"How can there be a Path of Abundance?!"
"When did Abundance arrive?!"
An Automaton robot couldn't help but mutter to himself.
His name was Lygus, an administrator at the Amphoreus Proving Ground.
As everyone knows, Amphoreus is entangled with three Paths:
Erudition, Remembrance, and Destruction.
It was already difficult enough to balance these three factions.
Now he discovered the Power of Abundance emerging from within!
This meant that someone from the Abundance faction had also intervened.
"Why is it her of all people—a crucial part of the experiment, I can't easily deal with it—"
Lygus realized that Tribios, one of the key figures, possessed the Power of Abundance.
He didn't dare to act rashly, so he decided to play it safe and observe first.
While the administrator here was frantic, the instigator on the other side was still admiring beautiful women.
Belobog.
After Oliver left Cocolia's room, he saw many portraits of beautiful women in the corridor downstairs.
He leaned in for a closer look and realized they were the Supreme Guardians of Belobog throughout history.
From the first to the eighteenth.
Except for the first, who was an old woman, all the others were young and beautiful women.
Oliver saw that the eighteenth was Cocolia herself.
She was holding a cute silver-haired little girl in her arms (as shown in the picture).
"I have to say, Cocolia's looks are quite stunning, and her figure is great, but it's a pity she's wearing too many clothes. If she could Shed Armor two pieces, then—"
The moment this thought crossed Oliver's mind, he saw a bizarre scene unfold in the portrait on the wall!
Cocolia in the painting, who was originally dressed in conservative clothing, had her clothes disappear!
The clothes on the figure were gone, leaving only a scene that would be censored.
"One-click clothes removal? This isn't right, can it be used like this?"
Moreover, the key was that it was exactly the same.
A portrait certainly couldn't depict certain forbidden areas, but after Oliver used Shed Armor, the details were exactly as he had seen with his own eyes.
It automatically completed the censored content.
Oliver seemed to have discovered a new use for Shed Armor.
A divine skill for infantry!
He took down the portrait and admired it alone.
To test the divine skill, Oliver shifted his gaze to the silver-haired little girl Cocolia was holding in her arms.
"Bronya, I'm sorry, I'm just going to Shed Armor your hat."
Just as he was about to use Shed Armor, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind him.
"What hat?"
That voice—the owner of the voice had arrived.
Oliver didn't turn around, quickly rolled up the portrait, and tucked it into his embrace.
This matter would somewhat damage his reputation.
He absolutely couldn't let Bronya know.
By the time he turned around, he had already reverted to his gentle and elegant demeanor.
Then he looked at the person who had arrived.
Bronya's figure always carried a sense of awe and resilience that matched Belobog's snowstorm.
Her posture was as straight as a cold pine, her silver-gray curly hair neat and close to her head, with a few longer strands casually falling by her cheeks, softening her appearance somewhat.
Her face was delicate and well-defined, her nose bridge high, and her thin lips habitually pressed into a firm, straight line.
However, as she walked towards Oliver at this moment, her lips had a curve.
Oliver knew that only when she occasionally laid down her heavy burdens, or faced someone she trusted, would her tightly pressed lips curve upwards ever so slightly, revealing a smile like a ray of dawn breaking through melting ice.
"Lord Oliver, what did you just say about removing a hat?" Bronya asked earnestly.
She thought Oliver had some request, which was why she treated it so seriously.
In her heart, Oliver was a hero who had saved the world, and every one of his requests should be fulfilled, except for the inappropriate ones, of course.
Oliver waved his hand, "Nothing, I said you look prettier without a hat."
Faced with the sudden compliment, Bronya's old face flushed, "Tha—thank you, I haven't worn a hat in a long time."
In her embarrassment, she noticed that a portrait was missing from the wall.
It was her mother's portrait.
And she had just seen Oliver put away a scroll.
Could it be—could Lord Oliver secretly be in love with her mother?
Otherwise, why would he secretly hide her mother's portrait?
She had seen some young couples do this, hiding portraits of their loved ones to look at themselves.
Thus, Bronya confirmed a major matter in her heart and decided to tell her mother.
"Bronya?"
Oliver noticed Bronya staring blankly at the wall, so he called her twice.
"Ah, nothing, I have something to report!"
Bronya startled awake and quickly changed the subject to avoid being discovered.
"The Lower District brought news that Svarog knows the location of the ancient armory, but he refuses to negotiate with our people. He says he only trusts you, so I'd like to ask you to go. We really need those ancient technologies and materials."
"Perfect, I also want to find this armory."
Oliver readily agreed.
Even if Bronya hadn't brought it up, he would have sought out ancient technology.
A thousand years ago, this planet also stood at the forefront of technology.
City builders, Interstellar Peace Corporation trade specialists, and extraterrestrial civilizations like the Intelligentsia Guild seeking the flow of knowledge all stopped here to communicate.
Since the arrival of the Stellaron, all extraterrestrial civilizations fled.
The Antimatter Legion also invaded Jarilo-VI, and the surface fell.
The natives were pushed back, driven into the underground city of Belobog.
Because of the collective will of the natives, the Stellaron was triggered, and a blizzard swept across the entire planet.
Jarilo-VI entered an ice age, and the Antimatter Legion was also hampered by the blizzard, forced to retreat.
The ultimate result was a regression of civilization.
From a starship civilization, they regressed to the firearm era, retaining only a little high technology.
"It's a pity I can't find the coordinates of the Herta Space Station, otherwise I'd definitely go and snatch a few research elites."
In the universe, to reach a destination precisely, apart from the Aeons, everyone else, even an Emanator, needs external assistance.
If he relied solely on himself to travel everywhere, he wouldn't know when he would see living people.
So Oliver directly gave up on that idea.
He might as well look for ancient technology; it would be great if he could unearth a Star Destroyer.