This time, Dr. Primitive finally saw clearly what that was.
Two suns brimming with light shone directly onto his body. Within them was no other intention, just pure curiosity.
The being called Godzilla truly was curious.
"What is this thing? A new species born from the Quantum Sea?"
As the one who knew the Quantum Sea best, this was his territory!
He might not know every species like the back of his hand, but at the very least, he'd fought all the high-level ones.
Only the creature before him, this humanoid lifeform with energy storage far surpassing an average big-tier monster, he had never seen before.
Earlier, Godzilla sensed something from the outside invading the Quantum Sea along the branches of the Imaginary Tree.
It was fast, snap!, and it had rushed straight into the region where countless world-bubbles of the Quantum Sea were piled together.
Godzilla couldn't be bothered to care.
The energy felt messy to him.
Its purity was nowhere near as comfortable as lazing around and napping on the Imaginary Tree.
Usually, Godzilla took a lazy attitude toward such things.
As long as the other party didn't get right in his face, he didn't care.
But the problem was… Mixed within that energy was someone he knew.
The wave that flowed downstream from Silver Wolf's ether-editing successfully caught his attention.
He had always been very confident in his memory.
And then he encountered this peculiar species.
Half its body was quantum-like, like Schrödinger's state; its entire form seemed to be leaping across every quantum original unit.
Godzilla was certain there truly was some connection between them.
Even without scrutinizing it, he could tell that Dr. Primitive's current state was maintaining his rationality while fusing with the Quantum Sea, gaining the "immortality" trait of the Quantum Sea.
But as everyone knows, anything that claims to be immortal nearly always dies because of that very immortality they pride themselves on.
Especially, Godzilla's eyes remained calm.
This guy was connected to the Quantum Sea. Given Godzilla's friendly relationship with the Quantum Sea, this thing was pretty much a little pudding.
But Godzilla wasn't hungry right now, so he didn't plan on touching his reserve rations.
Dr. Primitive knew nothing of Godzilla's internal thoughts, but he did know he was seeing an existence that should never appear in this deep ocean.
"Godzilla!" Dr. Primitive, who had never changed his expression even through countless days and nights of crises, instinctively widened his eyes.
Shock and confusion overflowed from his heart. He was no stranger to Godzilla.
Though he had never seen Godzilla face-to-face, stories of Godzilla's existence had circulated throughout the galaxy.
Emanators were considered the first echelon beneath the Aeons.
But there was actually another tier in between. A tier not known to outsiders.
Only a few who qualified to approach this level were aware of it.
Polka Kakamond, Fourth Seat of the Genius Society, was one of them.
Even the wise Emanators of the Genius Society had suffered defeat at her hands.
Rupert the "Emperor," who ignited the Emperor War, was among them as well!
Though other's involvement had an influence, the results were undeniable.
And the one holding such brilliant achievements, the Fourth Seat, was exactly such an existence of this hidden tier.
In the eyes of those in the know, Godzilla was likely also within this tier.
And even within that tier, he was still a powerful one.
The arrival of several Aeons, under the watch of all sides, brought forth a miracle named Godzilla, becoming the brightest star in the night sky.
There were countless stories about Godzilla. Dr. Primitive had even heard that History Fictionologists tried to write legends about him.
He didn't know what happened afterward; his researcher apes were the ones following that topic.
But regardless of the rumor, Godzilla absolutely should not appear in the Quantum Sea! This place that no one paid attention to before the existence of The Herta!
Dr. Primitive forced his eyes open, trying to see the boundary of Godzilla. Even an ordinary person would realize something was wrong, the Godzilla before him was far too big.
Yet the one on Jarilo-VI was merely the size of a large special creature.
The one before him… he couldn't even see the end.
His gaze drifted downward, and he saw the black wall that had been chasing him earlier.
It was a massive abyss-like fissure stretching across the Quantum Sea, Godzilla's tail.
A giant beast and a single man faced each other.
Neither spoke. The thick, long tail swayed slightly, stirring up waves.
It stared at Dr. Primitive. Then, a certain excellent possibility flashed through Godzilla's mind.
…
The Family.
"…"
"…"
"…I, Oti Alfalfa, just left for one trip and so many things happened?"
The old man felt awful, as if his entire heart was being hammered. The repeated warnings to beware of that vortex replayed vividly in his mind.
By logic, with The Family's strength and being on their home turf, even against weaker Emanators or those not specialized in offense, they should have been able to hold out.
But an over-spec existence like Dr. Primitive, that was a direct strike to the The Family with a heavy blow.
Fortunately, the Alfalfa Family had not taken too much damage.
This was because they were mainly responsible for The Family's economy. Most of their talented members were dispatched elsewhere, so the impact on them was minimal.
But this extended to another problem.
The Alfalfa Family handled The Family's economic matters. In the vast cosmos, economy and fists were inseparable.
And The Family had now suffered a major blow.
"…Continue to conceal the news. As for the outside… have everyone behave themselves for now. We can't let others see our weakness."
Old Alfalfa sighed.
"What about the vortex?" At this point, all they could do was salvage what was left.
"It disappeared afterward. We sent every scholar knowledgeable in this field, but none found anything unusual."
The head of the Nightingale Family said helplessly.
Scholars… yes. He shook his head.
Up until recently, even the entire galaxy wasn't certain whether the Imaginary Tree truly existed.
What could these people, who had nothing to do with the top tier, possibly discover? Too little, too late.
"If it's gone, that's good. At least we, The Family don't have to worry about someone we cannot afford to offend finding out."
The Iris family head sighed softly.
Silence filled the hall.
…
The Herrscher of Sentience, having just completed her "I'll keep my word" achievement, was attending a party.
There are many party fleets sailing through the stars, and if you're lucky enough to run into one, you can experience the most perfect galactic party.
"Dun-tsa da-tsa dun-tsa da-tsa…" The deafening trendy music stood in sharp contrast to the silence of The Family.
In a corner, Screwllum quietly flipped through the documents in his hands, occasionally raising his head to glance at the Herrscher of Sentience passionately DJing.
Hmm, compared to bouncing around in the center of the dance floor, the Herrscher of Sentience seemed far more interested in this job.
As for why she was standing there…
Since she had only recently gone through a major battle, they accepted her request to leave dancing and take on a supporting role.
Most beings in the galaxy are still ordinary people. And the Herrscher of Sentience's abilities are extremely effective on them.
"What are you hiding here for? Don't like the party?"
Just as Screwllum was deep in thought, a fluffy head suddenly leaned over.
The Herrscher of Sentience casually threw aside her DJ duties and leaned right in front of Screwllum, cheerful as ever.
"Noisy or quiet, it usually doesn't matter to me. If necessary, I can just shut off my external information reception module."
Intellitron's are just that convenient.
"Miss Fu Hua is done relaxing?" Screwllum asked.
"Pretty much. I was just curious about this place, that's all. Now I've played enough."
When she worked as a Valkyrie for Schicksal, Fu Hua often travelled the world performing missions.
[T/N: This is still the Herrscher of Sentience thinking she is Fu Hua.]
But most of her missions involved important figures or large-scale Honkai disasters.
So she hardly had any memories of places like this.
And even if she did, they'd be from the Previous Era, who knows how outdated by now.
Barely a moment passed before the Herrscher of Sentience couldn't resist complaining about the previous debriefing with The IPC.
"Those guys stick to us like taffy. If I wasn't sure their hearing works fine, I'd have already helped fix their ears."
By the end, The IPC representatives who arrived on-site were already a step late. They couldn't afford to miss the chance to understand the situation completely.
Among them, the Herrscher of Sentience's performance stood out especially.
They had considered looking for some one else, but hearing about her last punch, so the Herrscher of Sentience became their main focus.
There were no disgusting antics, but their persistence alone was enough to give her a headache…
…
In the end, it was Screwllum who stepped in and stopped the farce.
But there was one thing she was quite satisfied with: The IPC would arrange a public relations campaign for this crisis.
And as the great hero of this incident, she would receive exposure and recognition from the IPC.
That was simply amazing!
The name of the Celestial Immortal would resound across the universe!
Sensing the Herrscher of Sentience's delight, Screwllum quietly fell silent.
Yes… based on his understanding of her, she was like a child who was born with self-awareness, but still pure, like a blank sheet of paper.
Children act in unpredictable ways.
As long as there's a responsible adult behind them to clean up afterward, it's fine.
As the older one traveling with her across the galaxy, he naturally took up that responsibility.
Judging by the subject he was currently researching, [human nature], her behavior should be close to that of an ordinary person.
Before Screwllum could continue thinking about his earlier conversation with Herta, a burst of sparkling light suddenly shone upon his steel body.
He looked up, only to see the Herrscher of Sentience's eyes shining with excitement.
"So, where are we going next?"
"…?" Screwllum was just about to answer when rhythmic clicking suddenly came from behind them.
High-heeled sandals tapping against the spotless floor, unnoticeable in the noisy party.
But in Screwllum's ears, they felt as if they were right beside him.
He tilted his head slightly to look at the newcomer.
Her whole presence was cold like a snake, yet brimming with… vitality.
Before Screwllum could speak, the Herrscher of Sentience shouted first:
"Mobius!?"
…..
The movements within the universe and the Quantum Sea had little to do with the Honkai effected world.
Even after multiple great catastrophes, the world still radiated resilient life.
Just like how it withstood everything and preserved its legacy fifty thousand years ago.
"Uuuhhh, Squad Leader, I really can't do this ~~~"
"Kiana, this is far from your limit. Based on your intellect, all of this should be easily understandable. There is only one problem!"
"Every time you attend class, you absentmindedly zone out. That is absolutely unacceptable. For your specific condition, I have already prepared an operation plan."
Pushing up her non-existent glasses, Fu Hua signaled Book of Fuxi to present the sprint plan she had prepared in advance.
It was a uniquely designed scroll and its contents were truly moving.
"Waking up at seven in the morning is way too much! We're on vacation!!!"
The very first line made Kiana's vision go dark, she nearly fainted onto Mei's lap.
"If you can sleep at eleven, given your sleep quality, this is perfectly manageable."
Before Kiana could protest with the modern spirit of "sleeping at 2 a.m. is normal," Fu Hua's pen tip swivelled sharply, now aiming at Bronya, who was currently gaming with Seele.
!!!
A sudden chill ran down Bronya's spine.
"Especially you and Bronya playing games past midnight. Even at 3 a.m., I could see the light from your room."
The moment Fu Hua said it, Mei's expressions shifted.
"Kiana~~ Bronya~~"
As the saying goes, sometimes you don't need a weapon, just someone who can control the kitchen.
Just like in any normal loving household, no one dares rebel against the one who cooks.
Seeing the two being scolded, Fu Hua nodded with satisfaction.
Ever since she grew accustomed to being a feather, no living as a spirit in the Fenghuang Down's feather, Fu Hua had frequently carried out surprise inspections on the two most troublesome residents of the entire dorm.
Grades aside, playing games at 3 a.m. was an absolute bad habit, Fu Hua would never tolerate it!
Being reprimanded by Mei (and threatened with reduced fried chicken for dinner), Kiana caught a glimpse of Fu Hua's expression and instinctively pouted.
"Geez… Squad Leader is totally cheating. Who goes around checking on people in the middle of the night?"
Mei's voice was soft, but for Kiana it was far louder than thunder.
"Kiana~~ what did you just say?"
"Guh! N-nothing!"