"Dear Ms. Vida, is Professor Mobius here?"
The laboratory door slid open.
A silver-haired, refined oval-faced beauty with azure lake-water-like serene eyes currently showing traces of confusion and hesitation.
"Ms. Vida?"
Whether she's here or not, waht's with the formalities?
Wasn't it your people who locked Dr. Mobius in the laboratory?
Also isolated information about the Second Eruption.
What made her even more astonished was that this higher-up who usually had her nose in the air and spoke arrogantly—when had she become so humble and gentle?
"Dr. Mobius just pulled an all-nighter finishing experiments and only just went to rest."
An investigative gaze leaped past Vida, looking toward Ryuga.
Should this person be the reason?
Very handsome, very mysterious. Also he must have quite the background.
Blanka thought to herself.
"Cough cough~, Ms. Blanka shouldn't overwork yourself either. Take time to date."
Vida knew she misspoke, pretending to show concern.
"Ms. Vida, I need to take care of Griseo—where would I have time to date?"
Blanka shook her head.
(PS: To recruit Blanka, you can only change secondary settings.)
O_o?
Ryuga was utterly confused.
These words—each character he understood, but strung together, how did he not comprehend?
Seeming to remember something, gaze gradually moved down, glancing at Blanka's belly.
Even more confused.
o_O?
If memory served correctly, after the First Eruption, Blanka dated Ato and became pregnant.
After the Second Eruption, Blanka gave birth to Griseo.
After the Seventh Eruption's disaster rampage, Ato's workload increased dramatically. Blanka, for family considerations, ended her work as Mobius's assistant and returned to family life.
Before leaving, she even recommended junior Klein, and later juniors Cyan and Cinnabar to replace her.
What a pity!
During the Eighth Eruption, the Herrscher of Sentience's memetic pollution caused masses to fall into slumber. Blanka was also drawn into dreams, organs failing and dying.
How was Griseo already here now?
"You may all leave. Remember my materials."
Although didn't understand, Ryuga felt like maybe he could abduct Blanka together.
"Yes, guaranteed delivery within one hour."
Vida respectfully bent at the waist, devoutly bowing ninety degrees.
Then, immediately straightened, turned around, and quickly departed.
Now Blanka was even more curious.
This man seemed far more influential than she imagined.
"Griseo is..."
Ryuga probed.
Blanka was very capable. Not only beautiful but also very capable.
She was very intelligent. As long as it didn't involve romance, she was extremely rational.
Before leaving, she even recommended Klein—showing her vision was indeed excellent.
Even Mobius praised Blanka, saying she was very outstanding, with ability only slightly inferior to hers.
Unfortunately, she fell in love.
"My younger sister's child. The two died in the First Eruption."
Blanka said.
"Sigh, I really wanted a sweet romance, but unfortunately."
Not to mention needing to care for little Griseo and Mobius's assistant work did not give her a single second of rest.
She already had dark circles.
This ghostly appearance—which man wouldn't run upon seeing her?
"Have a seat."
"Sit... where?"
Ryuga hesitated, scanning around.
Where Mobius worked was both a laboratory and her bedroom.
The air still carried the bizarre smell of instant noodle broth mixed with overnight coffee.
Looking carefully, dozens of flattened instant noodle boxes stacked in the corner, plus coffee packaging bags scattered around the trash can.
Scattered documents were everywhere.
Chaotic mess, nowhere to step.
"Cough cough, sorry. Recently work's been too heavy, I forgot to tidy up."
Blanka hurriedly and clumsily barely cleared a sofa spot, laughing awkwardly.
"Understandable. I've seen messier."
Ryuga nodded.
(Herta: Just call my name already.)
Herta also had a bunch of 'little Hertas' helping tidy up—otherwise, her research institute would be messier than this.
"Hehe."
Blanka laughed awkwardly once, quickly walking inside.
Soon, crisp high-heel sounds echoed.
A languid woman came into view.
Long green hair cascading to her waist, slightly disheveled.
Brows shrouded in heavy fatigue, dark circles almost unconcealable.
White lab coat paired with particularly eye-catching ripped black stockings—decadent style yet emanating a certain sexiness.
Collar casually open, vaguely revealing bottomless cleavage inside.
Ripe curves, utterly alluring.
Mobius swayed unsteadily, looking like she could collapse any moment.
'Thud,' sat on the recliner.
"..."
Ryuga's mouth twitched. Before becoming a Fusion Warrior, Mobius's physique was ultimately just an ordinary person's.
He genuinely worried Mobius would die of overwork.
"Blanka, bring me a cup of adrenaline."
"Alright, Doctor."
Mobius yawned while reclining in the computer chair, legs crossed, high heel dangling on her refined black-stockinged little foot, swaying back and forth.
Watching made Ryuga's appetite surge.
For a moment Rythought Mouga bius was seducing him.
Mm, Mobius WAS seducing him.
"Adrenaline?"
Good grief.
Drinking adrenaline to stay alert?
Soul Steel had liquid form, so having adrenaline beverages wasn't strange.
Although incomprehensible, he was greatly shocked.
"What? If you're willing to give me your milk, perhaps it would be more refreshing."
Mobius's gaze slowly moved downward.
"Cough cough, let's try that later. For now, try my method."
Ryuga coughed twice lightly, legs instinctively closing.
Walking forward, Shadow Flame gushed from his palm, roaring as it completely enveloped Mobius.
BOOM~
Flames engulfed the body, yet there wasn't the slightest burning pain.
Instead, like warm currents permeating every inch of skin, every cell, devouring all exhaustion and weakness throughout her body.
Blanka's eyes widened, the porcelain cup in her hand dropped to the ground with a 'crack,' shattering into pieces.
Staring deadly at that cluster of burning flames, her heart nearly stopping.
"Phew..., much more energetic. So this is the life-and-death-reversing flame?"
Mobius deeply exhaled turbid air, eyes bursting with radiance, feeling unprecedentedly comfortable.
She felt now she could punch a cow to death with one strike.
While in Blanka's eyes, the scene was nearly magical.
Just moments ago—wilted, heavy dark circles, hair disheveled like withered grass—Dr. Mobius now radiated vitality?
You gave her a full-body SPA and flirted at the same time, right?
She looked suspiciously at Ryuga.
To be continued…