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"You're too modest, Ms. Ruan Mei."
Sol said with a smile, "What makes a genius a genius is not their achievements, but their ability to learn and to pioneer."
"Even if you are not specialized in a particular field, I believe that as long as a genius is willing, they can quickly become a leading expert in any discipline."
"Besides, I am quite interested in the demise of Tayzzyronth. I hope to obtain your research regarding Propagation."
"Of course, that would probably count as a separate project."
He was fully aware that a project involving universal stellar resonance could not possibly be completed in just a few weeks—even for geniuses.
Even with the [Emperor Armor] and [Tiga] already serving as the foundation for everything, requiring only a shell to amplify the phenomenon to its extreme.
At the pace of geniuses, producing a final design within a few months would be considered normal.
After that, implementing their design would require an unknown amount of time.
During that period, he was quite interested in attempting to access other ninth-tier powers from different domains. The Path of Propagation was his first choice—the Aeon had already fallen, and Ruan Mei possessed a complete share of an Emanator's power from that Path.
He felt that his compatibility with Propagation might be rather good.
"..."
Ruan Mei's gaze flickered slightly as she pondered. "That will not be a problem. However, I hope you will share with me the results of your research on Propagation."
Recreating the Imperator Insectorum was only one part of her research—a byproduct deemed to have low value.
It could not persist in this world, nor could it further deconstruct the Path of Propagation.
Her current focus was more on the Dusk Leviathans and on editing entirely new lifeforms. The former were suspected remnants of the Path of Permanence, while the latter was her own experiment.
But since Sol was so interested in Propagation, she believed he must have discovered something.
"Just an attempt."
Sol shook his head and said casually, "I can't guarantee there will be any results. You shouldn't set your expectations too high."
"We'll see when the time comes." Ruan Mei remained noncommittal. "I believe the light of hope will have wondrous reactions with any Path."
"It seems the discussion has been quite successful. Everyone here wants to contribute to the birth of an Aeon."
Big Herta smiled and glanced around. "Then let's clarify our division of labor."
"I am more proficient in researching the nature of energy, so I will handle that aspect. The project will also require the computational power of the Simulated Universe. The company's resources will be concentrated at Herta Space Station, and I will oversee overall coordination and planning. Any objections?"
Geniuses were proud—and she was especially domineering.
The Simulated Universe had once been a project she spearheaded. Naturally, she wanted to lead again.
Besides, if she did not take the lead, would that not waste her special relationship with Sol?
The Propagation project Ruan Mei and Sol had just agreed upon gave her a sense of crisis. Those two would definitely end up researching their way into bed.
She had absolute faith in Sol's moral integrity—that was to say, he had absolutely none. And Ruan Mei was an even more unhinged genius in the field of life sciences than she was. She would undoubtedly think about collecting "samples."
At the very least, in the end, she had to be the bigger one.
Just like her relationship with Ruan Mei—she had always been on top!
"I agree!"
Sol was the first to voice his approval.
Big Herta was a natural leader in scientific research. The other three geniuses were probably closer to the "problem child" category.
Screwllum was too gentlemanly—he could not outplay the other two women.
Ruan Mei lacked sufficient authority in this particular project and did not possess strong leadership ability.
As for Stephen, he was afraid of Polka Kakamond. There was no need to force him to take the lead.
"Then I'll be responsible for algorithm design and debugging."
Stephen was eager to begin.
This was probably the most complex algorithm he had ever designed.
A challenge with tremendous learning value.
Screwllum spoke in his usual gentle tone. "Requesting task allocation: mechanical design, structural construction, and functional modularization."
Ruan Mei smiled. "Then I shall assist and handle secondary challenges. After all, I'm not as specialized as they are."
"Then here's to a fruitful collaboration. Once the project succeeds, I believe everyone will obtain what they desire."
Sol clapped his hands lightly, offering the final encouragement.
The group nodded one after another, logging out of the Simulated Universe and beginning their preparations.
...
Somewhere in the universe, on a certain vacation planet.
Polka Kakamond rubbed her forehead, looking thoroughly exasperated as she muttered, "What a troublesome child. Stirring things up every now and then."
"I can't even rest in peace during this period!"
As she spoke, she felt another impact—another puncture through the Omniscient Domain.
So scorching. So powerful. And this time, internal conflict.
"Light... born from chaos?"
Polka's face, adorned with iridescent radiance, twitched slightly.
Whenever someone attempted to break through the boundaries of the Omniscient Domain, it was like touching the alarm line of a protective barrier—she would always sense it.
Such breakthroughs typically progressed from weak to strong, and most were extinguished by her the moment they showed signs of budding.
Except this time...
Polka Kakamond gritted her teeth, humiliation and fury flashing in her eyes.
No—except for this person. Sol Mercer.
Ever since he had abruptly appeared in this universe, he had repeatedly broken through the Omniscient Domain, releasing vast quantities of unknown information and disturbing innumerable timelines.
On the Astral Express, in Penacony, and now at Herta Space Station.
That unrestrained, blazing breakthrough was an experience she had never encountered before—it was driving her nearly insane!
Those who had broken through the Omniscient Domain in the past were like tugging at her hair.
But Sol? It felt like he had stabbed her outright!
A sudden jab while she was eating. Another during vacation. Even in her sleep!
How could someone be this infuriating?!
And now that man had entangled himself with Herta and Ruan Mei—several potential targets—she was truly on the verge of losing her mind!
She desperately wanted to traverse space and time to give him a vicious stab in return.
Unfortunately, Nous had previously stopped her and seemed to have begun personally observing that man.
Polka raked her fingers through her hair, her beautiful face contorting in frustration.
She could not even remember the last time she had felt this way. In the distant past, when she assassinated Rupert, it had felt like killing fish for thousands of years—just pure repetition without emotion.
Was she really going to be stabbed like this indefinitely?
At that moment, time seemed to suddenly freeze.
Heaven and earth fell silent. The starry sky grew ever more vast and resplendent.
Polka sensed it and suppressed the irritation on her face.
She looked up at the sky, elegant and composed, instantly returning to her most elite working state.
Confident and devout—an attitude only the most exceptional of workhorses could possess. "O Omniscient One, what revelation do you intend to bestow?"
Nous manifested within the starry sky, transmitting a cold and immense stream of data:
[Target Subject 1: Extreme Pressure Tolerance Test — Era: Pre-Aeon Iteration]
[Target Subject 2: "Hope" State Variable Analysis — Pressure Gradient: 0~]
[Execution Authority: "Phase 0" operational permissions have been written into the core protocol stack.]
[Executor: Polka Kakamond.]
"O Omniscient One, I have received the directive."
Polka was momentarily stunned, but quickly shifted into a graceful smile. "To know all yet merely observe the clumsy choices of mortals—and now even you have knowledge worthy of personally collecting. What fortune!"
Nous vanished in an instant, leaving behind only drifting stardust that tacitly affirmed her words.
Polka immediately obtained greater authority over the Omniscient Domain.
Already the strongest beneath an Aeon, granted the power of a throne, she now advanced one step further—becoming an apostle exercising divine authority.
She disappeared like a dream bubble, heading to where she needed to be.
She had endured enough. Anyone who dared to recklessly invade the Omniscient Domain deserved to taste what it felt like to be stabbed as well.
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