I am Möbius's sister.

In her deep sleep, Isha had a dream, a bizarre and strange dream. She dreamt of an endless starry sky, with countless stars at her feet, and she was kneeling on the ground, her hands clasped in prayer. She couldn't control her body and could only passively perform a long prayer.

She wanted to raise her head to see who she was kneeling before, but when she tried, an indescribable, immense resistance stopped her. She tried with all her might to break free, but the resistance was like a mountain, unmoving no matter what she did.

Only after she exerted all her strength did the immense resistance loosen slightly, but the dream began to crumble. Cracks appeared in the endless stars beneath her feet, disintegrating at an extremely rapid pace. In the final moment before the dream collapsed, she caught a glimpse of the person kneeling before her, but even a single glance filled her with boundless fear, as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

The person she was kneeling before was... Sirin...

However, it was Sirin sitting on a magnificent and dreamlike throne, her beautiful eyes closed as if she were asleep. She was dressed in incredibly gorgeous clothes, and on her head was a dazzling crown, which was inlaid with thirteen incomparably brilliant gems.

The aura emanating from her was so terrifying that Isa felt as if she were facing an ocean, where even a small wave could swallow her whole. The gods she had ever seen did not seem to give her this kind of terrifying feeling. She was certain that it was Sirin, but it did not seem to be the Sirin she remembered. However, she was certain that the two were definitely closely related.

Before Isha could see anything clearly, the dream shattered. The boundless stars beneath her feet crumbled into pieces, and Isha felt a strong sense of falling as she plummeted into the endless abyss that lay beneath the shattered stars.

She didn't know how much time had passed before she felt herself land on 'the ground'—or rather, a flat surface. And all around her was endless darkness.

Isa stood up and looked around. She saw nothing but herself, and the incomparably noble figure was gone. This relieved her, and the fear in her heart lessened considerably.

suddenly!

A piercing cry reached her ears. She looked toward the source of the sound and froze in place. Before her stood a kind-looking blonde woman in a black nun's habit, cradling a crying little girl in her arms. The little girl looked remarkably like Isaac, or rather, almost identical to her.

“Cirith…” Isa murmured, as if a long-sealed memory was about to break free from her mind.

Before Isha could recall this memory, the scene in front of her changed again.

This time it was still that kind nun, but this time she lay in a pool of blood, her face contorted in a grotesque expression, her eyes still open, as if there was something left undone. Her hand was outstretched, pointing to a group of helpless and terrified girls.

Among the group of girls, Isa found herself clearly. Before them stood two mysterious figures clad in black robes, one of whom held a dripping blood knife.

They approached the girls with sinister grins.

Isa instinctively wanted to run over, but found herself unable to move. Looking at herself trembling among the group of girls, Isa felt a sharp pain in her head, gasped, and clutched her head.

The cries of the girls and the sinister laughter of the man in black robes echoed in her ears until Isha's mind went blank, the pain vanished like a tide, and her memories gradually crumbled.

Isa reached out as if to grab something, but grasped only air. At that moment, the image of Sirin, seated on the throne, gradually became clearer in her mind.

……

"Huff, huff, huff..." Isha awoke from her slumber, still bound to the restraint chair. She slightly raised her head to look up at the pristine white ceiling. Memories gradually returned, but she felt as if a large chunk of them were missing; some memories seemed lost. However, the majestic and noble figure from her dream remained imprinted in her mind, filling her with dread.

"You're awake."

Just then, a familiar voice rang out in front of Isa. She looked up and her eyes widened in surprise. Sirin! It was Sirin! The living, breathing Sirin!

Sirin frowned slightly as she looked at Isa, who was standing there in a daze, and waved her hand in front of Isa's eyes: "Are you alright? How are you feeling?"

Pulled back to reality by Sirin's actions, Isa's face showed fear. She stammered, "Sir... Sirin! Please... please don't punish me! I was blind... I offended you! Please... please don't... don't turn me into a shameless sow!"

"???" At this moment, Xilin's little head was full of big question marks.

Punishment? Why would she punish Isa? And why would she turn Isa into a shameless sow? What is this person thinking?! How can she come up with such R-rated stuff when she has no memories? Is lewdness really a human instinct? Even after becoming a Herrscher, she still gets lewd.

'boom'

Seeing the panicked Isaac in front of her, Sirin couldn't help but reach out and give her a hard tap on the forehead.

The pain in her forehead calmed Isa down temporarily. She dared not show any fear, for fear of angering Sirin.

"What are you thinking? Honestly, turning you into a shameless sow wouldn't do me any good, so why would I do it?" Sirin said irritably.

Hearing what Celine said, Isa breathed a sigh of relief.

“However…” At this moment, Xilin suddenly changed the subject.

Isa's heart, which had just settled down, jumped again.

“You’ve already taken many lives, haven’t you? Punishment is necessary, even killing you wouldn’t be too much. But the situation is special. I was originally planning to use you as a test subject, but now you have to cooperate with me on something, understand?” Sirin crossed her arms.

"I...I understand." Isa nodded meekly, but she didn't think she had done anything wrong. In her eyes, humans and she were two different kinds of creatures. Ordinary humans were not even as good as insects in her eyes.

She found it strange that Sirin, who was also a Herrscher, would help humans. As a Herrscher with a lifespan that was almost infinite and powerful, it was too strange for her to be with a group of lowly humans. Didn't she feel any sense of distance or discomfort?

Despite her doubts, Isa dared not ask any more questions. Her instincts told her that to survive, she had to obey Sirin's words and it was best not to ask any questions.

Seeing Isa's compliant demeanor, Sirin nodded in satisfaction. She had originally intended to... train and subdue her, but it seemed that was no longer necessary.

After easily suppressing the power within Isa, Sirin freed her from the restraint chair.

Next, we need to find Alicia.

Chapter 110 Feeling smug!

After being freed from the restraint chair by Sirin, Isa was forcibly put on electronic handcuffs and taken with her by Sirin's side.

After finishing everything she needed to do, it was almost dawn. Sirin hadn't slept all night, and had been busy contacting Alicia, trying to get Alicia to help her obtain Isa's identity information, as well as information about where Isa became a pseudo-Herrscher.

All Celine currently knows about Isa is her appearance and name; Isa can't recall any other information. No matter how much she's threatened or coaxed, Isa insists she can't remember, and judging from her expression, she probably genuinely can't remember and isn't lying.

At this moment, Sirin desperately wanted the power of the Herrscher of Knowledge, because it was a power that specialized in consciousness. If she had this power, she wouldn't need to ask; she could simply delve into Isa's consciousness to find it, instead of going through all this trouble.

But she shouldn't even think about it now. It's almost the fourth Honkai Impact, and the Herrscher of Knowledge won't appear until the eighth Honkai Impact, so it's still a long way off. Besides, she doesn't know if she can even win then. Although the Honkai Will can't directly intervene, each Herrscher's power will definitely keep increasing.

No matter what, she has to fight even if she can't win. Behind her is her family, and she has to protect them. In her heart, her family is the most important, and humans are just secondary.

After contacting Alicia late at night and secretly using her charms behind Mebius's back, Alicia accepted Sirin's request and quickly handed over Isa's identity information to Sirin. Sirin only had to wait less than half an hour, as with current technology, anyone with Isa's face could find out her identity information.

Although much of the city's resident information was lost due to the collapse, it was still stored in the database of the country to which the city belonged. This is why Alicia took half an hour to give the information to Sirin; normally, it wouldn't take half an hour.

Through this information, Sirin learned that Isa was actually a nun candidate, a girl adopted by an old nun in the convent, and there were more than a dozen girls like Isa.

Regarding the information about the monastery, Celine had Alicia send her a copy. The monastery originally belonged to the old nun who adopted Isa; that nun's name was Celine. However, somehow the owner of the monastery later became a middle-aged man with a sinister appearance. The reason given was that the old nun had sold the monastery.

After paying the price of letting Alicia masturbate for half an hour, Sirin obtained the old nun's identity information. After repeated comparisons, Sirin concluded that there were definitely suspicious points: the old nun had already died before the Honkai occurred, and the monastery changed hands less than three days after her death.

A dead person can sell a house? That would be a horror story. This is undoubtedly a huge loophole, but for some reason no one has noticed this anomaly.

Afterwards, Sirin asked Alicia to check the information of the sinister-looking middle-aged man, at the cost of doubling the time allotted to him.

The man was a local, and a fairly well-known businessman in the area. He originally had no connection with the old nun; the convent was bought suddenly.

Through the man's personal information, Xilin successfully found his social media account and other things. She wasn't a good-for-nothing who just stayed at home all the time; she was quite good at this kind of thing.

Through some clues, Xilin successfully pieced together the man's general image. The man seemed to be a follower of a mysterious religion, and he frequently promoted this religion on some of his social media accounts.

Regarding this religion, Sirin once again asked Alicia to find information about it, but of course, there was a price to pay. This time, the price was that Alicia could change into any outfit she wanted for half an hour.

After learning about this religion, Alicia also revealed some information to her. This religion seemed to be a cult, but compared to those cults that were constantly carrying out terrorist attacks, this one was a bit more moderate and didn't openly engage in violence, but it wasn't much better; they did a lot of things behind the scenes.

However, it has powerful backers, and this entity even operates under the guise of a legitimate religion, boldly recruiting followers. Currently, however, its reach is limited to that city—the city destroyed by Isa—and most of its followers perished in the collapse.

A small number of believers committed suicide. Yes, they committed suicide. This is what Alicia told her. Among the survivors who were rescued, some were followers of that religion. They had been seriously injured and had finally regained consciousness, but these people committed suicide.

The deity worshipped in this religion is called God, and the religion itself is called the Holy Spirit Cult. All registered members have perished, and Celine discovers that the sinister-looking middle-aged man is actually the cult's leader.

When Celine showed Isa the middle-aged man's photo and Celine's picture, she seemed to remember something and identified the man as one of the first people she had killed.

After receiving this information, Sirin was more than 90% certain that the birth of the pseudo-Herrscher was inextricably linked to this sect. As Sirin further investigated this sect, she discovered that this sect had maintained contact and exchanges with another sect for a long time.

At this point, Sirin could no longer continue the investigation on her own; her abilities were limited, and she could only trace it this far. Continuing the investigation would only be a waste of time. Therefore, Sirin decided to slightly embellish the matter and have Alicia submit it to the Firemoth, hoping to use the Firemoth's power to pursue the investigation.

Even though she possesses world-destroying power, she still needs the help of others to carry out some things.

And this matter has come to a temporary end. All that's left is to wait for the investigation results, and then she can reap the rewards. The only downside is that she sacrificed a lot of her charm. That despicable Alicia, taking advantage of her information advantage, wanted to keep raising the price. The initial price was five minutes, but Alicia insisted on raising it to half an hour. It's utterly despicable.

Isa, who had temporarily lost her usefulness, was handed over to Möbius by Sirin. She would remain in the laboratory until she was needed again. Sirin, concerned for Möbius's safety, also stayed in the laboratory. No matter how obedient Isa appeared, she remained a pseudo-Herrscher from beginning to end.

Mebius, being an ordinary human who hadn't yet become a Fusion Warrior, was no match for a Herrscher. For Mebius's safety, Sirin stayed behind to assist with her experiments.

As dawn broke and a new day began, Celine tucked Möbius, who was sleeping on the makeshift bed, into bed and kissed her on the forehead. Then she sat down beside her, while Isa looked on with curiosity.

Isa didn't know what Sirin was thinking, but she vaguely sensed that this green-haired woman named Mebius seemed to hold a special place in Sirin's heart. Could humans and Herrschers truly coexist so harmoniously? Isa didn't understand, and she didn't ask. The two sat there quietly, the atmosphere becoming somewhat awkward for a moment.

Chapter 111 A Dream Without Sirin

The two sat there for an unknown amount of time. Celine kept playing on her phone, while Isa didn't dare to move. Gradually, Celine started to get bored, and because the atmosphere was so dull and awkward, she didn't even want to look at her phone anymore.

Xilin casually put her phone away and looked at Isa, who was sitting upright beside her. She had to admit that Isa was quite pretty, with long, smooth brown hair, a delicate nose, beautiful almond-shaped eyes, and rosy cheeks. All of these features were enough to show Isa's beauty.

Does this Honkai Will specifically choose beautiful girls as its agents? Thinking this, Sirin couldn't help but shake her head.

Meanwhile, Isa, who was already on edge under Sirin's watchful eye, couldn't help but start imagining things again after seeing her shake her head. What did Sirin mean by shaking her head? Did she think Isa was no longer of any use? If Isa was no longer of any use, would Sirin kill her, or turn her into a living, unbearable experimental subject on the operating table?

At this moment, Isa couldn't help but recall Sirin's threat from a few hours earlier: 'If you're not telling the truth, I'll throw you to those thirsty young ladies and let them train you... to become a shameless sow.' Sirin's words echoed in Isa's mind, and to her, this punishment was more terrifying than being used as an experimental subject or being killed outright.

She would never allow her dignity to be trampled on by lowly beings! She was a noble Herrscher! She could barely accept it if a super-advanced life form like Sirin treated her like this, but she just couldn't accept humans treating her like this.

The more I thought about it, the more panicked Isa became, and her petite body trembled with fear.

Seeing Isa suddenly start trembling, Sirin tilted her head in confusion. If she didn't know that Herrschers don't get epilepsy, Sirin would probably have thought Isa was having an epileptic seizure.

Is it too cold? It's still spring, so it's definitely going to be cold. Sirin looked at the tattered clothes that Isa was wearing. It would be strange if an ordinary person wasn't cold dressed like that.

But...Isa is a pseudo-Herrscher, can a pseudo-Herrscher feel cold? Theoretically, it should be possible, but it's absolutely impossible to feel cold at this indoor temperature. Sirin looked at the thermometer on the wall, it was only 20 degrees Celsius.

After thinking for a moment, Sirin decided to ask Isa what was going on, just to break the awkward silence.

“Isa, you…”

Before Xilin could finish speaking, she was interrupted by an even louder shout from Isa.

"Lady Sirin! I still have value. Don't give me away to humans! I don't want to be humiliated by lowly humans!" Isha cried, her voice filled with sorrow.

Sirin was completely bewildered; she felt like she and Isha were never on the same wavelength. When did she ever say she was going to give Isha to humans to humiliate her?

Seeing that Sirin didn't answer, Isa became even more certain of her idea. She gritted her teeth and lunged at Sirin. This lunge caused Sirin to instinctively stand up from her chair and back away. Isa fell straight to the ground. If she hadn't been a pseudo-Herrscher, she probably would have knocked out her teeth from the fall.

But that wasn't the end of it. Isa, who had missed her target, didn't give up and pounced on Sirin again. This time, her target was Sirin's calves covered by white stockings.

Having never experienced anything like this before, Sirin was momentarily at a loss with Issa. In her panic, to prevent Issa from getting any closer, Sirin stretched out her right leg and stepped on Issa's head.

However, Isa had achieved her goal. She gripped Sirin's right leg tightly with both hands, and the originally flawless white silk was stained with some dust by Isa's grip, thus tainting the pure white color.

"Lady Sirin! I still have value! Please spare me! Don't give me to lowly humans! I can be your henchman or warm your bed. I'm very obedient, and I don't even need to eat anything, just ingest Honkai energy! Waaah, Lady Sirin, please spare me!" Isa, who was being stepped on by Sirin, pushed forward with all her might, pleading with utmost sincerity.

"Let go of me first!"

"Lady Sirin, I'll release you if you promise me!"

"3, 2, 1, if you don't let go, I'll make sure you never have hands again!" Sirin warned Isha angrily. What kind of situation is this? She's such a beautiful person, but unfortunately, she can move.

Upon hearing this, Isabella's heart skipped a beat, and she inwardly cried out that she was doomed; she had truly angered Celine this time. Filled with immense regret, Isabella obediently released her hands from Celine's calves, and Celine kicked out with her right foot, stomping on Isabella's face.

Fortunately, Celine was wearing low-heeled leather shoes; otherwise, if she had been wearing high heels, Isa would have been very uncomfortable.