Despite both being "legal lolis" with cute and Funny (?) appearances, the moment they opened their mouths, they spat venom with every word, piercing the heart. It was as if they wished they could drag out each other's ancestors for eighteen generations to "greet" them warmly.
Prisoner Fuli prided himself on having fought hundreds of battles and seen much, but this scene was truly something he had never witnessed before.
Wait!
Now is not the time for these thoughts!
I need to run!
Eek! Why can't I move?
Just as Fuli was about to use Flash Step to flee, he found two formless energy fields firmly confining him in place, as if saying: What right does a spoil of war have to resist?
And their sources needless to be mentioned.
But the problem lay in the fact that he was buffed with the invincible Gold Cloth and the imprinted Sequence Stigmata.
Wait a minute! Could it be!
Fuli's pupils constricted slightly as he abruptly looked at the two petite figures before him who seemed to be merely bickering.
There were many conditions for lifting the "S-Rank Restriction Treaty". One of them was encountering an attack sufficient to severely injure a Critical-Class powerhouse.
"———Chibi Fu and Chibi Te(ri), you two... on the surface, you're just bickering, but in secret, have you already crossed swords to this extent?"
While Prisoner Fuli was greatly shocked, the battle of the legal lolis was still in full swing.
"Pah! What is 'being understanding'? Wronging myself just to make you happy?"
"This Seat can have a good temper, but why should I indulge you? Everyone has two sides. Whichever side of This Seat you see, that's the side you deserve!"
"'Take a step back and the sea and sky are vast'? You step back then, I won't. 'Suffering a loss is a blessing'? Then I wish you blessings as vast as the Eastern Sea."
"'One hand cannot clap'? This Seat will give you a slap, see if it claps or not!"
It looked like two noobs pecking at each other, but in reality, the pecking was fierce.
And they excelled at talking past each other, absolutely refusing to fall into any self-proving traps set by the opponent.
Recalling the words of a certain unscrupulous Saintess, Prisoner Fuli muttered under his breath, "Kallen! Was this all within your calculations?!"
"If the lady ain't virtuous, these hands get serious!"
I can't hold back, I'm going to punch Kallen and explode her!
Hiding in the data space, Big Sister Kallen smiled without speaking, casually tossing a few pieces of fried chicken into her mouth.
However, the crisis before him could not be ignored. If the verbal battle escalated into full-blown martial combat, and two S-Ranks firing on all cylinders fought here...
Fuli still remembered vividly the description Asta gave—her face changing color at the mention—when they visited Wendy at Schicksal HQ:
During a certain tea party, Theresa and Maria Schariac of the "Glow Squad" got into a fight arguing over the style of Cecilia's bra. In a mere three minutes, they pierced through and sank several floating islands.
"Come on, why make the atmosphere so tense?"
The boy hurriedly spoke up, raising his volume to attract their attention. "I don't understand. Why are you both thinking about monopolizing the Hyperion's share, as if the other party's appearance spells doom for yourself?"
"Similar situations are not without precedent. Asta's company also reached an exclusive agreement with us, and the result? Not only was Hyperion not restricted, but we thrived in the cooperation. That vibrant vitality, that realm where all things compete to grow, is still vivid before my eyes!"
"How did this room become a life-or-death burial ground in just a few minutes?" He looked around at the two of them, speaking earnestly. "No matter how you look at it, win-win cooperation is the optimal solution. If the three of us join forces, the advantage is mine!"
"Yes, the advantage is yours." Theresa sneered. "With Hyperion's current production capacity, just dealing with St. Freya, the IPC, and a few other major clients already stretches you to the limit. At a time like this, you actually brought in such a huge order from the Taixuan Front? It's true that it benefits the business environment and avoids monopoly for you, but let me ask you: where am I supposed to make up for the goods I'm missing?"
You person, your head really is full of yourself...
If these words had come from anyone else, Fuli, who responds to soft approaches but not hard ones, would have retorted with a sentence or two.
But facing Theresa—this angel investor who gave her all to help when Hyperion was at its weakest, this "wife of difficult times" who chose fair cooperation despite having the power to annex them—he could only swallow those words back into his stomach.
Seeing Little Fuli's attitude waver, Fu Xuan chuckled lightly and sacrificed her killer move: "The Marshal is still waiting for good news from Your Excellency in Shenzhou."
The girl knew well that her own weight wasn't enough, so she decisively played the ace card of Ancestor Phoenix (Fu Hua).
"!!!"
Sure enough, the existence of Cousin Hua immediately shifted the party's attitude. The swaying scale turned from its original faint tilt back to a dilemma.
Theresa became anxious upon seeing this. "Fu Hua hasn't said she's definitely coming home yet!"
"There, you also said 'coming home'."
If she had a feather fan in hand, the General would definitely fan herself smugly.
"You!"
The Principal was choked with anger, a fierce light in her eyes. The Oath of Judah, shrunk to accessory size on her wrist, began to enlarge.
Fu Xuan seemed unmoved at first glance, but secretly she had already summoned Origin Strike: Star Shatter.
A Shuraba?
Heh, only the weak use coquetry and schemes to fight for a man. True women grab their weapons, beat down all enemies, beat down the man himself, and tie him up to take home!
"Don't panic, don't panic! Isn't it just a production capacity issue?" Seeing the flames of war about to reignite, the "spoil of war" had a flash of wit. "Once the A-Rank Mech promised by the General arrives, Hyperion will meet all the conditions for promotion to a Medium-sized Organization. At that time, we will open branches and brand-new production lines. Production capacity will definitely see a qualitative leap, and satisfying both your parties will be absolutely no problem!"
"Win-win cooperation is the future!" He spread his arms, his tone full of infectious power. "You are both my wings!"
The status of a Medium-sized Organization was equivalent to a formal country, enjoying many rights such as establishing embassies in various nations.
For example, the Helix Workshop mentioned earlier had opened a branch in the Foggy Capital of Great Britain.
"Open a branch?" Fu Xuan's eyes lit up. "Regarding the location, has Your Excellency considered the Luofu?"
"As long as it is opened on the Luofu, This Seat can not only provide high-quality venues and guarantee a three-year tax exemption, but the Divination Commission will also provide free deduction services for your side, helping you avoid commercial risks."
She was full of confidence. "Of course, all policies must be agreed upon by the Six Charioteers, but as the General, This Seat is ninety percent certain of this."
Not saying one hundred percent is just to show off the Taixuan Front's democracy to the outside world (lol).
"Then why not come to our St. Freya?" Theresa refused to show weakness. "Our Far East Branch's artificial island has ample vacant land, beautiful scenery, complete facilities, and reliable security! You can plan and build the factory land however you want, and it's in the Proper World. Wouldn't that be more convenient and faster?"
"Specific addresses can't be decided casually. I have to discuss it with Mei, Bronya, and the others." Fuli shook his head, selectively ignoring that in this aspect, it was completely the Hyperion King's one-man rule. "But I promise, the location of the branch will definitely prioritize the two of you."
This was the truth, and also based on realistic considerations.
No matter how much rejection or disgust there was, as long as humanity hadn't completely cut off its seven emotions and six desires, having someone on the inside made things easier.
Rather than struggling to pioneer in a strange region and ending up with a mess, it was better to find someone with close ties.
Mm, provided this person is reliable enough.
"In that case, This Seat will take my leave first and await good news."
Fu Xuan quit while she was ahead, turning gracefully to leave the bridge.
She hadn't expected to crush her old rival in one go anyway. After all, the "IF" images she saw were just possibilities, and only she and Qingque knew about them. Even if she said it, Fuli wouldn't admit it.
Unexpectedly splitting the difference with Theresa despite being at a disadvantage in innate conditions already made her very happy.
Walking alone in the quiet corridor leading to the guest rooms, Fu Xuan paused slightly.
"As a person, it is best to be cautious in word and deed." She didn't turn back, but her cool voice seemed to penetrate space, delivered precisely to a specific coordinate. "You surely understand the principle that misfortune comes from the mouth. If you don't, This Seat can personally teach it to you."
"Eek!"
Far away in the Far East, Houraiji Kyuusyou, who was writing furiously on a light screen, felt as if she had been struck by lightning. The hairs all over her body stood on end, instantly realizing who that space-spanning warning came from.
Her fingertips trembling, she deleted the gossip article titled [Explosive! The Truth of General Miao Jian's Loli Body Exposed! Fighting with Principal Theresa Over a Man Ignites a Shuraba!] at the fastest speed of her life.
Shred, shred, and shred again, until not a trace remained. Only then did she collapse against the back of her chair, stroking her wildly beating heart and smiling with relief:
"Barely escaped with my life..."
"Heh."
Sensing the disappearance of that earth-shattering piece of trash in the unseen realm, Fu Xuan snorted lightly, her petite figure merging into the shadows deep in the corridor.
Dead of night. The moonlight filtered through the porthole like silver gauze, gently sprinkling into the room and plating the floor with a layer of hazy soft light.
Fuli, lying in bed, was deep in dreamland when he suddenly felt his chest sink, as if pressed down by something soft yet weighty.
He opened his sleepy eyes. In his blurred vision, a pure white figure that seemed to blend with the moonlight was looking down at him from above.
The familiar petite silhouette and the iconic white hair and blue eyes caused a surge of ecstasy in Fuli's heart, but he quickly realized the situation.
"Theresa?"
Correct. Straddling his waist was none other than the Principal, visiting alone late at night.
The girl was wearing clean, white cotton pajamas. Her iconic "death hairstyle," usually tied to one side, was now draped down smoothly. A few strands of hair hung beside her flushed cheeks, revealing a thrillingly different kind of charm.
"I'm unhappy!"
She huffed, refusing to get down, crossing her arms over her chest and pouting her small mouth high.
"Huh?"
Unhappy? About what?
Fuli looked blank.
Theresa raged, "I'm clearly this Principal's fiancé, yet you actually had an indirect kiss with that tiny General!"
"Where did I have an indirect kiss with Fu Xuan?"
This accusation is simply baffling.
" did that guy talk to you?"
"Well, obviously."
"Then her saliva molecules would float into the air, and since you were close, you definitely opened your mouth to talk too. You inhaled each other's saliva... doesn't that count as an indirect kiss?"
"???"
Facing such bizarre logic, Fuli was dumbfounded.
He subconsciously asked, "Then by that logic, aren't we having an indirect kiss right now too?"
"We are doing more than just indirect!"
Theresa blushed for a second, then continued to brandish her claws and make accusations.
Clearly, she was reminded of the accident by the hot spring pool earlier.
Seeing her like this, Fuli quickly realized the truth behind her breaking into a widower's door at night. "Jealous again, right? You were jealous when Asta came last time too."
"The Taixuan Front coming is such a huge matter, yet you didn't even tell this Principal!"
Theresa leaned down, her small face almost touching the tip of Fuli's nose. Her warm breath, carrying a hint of milky scent, washed over him.
She looked aggrieved, like a little wife whose husband had cheated behind her back. "I still had to find out from Kallen."
So the culprit is you!
The boy looked at the ceiling in annoyance, vaguely able to see a certain big-breasted Saintess covering her mouth and snickering.
He tried to explain, "Mainly, I felt like... this kind of small matter didn't need to disturb you."
The more he thought about it, the more wrong it sounded, so he added, "Besides, doesn't your Far East Branch buy other people's stuff all day long too? We're all dogs of the same pack, so the big dog shouldn't mock the little dog."
"Can that be the same?" The girl waved her small fist to refute. "Procuring supplies isn't dating! Not putting all your eggs in one basket is common sense, right!"
"Eh! Look, you say that too?" Fuli keenly seized the loophole and replied righteously, "Then my behavior of standing in N-number of boats is also very reasonable!"
"I! Ah! I don't care, I don't care, I don't care!"
Theresa was choked into silence, so she simply started to throw a tantrum, twisting and turning on top of Fuli, making the double bed beneath them creak and groaning, crumpling the sheets into a mess.
An octogenarian in her forties acting like a spoiled child to a boy less than half her age... but the Principal is cute, so it doesn't matter.
"Shh!"
After fussing for a while, Fuli remembered something. He raised his index finger and pressed it gently against her soft lips. "Play is play, and noise is noise, but Mei's ME Corp is right next door. It won't be good if we alert her."
"Oh, oh."
Regarding the difficulty of dealing with Mei, Theresa obviously understood tacitly.
She lowered her voice, just about to say something else.
Click, click, click—
Clear footsteps approached from afar, sounding exceptionally piercing in the quiet corridor!
Not good!
Murphy's Law struck. The two exchanged a glance. Theresa reacted extremely fast, diving into the boy's arms like a nimble kitten and pressing tightly against his chest.
Fuli quickly pulled up the fluffy duvet, covering them both completely, and turned on his side, leaving only a silhouette that appeared to be fast asleep.
The cabin door slid open silently, and a cool figure in a white lab coat appeared at the doorway.
Crimson-purple waist-length hair cascaded down, and the hazy moonlight outlined her slender yet full and beautiful silhouette—
Without a doubt! It was Mei!
She walked into the room, looking at the quiet scene, a trace of imperceptible doubt flashing in her eyes.
She walked slowly to the bedside, lowered her gaze, and quietly stared at her sleeping boyfriend.
Sensing the gaze falling on the bed, even though she relied on the shrunk Oath of Judah on her wrist to activate its energy concealment mode, Theresa inside the blanket still held her breath tightly, her heart beating wildly.
She could clearly feel the rise and fall of Fuli's chest, as well as his equally tense body. Soon, an emotion mixed with nervousness, thrill, and a hint of secret excitement surged in the girl's heart.
NTR is just like this. When you are the one getting cucked, it's definitely as unpleasant as can be.
But if it's the other way around...
Theresa was even a little eager to make a move, licking her lips, wanting to take the opportunity to pull some strange little stunts that couldn't be written in the main text.
Regrettably, reason prevailed, and she didn't mess around.
Mei stood quietly by the bed for over ten seconds. Under the cover of the Key of Binding, the young woman ultimately didn't discover anything strange.
She leaned down and placed a feather-light kiss on Fuli's forehead.
Then, she turned and left the room, the cabin door closing silently behind her.
"Phew..."
Feeling both regret and relief, Theresa was just about to lift the duvet when a pair of hot, large hands firmly imprisoned her in his arms.
W-What is he doing?!
Alarm bells rang in the girl's heart, shyness mixed with a trace of surprise.
Unlike her exasperation during the hot spring incident last time, her thought to resist was much weaker now; she even looked forward to further action.
But the next second!
The ghostly figure appeared at the doorway again!
Mei stood there silently, her gaze sweeping across the room once more. Only after confirming there were absolutely no anomalies did she truly turn and leave.
"Phew—!"
Only after the cabin door closed again and he confirmed the other party had truly left did Fuli forcefully throw off the duvet, gasping greedily for fresh air like a fish out of water.
Physical state was secondary; it was mainly the tension.
Theresa's small face was also suffocated to a bright red, fine beads of sweat seeping from her forehead.
"H-How did you know she would come back?"
She gasped, asking with lingering fear.
Fuli didn't answer directly, only showing an expression of having survived a disaster.
[Name: Setsuna Blade · Ancient Mirror Reflecting Spirit]
[Rank: S-A]
[Classification: State]
[Effect: With the help of General Miao Jian, Fuli relies on the Stigma of Domination to fuse the dislocated temporal flow of the Stigma of Void, the survival instinct amplification of the Stigma of Death, the microscopic particle sensing of the Stigma of Thunder, and the quantum vacuum fluctuation of the Stigma of Rock. He then compresses the sensing radius of the Logic Form: Cold River Reflection to an extreme degree, trading the loss of wide-range perception for a temporarily near-invincible absolute perception capability within a short range. He can even see through the future trajectory to a certain extent.]
[Note: Within ten meters, sharp-sighted;
Within five meters, clear as a blazing fire;
Within three meters, seeing the big picture from small clues;
Within one meter, omniscient and all-seeing!]
Fuli didn't plan to explain this to Theresa in the short term. After all, it was an ability realized with Fu Xuan's help; saying it out loud would definitely cause another scene.
By the way, the note was written by Prisoner Fuli himself. The last line was suspected of exaggeration.
He had previously relied on Ancient Mirror Reflecting Spirit to sense Fu Xuan's Origin Strike: Star Shatter, and also used it to predict Mei's "feint" return. This ability could be said to have saved him a full two times.
Seeing the boy remain silent, Theresa didn't pry further.
She felt weak all over now, her heartbeat still ridiculously fast.
"I-I'm leaving!"
Having rested enough, Theresa sat up, tidying her messy sideburns and the crystalline fluid at the corner of her mouth—I mean the sweat that flowed to her lips—jumped off the bed, and prepared to cut and run.
As the saying goes, consenting beforehand doesn't mean consenting during. Just now, in the tense and exciting atmosphere, Theresa indeed had a bit of a "giving herself away" posture. But now that the cool breeze blew, her heated brain cooled down. Stepping into the Homu slippers Hyperion had specially prepared for her, she was about to slip away.
"Are you stupid!" Fuli was quick-eyed and deft-handed, yanking her back by her slender wrist. "Mei just left. Going out now, what's the difference between throwing yourself into the net?"
"Then what should I do?"
Her big azure eyes were watery.
Sleeping on the floor was out of the question. What if Boss Mei came back again? Being found sleeping on the floor would be even harder to explain!
Actually, not explaining didn't matter much. The key was that she controlled ME Corp; if she threw a temper tantrum, it would delay the transaction!
"Sleep together then."
Fuli shrugged indifferently, patting the empty space beside him.
Anyway, in his dreams, he would go play with Quan—no, enter the deep consciousness space to "Dual cultivate". He wasn't worried about losing control.
"Oh, oh."
Since he said so, Theresa could only agree as if resigning herself to fate.
She dawdled into the blanket. The clean and refreshing scent on the boy, mixed with a faint smell of body wash, made her cheeks start to burn again.
A moment later, feeling his even breathing gently brushing her forehead hair, the girl suddenly realized something extremely important:
Wait!
It's not like the Hyperion doesn't have windows. She could totally open the window and fly back to her own room!
Forget it, I'm already here.
Theresa sighed quietly, as if convincing herself, and her originally stiff body relaxed.
She gently leaned close to Fuli's ear, her warm breath brushing over his earlobe, and said in a voice only the two of them could hear:
"Goodnight, dummy."
With that, the girl buried her small head deeper into the hollow of his neck, like a small beast that had found a warm nest, and closed her eyes with peace of mind.
The moonlight continued to sprinkle gently, enveloping the two sleeping in an embrace in a quiet silver glow.
By the way, the reason the omnipotent Miss Mei didn't notice the anomaly in the surveillance was that Kallen had tampered with it in the dark.
Big Sister is the best!