Chapter 136
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Chapter 136: Dare to Bully My Paper Young Lady!? Do You Think I’m Fake!?
No matter how many years later, Loseta could still recall that afternoon when she witnessed the God’s War.
“No, this shouldn’t be called a God’s War; it should be called… predation.”
She had been saying this phrase ever since she was swept into the sea.
She still clearly remembered when she and her mechs were spotted by the furious Chaos Demon God, and it was the towering figure of the Giant God that saved her.
Like a mountain, that huge body kept crashing against the earth, making a terrible rumble.
Even the Divine Body of the Chaos Demon God seemed tiny in front of Him.
He gave off a "sacred" glow, a light that seemed to blind the eyes of the Chaos Demon God, messing with his mind, making him forget everything and charge into the Giant God’s huge mouth.
No Chaos Demon God could stand against the Giant God.
The shell that mortals had fought hard to break was as weak as a peanut shell in the sacred giant’s mouth; all the Chaos Demon Gods were cut in half with one strike.
The biggest Chaos Demon God was shoved into the water by the Giant God.
There, in the Giant God’s home turf, only brutal slaughter awaited him.
But, Loseta sadly missed the chance to watch the Giant God fight; when the Giant God hit the water, the tsunami swept her into the sea.
Luckily, her body had been changed by "divine blood" and was fully guarded by her “climbing construct,” which seemed a bit "self-aware," so she survived the crushing pressure of hundreds of meters of water.
After being swept into the sea and losing consciousness, just before she passed out, she managed to say…
“Great is the Giant God!”
The coma was long, but not dull.
While unconscious, Loseta had no sense of time; even after drifting in the sea for a week, when she woke, it felt like she had only been out for a second.
At first, Loseta tried to gather her thoughts, wondering how long she had been out, where she was, and what had happened in Valaharl.
But sadly, those thoughts soon vanished.
“Hmm… Ha…”
Her breathing suddenly sped up, and her full legs twisted in the water.
“Ah… um…”
Somehow, a very “shameful” sound came from her throat.
It was an old human feeling that the Valaharl people had long forgotten; it was the "first sign" before the "ancient way to make babies." The Valaharl people, always on the edge of life and death, had given up all that for better ways.
But Loseta and the others forgot that deep-rooted instincts can be held back or locked away, but never wiped out.
And once that lock was broken by a stronger, higher power, the backlash hit like wild waves from their core.
The purer and colder you are, the fiercer it gets when the gate opens; that’s how it works.
So…
Loseta didn’t just feel embarrassed; she felt totally embarrassed.
“Still… there’s… um… no one else around.”
“Well, that’s fine then!”
As the surging energy coursed through her body, she felt every cell trembling, shuddering, and delighting under its impact.
Finally, Ms. Loseta shed all restraint expected of Valaharl people.
She surrendered to the force’s wild rampage through her veins and its transformative caress within her inner crevices.
Pleasure surged to her lips, erupting as ecstatic cries and unrestrained screams.
Every shameful, even vulgar word she’d never dared imagine now poured forth in those shrieks.
A dance of craving and abandon had begun, unfolding relentlessly!
Amidst this ecstatic trembling, Loseta’s body underwent continuous "modification" by the flooding divine power. Simultaneously, the white mechs cradling and protecting her began transforming!
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“Ah… Ah…”
Trilobite awoke from slumber, opened his Big Mouth in a yawn.
He’d "brought back" another beautiful sister.
“Not bad, not bad.”
“This time it’s a well-built lady with snow-white hair.”
“By the way, the customer service here is called Valaharl, right?”
“Service is truly excellent.”
“Purchases even include bonus ‘paper young ladies’.”
“Unlike Themis—had to pay for her outright.”
But past experience taught him this alone wasn’t enough.
“Hmm… best get her a whole new body. Only then can she officially become my symbiotic creature, letting me see her whenever I please.”
“Mmm…”
“And fiddle with her.”
Trilobite eyed the avatars of his two "symbiotic creature" sisters in the status bar.
One golden-haired, one flame-haired.
He recalled idly poking and touching these ladies; different spots yielded different reactions.
Best of all—tactile feedback existed!
Only one drawback…
“Ah, paper young ladies stay paper young ladies.”
“Can’t hold conversations.”
“They seem pained whenever I speak.”
“Overloading their processing centers with verbal data?”
“Your thoughts, Miss Valaharl?”
【Ah?】
Suddenly called upon, the Valaharl "customer service lady" seemed a bit dazed, but she snapped back quickly.
“Uh…”
“What you said makes sense.”
“That’s a good way to put it.”
“I see.”
“Must be a flaw in the algorithm.”
“Seriously, you should hire a new programmer.”
“But let’s drop it for now.”
“I’ve got real work to do.”
…
Trilobite shook himself as he swam through the sea.
“Time to get her a ‘body,’ so she can stand for a ‘species’ as a ‘species lady,’ and then join me as a symbiotic creature.”
“Hmm…”
“Luckily, bodies aren’t hard to come by.”
“Just…”
He slowly peeked out of the cave and spotted a white “little bug” bobbing in the water before him.
“You’ll do!”
“But I never thought I’d see such an ‘evolved’ critter in this weird world.”
“If this is really the Devonian or Carboniferous period…”
“Or even the Permian, I could write a paper for ‘Nature’!”
“So…”
“You used the special skill ‘Dance of Fungi and Archaea’ on the target, using up 500 magic points.”
“You picked a ‘Devoted One’ as the ‘core’ for the ‘symbiotic creature.’”
“Symbiosis done.”
“You caught ‘Symbiotic Creature No. 3.’ Check its status in the bar.”
“Hmm…”
“Ah!?”
Trilobite jumped.
Not because of issues with “Symbiotic Creature No. 3” or the “white-haired sister.”
But…
“Oh no!”
“My blonde young lady!”
“My red-haired young lady!”
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“What’s wrong with you!?”
Trilobite was shocked to find the ‘cores’ of Symbiotic Creature No. 1 and No. 2, those “paper young ladies,” in terrible shape.
They looked caught in a “fight.”
And it was bad.
On their avatars, the “blonde young lady” grit her silver teeth, seeming to rage “scream,” while the “red-haired young lady” fared worse.
Her Double Eyes were shut tight, her brow twisted in pain, and a streak of blood even trickled from her lip!?
“Did some vicious predator attack them!?”
“Got to help!”
“Seems I’ve still got 6000 Chaos Energy left.”
“That’s not enough for me to do much.”
“Just scraps, really.”
“But for the two paper young ladies…”
Trilobite didn’t wait.
“Spend! Spend it all!”
“Damn it, how dare you mess with my paper young ladies!”
“Think I’m not serious?!”
