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Space Station, sealed section, near the Culture Dish.
"Is this... also one of Ruan Mei's creations?" Looking at the strange man holding a book and wearing a Plaster Cast over his head, Stelle subconsciously huddled closer to Hiroshi.
"It should be a person. Let's get closer," Hiroshi whispered.
Sensing their arrival, Dr. Ratio closed his book with a snap and walked towards them with an academic, graceful stride. Before they could even ask, he stated his business. "I am a visitor to the Space Station who has trespassed here due to... certain gravitational pulls of idiocy. The target you seek is just ahead. However, if you fail to resolve the situation, I will be forced to intervene to prevent the spread of further 'mental blight'."
"You don't need to be so polite, we can go in together," Stelle offered, thinking safety in numbers was a sound strategy.
"No," Ratio refused flatly. "According to the rules of the Genius Society—even if I am merely an invitee—one does not interfere with another's research topic without an invitation. It is a matter of etiquette, or what remains of it in this era." He turned his stone-masked gaze to Hiroshi. "What are you waiting for? Do you have an abundance of time to waste?"
"Then can I trouble you to take care of this little cutie?" Hiroshi asked, gesturing to Stelle. "She's effectively only two days old."
"Roar?" Dr. Ratio tilted his head, scrutinizing Stelle as if she were a particularly puzzling equation. Stelle retreated two steps, hiding behind Hiroshi's shoulder.
"Interesting," Ratio mused. "But child-rearing is not my specialty. I can only guarantee she will not be harmed by me during your absence."
Hiroshi nodded. The doctor was as sharp-tongued as the game lore suggested, but his word was iron. "That's enough."
Hiroshi walked toward the elevator alone. He knew Stelle didn't have her Destruction blessings yet, and her Stellaron was still dormant. He couldn't risk her in the pit. When Stelle tried to follow, Ratio blocked her path with his book. "Following him to provide 'moral support' is merely a euphemism for being a liability. Stay."
The elevator descended into the heart of the Culture Dish. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and rot. A giant, shattered egg-like sphere hung from the ceiling, its fragments littering the platform.
Hiroshi summoned the Blade of the God of War. A cold, azure light bloomed from the hilt, illuminating the dark platform like a beacon. He stepped over equipment spitting out blue electric arcs, searching for the Star-Shattering King Insect.
Suddenly, he looked up. Hanging upside down from the ceiling was a deep blue, mountain-sized Worm King. It dropped instantly, the impact shaking the entire platform. Before Hiroshi could find his footing, the beast fired a pale blue energy beam capable of vaporizing titanium.
Hiroshi raised his azure blade. Under the enchantment of "Protect X", the beam washed over the blade's surface. Hiroshi's arms strained, but he stood his ground. Up above, Stelle pressed her hands against the glass, her eyes wide with terror, silently pleading with Ratio to help. Ratio remained unmoved.
Failing its initial strike, the Worm King summoned a flood of True Stings. They swarmed Hiroshi like a living tide. The King itself flew high, accumulating a massive, crystal-like energy ball above its head.
One minute left until it dissipates, Hiroshi calculated. I'll use it to test Heavy Strike Annihilation.
He couldn't teleport with Ratio watching, so he got creative. He summoned the Demon Blade Thousand Blades. The fragments swirled around him, creating an "Absolute Domain" that refined any approaching insect into a cloud of blood mist.
Then, he used the fragments to form a ghostly blue staircase in mid-air. He leaped up the floating shards, instantly reaching the King's head. The beast tried to cancel its charge to defend itself, but it was too late.
The Blade of the God of War turned a brilliant, blinding gold. A giant spectral phantom of the blade emerged, illuminating the entire zone like a newborn sun.
"Heavy Strike Annihilation!"
The phantom blade cleaved straight through the Emanator, splitting its cosmic form and slamming into the platform below. The entire Space Station shook violently.
In the main halls, coffee cups shattered and staff members were thrown to the floor. "The Legion!" someone screamed. "Are they back already?!"
But in the depths of the Culture Dish, there was only silence—and the dissipating glow of a god-slaying strike.
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