The Envoy of Abundance from Onphalus

　The star core was unusually calm and dormant at this moment, completely different from its previous manic state when it was on the verge of going berserk.

　"strangeness……"

　The aura emanating from Russell's fingertips rippled slightly. "Memory shock? Or a characteristic of the star core itself?"

　He eventually confirmed that Xing had simply fallen into a deep sleep due to the massive impact and chaos, and was otherwise unharmed.

　The hatch slid open, and Walter Young walked steadily in, leaning on his cane. He nodded to Russell: "Mr. Russell, thank you again. The star core within this child..."

　"No immediate danger."

　Russell withdrew his power and straightened up. "What amazes me more is this technology. To be able to lock such a violent star core so 'safely' inside a human body... I've never heard of such a thing."

　His tone carried an inquisitive interest.

　Dan Heng carefully helped March 7, whose legs were still a little weak, to her feet. As soon as the pink-haired girl recovered, she rushed to Russell's side and asked anxiously, "Mr. Russell! Xing...is she really alright? She said she was healthy...right?"

　Her eyes were fixed on the figure in the medical pod, filled with worry.

　"At least for now, his vital signs are stable, unlike what one would expect from a dying attack by a Doomsday Beast."

　Russell gave a relatively affirmative answer: "The long-term impact needs to be observed continuously."

　As he spoke, he gently picked up Xing, "The power of abundance cannot detect any physical problems, but there may be abnormalities on the mental level. A full scan would be more reliable."

　The crew of the Star Train exchanged glances. Walter calmly said, "Alright. Let's go and inform Station Master Estelle first."

　They watched Russell walk towards the deep scan area with the star in his arms.

　……

　Complex probes and beams silently enveloped the star's body. Russell stood before the control console, watching the waterfall of data flow through him, especially the steady pulsation of the star's core—an energy spectrum like a second heart—and couldn't help but marvel:

　"What an amazing little guy..."

　"Wonderful? Of course it's wonderful."

　A voice with its signature arrogant tone rang out.

　The medical pod door slid open, and a black tower doll walked in with precise steps. Its jewel-like eyes swept across the stars on the scanning table and finally locked onto Russell.

　"I never expected to see a solution for sealing a star core like this. Although... it's crude, it's efficient."

　The puppet walked over to Russell and looked at the screen as well.

　Russell didn't even turn his head, lightly tapping the console with his finger: "Oh, you've finally decided to come back? More efficient than I expected. The incomparably beautiful Black Tower lady."

　His tone was familiar yet playful.

　"Hmph, your data is crucial to the simulated universe, it's the highest priority. Getting an appointment with you isn't easy."

　The doll mimicked a micro-expression, as if to say, "What's wrong? Feeling uncomfortable talking to my doll? Don't you think it's realistic enough?"

　Russell finally turned his head, examined the exquisite yet lifeless doll-like body, and shrugged: "It is indeed a bit strange. It's like discussing the ultimate questions of the universe with... well, a top-tier talking figurine. When will your true form move?"

　"It will appear when it is meant to appear."

　The puppet feigned impatience, saying, "Once you input the core data, my main body will personally 'receive' you. For now, the puppet is sufficient."

　"I'm curious how your simulated universe will fit my data."

　Russell turned off the scanner, confirmed the stellar signs were stable, and walked to the side. "Also, how are we going to record? You expect me to obediently lie down and cooperate?"

　"Simple."

　The Black Tower puppet crossed its arms, assuming an arrogant posture, and said, "Project your complete consciousness into the simulated universe and personally play the role of the pharmacist."

　"I want to see what kind of sparks an atypical Abundance Envoy, who combines the sharpness of a hunter with the tenacity of a protector, will create when he collides with other Star Gods."

　The doll's jeweled eyes sparkled with curiosity.

　"Moreover, according to my calculations, once the Pharmacist falls, you have a greater than 75% chance of becoming the new Abundant Star God. Using you as a simulator is the most suitable option."

　Russell paused in wiping his hands, raising an eyebrow: "Are you sure? My 'Abundance' isn't entirely pure; the hidden agenda might cause your script to spiral out of control."

　"what!"

　The puppet let out a short, simulated laugh. "Following the rules? That doesn't make you a genius! What I want is the unknown! Variables! Out of control? That's the shortcut to discovering new knowledge! The more atypical, the more valuable!"

　"Alright, genius."

　Russell put down the towel with a helpless smile. "I'll start inputting it after I finish what I'm doing. Hopefully, your simulated universe won't crash right from the start."

　"Hmph, go ahead and try. It's not as fragile as you think."

　The doll's tone was full of confidence.

　Just as the two were talking, Xing on the scanning table emitted a soft groan. Her thick eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes.

　Her golden eyes were initially confused and bewildered. She struggled to turn her eyes. The unfamiliar ceiling, the cold instruments, and the two figures talking not far away—a tall man radiating emerald gold and an exquisite mechanical doll.

　"Uh……"

　Her throat was dry as she tried to sit up.

　Russell and the Black Tower doll immediately stopped talking and looked at her.

　"woke up?"

　Russell walked a few steps to the edge of the stage and reached out to support her. "How are you feeling? Is anything particularly uncomfortable?"

　Xing shook his groggy head as fragments of memories flooded in—the roar of the doomsday beast, the heat of the destructive beam, the resolute stance in front of March 7, and... that golden wound that stretched across the universe and the cold gaze!

　She sat up abruptly, her hands frantically searching her body, patting her arms, pinching her legs, touching her face and chest, as panicked as a small animal checking if its parts were intact.

　Russell looked at her and couldn't help but chuckle: "Stop touching her, you're all right, not a single hair is missing. You're perfectly healthy."

　The Black Tower doll leaned closer, its amethyst eyes scanning the stars, mimicking a look of disgust and confusion: "Hey, Russell. You think her reaction... could it be that her brain was fried by the Destruction Beam? Although her brainwave data is normal..."

　Russell ignored the sharp-tongued comment and said to Xing Wen, "This is the medical bay of the Black Tower space station. You were brave, but also too reckless. Thanks to you for blocking that blow, March 7th was alright."

　He magically produced the candy box that exuded a joyful aura, picked out a colorful candy, and said, "Here, a reward for the brave warrior."

　Without a word, it was stuffed into Xing's slightly open mouth.

　Pure joy and happiness exploded on the tip of my tongue, soothing the lingering shock and bringing a strange peace.

　Xing smacked her lips, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Russell, and without hesitation reached out her hand: "More!"

　Russell patted her on the shoulder and laughed, "However, that pink-haired girl was really frightened by you. While you were checking on her, she kept saying 'Please don't let anything happen to Xing,' and she felt so guilty."

　Xing froze. March 7th's worried face became clearly visible, and the sweetness in her mouth seemed to have faded.

　"She should still be in the control room, or with the train crew."

　Russell pointed to the door. "Instead of pestering me for candy, why don't you hurry up and go out and let her see you alive and kicking? Otherwise, with Little March's personality, this guilt will probably stay with her for days."

　Xing's eyes lit up instantly! As if receiving a top command, she jumped off the scanning table, staggered slightly upon landing, and immediately regained her balance.

　Without even saying thank you or goodbye, it let out a hurried, unintelligible "whoosh!" and shot out of the medical pod door like a small cannonball, disappearing at the end of the corridor in the blink of an eye.

　A brief silence fell over the medical ward.

　Russell looked at the swaying hatch, then at the Black Tower doll beside him.

　The doll's simulated expression froze on an extremely subtle state of disgust. Its eyes turned to Russell, and its simulated tone was full of certainty: "It's confirmed now. The Destruction Beam didn't burn out the hardware, but it definitely caused irreversible, brain-degrading shockwave damage to her software."

　"Is it possible that this child is born a little... well, neurotic?"

　Russell said frankly.

　"That candy box you just had,"

　The Black Tower doll's attention shifted instantly, its ruby ​​eyes sharply fixed on Russell's pocket. "The scent of pleasure is almost overflowing. Where did you get that?"

　"A gift from a 'pleasure' friend named Aha,"

　Russell took out the candy box and played with it between his fingers. "It's full of endless happy candies. Even the saddest person can taste a moment of pure joy by eating just one."

　"Ha, that sounds like something that guy would send. And it's strange that he considers you a friend."

　The Black Tower doll's simulated gaze revealed a deep interest.

　"I'm more curious about how the simulated God of Pleasure will treat you after you're thrown into the simulated universe. Will he send you another box?"

　"maybe?"

　Russell raised an eyebrow.

　"Can I borrow it to take a look?"

　The black tower doll stretched out its hand, its tone brooking no refusal, "Don't worry, we'll only study the pleasure power on it. Once we're done, we'll return it to you as is."

　"Black Tower,"

　Russell toyed with the candy box, a half-smile playing on his lips. "Things bestowed by the gods should not be lent out so easily."

　"Including the compensation for this data entry,"

　The Black Tower puppet immediately added a shrewd expression, saying, "Once you finally find Onpharos, I'll help you deal with the mastermind behind it all."

　"Then, using my experience in building simulated universes, I'll help you reshape that world. How about it?"

　She paused for a moment, then said, "One system is enough for a month. It's just an inanimate object, so research efficiency is high. Perhaps we can even use it to glimpse the essence of the Star God and improve the realism of the Pleasure Star God in the simulated universe."

　After listening, Russell tossed the candy box over without hesitation: "Deal. Don't forget your promise, Black Tower."

　"Okay, okay,"

　The doll caught the candy box precisely, hugged it to its chest, turned and walked towards the door, stopping in front of the sliding hatch, adding without turning its head, "Don't forget to come for the test."

　"it is good."

　……

　Chapter 85 The Road Home.

　Another black tower doll tapped impatiently on the metal railing with its fingertips, its amethyst eyes fixed on Himeko. "Having a star core inside her and still being able to jump around like that, she's much more interesting than most of the artifacts on the space station."

　Himeko, holding her coffee cup, smiled gently yet impeccably: "Just a gift of fate. Is Lady Black Tower very interested in her?"

　Don't use that prefix!

　The puppet suddenly turned its head and raised its voice by an octave, “'83rd seat in the Genius Club'? Vulgar! Even without this plaque, this genius is still a genius!”

　She has an almost obsessive confidence in her achievements and hates it when others define her value with titles.

　Just then, the gray-haired girl, Hoshi, curiously approached. Her golden eyes glanced at Himeko, then at the exquisitely crafted Black Tower doll that seemed unreal.

　"Chat?"

　The Black Tower doll's attention shifted instantly, and it spoke to Xing with a hint of condescension. The initial conversation was relatively peaceful, with the Black Tower inquiring with interest about Xing's feelings upon awakening and the pulsation of the star core within its body.

　Xing tried hard to recall, clumsily describing the chaotic fragments and the tearing pain.

　Xing looked at the intricate linkage structure at the puppet's joints and exclaimed sincerely, "Wow... what an amazing little mechanical figure! Can I have one?"

　The air solidified instantly.

　"Humph!"

　The Black Tower Doll let out a heavy snort from its nasal cavity, stomped its small metal foot hard on the floor, and turned to leave!

　"You should be grateful that I, a genius, am here to study you! You're only somewhat interesting now. Once my enthusiasm fades, you won't be able to beg me for anything!"

　After taking a few steps, she turned back as if she couldn't help herself, speaking rapidly: "Listen! I'm only willing to compromise now because I'm interested! A body with a star core inserted and still alive and well, what a rare sample!"

　"Even if the Interstellar Peace Corporation spent countless credits to help me, they couldn't persuade me to stay!"

　She glared at Xing and wagged her finger threateningly, "If you dare call me a magical little robot again, I'll stuff you into the space junkyard! I'll make you spend the rest of your life loving and cuddling those rotten wastes!"

　Unexpectedly, Xing's eyes lit up! She rubbed her hands together excitedly, as if she had heard a call from heaven: "All unknown trash cans? Could there be treasures hidden inside? Hehehe... What's the downside? Magical mechanical little people?"

　The Black Tower doll froze, even its simulated facial expressions momentarily disordered.

　She seemed speechless at this bizarre line of thought, and after a long while, she managed to stammer out to Himeko, "See! I told you that the destructive beam burned your brain! That Russell guy didn't believe me! What normal person would yearn for a garbage dump planet?"

　She took a deep breath, trying to regain her genius composure: "In short, I need you to stay on the space station for now to assist with the research. Of course, you can stay longer if you want, but once I get tired of you—don't expect me to give you a second glance. A genius's time is more precious than stars and diamonds!"

　She paused, her tone suddenly turning listless, with a rare, almost admonitory quality: "However... my suggestion is, go with this navigator and get on the Star Train. Space station? Ha, I don't have time to be a babysitter. Don't let me abandon you and you end up secretly crying in a corner."

　Before she finished speaking, the little doll had already disappeared around the corner of the corridor with slightly hurried steps. She couldn't wait to unlock the joyful energy on that box of joyful candies.

　Himeko gently patted Hoshi's shoulder, who was still a little confused, her voice warm and firm: "Don't feel pressured, child. The answer is in your heart. I will wait for you on the platform, waiting for the moment when you are ready to tell me."

　Her eyes offered silent support.

　Xing was caught in a fierce internal struggle: the Star Train? The space station? The trash cans on either side—which one was more likely to hold a priceless treasure?