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Two hours passed in the blink of an eye.
For Big Herta and Sol, though, it already felt like three days had passed.
Sol had changed back into his regular clothes—the expensive dress from before had been torn apart.
Not a single black stocking survived the battle intact, and the same went for the dress.
"Does clothing this high-quality really need to go through this much?"
Sol helped Big Herta put on her stockings, gently caressing her smooth legs as he muttered quietly in complaint.
"Hmph, doesn't this just show how passionate my feelings are for you?"
Big Herta spread her arms, her expression proud like a little empress.
It was their tacit agreement—a game of alternating emperors.
It was all about thrill, all about the heartbeat.
Sol sighed: "That dress seemed really expensive… I was planning to keep it as a memento. After all, it was the first gift you gave me."
He was somewhat sentimental; the [Raiga] gifted by Anby was still carefully preserved.
Though it was just green or blue card quality, and now even regular gold cards barely impressed him, the sentiment and commemorative value of that blade far surpassed any gold card.
Attachments run deep—makes sense.
"Expensive?"
Big Herta raised an eyebrow slightly, casually: "I have no concept of money, so it's fine."
Sol was speechless: "Not your own money, so spending it doesn't sting, huh?"
"By the way, you wouldn't be misappropriating research funds, would you?"
He had seen the PV—the research projects consumed astronomical amounts of money, far beyond budget, and the string of zeros on the company's bill had scared him off.
Luckily, Asta swiped her card, resolving the crisis.
Her card was like a black hole, capable of swallowing endless debt.
"What nonsense, that's nonsense!"
Big Herta, unusually agitated, grabbed Sol very seriously.
"You gave her cornerstone-level power! She made a fortune!"
"I opened so many patents for her family, helping her independently outside her own family under my name!"
"Using a bit of research funds for myself is only for pleasure, to ensure the research goes smoothly…"
She rambled on in complicated terms.
She felt a bit guilty—not for the dress, which was just a few billion credits—but for the rare items she had collected. Those expenses were no less than research funds.
She had also supported Ruan Mei several times—again, not a small sum.
But she had justification—these were the people's assets, and she was the custodian.
Misappropriating research funds was standard procedure; everyone did it.
Overreporting budgets was also normal—who doesn't fudge the numbers?
"Alright, I understand."
Sol nodded knowingly, feeling as if Big Herta was looking at him like trash.
So that's you, Big Herta—clearly you deserve a life sentence!
Big Herta stopped struggling, changing the topic: "You said you wanted to preserve my gift? Sentimental attachment is a good habit; you should keep it forever."
She loved sentimentality and loyalty.
Although she was a genius who overreported budgets and could be selfish, she adored good people. Like the Astral Express crew or Screwllum, they were among the few she genuinely recognized as friends.
Ruan Mei was her fellow mischievous comrade.
Even villains enjoy associating with good people—after all, otherwise the bad ones just fight among themselves.
Thinking this through, Big Herta said to Sol: "However, my gifts are all one-time use. I will keep sending more."
"I absolutely don't want others using my intentions."
Yes, that's you, Ruan Mei!
She knew Sol's life tier was very high. On the evolutionary level, he even represented a Path toward an Aeon.
Even without Path powers, a blank-body Sol was already stronger than any Emanator.
For Ruan Mei, who aspired to achieve an Aeon of life, he was extremely alluring.
And this guy would absolutely get tangled up with Ruan Mei.
She didn't care about Sol's wandering affections; human drama was utterly boring.
As long as Sol made her happy—helped with experiments, cooperated on major projects, vented frustration—she was perfectly content.
But seeing others play while wearing her clothes? That was unacceptable.
"You can actually get jealous?"
Sol was stunned.
Big Herta had already humiliated others, like Robin, despite their flirtatious relations.
He had assumed she didn't get jealous—after all, someone who dominates always dominates; he should have been prepared.
"I'm not jealous!"
Big Herta shot him a dissatisfied glance: "I just don't want others dirtying my things."
"Alright… that does sound like jealousy."
She gave up the argument, saying directly: "In short, the gifts I give you are for my use only!"
Sol felt a pang of regret: "Why didn't you say so earlier?"
Big Herta's forward thinking pleased him. She had the air of a proper wife, though he hadn't intended to marry in this life anyway.
Unfortunately, the dress had barely arrived before Sparkle had her "sample inspection."
If he had known Big Herta thought this way, he would have made a duplicate.
Hiding it was unnecessary.
From what he knew of Sparkle, she would definitely try something sneaky.
Even if she got harshly punished later, it would only make it more exciting.
As long as she didn't die, she would keep causing trouble.
Better to be upfront than deal with awkwardness later.
"What did you do?"
Big Herta looked at Sol, bewildered.
But she quickly understood, her gaze turning strange: "This dress only arrived yesterday, right? You're fast!"
Sol shrugged helplessly: "Sorry, a little rascal had the same taste as you. She insisted, and since she transformed into your form, I just gave it."
"Alright," Big Herta relented: "Don't let it happen again."
She appreciated Sol's honesty—lying was a waste of time.
As long as it wasn't Ruan Mei… as long as it wasn't Ruan Mei…
Ruan Mei was her good friend, one of the few who could make her feel awkward.
"I like you so much!"
Sol squeezed Big Herta, nuzzling her again.
This genius understood people too well.
Outwardly blunt, simply speaking everything he saw—but with immense inner confidence and clear self-awareness, radiating unique charm.
"Hmph." Big Herta snorted lightly: "I am a genius!"
She checked the time: "Let's go. Stephen, Ruan Mei, and Screwllum will be here soon. Let's chat together."
"They'll definitely be curious about you, the new weirdo. Inviting them shouldn't be difficult."
Big Herta glanced at Sol, still amazed.
Her luck was incredible—she had directly found someone about to ascend to godhood.
She had originally thought of that Aeon, the one suspected to be Akivili reborn, over the years.
"Once this succeeds, I won't shortchange those who helped."
Sol patted his chest, speaking with conviction: "Ascend to godhood first, then bring others along—everyone ascends together!"
"..."
Big Herta suddenly felt uneasy.
Everything had been fine before, but the moment he said that, a strange sensation crept into her chest.
"What's with that look?!"
Sol sensed her doubt and said indignantly: "I'm telling you, I like speaking the truth!"
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