Vita's information was transmitted to Venus.
Sa was speechless.
She was like a string puppet from a past civilization, still circling within the foolish ideological confines of so-called 'humanity' and 'rationality.'
The power that billions of years had brought her not only failed to advance Sa's thinking in any way, but it also made her far less filled with love and emotion than the Venusian humans of the past.
"What? Why have you stopped your work?"
Durandal held the Cleaver of Shamash, ready at any moment to give Sa a few more good slashes. She was like a foreman, just waiting for Sa to start running and fighting.
How could Durandal properly understand the power of the Herrscher of Origin without a fight? And if Sa didn't run, how could Durandal get her hands itchy for a sparring session?
Sa looked up at the sky, where a massive ring of debris, dust, and rock remained.
This was something she had just collected and created. Next, she would need to use these things to attract and construct a new satellite for Venus.
With the immense energy Noldrei had brought to Venus, the planet could now complete a rotation in just one hour. It was conceivable that Venus was now a giant top in the solar system, a method that would better turn the surrounding ring of dust and rock into a new planet.
At this time, the rock ring was less than twenty thousand kilometers from Venus.
"It needs time. To reenact the initial conditions of a planet's formation and try to restore its original ecosystem requires time. I don't have the ability to accelerate it. If I do it alone, I can only restore a rough outline, and it will take a much longer time to make this planet suitable for life again."
"If I could get corresponding help directly from Earth, I might be faster. But this is the foundation, so I can only wait for time to take its course."
Durandal wasn't entirely sure about this matter, as she didn't know how much faster the Fourth Divine Key's auxiliary modifications could make the recovery of Venus's ecosystem.
After listening to Sa's explanation, Durandal had no intention of nagging her to continue working.
"Then I will inform the Director-General of your needs. If there's anything you require, he will help you solve it."
Sa had no intention of stopping Durandal. After fighting with her several times, she had basically figured out the upper limits of Durandal's abilities.
Very strong. In terms of combat, extremely strong. She would even inexplicably level up during a fight.
Sa herself couldn't win against this strange woman for a while, especially since Durandal also had the corresponding Herrscher Core and Divine Keys to assist her, making her combat power anything but ordinary.
The more they fought, the stronger this person named Durandal became, like a Saiyan.
This made Sa question her own existence.
This was especially true after learning the three principles of civilization of the native world.
Sa did have the ability to recreate her original civilized human beings, even fully restoring 120 billion people.
But she knew that according to the rigid rule of reproducing one's own kind, this civilization would only be the civilization of the original 120 billion Venusians, not Sa's civilization.
It was very difficult for Sa to produce her own kind as she was now. Even if she had the ability, it was impossible to mass-produce them in the tens of millions.
So, in Noldrei's classification, the Venusian civilization was the Venusian civilization, and Sa was Sa. She was not qualified to represent the Venusian civilization; she had merely inherited its product.
Sa had been completely crushed by Noldrei in terms of power, crushed by the current civilization in terms of civilization, and even her one point of pride and persistence—fighting the Abyss—had been crushed.
She began to wonder what the meaning of her existence was.
It was a good thing she hadn't opened a star-gate to the world of Honkai: Star Rail, or she would probably be on the Path of Nihility by now.
In Durandal's eyes, Sa was like a deflated balloon, suddenly listless. Her whole being became like an old woman with no appetite, needing to pop a couple of calcium pills just to go up the stairs.
'What's going on? I feel like she's suddenly lost her spirit.'
Durandal was very shocked, not knowing what Sa had encountered, nor what Sa had heard and seen from Vita's perspective.
"..."
Sa was originally silent, but before, you could still see a hint of something, a driving force for action despite her silence.
But now, her silence was like a computer freezing, making Durandal feel uneasy.
"How is life in your native civilization?"
Sa suddenly asked a question that caught Durandal off guard.
Durandal thought about it very seriously and said:
"How is it... it feels like a lot of things have been eliminated, like games, audio-visual entertainment, and some recreational activities. Society changes so fast, even the clothes I buy go out of style quickly. But because the changes are so fast, I just stick to wearing the clothes I like, and I don't have the so-called need for fashion anymore."
Although Durandal didn't want to admit it, she was now more and more inclined to just wear a t-shirt and underwear at home. She was like she had turned into a hikikomori.
But she didn't think she was a hikikomori; she was even still exercising regularly.
Instead, she had a lot of time to spend with her sister and father, and occasionally she could reminisce about her mother's existence. Unfortunately, Durandal couldn't remember much about Cecilia; even her memories were just fragments.
"Fast changes? That shouldn't be a bad thing."
Sa didn't think it was a bad thing. She herself hadn't changed in billions of years and ended up in this stupid state. The people of Earth's Previous Era could abuse her, and the people of the current era were abusing her even more.
The kind of person who could only bully the Bubble Universes in the Sea of Quanta was exactly Sa.
Her silence did not arouse Durandal's curiosity, but only made the scene more awkward and deadlocked.
"If you want to understand the situation of our current civilization, you shouldn't be asking me. Noldrei knows more than I do, and my sister Kiana is also more suited for these things. He is a man from the future; he definitely knows more than us."
Sa was stunned by Durandal's words.
She looked at Durandal in astonishment, catching the most crucial word in her sentence.
Man from the future?
That strange, sun-like being was a man from the future?
Sa had thought that the native civilization had developed some incredible technology or mastered some powerful energy. But it turned out this group of people hadn't; instead, they had chosen the wisdom of their descendants?
It turned out this group of people had hired someone to fight for them!
But then Sa thought again and felt something was wrong. Noldrei had mentioned the term 'one hundred and thirty thousand years' when he mocked her.
In other words, even if the native world was left alone, it would still wipe the floor with her in one hundred and thirty thousand years.
Sa almost crashed on the spot from anger.
Didn't this make her billions of years of existence seem even more pathetic?