I'm in another world, and I start out transformed into Lancelot.

The light instantly became richer and brighter, rapidly replenishing his almost depleted life essence while steadily repairing the bruises and tears on his body caused by the impact.

Inside the medical pod, Lu, who had regained some consciousness thanks to the powerful treatment, struggled to open his eyes slightly and nodded very slightly in Rose's direction, his eyes filled with deep gratitude.

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Just as Xiao Lu was enveloped by a gentle yet powerful stream of restorative light, and his internal energy surged violently due to the highly active photon gel, accelerating the healing of his wounds.

Rose's fingertips, hidden in the pocket of her white coat, twitched slightly, almost imperceptibly.

A faint red light shone from the bean-shaped eye of the yellow bean ball, hovering naturally in front of Rose, as if helping her tidy up the shadow of her wind-blown bangs, but it also created a blind spot.

An energy field, almost imperceptible to physical perception, instantly took shape!

Like the most precise nanoscale blood collection needle, it left no trace on the body surface, but precisely "extracted" several strands of substances (in layman's terms: Beria factors) that were thinner than a hair but contained unique life-origin information from Xiao Lu's blood, which was experiencing a dramatic surge in vitality.

Chapter 127 Let's go eat barbecue together~

The dark red light particles were instantly compressed and sealed into two specially made containment tubes as thin as hairs.

The entire process was completed silently and quickly, under the cover of medical light flow, in less than the blink of an eye.

[Asakura Riku (human host) - Peak vitality sampling (Beria factor induced state). Capture successful!]

Pollution level: 0.01% (environmental contamination, negligible)

[Archived to "Rare Materials - Not for Sale"]

The encrypted message flashed briefly on the screen of the soybean ball, then it returned to (;) serious guard duty mode.

Yes, the timing of the sample activity capture was perfect!

She ran her fingertips along the smooth outline of the containment tube in her pocket, a satisfied researcher's glint flashing deep in her eyes.

Whether it's the research on the potential genetic impact of the "Beria Twilight" sword or the analysis of special mixed-race constitutions, these are top-tier data points that are hard to come by.

Zeta's Belial Twilight seemed to sense something, and the red light in the metal eyes of Belial's head at the hilt flickered almost imperceptibly.

It seemed to turn its head slightly and glance at the direction of the medical pod below, then let out a soft, ambiguous "tsk".

It didn't utter any more sarcastic remarks, but the feeling that a tiny bit of its power source had been casually taken away by someone else made this maverick magic sword feel inexplicably annoyed.

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Just as this precious "private item" was successfully stored, Rose's pleasure threshold quietly rose to a new level. At the same time, a data flow fluctuation, seemingly from a higher dimension and filled with helplessness, gently brushed past Rose's level of consciousness, like a breeze blowing through stardust.

This feeling is very strange.

Rose clearly "knew" what the world consciousness was about to do—it wanted to restrict her "wool-pulling" behavior with the strictest regulations.

But she sensed more clearly that the rebuke ultimately failed to come down.

Like a hand poised to strike hard, but at the last moment it merely brushed her hair with utter helplessness and extreme gentleness.

It's a little cool, but it doesn't hurt at all.

An extremely subtle emotional fluctuation spread out like ripples.

It wasn't a human-sounding voice, yet it precisely conveyed a feeling akin to that of a highly intelligent agent facing a "mischievous child causing trouble but not enough to cause serious problems"—a mixture of helplessness, headache, and a hint of barely perceptible indulgence, ultimately culminating in a kind of habitual, permissive emotion.

It's as if it's saying: Oh well, let her have what she wants, even if it's just scraps.

The soybean ball seemed to have caught this extremely high-dimensional emotional echo as well. A period (.) emoticon flashed across its screen for a moment before it quickly returned to normal, pretending not to know anything.

Rose's lips twitched slightly upwards, but her owner quickly smoothed it out.

She subtly shifted her gaze back to the core battlefield—where Delta Claw was firmly gripping Belial Twilight, relentlessly battling the Void Monster that had kept everyone struggling during the day.

Well, the attitude of the world consciousness is increasingly moving closer to that of the "ultimate hypocrite who only supports one side of the story."

As long as it doesn't affect the happy ending that's ultimately "pushed," some harmless little quirks seem to have received a kind of tacit permission.

Realizing this, the genius mechanic's mood brightened even more.

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The deafening explosions finally subsided, leaving only the city's low hum and the gradually dissipating smoke and dust.

Night fell again, but it was no longer the suffocating darkness oppressed by the huge phantom, but a deep, somber feeling of relief and faint light.

In the armory's operations room, the long-suppressed air seemed to burst like a balloon, releasing with a "pop," filled with the bewilderment and exhaustion of surviving a disaster, as well as the longing for hot food.

"Oh... Oh my god!... That's awesome!" Haruki, still immersed in his super-powerful form, excitedly waved his fist like an overly excited child, then his stomach made an inappropriate loud "grumble".

He scratched his head awkwardly, his face turning red. "Uh, I'm so hungry! It's a get-together! All-you-can-eat barbecue! Let's go!" The boiling passion he had just felt was instantly replaced by the most primal hunger.

"Agreed!" Yoko's voice was unusually cheerful. She let out a long sigh of relief, and the tense lines on her face finally softened, as if a huge burden had been lifted. "Is that shop still open?"

Jiehua nodded vigorously, almost poking a hole in the tablet: "Keep it running! 24 hours! They have snowflake beef brisket! And Quantum Nebula Mousse! I want two servings!"

Her eyes sparkled; she had been studying data all night, her brain was completely drained, and she desperately needed a sugar rush.

Shota Hebikura leaned against the doorframe, watching his teammates instantly switch from tense battle mode to foraging mode. He couldn't help but chuckle as he touched the Dark Ring in his pocket, which was now sulking from its defeat.

"Looks like someone's treating us to a meal or two." His gaze swept meaningfully over Rose, who had just put down her communication terminal.

The latter was elegantly smoothing out non-existent wrinkles on his white coat with his fingertips. Upon hearing this, his icy blue eyes precisely swept over the number on the main screen labeled "Estimated Municipal Compensation for the Battle of Monsters and Giants".

Seeing the enormous amount of zeros that was still shockingly large even though the main facilities were protected by her shield, the relaxed and carefree smile on her lips instantly froze, perfectly switching to a business-like smile with a subtle "killer aura".

“Of course.” Her voice was steady and calm, but Huang Douqiu could almost hear the clinking of coins rolling in the background. “The bill is recorded in the Armory Special Activities Funds account.”

Her gaze shifted to Captain Hebikura, the corners of her mouth curving into a deeper smile, carrying a knowing undertone.

Hebikura shifted his gaze without changing expression, seemingly taking a keen interest in the ceiling. "Ah, the city night view tonight is exceptionally... expensive," he muttered under his breath, the exact words elusive.

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Huge neon signs shimmered with an enticing warm light, and the aroma of food enveloped the exhausted but hungry warriors like a cozy wool blanket.

"Wow—! Meat! All meat!" Yaohui's eyes were brighter than the alarm lights in the operations room. Holding the plate, he practically went into high-speed movement mode, precisely sweeping across the snowflake beef brisket, thick-cut beef tongue, and spicy chicken thigh meat.

Yoko was relatively restrained but extremely efficient, quickly and elegantly arranging various high-quality meats and fresh vegetables into the baking pan. The sizzling oil and rising aroma made Yuka, who was staring at the steak with her mouth watering, swallow hard.

Half of her plate was filled with roasted meat, while the other half was piled high with cool-looking "Quantum Nebula Mousse," "Galaxy Popping Candy Tart," and "Anti-Gravity Pudding."

As the genius girl ate, she muttered to herself, "This molecular popping candy simulates stellar wind particle flow... This starry blue glaze has a food-grade safe colorfastness thanks to a special stabilizer... Mmm! Delicious!"

"Yuka, focus on your food!" Yoko said helplessly, carefully placing a freshly grilled piece of beef brisket onto the plate next to her "mountain of desserts".

Captain Hebikura sat in the main seat, slowly turning the grilled meat, his sake cup emptying and refilling repeatedly. His gaze occasionally drifted towards the door, appearing somewhat distracted.

Rose, on the other hand, was much quieter. With graceful movements, she used serving chopsticks to pick up a few slices of vegetables and some thinly sliced ​​Wagyu beef, slowly grilling and flipping them, then tasting them in small bites.

The soybean ball floated on the table beside her, and the screen displayed a huge emoticon of intoxication.

A mini straw had somehow appeared at the bottom of the sphere, and someone was happily sipping a small cup of special matcha ice cream.

It even secretly projected its image onto the gong decorations in the store as a backdrop, saying, "() BBQ with matcha~ Life's a winner!" Rose gently poked its satisfied little straw with her fingertip, earning a series of "beep beep" protest waves.

Chapter 128 The Custody Fee of World Consciousness

"By the way, where's Senior Lu?" Yao Hui asked, his mouth full of meat, his words muffled.

"He's resting at Xingyun Manor." The person who had just temporarily played the doctor took a sip of barley tea. "He needs to rest and recover."

She paused, then her fingertips tapped rapidly and discreetly under the table a few times.

Huang Douqiu's bean-like eyes lit up slightly, and several lines of encrypted data, visible only to Rose, flashed and disappeared in the space under the table: [Initiation Plan: Supply Support - Nebula Manor Special Channel].

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A little earlier, in a quiet alley not far from the Nebula Mansion spaceship.

A slight ripple appeared in the air, and Peja cautiously peeked out from the shadows. After confirming that it was safe, he laboriously dragged a huge insulated takeout bag out of the subspace rift.

It bears the familiar Radish House logo. It feels heavy and full of heartwarming, everyday charm.

"Peja-san!" A deliberately lowered voice sounded from the corner. The bean ball slid out silently like a ghost, and the emoticon "(^▽^) Underground docking successful!" flashed on the screen, its bean-like eyes sparkling with excited blue light.

"Zero-chan!" Peja replied in a low, excited voice, "Rem said Riku is asleep, but he'll definitely be starving when he wakes up!"

Huang Douqiu then "spit out" a matte black metal box about one meter long: "(?o?o)?? The support package prepared by the boss has arrived!"

"What is this?" Peja looked curiously at the mysterious box bearing a universally recognized mark.

"(｀?ω?') Shh—Classified!" The bean-shaped screen immediately displayed an exaggerated encryption pattern. "There's good stuff inside: Lyme's analysis data backup hard drive, Nebula Manor's advanced energy core maintenance kit, and a powerful stamina recovery gel for Xiao Lu..."

The box wasn't fully closed, and Peijia glimpsed even brighter colors peeking through the gaps—adorable, meticulously packaged candies and some childlike trinkets.

"And these too," Huang Douqiu said with a hint of smug excitement, "(≧?≦)ノ These are energy lollipop packs and little surprises that Boss personally added! Peijia-san and Xiao Lu should both recover happily!"

"The boss said, well, this is considered as Lu paying for it (referring to the Belial factor that was secretly taken away), and also, some people have privately asked us to take good care of you~."

It did not mention the "custody fee" for the Geed World Consciousness.

Huang Douqiu wouldn't make a fuss about this—not long ago, Ultraman Geed's world consciousness suddenly descended, scaring it and its host half to death, almost thinking that their little trick of secretly collecting light particles had been caught red-handed by their parents.

The result was completely unexpected.

It seems that the world consciousnesses have a special "communication group". When Geed World learned of Nebula Manor's plight, it came to offer its help.

The other party stated directly: "My child (Xiao Lu) is always fighting on an empty stomach, please take good care of him." Before the words were even finished, a generous amount of points was steadily deposited into their account.

Faced with this unexpected kindness and "huge sum of money," Huang Douqiu was almost moved to tears, wishing he could stand at attention and swear on the spot: "Don't worry! Senior Lu is our dear senior!"

What surprised Huang Douqiu even more was that before leaving, the world consciousness actually left a gentle, indescribable feeling, and "lightly stroked" Rose's head.

This sudden, intimate gesture, reminiscent of a senior looking after a junior, momentarily disrupted Huang Douqiu's data stream. Its inner voice couldn't help but scream silently, "Hey! What's wrong with these world consciousnesses! Are they all so mischievous?!"

“...Please?” Pei Jia felt a warmth in his heart. He struggled to lift the large box and takeout bag, solemnly touched his “claws” to Huang Douqiu, and quickly disappeared into the ripples at the entrance of Xingyun Manor.

Huangdouqiu paused for a few seconds to confirm, then the screen lit up with "(;'?`)B OK, mission accomplished!" and quietly disappeared back to the Radish House to continue making matcha ice cream.

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The atmosphere inside the Radish House restaurant was lively.

The aroma of the roasted meat was so strong it was almost overwhelming, accompanied by the sizzling sound of oil and the cheerful laughter of comrades.

Captain Hebikura's somewhat wandering gaze finally focused—a young man in a designated driver's uniform handed him a thermos box with the logo of a high-end coffee brand.

Upon opening, several cans of fine coffee beans and a row of canned coffee gleamed with a cold, metallic sheen.

"(￢_￢).." Huang Douqiu flashed Rose a disdainful emoji that represented "Captain Hebikura secretly ordered takeout coffee but didn't include us."

Rose's lips curled up almost imperceptibly as she picked up her matcha and took a small sip, as if savoring another kind of "consumer wisdom."

At this moment, Yuka was immersed in her "fantasy laboratory," excitedly describing her grand plan for researching the fragments of Greza, her drool almost dripping onto the table.

Captain Hebikura seemed to see through her little scheme, and with lightning speed, he precisely stuffed a skewer of grilled, crispy, and juicy beef tongue into her mouth: "Focus on eating, Kyubi. Research the plan and write it into the report later."

This jarring yet incredibly thoughtful gesture drew laughter from everyone.

"Hooray! I'm full! I'm alive again!" Haruki patted his round belly contentedly, raising his empty Coke cup with a hearty laugh. "Cheers! Cheers to being alive! Cheers to barbecue!"

"Cheers! To live!" "To barbecue!" Cheers rose and fell, the clinking of glasses producing a crisp, pleasant sound. Even Captain Hebikura obligingly raised his newly opened can of coffee.

Outside the window, the city is still sleeping and healing amidst the embers of war.

But in this small barbecue restaurant, amidst the smoky aroma of grilled food and the uninhibited laughter of his companions, the suffocating tension and despair receded like a tide.

All that remained was the warmest, most comforting noise. The first meal after surviving the ordeal was itself the greatest reward.

As for the bill... Rose elegantly wiped the corner of her mouth, her icy blue eyes reflecting the warm yellow lights in the store, naturally belonging to the department that was well-versed in "actual calculations".

The soybean ball let out a satisfied pixel-style burp, and a contented (?o?o?) emoticon lit up on the screen.

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Inside Xingyun Manor, Xiao Lu was awakened by the aroma of food.

He looked with suspicion at the mountain of takeout bags that Pei Jia excitedly carried in, and the mysterious black metal box next to them.

"It was sent by Dr. Rose, the super amazing one that Xiao Lu mentioned, and her little round Zero-chan!" Pei Jia chattered excitedly, like a little sparrow. "They said they were worried you were starving! And this..."

He pointed to the black box, "It's a friendly donation! The doctor even gave us super cute candies and gifts!"

The soft light of the Lime gently swept across the box, and the core's light seemed to flicker in surprise: "High-quality energy supply detected, precision maintenance kit, high-value analytical data backup."

"Preliminary assessment: The overall value of this material aid exceeds the calculable standard, and the core judgment logic has experienced a temporary fluctuation. Recommended solution: Be grateful and immediately proceed with consumption and receipt."