy, in this moment of utter boredom, it wouldn't hurt to give it a try. Before the battery was fully charged, Sirin unplugged the charger and held the game console in her hand. The unfamiliar feel exuded a sense of novelty. "That's it? Heh." With a disdainful flick of the controller, Sirin opened the first game as taught by Mo Mo. After a short wait, a strange sound came from the game console. "Pikachu!"

The monotonous ringing of the school bell was, to countless people, the most beautiful sound imaginable. Before long, wave after wave of students poured out of the school gates. Mo Mo was among them. With his schoolbag slung over one shoulder, Mo Mo showed no sign of fatigue; instead, he seemed somewhat... satisfied? [Ah~ learning makes me happy.] [Tch, I bet you wouldn't have said that before.] A second voice rang out, but it didn't attract anyone's attention. [Things are different now.] Mo Mo didn't feel anything strange; his expression remained unchanged as he pondered, [Although only a few days have passed, it feels like ages have gone by.] Even the teacher's familiar serious face seemed so kind.

[Correction: You really haven't been to school for over three years, it feels like ages have passed, no doubt about it.] [I don't have those three years, so it doesn't count!] Mo Mo thought to himself, then sighed, [I just wanted to experience a little bit of my lost student life, do you have to be so... dramatic?] [Experience student life?] The system's voice boomed in Mo Mo's mind, [If I hadn't happened to find you when you went out to buy groceries, you'd still be being played by that little brat!] [It's not like I can resist Yu Duchen's ability, but anyway, everything's alright now, so relax.] Despite saying that, Mo Mo couldn't help but feel a lingering fear. That ability to almost distort one's mind was truly terrifying. [Relax? Oh, so it wasn't you who got thrown from the tenth floor, and you're just standing here talking to me like that without any remorse?] The system's voice grew louder with each sentence, [That brat, I didn't do anything, just stood there for a couple of seconds, and she just threw me away, threw me away! That's the tenth floor, damn it, falling from that height, I almost thought I was going to die, you know? You don't know! She threw me like that, ouch, tsk tsk tsk.] The system couldn't help but sigh, expressing its inner suffering, which made Mo Mo unable to suppress his emotions and laugh out loud. [You're still laughing! You're so shameless, still laughing! Damn it, if it weren't for saving you, would I have to suffer like this!][Okay, okay, just give me a rest. Count how many times you've said this since I picked you up, aren't you tired?] Mo Mo pouted, the key now is to seize the time before Xi Shan realizes something is wrong. "[Hurry up? I don't see how urgent you are. Look at you, eating your meal, drinking your cola, and cuddling your mistress. Aren't you living a pretty comfortable life?]" "[This is what I'm doing. Let Xilin experience the beauty of life. Maybe she'll give up destroying humanity. Didn't I say before that the more desperate a person is, the more they need just a little hope to be filled?]" Mo Mo explained, then retorted sharply, "[Also, your words insulted my character and integrity. I demand you correct yourself immediately!]" "[Did I say something wrong?]" The system showed no intention of admitting its mistake. "[But will your method even work? Experience the beauty of life? With that damn game?]"

Mo Mo stopped, looked up at the familiar tall building in front of him, and smiled confidently. [It seems you don't understand what 'power' truly means.]

No one can defeat it; no one can.

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70. Miss Sirin will not become obsessed with Pokémon.

"Click." A soft sound of a door opening echoed from the entryway, but it didn't seem to attract anyone's attention. Mo Mo cautiously peeked half her head through the crack in the door and glanced into the living room.

Celine was sprawled on the sofa, a SU game console in front of her, her legs sometimes raised, sometimes lowered, her hands constantly tapping away. At the same time, a series of strange cries rang out. "Pikachu!" "Pikachu pikachu!" "Pikachu~"

Mo Mo could clearly see that Sirin's crimson eyes were shining brightly, and she seemed completely mesmerized. [See? I told you so!] Mo Mo felt relieved upon seeing this and thought to himself, [I told you it would definitely work, right?] [Hiss--] The system gasped, [There's a problem, there's really a problem. Is this girl really Sirin? The Second Herrscher who's always yelling about destroying the world?] [Otherwise?] Mo Mo quietly opened the door and slipped into the entryway, [I told you, no one can resist the charm of that yellow electric mouse, no one...]

The system wanted to refute Mo Mo's words, but Xilin's tireless behavior and absorbed expression perfectly validated Mo Mo's thoughts. [I have to admit, you're stronger.] [Right~] Mo Mo knocked on the door behind him with satisfaction and called out softly.

Before the words had even finished, Xilin, who had been leisurely lounging on the sofa, suddenly stiffened. She grabbed the game console in front of her, exited the game, plugged in the charging cable, slammed it onto the table, then crossed her arms, crossed her legs, and assumed a relaxed, resting posture. The entire sequence of actions was fluid and seamless. If Mo Mo hadn't witnessed it with his own eyes, he probably wouldn't have believed it was true. "Xilin, have you been behaving well at home?" Pretending to be nonchalant, Mo Mo took off his shoes, walked into the living room, and put down his schoolbag. Xilin slightly opened her eyes, glanced at Mo Mo, and nervously tapped her arm—without saying a word. "Hmm?" Mo Mo looked at the black screen of the game console on the table and asked with considerable "surprise," "Xilin, you haven't been playing the game console?" "I... cough cough." She was about to deny it outright, but Xilin quickly realized the problem. Only a fool wouldn't notice that the game console had been tampered with; pretending to be unaware at this moment would be the most foolish thing to do. Clearly, Mo Mo wasn't stupid, and Xilin didn't consider herself foolish either. "This game is utterly unfunny. Trying to fool me with something like this is an insult..." That was what she wanted to say, but that yellow mouse was just too cute! Xilin felt the vibrant chirping still echoing in her ears, the lingering sound lingering. "Well... I gave it a try anyway," she replied casually, glancing at the game console on the table. "It's nothing special, huh? Just a child's toy." [A mere virtual character, yet it's captivating me... I never imagined humans could create such terrifying weapons, capable of so easily shattering a Herrscher's will.] Terrifying, truly terrifying.

Sirin's gaze towards the game console held a hint of apprehension. "Is that so?" Mo Mo couldn't help but say, after taking a few glances at Sirin's petite frame, "But Sirin, you don't even... *pfft*." "Hmph!" Sirin scoffed disdainfully, retracting her right leg and turning her face away. [To dare define a Herrscher using human rules is laughable!] Fine. Rubbing his "severely injured" knee, Mo Mo sighed and continued, "Since you don't like it, then I'll... *pfft*"

This time, Sirin's action of retracting her left leg seemed somewhat awkward, and even her turned-away cheeks were tinged with a blush. "A little...playing around isn't out of the question..." Her stammering words, delivered in a voice barely audible, made Mo Mo almost miss what Xilin was saying. [Pfft...looking at her...where's the look of a world destroyer?] [As if you know what a world destroyer is like.] Mo Mo thought to himself, [After all, she's just a child...how mature and composed can she be?] That so-called maturity is just a facade. Or perhaps a clumsy child trying to pass for an adult? [Correction, she's a brat.] The system emphasized, [I'll never forget that girl throwing me off the tenth floor! I'll...[make her understand why flowers are so red, huh? How many times have you said that? Seriously, is that little bit of height really that hard for you?] [Otherwise, what do you think she'll do?] Hmm...maybe she can withstand Ultraman's Spacium Ray? Aren't you the original? 1. [Farewell.] The system replied decisively, [I estimate that you can't find a single genuine belt like the one you mentioned in any parallel universe.][.].

The sensation of his clothes being tugged pulled Mo Mo back to reality. Looking down, he met Xi Lin's gaze, which, beneath its seemingly ordinary surface, held a hint of burgeoning desire.

Seeing her gaze shift back and forth between herself and the game console in her hand, Mo Mo easily understood her meaning. "Then you can play for a little longer. But don't play for too long. I'm going to prepare lunch now. If I see you still playing after I've finished preparing, hmph~" Mo Mo said with a smile, "Then you won't get lunch." Seeing Xilin's hand, which was reaching for the game console, suddenly freeze, Mo Mo nodded with satisfaction, "Just kidding..." Grabbing the game console on the table, Xilin glared fiercely at Mo Mo's departing back, gritting her teeth. [How dare you threaten me like this? Am I, Xilin, a coward, or have you, Mo Mo, gotten too cocky? I'll make you pay the price sooner or later!] She angrily exhaled a few breaths of resentment, and Xilin skillfully turned on the game console. [After I finish playing the game.] She fiddled with the controller a few times, thought for a moment, and then shook her head.