The Envoy of Abundance from Onphalus

　Her small hands trembled slightly as she looked up at Russell, her ruby ​​eyes filled with disbelief and inquiry: "Mr. Russell, these...they really all..."

　"It's all true."

　Russell affirmed gently, his smile carrying a reassuring power, "And the gift I'm giving you will allow you to heal your future family members just as I healed those homeless people."

　"Is it really possible?"

　Clara lowered her head, spread out her small hands, her tone both expectant and somewhat timid.

　"of course."

　Russell nodded encouragingly. "Now, as long as you concentrate your mind and think about helping and repairing, a light representing life and growth will appear in your palms."

　"Try to touch it, to connect with it, and you can bring healing to them."

　Clara took a deep breath, closed her eyes as instructed, and tried to concentrate. Soon, a soft and pure emerald green halo slowly lit up in her fair palm. Although it was not as magnificent as Russell's, it was equally full of warm life energy.

　"See, you did it."

　Russell's voice was approving. "Now, go and say hello to your family. They've been waiting for you."

　He ruffled Clara's hair, then considerately stepped back a few paces, leaving space for the girl and her reborn mechanical family.

　Clara no longer hesitated, jogging forward and softly calling out those names she knew so well, stroking their cold, yet now seemingly warm, shells.

　She remembered how each robot got sick and every little thing they had ever done for her.

　What surprised her even more was that her family members no longer responded with monotonous synthesized voices, but with more natural and vivid tones that were full of joy and dependence on each other.

　She glanced back every now and then at Russell, who was watching her with a smile, her heart filled with gratitude. All these incredible miracles were thanks to this mysterious doctor.

　At the same time, Russell did not stop. With a slight thought, the pale golden mysterious markings reappeared around his body.

　An even more vast and invisible power of abundance emanated from him, spreading quietly like a gentle tide, softly washing over the entire mechanical settlement.

　Every robot still in operation, whether it was an automated soldier on patrol or a nursing unit helping out in the clinic, underwent subtle but positive changes under the influence of this force—their operations seemed to be smoother, their movements more coordinated, and a certain vague consciousness within their core seemed to be gently polished and made clearer.

　As the core of the entire settlement, Schwarzkopf naturally received the most special blessing. A pure and vast stream of life energy silently flowed into his processing center, not to destroy, but to optimize and complete.

　……

　“Mr. Russell,”

　After a brief reunion with her family, Clara didn't forget her business. She ran back to Russell, took his hand again, and her little face beamed with a happy smile. "You said you wanted to see Mr. Schwarz, and I'll take you there now!"

　She led Russell by the hand and easily made her way to a relatively open platform deep within the settlement.

　A giant humanoid robot, about three meters tall, with a deep blue-purple shell, stood there quietly. Its large red single eye on its head emitted a scanning light, firmly locking onto Russell.

　[High-energy unknown life form detected... Threat level calculation in progress...]

　A cold mechanical sound rang out.

　"Mr. Schwarz! Mr. Russell is not a bad person!"

　Clara immediately let go of Russell's hand, ran to the giant robot's feet, and explained eagerly, "He cured so many sick people and saved all our families! He really, really is a good person!"

　Schwarz's single eye flickered a few times, as if reprocessing the information. [Based on Clara's testimony and behavioral consequences, reassessment... Target: Russell. Threat Level: None.] The mechanical voice seemed to have undergone a very subtle change in tone. [Mr. Russell, what is your purpose in seeking me out?]

　"Nothing special."

　Russell stepped forward, looking up at the steel giant, "I've come simply to offer a bountiful gift to a solitary guardian who has steadfastly upheld his commitment to preservation."

　[A gift similar to the one you gave Clara?]

　Schwarz accurately captured the key words.

　"Yes, Mr. Schwarz. Your long-standing perseverance and rational efforts deserve recognition and praise. Please accept this strength, and may it help you better walk the path of conservation you have chosen."

　Russell extended his finger, and a drop of emerald light, condensed with the ultimate essence of life, flew out lightly and disappeared into Schwarz's heavy breastplate.

　Instantly, Schwarz's massive body trembled slightly, and complex energy patterns flowed across its outer shell. It wasn't a dramatic change in appearance, but an internal sublimation—his computing core, which originally relied on a vast database and a cold, hard logic chain, became more efficient, refined, and almost intuitive;

　The more significant change is that the emotional parameters that he could never truly understand and could only cope with through simulation seem to have been injected with real vitality, becoming vivid and understandable.

　His gaze towards Clara now held more human emotion, which was a significant improvement for him.

　He slowly lowered his head, looked at his mechanical hand, then his gaze swept over the tense Clara, and finally focused on Russell again.

　His voice, though still deep, had strangely lost most of its mechanical coldness, gaining a steady, almost human quality: "Thank you for your generosity. According to my logic... no, according to my understanding, such selfless help is difficult to explain using conventional models. Why did you do this?"

　"For I am the messenger who walks the path of abundance."

　Russell calmly replied, "It is one of my ways to spread the gifts of life to those who deserve it and persist in doing good."

　"Therefore, there is no need to be confused, nor to feel that you owe me a huge favor. Continuing to walk the path that you have already paved is the best way to repay me."

　“I understand, Mr. Russell.”

　Schwarz nodded slowly, the movement appearing more natural than before. "So, what is it that I need to do for you in return?"

　"If three young visitors come to your territory soon—a lively pink-haired girl named March 7, a calm black-haired youth named Danheng, and a somewhat special gray-haired girl named Xing—I hope you can provide them with appropriate help and care when they need it."

　"Consider it... a mutual entrustment between friends."

　[Information recorded. Mission: Provide necessary assistance during Danheng and Xing's visit to the mechanical settlement on March 7th. Status: Accepted.]

　Schwarz responded smoothly, "Thank you again for everything you've done for the Mechanical Settlement, esteemed guest. Perhaps, if possible, we could host a banquet within the Mechanical Settlement."

　"No, no, I've taken care of everything on this planet, so it's time for me to leave."

　Russell said softly.

　"Where are you going?"

　Clara immediately ran over and reluctantly grabbed his clothes.

　Clara was very sad to see Mr. Russell, such a good person, leave.

　“Go back to where I came from.”

　Russell crouched down, looking into her eyes. "My part of the story has come to an end. Now, it's time for Ariello-VI and you yourselves to write your own future. When everything settles down, perhaps we'll meet again amidst the stars and the sea."

　He pointed to the unique mark on Clara's hand: "Remember this mark. When you're ready one day to leave this planet and venture into the wider universe, it will be a ticket to new possibilities, and a gift from me to you about the future."

　"Goodbye, everyone."

　After Russell finished speaking, his figure suddenly became blurry, then transformed into a dazzling golden stream of light, soaring into the sky and disappearing into the air like a shooting star, as if he had never existed.

　Everyone in the settlement was deeply shocked by this miraculous scene and remained in a daze for a long time.

　Even Schwarz's latest computing core could not detect Russell's speed. At this moment, he was no longer a cold, protective machine, but a truly intelligent machine with human emotions.

　"Clara."

　"What's wrong, Mr. Schwarz?"

　"You've been saying you want to build a snowman, so why don't we go build one now?"

　“Mr. Schwarz…you…”

　"The changes that Mr. Russell brought to me have allowed me to understand emotions more clearly. So I'm sorry for refusing your request to build a snowman before."

　“It’s alright, Mr. Schwarz, I never thought it was a bad thing that you refused.”

　“Mr. Schwarzroth has a lot of things to do, so it’s normal for him to refuse Clara.”

　“Now I will never refuse any of Clara’s requests, because we are family, and family members should not refuse each other.”

　"So, Clara, let's go build a snowman together."

　"Yes, Mr. Schwarz."

　Clara smiled from the bottom of her heart, stirring up a wave of joy within Schwarzkopf's emotional logic module.

　This was something he had never done before.

　……

　Inside the Starry Sky Train, it was peaceful and warm.

　Himeko and Walter Young were sitting on the sofa in the observation cabin, discussing their upcoming flight plan in hushed tones. The cabin door slid open, and Russell walked in.

　"came back?"

　Himeko looked up, smiled, and greeted him. Walter adjusted his glasses and nodded in return.

　Russell nodded. "Yes, it's done. It wasn't appropriate for me to get involved in the children's adventure games, so I came back as soon as I finished."

　Just then, upon hearing the commotion, Jin quickly stepped out of the adjacent carriage. He walked straight up to Russell, said nothing, but frowned and carefully looked him up and down.

　He even walked around him to make sure he was unharmed, with not even a wrinkle on his clothes, before he breathed a sigh of relief, silently returned to his side, and resumed his usual dutiful guarding posture.

　"You,"

　Russell smiled somewhat helplessly. "What kind of injury could I possibly suffer?"

　"Protecting Mr. is my duty."

　Jin's answer was simple and firm.

　"You……"

　Russell shook his head, but there was no blame in his tone.

　Train conductor Pam skipped over, excitedly saying, "Now that Russell has returned safely, how about we have something nice to eat tonight to celebrate!"

　"OK,"

　Russell readily agreed with a smile, "Then I'll trouble the train conductor."

　"No trouble at all, no trouble at all!"

　Pam happily wiggled her big ears and started planning tonight's menu.

　at the same time……

　Sambo looked at the three train crew members who were still asleep and felt a little annoyed: "Damn, we used too much sleeping gas. This is going to be difficult."

　"Let's get them into the hotel first. We can't just leave them on the street, can we?"

　"If my buddies knew I put his junior out on the street, I think they'd whip me with a belt and make me scream. Forget it. It would be hilarious, but old Sambo doesn't want to become the source of that amusement." Sambo dismissed the idea that would be so entertaining.

　He then took a colorful candy out of his pocket and ate it.

　It was certainly fun to do that, but afterwards he was the guy that Aha would make a fool of himself.

　Sambo had reason to believe that if he left the train trio on the street, Aha would inform Russell the next second that he had left his three juniors on the street.

　So Sambo carried the three train crew members and deliberately opened hotel rooms for them, putting them in one by one until they woke up.

　He was sitting idly in the lobby of the hotel when suddenly he looked in one direction as if he had been watching a television screen.

　"Dear viewers, although Old Sambo really wants to have some fun, the script has already progressed to this point, so there's not much fun left. Let's look forward to a happy ending for everyone, don't you think? Aha?"

　……

　Chapter 111 The Wanted Train Trio.

　Xing woke up in an air filled with a mixture of engine oil, dust, and some indescribable smell of burning minerals.

　She blinked, adjusting to the dim light, and found herself lying on a hard wooden bed, covered with a slightly rough but fairly clean blanket.

　The room was low, with rough rock walls, and the only source of light was a miner's lamp embedded in the wall, emitting a dim yellow glow.

　She pushed open the door, and almost simultaneously, the two doors opposite her creaked open as well. March 7th rubbed her sleepy eyes, her pink hair a little disheveled: "Ugh...where am I? Shouldn't we be in the snow...fighting that big tin can?"

　On the other side, Dan Heng had already regained consciousness. His sharp eyes scanned the corridor environment, and Ji Yun appeared silently in his hand, maintaining a guarded posture.

　"Oh dear! Our three distinguished guests have finally woken up!"

　A familiar yet irritating voice rang out.

　Sambo was sitting with his legs crossed on a wooden crate piled with odds and ends at the end of the corridor, playing with a few gears he had somehow acquired, his face bearing his signature, unreliable smile.

　"Sambo!"

　March 7th instantly snapped out of her daze, pointing angrily at him, "How dare you show your face! Tell me! What tricks have you played this time? How did we end up here?"

　Sambo exaggeratedly raised his hands in a gesture of surrender: "Oh, my dear sister! I'm innocent! I swear to God!"

　"Old Sambo, I went through tremendous effort and risked being shot ten times over to get the three of you out from under the nose of Garrison Commander Jepard and move you to this safe house in Rock Town in the lower district."

　"You lot are something else! You slept for almost two days, and the first thing you did when you woke up was to doubt your great benefactor? You've really broken old Sambo's warm heart!"

　He beat his chest and stamped his feet, his acting was exaggerated.

　"Slept...for two days?"