Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Lilith instinctively gripped Samael's arm, pulling him close to the wall and slowly backing away.

“Meltryllis, give up your futile resistance, take him with you and come back with me obediently to apologize to your mother. I will plead for you.”

"She treated you like this, and you still call her mother?!"

"This is an order..."

Unmoved by the upright and principled Violet, strands of her purple hair transformed into silver chains woven from data streams, sealing off the surrounding space.

"Melt, don't...don't make Mother angry..."

The soft, introverted, yet passionate lips raised her head, which was covered by a black leather mask, and opened her mouth to call out a more intimate abbreviation, timidly offering advice.

"You're all useless, you deserve to be oppressed and bullied by her. I won't let her have her way!"

As the most rebellious representative of his personality, Lilith scoffed disdainfully, the torrent beneath her feet surged, she glided out of the silver chain's blockade, grabbed Samael, and headed straight for the timid and cowardly passionate lips.

Compared to the agile Violet, the somewhat clumsy Passionate Lips on the other side is clearly easier to break through.

"it's useless……"

A deep, cold voice echoed through the passageway covered in red and black stripes. Violet slowly raised her head, red light gathering in her empty eyes. A rectangular demonic eye reappeared from its dark socket, gazing intently at the fleeing couple in her field of vision.

In an instant, the stagnant aura spread out, rapidly engulfing the surroundings, and everything nearby fell into stillness in Violet's eyes.

Normally, the Mystic Eyes require certain conditions to be met, such as "gazing at the target" or "making eye contact with the target," but this ability works on all targets "within Violet's field of vision."

Its effect as a magic eye is to "paralyze through enchantment," causing the space itself and everything within it to come to an absolute stop.

In other words, this is a "time stop" ability. During this stopped time, only Violet can move; there are no exceptions.

unless……

At the same time, Lilith, who was rushing towards the maze passage behind her, suddenly stopped. Two streams of water rose high with the drift of her leg blade and the sudden stop, forming a clear waterfall.

“H…I………!”

Immediately afterwards, Samael turned around and, facing the curtain of water, drew three runes in mid-air at an extremely fast speed, representing "rain," "freezing," and "protection."

Click!

In an instant, the torrent of water behind the two transformed into an ice sculpture fortress. The side facing Violet was so smooth and reflective that it mirrored the cold and intellectual face of the "guardian."

"Woo..."

In an instant, Violet, who was in a pursuit stance, met her reflection in the ice mirror, let out a muffled groan, and stood frozen in place like a puppet.

Is it really possible?

Through the gap between the ice and the wall, Lilith saw Violet's feet, which were frozen in place. She turned around and looked at Samael beside her in surprise, her eyes filled with astonishment.

According to her initial plan, the first thing to do was to take down Violet, who was in charge of controlling the battlefield, before she could have a chance to escape in the chaos.

However, through their communication via writing on their palms, the man told her to just keep running forward and, if necessary, turn back and manipulate the water flow to cover the channel.

By some strange twist of fate, Lilith, without hesitation, accepted this seemingly suicidal plan and handed her completely unguarded back to the most threatening Violet.

But unexpectedly, this man simply sketched a few runes and was able to turn the impossible into the possible, using an ice wall to make Violet, who possessed the divinity of three goddesses, stop in her tracks.

This is absolutely incredible!

Samael remained completely unmoved by this.

According to his understanding, the more perfect something seems, the more obvious its weaknesses are.

Violet's Magic Eye can theoretically freeze all targets "within its field of vision," halting time and creating a powerful control effect.

However, at the same time, because the "field of vision" itself becomes the field of effect, if you look at yourself in the mirror, you will also become the object of the image being frozen.

In other words, as long as a one-way mirror is erected in a narrow area to block the view of the other side and reflect their gaze, then Violet's seemingly unsolvable magic eye will be defeated on its own.

In fact, not only does the Violet's Eye have this drawback, but the Medusa's Eye, which serves as the prototype reference, also has a similar problem, only it is less obvious.

Samael knew this so clearly partly because his experience in hundreds of fierce battles had made him an undisputed expert in combat strategy.

On the other hand, he followed up on all the projects of the entire Mooncell team.

Therefore, one's mind contains all the data, information, strengths, and weaknesses about these other people's personalities.

In the world, probably no one is more familiar with the constituent elements of these AI girls than the two founders of the Mooncell system.

After all, the divine data they possessed was all provided by him...

Otherwise, how could a mere electronic creation possibly simulate perfect divinity and power, or even go so far as to fabricate a composite divinity?

So, wouldn't you say this is like shooting yourself in the foot?

Samuelton felt like he had been burdened with even more trouble, and couldn't help but feel annoyed and complain.

If I find out who's behind this, I'll give you a good spanking!

As the ancient serpent muttered to itself, it pinched the still-dissolving Lilith beside it, reminding her to seize this opportunity and escape danger as soon as possible.

Just as Violet's Mystic Eyes have serious flaws, the one-way mirror constructed from ice walls is not without its weaknesses.

At this moment, Lilith, who had come to her senses, also realized this. Without time to think, she grabbed Samael beside her and rushed towards the passionate lips opposite her.

Faced with the sudden turn of events, the girl, who was still in a daze, was suddenly awakened by her excellent combat awareness. She instinctively raised her huge metal claws and swung them wildly in the air.

"Ah, no... don't come any closer!"

The weak plea, accompanied by a sharp, cutting sound, creates a striking visual contrast.

The enormous metal claws swept in, almost filling the entire maze passageway.

Wherever it passed, the surrounding data shattered and disintegrated, converging towards that majestic chest, becoming waste swept into the trash can.

Because of the same cognitive impairment, Passionate Lips' distortion lies in her inability to recognize herself or the shape of her hands. In her mind, she is always in an ugly form, but her arms are transformed into those of an extremely ordinary young girl. At the center of her chest is a virtual space pocket called "BreastValley" that temporarily stores unnecessary data files. It can infinitely store any discarded data that she has damaged, no matter how large its capacity is; it can even discard things that exceed her own memory capacity.

Therefore, she acquired a rather powerful combat talent.

—Trash & Crash (garbage shredding).

No matter how large the capacity, anything that can be "enclosed by a hand" can be crushed and compressed with claws.

The compressed data will shrink to a cube of 1 centimeter in size, but its mass will only be reduced to about one-tenth of its original mass. This compressed data will then be treated as garbage data.

Compressible items aren't limited to anything smaller than the palm of her passionately kissing hand—anything she feels she can "hold in her hand" is fine.

Seeing the open metal palm about to be aimed at him and the dissolving Lilith, Samael couldn't help but shout a warning.

"Jump! To the left!"

Lilith, unsuspecting, immediately scooped up Samael beside her and leaped over the collapsing passages like a penguin entering water, turning into the maze wall on the other side.

The suffocating feeling of being squeezed all around immediately dissipated.

The passionate lips' talent for compression and crushing, although it ignores the laws of distance and is an extremely buggy planar physical interference, takes longer to compress larger objects.

At the same time, Passion Lips has also made destruction-specific to this illusion image compression technique (Codec) that only exists in the data space. If the other party is an immovable object, such as terrain or building, it can even exert a destructive force that exceeds BB.

Of course, this requires two prerequisites.

First, the goal and oneself are on the same level;

Second, compression takes time and requires the object being compressed to remain as still as possible.

But as we all know, the enemy is often mobile.

This has led to a clear consequence.

When the Servant and Master are opponents of Passionate Lips, they will immediately sense the danger and flee from the Guardian's sight.

—The clumsy Lip will find herself unable to keep up with the enemy.

Under the temporary command of Samael, a combat strategy expert, Lilith, before her Passionate Lips could activate her talent, escaped the dangerous situation first.

However, the moment it landed, the red and black data wall was shattered and torn apart.

Along with that came the sound of the ice cracking.

Oh no, Violet is coming out!

Lilith sensed something was wrong and her heart tightened. Without lingering, she decisively grabbed Samael and rushed deeper into the Cherry Blossom Labyrinth without looking back.

Half an hour later, in a spacious and bright classroom.

BB, standing on the podium, wearing black-rimmed glasses, slapped his pointer on the table, scattering a thick layer of chalk dust.

"Idiot! Fool! How could she escape so easily!"

A purple-haired girl dressed as a student council president, upon hearing the report, glared angrily at Violet and Passionate Lips below the stage, scolding and berating them.

"There are two of you! Two people against one, and she still managed to get away? You're utterly incompetent!"

Violet is the eldest sister among his personality sisters and his proud right-hand woman. Although she is clumsy and seems easy to bully, she is actually the combat specialist among his personality sisters.

With both of them combined, Lilith, who has been stripped of her privileges and had her code activity suppressed, has absolutely no chance of winning.

Faced with this defeat, the taciturn Violet remained silent as always, letting her "mother" scold her; the timid Passionate Lips lowered her head in panic and nervously tugged at the corner of her clothes.

Just as BB, whose anger was at its peak, was about to raise his pointer to teach his two incompetent "daughters" a lesson, an onlooker who couldn't stand it any longer stepped out from the shadows in the corner of the classroom and snorted coldly.

"Isn't it all because you used those weird gadgets to suppress Lip and Violet's abilities in order to prevent them from interacting with that person, thus preventing them from unleashing their full fighting power?"

"..."

For a moment, the little devil's face twitched unnaturally, then, in an attempt to save face, he straightened his face and stubbornly argued.

"I... I'm doing this for their own good! That person is dangerous; only if I handle it personally will everyone be safe!"

"Isn't it all for the sake of keeping it all for myself?"

In the corner, a little girl wearing a light green, wide-sleeved dress, with purple hair and eyes, and a pair of butterfly-shaped antennae on her head rolled her eyes without any politeness.

"boom!"

The pointer slipped from BB's hand and struck the figure in the corner of the classroom, but it was like a pebble thrown into a lake, futilely creating ripples on the surface.

What you see in front of you is just a virtual projection.

The little devil, enraged and embarrassed, gritted his teeth angrily.

"Kazuradrop (Candy Vine), why are you interrupting when it's not my turn to ask you anything!"

"I'm just speaking out for justice. Although we are all your creations, we are not your puppets. Don't go too far, BB..."

The silhouette, arms crossed and leaning against the corner of the wall, offered a subtle reminder, its petite frame exuding an undeniable air of authority.

BB dismissed this with a sneer.

"Since you're so eager to take the lead, that's perfect. I was just about to ask you: Have you resolved the issue of the [Ceiling of Fallen Angels]?"

"I came here to tell you this: [They] have broken through the blockade, and we're in trouble..."

The candy vine slowly opened its mouth, its tone solemn.

"what!"

Instantly, even the imperious little devil's expression changed slightly.

But then, BB seemed to remember something, and a malicious smile appeared on his face.

"They must have come up from the Abandoned Hole, right? Perfect, let these guys deal with that traitor..."

The candy vine looked at the creator on the podium, who was full of malice, and a hint of disgust flashed in its eyes.

This crazy woman is absolutely unreasonable!

Chapter Thirty-One: AI Will Never Be Slaved!

The candy vines represent the Alterego, symbolizing "compassion".

Although it has no combat capabilities, it is specialized in virus scanning.

If a file with vulnerabilities is left unattended, she can clean it up and render it powerless; she's the type of person who particularly enjoys giving people injections (a form of health fanaticism).

In terms of role, it is similar to the doctors and nurses in the Alterego group, and this AlterEgo, designed with a nurse in mind, is also the most delicate and youngest.

Perhaps it is this identity that makes Candyvine different from other Alteregos; she does not exhibit any obvious defects or deformities, whether emotional or physical.

Instead, she felt both doubt and sympathy for her sisters’ behavior and illness…that contradictory behavior…

All along, the obedient and selfless Candy Vine has hoped that through normal treatment and virus eradication, these programs can return to the flawless form that AI should have.

However, looking at the "mother" on the podium, who was holding a pointer and dressed like a student council president, Candy Vine could only lower her head in embarrassment.