Herta Space Station, Support Cabin.
Outside the platform, the galaxy still surged endlessly, just like the day the Doomsday Beast first attacked.
Phainon stood quietly.
He gazed at the starry sky, as if it were yesterday.
The golden mask was not on his face at the moment, but hung quietly at his waist.
"Mr. Phainon, welcome."
A clear and pleasant voice sounded from behind him.
The Space Station's acting station master, Asta, was walking over with the security captain, Arlan.
Even before Phainon arrived, Himeko's communication had already been delivered.
For this great hero who saved the entire Space Station by himself, Asta had prepared the most sincere welcome speech.
However, the moment her gaze met the black-robed figure.
All her carefully prepared words, her professional smile, were stuck in her throat.
Her footsteps also froze... Why?
Who exactly was this person in front of her?
His white hair like frost, his handsome and profound features, every part of him exuded a non-human refinement and indifference.
But the familiar black robe, and the golden mask hanging at his waist, silently declared his identity.
He was the madman who caused a huge stir in the Space Station, making Ms. Herta herself take notice!
In the depths of Asta's memory, the black-robed figure was synonymous with madness and destruction; just standing there, his crazy aura was enough to scorch the soul.
But the Phainon in front of her was completely different.
The madness that burned everything in him had vanished without a trace.
What replaced it was an extreme calmness.
There was no longer any madness in his deep eyes, which were as still as an ancient well.
"Where is Ms. Herta?"
Phainon spoke, his voice calm, without a ripple.
Asta suddenly came back to her senses, a blush uncontrollably rising on her fair cheeks, feeling a little embarrassed by her earlier gaffe.
However, she quickly composed herself.
"Ms. Herta is in her office. Mr. Phainon, please follow me."
She quickly turned around, her steps actually a little faster than usual.
Asta quietly asked him, her voice trembling slightly: "Arlan... do you feel like he... seems like a different person?"
Arlan nodded solemnly: "It's more than just changed. He's practically... a different person."
After all, he never would have imagined that beneath the mask was such an illogical face!
...Soon, the three arrived at the Main Control Cabin, in front of a huge alloy door.
This was Ms. Herta's private office, with the highest authority in the Space Station.
Arlan stepped forward and reported in a deep voice to the intercom terminal by the door:
"Ms. Herta, Mr. Phainon has arrived."
His voice unconsciously carried respect.
Buzz—
The heavy alloy door silently slid open to both sides, revealing the genius's domain behind it.
"Mr. Phainon, please come in."
Arlan turned sideways, made a 'please' gesture, and then, along with Asta, very tactfully stopped outside the door, not even daring to glance inside.
Phainon nodded slightly, as a response.
He didn't hesitate at all, stepping into the office... Inside the office.
Four huge special mirrors surrounded the large Ms. Herta in the center.
She was wearing a pointed hat, looking with interest at one of the mirrors.
The mirror surface was smooth as water, but reflected no scene.
Countless data streams and Stelle map fragments, incomprehensible to mortals, flowed within the mirror, as if connecting to the other end of the universe.
Phainon's footsteps sounded, but Ms. Herta did not turn her head.
Her lazy and casual voice echoed in the empty office, carrying a hint of playfulness.
"White-haired boy, you're finally here?"
"But for now, you'll have to wait."
She stretched out her finger and gently tapped the mirror in front of her; the speed of the data flow in the mirror suddenly accelerated.
"The mechanical head seems to have something to say."