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The faint sound of Black Tower's grumbling could still be heard from inside the office.
"The data has been properly archived and is ready for in-depth study at any time."
Ruan Mei's voice was warm and friendly, and her bright, jade-like eyes were gentle and calm, showing no change in emotion.
"As for the simulated universe... the Star God Primarchs I am in charge of are closely linked to Destiny, and they will repair themselves without my intervention."
"Now, you are more important to me."
She walked up to Qiong and stopped, her emerald eyes gazing intently at him.
Ruan Mei's primary goal in personally conducting the tests was to study Taizyuros and its swarm in order to obtain crucial data for breeding and even reviving the Breeding Commander—a key bridge for her to delve deeper into the mysteries of the destiny of reproduction.
Qiong's test undoubtedly provided her with a massive amount of valuable data that far exceeded her expectations.
However, when Kyō unexpectedly became a Reproduction Envoy in the simulated universe, was granted almost complete destiny powers by Taizyuros, and truly embarked on the destiny of [reproduction] in reality...
His very existence transcends the scope of data samples, becoming a unique phenomenon of great research value!
Do you remember what you promised me?
Ruan Mei asked softly.
"...?"
Qiong showed a brief but genuine look of bewilderment.
He wasn't faking it; he genuinely forgot.
A misalignment of the sense of time is at play.
Although only two days had passed outside, inside the simulated universe, under the various buffs of time acceleration and blurred subjective time perception, the perceived time span experienced by Qiong was about twenty days.
The simulated universe spans more than three Amber Ages!
What did you promise a few days ago?
Qiong Yi couldn't remember for a moment.
Seeing the bewilderment on Qiong's face, Ruan Mei smiled slightly and, as if she had been prepared, took out a standard measuring cup from behind her back.
"Fill it up for me, darling. I need enough gene serum to begin my research."
"Gene serum...filled up!?"
Aesda felt a chill run down her spine and glanced at the markings on the cup.
500ml!?
This is enough to drain a normal person to death ten times over.
"There's only so little? You can't even see who's there?"
Xing stood with her hands on her hips, head held high and chest out.
To fulfill her reproductive mission, she squeezed out enough juice to fill a bathtub and soak in it.
"Oh, I remember now, there was such a thing."
Qiong remembered what happened twenty days ago as soon as Ruan Mei mentioned it.
But is it really okay for you to be so nonchalant?
As for 500ml?
For him, embarking on the path of reproduction is a piece of cake; he could do it with an extra zero... cough, it will definitely take time.
"I remember you said you wanted to take it yourself, right?"
Qiong blinked.
"Yes, so..."
Ruan Mei took out a pair of delicate, snow-white lace gloves and put them on her slender, jade-like hands.
"I am ready."
"Honey, would you like to go to the lab or the room? Either is fine with me."
"Oh, by the way, besides genetic materials, I also want to try fusion."
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Estelle couldn't help but cough twice, interrupting Ruan Mei, who was getting closer and closer to Qiong and almost offering her advice. She forced a smile.
“Ms. Ruan Mei, I think perhaps we could try a different approach…”
At least don't flirt with Qiong in front of me!
I also have to personally explain derivatives to Sora... and we have to merge...
Estella felt a mix of emotions.
Ruan Mei, who was interrupted by Estádio, was not annoyed. She simply turned around and looked at her with a calm gaze.
"why?"
Throughout the entire Black Tower space station, Ruan Mei only cared about Black Tower's opinion; in her eyes, Estád was just a slightly prominent passerby.
"..."
Estella opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.
Thinking back to how she had racked her brains to come up with reasons to spend time alone and go on dates with Qiong, Ruan Mei's direct request for the gene serum was quite surprising.
No!
Even if someone is a genius, how can they be so lacking in martial ethics?
PS:
Volume 1: Chapter 518 Ruan Xingmei
The pink-clad rich girl's pitiful, sorrowful eyes, like those of a classic victim in a novel who has had her love stolen, silently accuse her.
Ruan Mei maintained a calm smile and led him directly to the door on the lower level of the space station that led to her private laboratory.
Qiong could clearly feel the lingering and affectionate gaze of Estella behind him, but Ruan Mei's slender hand, covered by a silk glove, made it impossible for him to break free.
Just as the heaviness in Estelle's heart was about to overflow, a gentle voice filled with deep comfort rang out:
"Estella, this is for you."
Estelle turned her head blankly and subconsciously caught the thing that Hoshisai handed her.
It felt slightly heavy in her hand, and she blinked in confusion.
The vertical grooves surrounding the silver barrel accentuate its slender figure, captivating the viewer's attention like a graceful dancer.
The gray-black spots and rust adorning its graceful body reveal its elegant temperament.
It contains a classical beauty that is difficult for ordinary people to understand.
Estella is an ordinary person; she cannot understand the beauty of a trash can.
"If you feel cold all over and your heart feels empty, then lie down inside!"
Xing placed one hand on her chest, mimicking Qiong's previous affected manner, and spoke in a deeply affectionate and melancholic tone.
"The trash can will warm your body, and so will I."
Then, she gazed tenderly at Estádio and said nothing more.
"Hehehe..."
Faced with this overly hardcore consolation, Estella's lips twitched stiffly, forcing a smile.
No need!
Really!
Estella remembered that Xing, using the authority of the Qiong Breeding Envoy in the simulated universe, forced the swarm to breed a variant specifically designed to rummage through trash cans—the Trash Can Bug.
They claimed it was to help her improve her rummaging efficiency and become the true queen of trash!
During that period, in the simulated universe, any surviving civilization could be found with star-like insects lying inside any trash can if the lid was opened.
The girl was muttering something like "The Batman of the Sinful Realm will eventually become the King of Trash," but Estella couldn't understand a word of it.
"Perhaps you could try dressing up as a trash can?"
Seeing Estella's still gloomy face, Xing suddenly had a flash of inspiration and offered a suggestion based on her extraordinary wisdom.
If it suits your own XP, it will definitely suit Qiongzai's XP.
If not, it means that Qiongzai's XP system has not been updated to the latest version.
"..."
Estella remained silent. Although it wasn't the first time Hoshi had enthusiastically helped her out, this was the only time...
Estelle thought it best to forget about it!
Squeezing out a cute whimper from her throat, Aistar could only watch helplessly as Ruan Mei's elegant and composed figure, along with the gray-haired man she was leading, disappeared into the dim light behind the laboratory door.
"Estella, believe me, 'I' love you!"
To make amends for herself, Xing gave Estella a thumbs-up, indicating that she should keep an eye on me, and then followed her around eagerly.
How could she be absent from something like this?
Estelle was left alone, clutching the trash can that was emitting grime, standing bewildered in the wind in the empty corridor.
Closed compartment.
This is a secret module of the space station, known only to a select few.
It is usually used to receive special visitors who are not humanoid. There is a shuttle bus that connects to outer space. After Black Tower granted Ruan Mei access, it did not inquire about it again.
With graceful steps, Ruan Mei led Qiong and Xing directly into an indoor laboratory where plum blossoms were in full bloom.
"Can I begin?"
Her clear, gentle, and moving voice seemed completely out of place in the current situation.
"Are you that lusting after my body?"
Qiong couldn't help but make a teasing remark.
"Yes, I really want the dear gene serum."
Ruan Mei spoke frankly, as if it were as normal as picking up a lab rat.
"Oh~"
Qiong smiled as he looked at the ethereal and gentle woman before him.
Her jet-black hair, flowing like a waterfall, was tied into an exquisite loop braid with several hairpins. Two strands of hair clung to her delicate cheeks and cascaded down to her full breasts.
"Then let's go."
Qiong relaxed her body and lay back on the specially designed ergonomic chair in the laboratory, her posture exuding a lazy and relaxed ease.
Then, the familiar and pleasant fragrance of plum blossoms wafted over, and a charming beauty, tightly wrapped in a high-slit, backless cheongsam in an ink-wash style, pulled over a round stool and sat down in front of Qiong.
This scene is somewhat similar to a teacher diagnosing a student suffering from heatstroke in the infirmary.
From Qiong's perspective, the beauty's snow-white, slender neck and delicate collarbone lines are clearly visible.
The gold-leaf lace trim on the neckline is already eye-catching, but what's even more striking is the slender waist covered only by delicate, semi-transparent black gauze—the well-proportioned abs are faintly visible in the mysterious sheen, and the small, delicate navel is the finishing touch, exuding a hazy allure under the black gauze.
Ruan Mei has always been straightforward, so Qiong naturally wouldn't be polite to her either.
He raised his hand, his palm naturally covering the smooth black silk fabric of her lower abdomen. His fingertips, with a hint of exploration, gently traced a circle around the area of her eyes, which were half-hidden by the black veil.
"Hmm~"
A soft whisper, like a feather brushing against the heart, escaped from Ruan Mei's slightly pursed lips.
Although the sound was soft, it was heard exceptionally clearly at such a close distance.
Xing, who was craning her neck to watch the commotion from behind, suddenly seemed to have a switch flipped, and stood at attention with renewed vigor—a kind of shared sense that allowed her to also receive that subtle signal.
Ruan Mei showed no trace of shyness on her face; it seemed she was doing it on purpose. Just as she raised her hand to retrace her steps westward, she suddenly remembered something.
“My dearest Xing, you…”