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Yun Yi gestured to the ball of light between her blades, which possessed both speed and power, saying, "If we really continue fighting, you won't be satisfied."

Unless Lappland is willing to revert to her previous simple, straightforward hack-and-slash style after using her new abilities.

Although this mutual cutting wasn't so simple—Yun Yi glanced around. The sandy ground was full of potholes, and every now and then she could see huge cracks left in the area, some of which she had cut out, and some of which Lappland had carved out.

Lappland could see the anomaly in Yun Yi's progress speed before and after, but she didn't know the reason.

When Yun Yi said that, she interpreted it as a special function with limitations in the system, and couldn't help but frown, which was rare for her. "When can we continue?"

"It probably won't work for a while...." Yun Yi touched the corner of his lips.

She couldn't sort out the matter of licking Lappland and being kissed before, and needed to think about it herself. Until then, she could only obtain points by exchanging resources from her two contract partners.

That would slow down the efficiency of earning points; it would take at least a few hours, right?

Yun Yi shook his head, dismissing these guesses, and plopped down on the ground. "Most importantly—I'm tired!!"

She's died so many times!

As the one wielding the knife, doesn't Lappland understand?

If Yun Yi hadn't inexplicably fallen into a trance under the system's training grounds and been repeatedly tortured, she would have already snapped at Lappland—she was so frustrated and resentful!

"Next time, next time I'll definitely find a place outside to fight you." Yun Yi declared defiantly, holding back his anger. "You're definitely hiding a lot more! Fighting you with a mecha isn't bullying you at all!"

That ball of light was no different from a laser; she really shouldn't have used her past life's perspective to judge these Terra Supermen.

Lappland, realizing that Yun Yi truly didn't want to fight anymore, suppressed her surging offensive urges, sheathed her twin swords, dismounted from her fighting stance, and revealed a mocking smile, "Hehe, guess what~"

Does this mean "yes"?

Yun Yi's eyes were lifeless. So, the reason she was able to hurt Lappland after fighting for so long was because the opponent hadn't used her full strength yet.

This is a real-life version of "no matter how hard you try, you can't win"—it's not funny at all.

"Don't be discouraged, you're a qualified punching bag~" Lappland smiled and squatted down to get closer, her fingertips tracing the blue breathing light on Yun Yi's shoulder armor that flickered with the rise and fall of his body.

Volume Two: Fireworks at Longmen: Chapter Ninety-Six: Swire: I'm really not surprised at all (-_-||)

“I don’t want to be your punching bag at all…” Yun Yi removed his armor, leaving Lappland’s men with nothing to do, and poked at Yun Yi’s trench coat on his shoulder.

Er Yin Shan Qi Cu Lu san Er Lapland took the opportunity to tap Yun Yi through his clothes, "That's not up to you, be good~"

"..." Yun Yi was speechless. "So you're being so obedient, yet you look down on me, huh?"

"Isn't it obvious~" Lappland smiled and poked Yun Yi's soft cheek. "Try to fight back! If you succeed, you can tear me to pieces and swallow me whole, skin and all. That would be so satisfying, wouldn't it?"

What kind of hellish way to vent anger is this?

Yun Yi squinted and retorted, "I already threw up before I could feel better, and now you've made me angry again. Do you expect me to keep eating you to feel better?"

When you're angry, you eat; when you eat, you vomit; when you vomit, you get angry again, and then you eat again... a bloody cycle.

Wow, I can't even accept it just thinking about it.

"Instead of talking about whether or not to swallow it, let's talk about the battle we just fought," Yun Yi decisively steered the conversation.

Lapland gave a listless "hmm".

She wasn't interested in reviewing past battles, but listening and talking about them would be fine, as it would help Yun Yi make her more enjoyable next time.

"How come you weren't controlled by my skill just now?" Yun Yi directly asked the question that concerned her the most.

In the bar lobby, the Child Collector talent should have kept Lappland under constant control for at least several tens of seconds, but just now, she was able to move again in only one second.

Is it because the final judgment was that last time the randomized result was "recognizing the mother", while this time it was "rage"?

That's not right either. Last time, there was a gap before the judgment was successful.

Yunyi explained his doubts one by one, and Lappland briefly explained, "If I give up resisting, your ability will produce results immediately. Randomly getting 'rage' will only affect my emotions."

The reason she spent so much time in the lobby earlier was because she was constantly resisting that strange judgment force. Since that's the case, not resisting would naturally shorten the time.

"I see." Yun Yi scratched his head and nodded.

Suddenly, a deafening announcement came from outside the sand table: "The scheduled time has arrived! The scheduled time has arrived!"

The excessive and shrill sound made Lappland stand up, her wolf ears twitching uncomfortably. "Tsk, noisy thing."

"What time?" Yun Yi looked blank. She could tell that this was the alarm clock she had set with her mecha.

But why did she set it up that way?

I can't remember—I should have added the event to the prompts when I set it up.

Completely confused and unable to figure out his original purpose, Yun Yi decided to give up thinking and apologized to Lappland, who had been disturbed, "Sorry, sorry, I think I have something to do. Can you wait for me for a moment?"

“Wait for you? Ha, just send me back.” Lappland rejected Yun Yi’s suggestion.

She was hungry after playing for so long, since she hadn't eaten anything last night or this morning.

Instead of waiting idly for a boring symposium, it's better to go back and have a piece of meat.

Yun Yi nodded. "That works too."

As she spoke, she raised her hand and, as Lappland had instructed, escorted him back to the lobby, while also pulling Swire inside.

The figure before Yun Yi vanished under her will, only to coalesce again.

One second Swire was discussing the details of another commission with the Emperor, and the next second he saw a figure and a desolate desert.

Her tiger tail instantly bristled into a ball of fur, and she raised the wine glass in her hand to swing it, only stopping when she saw that it was Yun Yi.

Swire quickly calmed down and glanced around. "What did you call me here for?"

Yun Yi scratched his face, embarrassed, and said, "The alarm clock on the Nirvana just went off, but I forgot why I ordered it."

How could you forget that?

"..." Swire took a deep breath, put down his wine glass, and gently stroked his ruffled tail.

As she smoothed the soothing surface, she spoke in a calm and gentle tone, offering earnest advice: "Think carefully about what you've been through so far. Which of these things makes you need to set an alarm?"

Need to set an alarm?

Yun Yi's mind went blank. Nothing?

She tilted her head and looked back at me in confusion, "I can't remember."

Swire pressed her forehead, her tiger ears drooping. "Your brain's even more rusty after just one hour—you didn't really spend the whole hour fighting with Miss Lappland, did you?"

"Mmm-hmm." Yun Yi nodded repeatedly, looking like he was about to cry. "My brain just wouldn't work. When I was fighting Lappland, my brain was about to explode!"

She had to figure out how to improve her swordsmanship, how to better utilize her skills, and also how Lappland, who had vanished without a trace, might suddenly appear from some hidden corner and strike her down...

—She had thought more in both of her lives than in this battle combined; it was utter torture.

"...You've worked hard." Swire's eyes showed pity. As a tactical master, she naturally understood the mental strain required in high-intensity combat.

She touched Yunyi's head, which seemed to have crashed and was burning hot, and mercifully gave the answer directly: "It's to distribute paper and pens to the victims in prison to verify their origins and wishes."

"You were the one who said you were afraid you wouldn't remember how to set this alarm clock."

Yun Yi rubbed his face. This was so embarrassing! He had completely forgotten.

“Well, don’t worry about it. At least, at least,” Swire withdrew her hand and twitched her ears, “at least you were quite farsighted.”

"It would have been better if we hadn't had anything at all," Yun Yi said dejectedly.

"Ahem, anyway, I've just gotten in—this is the Nirvana, right?"

Swire looked up at the desert sky, a familiar white expanse. Her gaze then shifted downwards to a golden desert, marked by clear signs of a battle. "You created this desert so you could fight Miss Lappland without restraint?"

Yun Yi affirmed from the side, "Yes, but we shouldn't count as fighting."

There's no such thing as a fight that keeps killing people; although it's her own fault.

"I've set up an anchor point here, and the fight has escalated into a full-blown massacre."

"'Fighting'..." Swire skipped over the topic; it wasn't a pleasant memory no matter how you looked at it.

Her attention fell on the anchor points. "Can anchor points be used inside the Nirvana?"

How come she remembered that the information Yun Yi sent her said that pocket anchor points could not be used in the driving space?

"I thought it wouldn't work, but it did after I tried it." Yun Yi glanced away guiltily, then turned back to reassure him, "Don't worry, I won't add my own conjectures to the intelligence next time."

“I’m not at all at ease.” Swire glared at her with her bright green eyes. “Why not add it? Your conjecture and the source of your conjecture can both be added to the intelligence.”

How can you dismiss information that she might not know but could be useful?

"Next time, if you separate your own intelligence from the information provided by the system, it won't affect the overall accuracy of the intelligence."

"Oh..." Yun Yi's head ached.

She rubbed her throbbing temples, looking at the system panel in front of her with a troubled expression.

Volume 2: Fireworks at Lungmen: Chapter 97 Texas: All is well, over.

The system's jumbled information was somewhat related to the Riddler, which is why she always mixed in some of her own ideas to avoid making it difficult for Swire to understand, since much of it wasn't native to Terra.

She could ask the system directly, but she couldn't come up with any good questions herself, so she might as well figure it out herself or pass it on to Swire.

—If only Swire could communicate with the system herself, she wouldn't have to be caught in the middle and go through all that trouble.

Shi Huaiya was unaware that Yun Yi was thinking about how to slack off.

Seeing that Yun Yi agreed, she continued, "Just remember that. Let's get back to the victim's matter—I just spoke with Mr. Emperor outside."

"It is willing to use its personal connections to help victims who want to leave or go home, and its supplies can be guaranteed for the victims in the short term."

“And you must ensure that there is no bloodshed among the victims.” Swire tapped the top of Yun Yi’s head, where her hair was sticking up in the wind. She was sitting cross-legged on the ground.

Yun Yi subconsciously reached out to grasp the tiger-striped tail. The moment her fingertips touched the furry texture, the tail flicked nimbly and slipped through her fingers like liquid.

Yun Yi withdrew his hand and stared at his palm, which still had a lingering tingling sensation from the fuzzy texture, for a while before nodding and promising, "I will keep an eye on them, and lock them up if there is any conflict."

"Hmm..." Isn't this a bit too rough?

However, it is a good and effective method to resolve the initial conflicts.

Shi Huaiya nodded. "This method is feasible. At the same time, you can also have those three temporary workers assist you in maintaining order."

"I can't be sure how long Governor Wei will keep looking for you. We need to make a plan based on how long it will take for you to grow up to be able to flip a table. My estimate is at least half a month."

Swire extended her fair index and middle fingers in turn. "You can spend some time watching over it for a day or two, but ten days or half a month... is not appropriate."

“I understand. I have other things to do, and I can’t devote all my energy to other people, even if we’re the ones who rescued them.” Yun Yi nodded understandingly.

Every time I speak to Swire, she turns into a nodding machine, agreeing to whatever it is.

However, Yun Yi also had his own doubts.

She looked up at Swire, whose eyes were filled with relief, and met her gaze before voicing her confusion: "Did the Emperor really take full responsibility for the victims' affairs?"

That's the food, clothing, and transportation for hundreds of people; it must have consumed so many resources!

"You and I are willing to take care of these victims because we rescued them, so we have to be responsible for them to the end, right?"

"And what was the Emperor's reason? Was it purely out of kindness? Or, like you, was he simply very empathetic?"

When Yun Yi asked these questions, his eyes were filled with pure incomprehension and curiosity, without any hint of doubt.

Therefore, Swire only briefly mentioned that it was a collaboration between "my company, Mr. Emperor, who provided the funding and Mr. Emperor's labor; it didn't handle everything."

“However, I suspect that Mr. Emperor agreed to such trivial matters that are outside the scope of Penguin Logistics’ business is due to empathy.” Swire paused for a moment, recalling the scene from just now.

The lobby of the bar.

The disappearance of Yunyi and Lappland was expected by the two people and the penguin present.

Even though Yun Yi's timing in taking his people away was unexpectedly decisive, the three of them accepted it well.

Among them, the Emperor, who was somewhat of a show-off, was the most composed, and from beginning to end, he never stopped trying to get himself drunk.

The other two were stunned for a moment before regaining their composure.

Having calmed down, Swire sat down next to the Emperor. Across from her, Texas wiped the drops of wine from her fingertips, looked up, and asked, "What would you like to drink?"

Swire glanced briefly at the base spirits in the bartending area. "New Moon Tide, and some fruit too."

Speaking of fruit, she recalls the sweet aroma of sunset fruit after it's been crushed between her lips and teeth.