"Too much talking."
"You think I'm a Herrscher?"
"In fact… I'm a hunter."
A pale blue surge of power burst forth from the Mother of Deception.
In that instant, countless spatial rifts tore open around her, attempting to summon Fragmentum creatures from beyond.
But the moment those rifts appeared—
The Moonlight Thrones had already locked on.
Their cannons adjusted in unison, muzzles glowing.
Evan exerted force.
The Pseudo–Heavy Armor Bunny's claw plunged forward—
Straight into Cocolia's chest.
"No! No—stop!"
"I haven't succeeded yet!"
"I don't want to disappear! I refuse to vanish!"
"If you destroy me, this planet will die as well!"
"You can't do this!!"
"I know," Evan replied calmly.
"That's why I'll ask them later how to contain you."
"So shut up."
His words fell.
And Evan ripped outward.
On the frozen ground below, atop the eternal permafrost of Everwinter Ridge—
Seele and the others stared upward in shock.
Bronya's expression was taut with panic, yet she couldn't step forward.
"Gah—"
"That's… brutal."
"That's terrifying."
March 7th covered her mouth, whispering in awe—
Though her fingers never stopped clicking away, photo after photo.
She looked like she wanted to livestream the whole thing.
Too bad Jarilo-VI's network coverage was awful—
Probably due to the violent atmospheric interference.
"He's strong," Dan Heng said quietly, nodding.
"At this moment… his strength rivals mine."
Soon after, they saw Evan retract the massive mechanical construct behind him.
He descended from the sky and landed steadily on the ground.
"Hey," March 7th said cheerfully,
"Are people from this planet all this strong?"
"Then how did you guys lose contact with the galaxy for seven hundred years?"
They had only just met—
But March 7th and Stelle were naturally friendly with everyone.
Especially Stelle.
"..."
"I mean… if I said I don't know either, would you believe me?"
Seele scratched her head awkwardly, glancing at the curious faces around her.
Then she noticed Evan walking over from the direction of the Engine of Creation.
"You're amazing!" March 7th said brightly.
She didn't know Evan—
But Evan knew her.
And Stelle.
And the stoic "little azure dragon" standing behind them.
"Eh. I'm alright," Evan replied casually.
"Not that impressive. You guys are stronger."
That was the truth.
Stelle—a living Stellaron host.
March 7th—a forgotten powerhouse, the kind novels always loved to write about.
Who knew?
Maybe she was an Aeon who lost her memories.
The Aeon of Remembrance, perhaps?
Or even the Aeon of Beauty.
Otherwise, how could she keep running into Argenti everywhere?
As for Dan Heng—
He was the reincarnation of a High Elder of the Vidyadhara, one of the few remaining after the fall of the Aeon of Permanence.
Even if the current High Elder of the Xianzhou was a young dragon girl—
Anyone who knew the lore understood.
That child was very likely the "white moonlight" of Dan Heng, Blade, and even Jingliu.
"By the way…"
"What about her?"
"There's still a breath left. I think…"
Evan gestured with his chin.
After the Stellaron had been torn from Cocolia's body—
The backlash alone ensured she wouldn't survive much longer.
As for the Stellaron—
Its consciousness had already been shattered by the three hundred thousand minds unleashed within Evan's sea of consciousness.
What remained was merely an unthinking core.
Whether Cocolia lived or died no longer mattered to him.
If Bronya weren't here—
He wouldn't even bother caring.
"No—please! Don't hurt my mother!"
"Give her a chance to atone!"
Bronya stepped forward, pleading.
"…."
Evan's indifference was something Bronya understood.
To those from the Underworld—
Cocolia was nothing but hatred incarnate.
But to Bronya—
She was still her mother.
The woman who raised her, trained her, and shaped her into who she was.
"Everything she did was because of the Stellaron's corruption," Bronya said firmly.
"Please… let her atone."
"…Even if…"
"…."
Evan didn't answer.
He merely glanced at Cocolia, now stripped of the Stellaron.
Frankly speaking—
After seven hundred years of corruption, she didn't have long left anyway.
Yes, he could use the Pseudo–Black Abyss White Flower to save her.
But there was no reason to.
"Fine," Evan said at last.
"She's your responsibility now."
"How you explain things to the people of Belobog—that's also on you."
With that, he turned—
And walked calmly toward the Engine of Creation.
Analysis.
Engine of Creation — a mechanical construct independently built by Belobog during the Antimatter Legion's invasion seven hundred years ago.
Belobog held full intellectual ownership.
No technology from the Interastral Peace Corporation was used.
Though its technological level lagged behind advanced civilizations—
It was still an exceptionally capable geological transformation machine.
If dozens of units of this type existed—
Then within fifty years,
After the Stellaron's removal,
Jarilo-VI could be reshaped into habitable green land.
—
Analysis complete.
Data model constructed. Reproduction available at any time.
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