Valkyrie Flavor Tasting Guide

Show your attractive side to men.

This expression, combined with her current appearance as "Aunt Mei," is undeniably captivating.

"Not bad, as expected of the young lady of the Raiden family. Although probably no one would ask you to make such an expression before, you must have seen many such expressions before."

After all, Mei's status is what it is—even if she does nothing, countless people will still make faces that say "I want her to see me."

"Tsk," Mei was indeed embarrassed in the face of Lu Mo's ridicule.

What Lu Mo said was true.

In other words, she has now become, in a sense, a person who flatters and fawns.

In order to survive, and for the things they desire, they become utterly wretched.

Mei's heart surged even more upon realizing this, while Lu Mo smiled and lifted her chin.

"Come on, give me a smile. You know what kind of smile I want to see."

Mei knew, of course, what kind of smile Lu Mo longed for—a smile that, to her, could even be described as somewhat servile.

What surprised her even more was that her body had already produced that smile before she even decided to show it.

Am I not true to myself?

Mei immediately denied this idea and attributed it all to Lu Mo's methods.

She only chose to obey Lu Mo unconditionally because he was Lu Mo.

If Kiana had done the same thing to her, she definitely wouldn't have shown that expression.

This kind of appearance belongs only to Lu Mo.

In any case, one's body is no longer under the control of one's will—no, it should be said that it has accepted the control of one's deep will.

So when she tried to struggle in the face of this situation, she found that her wrists had been easily grabbed by him and twisted behind her back without her noticing.

After all, he was going to go back to the past and have a good time, so even if he was gentle with Mei, he had to maintain a domineering facade.

Without the support of her hands, her body became even more powerless, and she could only cling to the man in front of her like a dodder vine.

He only wanted to hug her, but he made her pose like this—only he could do that.

"That's a good girl." Lu Mo seemed quite satisfied with her obedience. Mei was equally surprised, experiencing a unique sense of redemption that could only be felt when in a vulnerable situation.

This is a feeling she wouldn't have at other times, because no one would remind her of this occasion.

But by sheer chance, Mei, who received a different kind of love than Kiana when she needed love the most, only felt a strange sense of happiness.

Mei is certain that even if Lu Mo forced her to be treated that way back then, it would be difficult for her to have the same close bond with Kiana afterward, and Lu Mo would occupy most of the space in her heart.

I can't be that deeply moved by Kiana.

Realizing this possibility made Mei feel a wave of shame that almost caused her to collapse, but at the same time, it also gave her a strange kind of desire.

Wait, what am I thinking?!

Mei belatedly realized that she had actually wanted Lu Mo's figure to take up more of Kiana's place.

Both of them were important to her, yet she still chose to betray Kiana in this way.

"Hehe, Mei, you'd better hurry up!"

Mei was already completely absorbed in the moment.

Lu Mo did something outrageous—he held Mei in his arms while pushing half of her body off the rooftop.

The dizzying feeling of weightlessness came over me instantly.

Generally speaking, based on Mei's combat experience, she would be fine even if she jumped from this height.

But now, Mei's mindset made her subconsciously hug Lu Mo tighter.

A feeling of panic welled up inside me, fearing that I might accidentally fall into an abyss far more terrifying than the physical realm.

"Hehe," Lu Mo said without speaking, just watching her expression with an amused smile, watching her become embarrassed and annoyed.

"You're so mean!" Mei said coquettishly, then leaned gently against Lu Mo's chest, her attachment growing stronger.

He didn't say anything, but simply reached out and gently wiped the sweat from her forehead with his fingertips, then carefully smoothed out the strands of hair that had been ruffled by the wind.

"Did you experience that feeling?"

"Mmm, I get it!" Mei lay down in Lu Mo's arms, completely entranced.

What started as acting has become a genuine expression of emotion—she has mastered this feeling of complete submission to Lu Mo and uses it to make herself even more fascinated by it.

Chapter 184: The story of Saint Shaniat working as a maid in my safe house

Holding the now docile beauty in his arms, Lu Mo's mind raced, trying to figure out where to go next. According to his memory of the timeline, Mei's house should already be sealed off, with countless reporters and malicious individuals lurking there like hyenas, ready to tear apart any potential targets. Taking her back would be tantamount to pushing her back into that vortex of despair.

Just as he frowned, feeling a bit overwhelmed, a piece of unfamiliar information suddenly flooded into his mind like a wake-up call—he had an absolutely safe base in Changkong City. A "safe house" that had never existed in his memory before, yet was incredibly clear to him.

Was this the work of that guy who loves watching the drama unfold again?

A sense of understanding flashed through Lu Mo's mind, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned upwards. Without further hesitation, he tightened his arms around Mei, and his steps became faster and more determined.

He walked through the students in the campus who still wore complicated expressions, and left the gates of Chiba Academy, turning and twisting his way into a quiet, old street. On both sides of the street were two-story buildings full of historical charm, with lush green vines climbing the walls, and a faint smell of moss and old books filled the air.

Finally, he stopped in front of a seemingly unremarkable detached house with off-white exterior walls.

There was no key, no password. He simply placed his palm lightly on the door, and the heavy wooden door made a soft "click" as it opened automatically, as if it had been waiting for its owner to return.

"Welcome back, Master."

A gentle female voice, as warm as the spring sun, rang out from the entrance hall.

Lu Mo carried Mei Yi into the room. The moment he saw who it was, his pupils contracted sharply, and he even missed a breath.

Mei also curiously peeked out from his arms, and when her gaze met that of the woman in the entryway, she also showed an expression of disbelief.

Standing there was a woman with long, snow-white hair, as pure and beautiful as the moon goddess. She wore a well-tailored, classic, and elegant maid's outfit; the black skirt was embroidered with silver lilies, and her white lace apron was spotless. She clasped her hands in front of her, bowed slightly towards Lu Mo, and wore an impeccable, gentle, and submissive smile.

Her appearance was almost identical to that of Cecilia Shaniat, the inviolable goddess deep in Lu Mo's memory.

However, what she revealed in her eyes was not the fortitude and purity of an S-class Valkyrie, nor the love and tenderness of a mother, but rather... a complete and utter obedience, a complete dedication of everything to her master.

"Who are you???"

Although Kiana told Lu Mo about her plan, theoretically, the plan would still take some time to officially begin, and this stunningly beautiful woman shouldn't have appeared in front of him.

“Beateria Schariac, in a sense, comes from the future.” The stunningly beautiful woman named Beatrice walked gently to Lu Mo and kissed his cheek to Mei’s astonishment.

"Although this is your first time meeting me, it's not to me... After all, I am a product of your successful goal, sent to this point in time. And my counterpart, your mother-in-law, is she a sworn sister?"

Beatrice's voice carried a seductive undertone that captivated Lu Mo. Mei could clearly sense the destructive power of Beatrice's "original form" on Lu Mo, as evidenced by his reaction—what a terrifying woman.

They've completely lost the will to compete.

"The reason it's here is...."

“Because the story you’re in now isn’t Mei’s past.” Beatrice gently touched Mei’s lips with her finger, revealing a rather adorable expression.

Should we trigger a flashback?

The corridor was filled with a gloomy atmosphere; the metal doors were cold and hard, and one after another they were tightly closed.

Although Kiana had already revealed her future plans to him—a grand blueprint capable of reversing life and death and reshaping destiny—this woman before him, this "effect" that should have existed in the distant future, had unexpectedly appeared in the past before the "cause" had even matured. This sudden turn of events instantly threw his previously clear thoughts into chaos.

“Beateria Schariac,” the stunningly beautiful woman named Beatrice approached Lu Mo with light, graceful steps. Her movements were as elegant as dancing in the moonlight, and a faint, cool fragrance, like the first snow, filled the air. Under Mei's surprised gaze, she slightly tiptoed and gently pressed her soft, warm lips to Lu Mo's cheek.

The touch was like a feather brushing against you, so gentle that it carried no desire, yet so intimate that it made your heart flutter.

"Although this is your first time meeting me, it's not like that for me..." Beatrice straightened up, a gentle smile spreading across her azure eyes, her voice carrying a hint of teasing that made Lu Mo's heart race. "After all, I am a product of your successful goal, sent to this point in time. My counterpart, your mother-in-law, is probably... a sworn sister?"

As she spoke, she deliberately drew out the last syllable, her eyes and brows exuding a natural allure. Mei could clearly feel Lu Mo beside her instantly stiffen, even his breath catching in his throat. This woman's charm was truly terrifying; it was a mature yet sacred allure that transcended mere beauty, something no man could resist.

Mei couldn't even muster a thought of competition; all she felt was a deep sense of powerlessness.

"Then... the reason you're here is..." Lu Mo's voice was a little hoarse. He tried to take his eyes off Beatrice's flawless face, but found it even harder than resisting the Herrscher's mental erosion.

“Because the story you’re in now isn’t Mei’s past.” Beatrice gently touched her moist lips with her finger, tilted her head, and revealed a playful and innocent expression, which formed a strong contrast with her mature temperament.

She looked at Lu Mo and Mei's still confused expressions and chuckled softly, "Do you need to... enter a memory?"

The moment the words left his mouth, the world around him began to distort and fade.

The warm lighting and furnishings of the safe house vanished like ink spreading in water, replaced by cold, hard metal walls and the pungent smell of disinfectant.

The corridor was filled with a sinister atmosphere, with one tightly closed metal door after another, like the mouth of a silent beast.

Inside the Babylonian Laboratory, the air seemed to freeze, filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant and a faint, almost imperceptible stench of blood. Every corner exuded a deathly stillness; the walls and floors, made of greyish-white metal, appeared particularly stark under the dim lights. Countless young lives were imprisoned here, their hopes slowly being devoured. The entire laboratory was like a vast abyss, swallowing all life and beauty.

The catastrophe struck like a storm, tearing countless families apart.

Those children who miraculously survived the disaster all carried the effects of Honkai energy to varying degrees. Some suffered physical injuries, while others experienced profound psychological trauma, leaving them alone and destitute after losing their families.

However, the researchers at the Babylon Laboratory had their eyes on these children. They brought them into the lab under the guise of adopting orphans. In their eyes, the children's resistance to Honkai energy was extremely valuable, making them excellent "resources" for their experiments. Thus, adopting orphans became the most direct way for them to obtain experimental materials.

The cell was in appalling condition. The cramped space was covered with dark water stains and mottled mold, and the walls felt damp to the touch, as if they might drip water at any moment. The overhead light was dim, emitting a faint glow that flickered occasionally, adding to the eerie atmosphere of the cell.

The children huddled together, some sitting on the floor, others leaning against the wall. When they were first brought in, their eyes still held a glimmer of hope for the future, fantasizing that someone would come to rescue them. But when they discovered that the so-called "treatment" was actually a cruel experiment, their eyes filled with shock and anger, and some children even cried loudly and resisted desperately.

However, as time passed, their companions disappeared one by one, and their eyes gradually dimmed. Fear and helplessness enveloped them; they lived in constant anxiety, never knowing if they would be the next to be taken away. Eventually, their eyes became dull, their faces expressionless, as if they had accepted their cruel fate, losing the courage and strength to resist.

Having lost the courage and strength to resist, the children can only wait for an unknown and cruel fate in this cage of despair.

In this laboratory, their living conditions were merely to maintain their vital signs so they could stay alive and become expendable for repeated experiments. Their daily meals consisted of hard, unpalatable buns, as dry as rocks, and water with a strange, rusty taste. Their living quarters were horribly rudimentary; there were no beds, only cold, hard cement floors covered with a thin, dirty, musty-smelling blanket.

Most children didn't stay long in the Babylon Laboratory. Often, just a few days after arriving, they would be dragged away like livestock by staff in white lab coats. They were strapped to cold experimental tables, enduring the corrosive effects of Honkai energy. Their heart-wrenching screams echoed in the sealed laboratory, yet they caused no ripple in the outside world. Some children's bodies mutated under the influence of Honkai energy, gradually losing vital signs in convulsions; others suffered accidents during experiments, their lives ending abruptly. When the laboratory's "experimental materials" were scarce, newly arrived children couldn't even have a single day of peace. As soon as they were settled, they would be forcibly pulled behind that cold metal door, never to be seen again, as if they had never existed.

However, no one could have imagined that the raging fire that could overturn the very destiny of the world would begin to ignite in this deepest darkness.

The story begins with Beatrice Schariac, hailed as the Glory of Destiny, the strongest in the world, and the only S-class Valkyrie.

The existence of the Babylonian Laboratory was not entirely unfamiliar to her. She knew it was Schicksal's most important research base, but she had never truly understood the top-secret experiments conducted there. When she witnessed firsthand what was happening in the laboratory, the shock she felt far exceeded her expectations. The experiments, which were utterly contrary to human nature, caused her, even with her battle-hardened mind, waves of physical discomfort and a tremor from the depths of her soul.

It was clear that someone had been deliberately concealing these cruel experiments. Beatrice wasn't ignorant of the laboratory; she knew it had an extremely high security level and understood that Schicksal was conducting research related to Honkai energy there. But who could have imagined that such heinous crimes were hidden behind these seemingly legitimate studies? The plight of those children, treated as "resources," filled Beatrice with unprecedented anger and heartache.

At this point in the timeline, the shadow of the first Honkai has dissipated, but the calamity of the second Honkai has yet to descend. The Babylon Laboratory remains the core area of ​​Schicksal Headquarters with the highest security level and the most intense Honkai energy fluctuations.

How Beatrice managed to breach the layers of defenses and enter this place remains a mystery. The surveillance system recorded nothing unusual, and the heavily guarded officers found no trace of intrusion. Perhaps it was precisely because of her status as the pinnacle of Schicksal's combat power that she faced little suspicion or obstruction upon entering this forbidden zone.

She didn't kill the researchers who avoided her gaze; instead, after discovering the cruel experiments, she used her holy spear, the Black Abyss White Flower, to turn the experimental tables and instruments into cold wreckage.

At this moment, Beatrice stood before a pile of ruins, metal fragments and shattered glass stretching out at her feet, the air thick with the acrid smell of burning. Her saintly compassion made it impossible for her to tolerate such harm to the innocent. If she were to discover the deepest part of the laboratory now, the imprisoned children would likely be even more enraged, and might even actually raze the entire laboratory to the ground.

Her eyes were filled with anger and pity, her hands gripping the Holy Lance tightly. The lance, its pure white and jet-black blade seemingly trembled slightly in response to its owner's emotions. She was torn within herself, wondering whether to delve deeper, to uncover the deeper evil hidden in this darkness.

All of this chaos was caused by the negligence of the staff monitoring Beatrice.

If they had noticed the unusual behavior of this S-rank Valkyrie in time, they wouldn't be in this awkward predicament. They still don't know Beatrice's true purpose for intruding, and can only silently blame their negligent colleagues while quietly leaving their posts. They then hurriedly contacted the Archbishop of Destiny, Otto Apocalypse, who was far away at headquarters, via encrypted communication, seeking a way to resolve this sudden crisis.

On the other end of the communication, Otto's voice was as calm and steady as ever, without any emotional fluctuations.

"We will grant any of Beatrice's requests first, and cooperate actively if necessary. Whether it's releasing the children or temporarily closing the laboratory, there are no problems. The key is to keep her calm and prevent her from launching an attack in the core area. Other losses are acceptable."

“But Your Excellency,” came the anxious voice of the staff member through the communicator, “we can find another child, but shutting down the laboratory will cause huge losses and incalculable safety risks every second! Our cooperation is limited. If she really wants to destroy this place completely, I’m afraid… you will have to step in and stop her personally.”

These words are extremely realistic, yet undeniably true. The Babylon Laboratory is a massive research system, its establishment consuming countless hours and resources from Schicksal. Shutting down the operating Honkai energy core is simply unrealistic; even a brief absence of maintenance personnel would drastically increase the risk of the core going out of control. Yet the Archbishop's attitude makes it seem as if this incredibly expensive laboratory is nothing more than a pawn that can be discarded at will.

On the other end of the communication line, Otto's lips curled into a subtle, unnoticed smile, and a glint of light flashed in his deep, glass-like eyes.

He revealed his plan to the anxious staff: "It's alright. With Beatrice's kindness, she will definitely prioritize saving those children. This process will take up a lot of her time and energy. You can use this gap to make preparations for the follow-up. Afterwards, when she is busy taking care of those children, she will naturally have no time to attend to other matters, and we can restart the interrupted plan."

“But…but what if she comes back later…” The staff member was still worried, his voice filled with undisguised fear.

Otto's tone remained calm, yet carried an undeniable coldness as he interrupted the other's worries: "No need to worry. In time, she will naturally... completely forget everything here."

As for Beatrice's fate, that was no longer something this staff member had the time or inclination to care about.

Otto certainly had ways to make Beatrice forget these things.

But what he didn't expect was...

This matter can be accomplished without him doing it.

Beatrice moved with lightning speed, her weapon wielding a sharp, forceful aura as she mercilessly cleaved through the layers of barriers in the laboratory. Metal doors crumbled before her, falling one after another. Inside the incubation tanks, clones were immersed in a pale blue liquid, their bodies swaying gently with it; the embryos suspended in the air were contorted in shape, their veins clearly visible, yet she ignored them all.

With only one goal in mind, she swiftly fought her way through the experimental area and soon arrived at the prisons at either end of the Babylonian Laboratory tower. The prison was dimly lit, and several children were huddled in a corner. Their faces were horribly pale, they were skin and bones, their clothes were tattered and hung on their bodies, and their eyes were empty and lifeless, as if they had lost all vitality and hope.

Beatrice was still reeling from the children's tragic state when an even more shocking sight appeared before her. The towering Tower of Babylon was covered with countless abducted and kidnapped children.

Most of the children were injured, some still bleeding from their wounds, others too weak to stand and leaning against the wall. Only a few children glanced at her with lifeless eyes, eyes devoid of expectation or pleading, filled only with numbness and fear. They stared at this strangely dressed person, but none dared to utter a sound, much less reach out.

The air in the prison was oppressive, suffocating, as if every breath was filled with fear. The children's ears were constantly filled with the cries and screams of their companions. Those sharp, mournful sounds, as if from hell, clung tightly to their hearts, impossible to shake off. Their first night in the Babylonian laboratory taught all the children a lesson: only obedience could lessen their suffering.

They dared not resist the adults who controlled their fate, for even a disgruntled glance could invite a beating.