Herrscher of Reason's Arknights

Previously, sodium chloride would not have paid any attention to such a strange description.

But now, with his eyes closed, sodium chloride, which doesn't need to sleep anyway, is idle and surrounded by deathly silence, making it difficult to find anything to do.

My curiosity was piqued instead.

As for mirrors, they're easy to find; there's almost everything in imaginary space.

Chapter 323 [Appearance Reflects the Heart]

Take an ordinary mirror out of the imaginary space.

Sodium chloride is someone who rarely cares about appearance.

After all, her body is already very beautiful and her figure is excellent, it's just a little flat.

But these are not problems.

The main reason is that she doesn't have much of a feminine mindset, so she naturally doesn't look in the mirror too much or consider her appearance.

She's always fighting and killing; anyone who knows her is either dead or on their way to death.

Who cares about such things? After all, just surviving is already exhausting all our energy.

According to Maslow's hierarchy of needs, even sodium chloride, which has become a top-ranking substance, still spends a significant amount of time at the survival needs level.

They had almost no other pursuits; they just wanted to live a long life.

That's it.

After all, no matter how strong she is, it's hard to avoid being killed by the plot. All you can say is that she repeatedly escapes certain death by inflicting serious injuries, and then immediately runs away, hiding her achievements and fame.

After all, that's what villains are like.

However, this time, she actually looked in the mirror, which is quite unusual for her.

Talulah's words piqued her curiosity a little.

A problem with one's own appearance?

What came into view was still the perfect face of that Herrscher of the Void.

Her long, silver hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of milk, its shimmering light seemingly capable of illuminating the entire car interior.

Her blue-gray eyes were crystal clear, and her exquisite features seemed to be the work of a god, flawless.

So, is there a problem? Talulah isn't someone who jokes around easily. We're all villains, and most of what we say is sarcasm.

I'm not the kind of person who jokes around with colleagues.

Therefore, no clues were found with sodium chloride.

What exactly did that guy mean?

She also said that she seemed to have encountered something good.

Sodium chloride carefully examined itself in the mirror.

It's untouched by dust, and it hasn't changed at all... Hmm?

My fingers lightly traced the area around my eyebrows and eyes, and it seemed... it looked like...

It does feel a bit out of place.

But for a moment she couldn't quite put her finger on what the change was.

It's...the area around the eyebrows and eyes...

Somewhat droopy?

There is indeed a slight change, yet it seems as if there is no change at all.

Despite the change, sodium chloride is still the same sodium chloride, and the Herrscher of the Void's majesty can still destroy an entire city in the blink of an eye.

The temperament of those in positions of power remains unchanged.

However, if we have to say that things have changed, then yes, they have changed, at least that's a rather idealistic way of putting it.

Just like whether it's the wind or the flag that's moving, who knows?

However, in the mirror, the originally arched eyebrows seemed to droop slightly, and the aggressive aura was somewhat reduced; at least the aura was not as sharp.

The narrow corners of her eyes also make her look much gentler.

At least from her perspective, it was indeed a bit mild.

His blue-gray eyes, which had been as cold as an ice cave, seemed to have gained a slight warmth with emotion.

Weird.

Sodium chloride rolled off the vehicle, turned on the headlight on the frame, and the sudden white light illuminated the light source behind him.

Touching the area around his eyebrows, he was certain that the sodium chloride had undergone a slight change.

Appearance reflects the heart. The Lawgiver is an existence that enters the physical universe through a spiritual connection. It is not a life form, but rather an anchor point for divine power.

It is an energy body, and it wouldn't be wrong to call it pure consciousness.

It's just that in order to exist stably in the physical universe, it has such a physical body formed from energy.

Therefore, sodium chloride can change its appearance as desired, whenever needed.

It's just not necessary.

However, as the saying goes, "the face reflects the heart," and she genuinely felt that her aura as a person in a superior position had diminished considerably.

It's as if the imposing and dignified aristocrat at the top of the food chain has been somewhat weakened, and instead, a lot more alluring and flirtatious has been added, making it seem as if a superior has turned into an innocent female student.

What kind of bizarre change is this?!

Simply put, her temperament has become much gentler.

His indifferent face even gave her the illusion that it had a touch of color.

"・・・"

For some reason, sodium chloride just made me feel a headache coming on.

Feeling powerless, overwhelmed by the distorted reality.

It doesn't seem like a competitive spirit that insists on defeating someone, nor does it seem like a twisted desire to torment someone.

It is not a strong will to survive that drives their actions.

It was simply a headache.

It's not a situation that absolutely needs to be changed, but it still feels a bit awkward.

I haven't felt this way in centuries.

When was the last time?

When she was still a normal person working at the company, she was exhausted by the new, clueless leader who was parachuted in and made things difficult, only to find that her boss was a woman, which was a huge headache.

In short, numb.

Of course, she could modify it if she wanted, or rather, when she needed it, that powerful aura could still scare people to death.

However, it's not necessary.

Sodium chloride is someone who doesn't care about appearances; one's appearance reflects one's inner self, not something that has changed in appearance.

Rather, it was a change within themselves.

But what changed?

Leaning against the car, Sodium Chloride gazed at the horizon.

Recalling what happened before, from which broken volcano did we get here.

Nothing has changed; it's just a matter of traveling, enjoying the scenery, traveling, and enjoying the scenery.

What can change.

Going back further, she fought someone inside a volcano, but that still gave her an absolute advantage.

If that little guy hadn't knocked him away, probably no one would have been able to reach that core nest.

Little guy...

Her blue-gray eyes gazed into the distance as she pondered whether her past actions had been... a bit like making enemies for herself.

Because he was so bored, the lonely, undefeated strongman cultivated such a powerful opponent for himself.

That would be so stupid. That's a plot that only exists in novels. In reality, who would be so bored as to create an enemy for themselves?

But she did exactly that—she released the little one she had raised with her own hands.

She should have killed Yelena.

If I were myself a few months or even years ago, I would have been ruthless and decisive, eliminating anyone who posed a threat.

To maintain one's absolute advantage.

The protagonist is troublesome enough; there's no need to create new enemies for yourself.

After all, if you're not ruthless, you're not a villain.

Deception, betrayal, conspiracy—she'll stop at nothing to achieve her goals.

But she, this ruthless and decisive killer, actually let the little guy who had learned the one-inch punch go.

Asking her to stop him? What a joke!

She's an office worker who longs for peace and quiet, but when it comes to fighting, she's never been afraid of anyone.

Suddenly...

Sodium chloride seemed to freeze for a few seconds.

A longing for peace.

Come to think of it, when has she ever been at peace?

It was probably during the period after my first visit to Longmen...

Chapter 324 [Back to Ursus]

A month later.

The bus was bumpy and jolted along the way. It seemed like it was on the verge of falling apart at any moment. The whole bus was shaking so much that even the windows rattled. Even when I was sleepy, I couldn't get a good night's sleep by leaning against the window.

The original white exterior had long been stained yellowish-brown by dust, and only the roof could vaguely reveal that it was a white bus.

After more than a month of bumpy travel, I could finally see the magnificent outline of the huge mobile city in the distance through a corner of the car window.

too difficult.

Yelena just wanted to get off the bus as soon as possible; if she stayed any longer, she was afraid she would go crazy.

The cramped, cramped, and noisy carriage was torture; she never wanted to take another long journey in such a monstrosity.

Since being abandoned by her sister again, she has been unable to find anyone from Rhodes Island, has no hope of being retrieved, and doesn't even know where she was abandoned. She has nothing on her to determine her location, so she can only take things one step at a time.

The entire desert was deserted, and after walking for days, we hadn't seen a single living thing.

Fortunately, she no longer felt hungry or needed water. At most, she felt a little tired, but she would feel fine after sleeping for a night.

This inhuman experience should have been terrifying, but in this extremely desolate place, it actually saved Yelena; otherwise, she would never have been able to leave this wasteland.

Having long lost her way, after walking for three or four days, she seemed to have stumbled upon a dirt road that had been repeatedly trampled by people.

Fortunately, in the distance, there was a cloud of dust being kicked up, and the sound of an Originium engine could be heard.

And so, Yelena hitched a ride on this opportunity.

This is a route for long-distance travel. After all, mobile city-states have fixed routes, but there are always people who need to travel long distances to other places, such as merchants, transport teams, and of course, these migrants.

In this context, although long-distance travel is nothing new, these deserted routes still belong to places forgotten by civilization, truly no man's land, rife with smuggling, human trafficking, and endless cults.

So the sacrifices made along the way were considerable, and it was fortunate that this trip was with a caravan escorted by armed men, which ensured safety.

All armed escorts also have some means of transporting passengers to earn extra money.

This time, I was very lucky and didn't encounter any unexpected troubles on the way. I drove smoothly all the way to my destination.

Although this so-called "smooth sailing" was almost torture in Yelena's eyes.

After all, she had been sitting in such a cramped space the whole way, and even her body, as a Herrscher, was finding it hard to stand. How much more so for ordinary people?