The time since Vera's birth was still too short. Her power was strong enough, but her soul was weak and full of holes.
According to the system's assessment, to undo Vera's state of mind control, there were possibly only two ways, either kill Kafka, or use the power of the God-Slaying Spear to forcibly disperse all negative effects.
This sudden intrusion of a powerful enemy into the beginner's village was the result of a system error.
As compensation, the system would provide a one-time opportunity, Emiya could exchange magic crystals for mission points, and the companion weapon exchanged this way would receive special reinforcement.
In addition, the system would also open a one-time space-jump with coordinates. But since Vera's consciousness was clouded, the jump could only be precise to the level of a planet.
Over more than a year, Emiya had worked tirelessly on missions, but had only managed to save up 5500 magic crystals and mission points.
After exchanging for the God-Slaying Spear, he would have only 1000 magic crystals left for survival.
That amount of magic wasn't enough to activate the system-strengthened Unlimited Blade Works. Even for the Sword of Promised Victory, he would only be able to swing it a few times.
His opponent was a Stellaron Hunter, one who roamed across the universe.
Emiya estimated that his only chance was to take advantage of the enemy's ignorance of the Sword of Promised Victory's true power, carefully plan a moment of carelessness, and maybe then he could kill a few of them with a sneak attack. But even so, Emiya himself would be doomed.
Now that Acheron's whereabouts were unknown, if Emiya died, it would mean total defeat. Vera, such an existence, would definitely be taken as an experimental subject and suffer eternal torment in a laboratory.
"System, they wouldn't kill Vera, right?"
After thinking it through, Emiya still wanted to play it safe. He considered staying on Blue Planet, grinding missions like mad to save more magic, and then personally rescue Vera when he had enough. That way, there would be no risk of failure.
[...]
The system uncharacteristically fell silent for a long time before speaking again,
[Detected that the enemy has the ability to steal heavenly secrets. Cannot guarantee they won't choose to destroy Vera.]
"Ahh, Acheron, Acheron, why did you vanish right at the critical moment!"
With a heavy sigh, Emiya finally chose to risk everything. His Vera absolutely could not be harmed.
[God-Slaying Spear completed. Additional ability gained: Infinite Growth. Initiating space-jump now.]
This was a dried-up, desolate world. As far as the eye could see, all was dark brown sand, with craters, mountains, and canyons of all sizes. Not a trace of living beings.
Kafka's space warship was over 300 meters long, more than 100 meters wide, its hull painted in blinding silver-white lacquer. It sat carelessly on the highest peak of Yellow Star, sticking out like a sore thumb.
Within a hundred kilometers around the ship, all kinds of aircraft were stationed, all piloted tirelessly by robots.
Emiya hid inside a hole in the ground, watching for a whole day. Not once did he see them fly back to the warship to resupply. Most likely, their power source was nuclear.
"Sigh, keep digging then!"
Wiping sweat from his face, Emiya crawled back into the mountain hole. Holding the Sword of Promised Victory, he labored away with grunt after grunt.
The blade of the Sword of Promised Victory, usually shining bright, was now not only dull and dim, but faint wisps of black killing aura seeped out, as if protesting its unworthy master's reckless abuse.
After two days and two nights of nonstop work, Emiya finally dug his way straight through the mountainside to the warship's foundation.
Feeling the joyful tremor pulsing from the God-Slaying Spear, Emiya's tense face couldn't help but break into a smile.
"Ugh…"
The moment he relaxed, Emiya's head sank, stars burst before his eyes, and he unconsciously groaned, nearly fainting then and there. At the last second, he bit down hard on his tongue, forcing his mind awake.
Sliding down against the wall, he sat on the ground, using the taste of blood to moisten his parched lips. His eyes brimmed with bitterness.
He had left in too much of a rush this time. Not only had he brought no food, he hadn't even brought water. This made his already frail combat strength even weaker.
"No… I can't. Vera is still waiting for me!"
Rubbing his face hard for a while, Emiya gritted his teeth and stood. He reapplied low-temperature magic, light-body magic, and silence magic on himself.
Then he raised the Sword of Promised Victory, cut open a hole in the bottom of the warship, and slipped inside.
Emiya's plan was to find Kafka first. Back on Blue Planet, he had once come into close contact with this woman.
Her body's defenses weren't strong. If caught unprepared, there was still a high chance of killing her.
After successfully capturing Vera on Blue Planet, Kafka fell into a kind of joy of having narrowly survived disaster.
Not only did she, for once, personally host her fellow Hunters who had rushed in from all sides to help, she also forcibly dragged Silver Wolf to play all kinds of arcade games with her for an entire day.
Not until she was completely drained of energy did she finally hum a little tune and return to her room.
Kafka's room was extremely simple, less than thirty square meters, with only a bed, a bookshelf, and a desk.
But this wasn't because she was thrifty. It was because she had converted the other hundred square meters entirely into a dressing room.
The huge dressing room had only a small section for everyday clothes, dresses, high heels, and stockings. The vast majority of the space was filled with rows upon rows of coats.
"Haha, my darlings, I'm back again!"
Unable to wait, Kafka flung open the dressing room door. She quickly stripped off her outer clothes, bouncing toward the coats she had brought back from Blue Planet, her snow-white curves swaying as she went.
"Tsk tsk, this texture, these flowing lines, this…"
"I say, Kafka, at your age, instead of finding a man, why are you always naked, prancing around in piles of coats, what the hell is that about?!"
A girl's holographic projection suddenly appeared inside the dressing room.
The girl's face was exquisitely beautiful, her eyes large and lively. Her thick, silvery-gray hair was tied into a long ponytail reaching her waist. She looked cheerful and adorable.
This girl's name was Silver Wolf. She was not only a famous hacker across the universe but also a notorious member of the Stellaron Hunters. Kafka's ability to teleport entirely came from Silver Wolf's "Aether Editing" ability.
Kafka was long used to Silver Wolf barging in. Her mood was completely unaffected by Silver Wolf's words, and she continued happily trying on coats in front of the mirror.
"Stop right there! Are we going to talk business or not?!"
Silver Wolf was a bit frantic. She was drowning in work on Punklorde, while a certain field agent here was living it up.
"Oh, just say it."
Kafka casually fastened a few buttons on a coat and plopped onto the sofa without a care.
"You... you... you, you better put your clothes on properly!"
Even after seeing it countless times, Silver Wolf still couldn't help blushing whenever her eyes accidentally landed on Kafka. Flustered and annoyed, she covered her nose as a certain warm liquid threatened to gush out.
"What's there to be afraid of? There isn't a part of me you haven't seen before."
As Kafka said this, she teasingly lifted the hem of her coat and blew a kiss toward Silver Wolf.
"You're beyond saving, you damn woman!"
Silver Wolf stomped her foot in exasperation, and her holographic projection vanished instantly.
"Heh heh, even when she's angry, she is so cute!"
With a mischievous grin, Kafka's expression then quickly faded. This mission had nearly drained three years of her spirit. She desperately needed to rest, and for at least the next three years, she wanted no more work.
"Anyway, my task is finished. Don't think about dragging me into anything else!"
Sticking out her tongue at the empty air, Kafka took off her coat and stepped into the bathroom.
Up above the ceiling, Emiya quietly watched Kafka's figure enter the bathroom. Hearing the sound of rushing water, he wiped the fresh nosebleed from his face and silently jumped down.
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