In the outer reaches of Colonial Planet's territory, a shuttle was traversing the depths of space with two individuals onboard, Feng Yi and Roland. During this lonely journey that spanned the star-filled expanse, both fell into a silence that was nothing short of prolonged...

Time rewinds two hours earlier.

As evening fell on a vast snowy night, Roland tracked down Feng Yi in a small tavern and sat across from him without an explanation, scrutinizing him closely, "You are Feng Yi."

"Who are you?"

"Roland, let's say an old friend of yours."

"I don't recall having a friend like you."

"Indeed, at least in this world, it's possible that you and I are strangers."

"I don't understand what you're saying. How did you confirm my identity?"

"It wasn't difficult. You wouldn't give a trivial person who caught a mere glance from you a second thought, right?" Roland's gaze seemed to drift into memory, which suddenly made Feng Yi remember the moment at Lasso's grave where he briefly focused his energy on a spacecraft in the void.

"What do you want from me?"

"I want to ask for your help."

"I won't help anyone, nor do I need help from anyone, that's that. You can leave now."

"Uh, at least let me finish what I'm saying. It won't take too much of your time."

"Don't bother me again." The calm in Feng Yi's voice was imbued with undeniable pressure.

Roland wanted to say something more but then silently lowered his head, a hint of melancholy flashing in his beautiful eyes.

Indeed, she could see that Feng Yi was a decisive person, such that he wouldn't waste more time listening to stories. As an existence that stood atop the pinnacle of this world, he indeed had no reason to pay attention to the problems of ordinary people; this was the difference between an ant and an apex beast.

Of course, this Feng Yi also had some differences from the one she knew, although their personalities were quite similar, the environments they grew up in could shape two completely different characters.

She didn't even doubt that if she kept persisting, the Feng Yi of the next second might choose to act directly.

This... the difference wasn't small at all, "Alright, I'll wait for you outside."

Roland got up and left the tavern. She stood outside for an hour in the piercingly cold winter night wind without feeling discomfort. However, what she never expected was that Feng Yi, after finishing his drink, would actually slip out the back door?

Luckily it was her; anyone else wouldn't have been able to detect him, but even so, he almost got away, forcing Roland to tag a question mark to his chilly exterior?

Alright then, Feng Yi, let me unveil your disguise.

With a few leaps and bounds, Roland quickly caught up to Feng Yi, her appearance clearly also surprising him. This world's Feng Yi clearly hadn't expected the woman he spoke with earlier to have such impressive agility.

"Now, can I finish what I want to say, right? It won't take too much of your time."

"Speak." Out of respect for her waiting, this time Feng Yi didn't reject her outright, deciding to listen to what she wanted to say.

Roland spoke, "To some extent, you can say that I am also an old friend of yours."

"Old friend...?" Feng Yi, chewing on the term, seemed to become somewhat interested, "My circle is very small, I don't remember having a friend like you."

"You are right. At least, in my world, there was a person just like you, identical in every characteristic, his name was also Feng Yi. The Feng Yi that I knew is no longer in this world—of course, you might have many suspicions about my words, thinking that there might be some messy conspiracies. To clarify this, you can take a look at this."

While speaking, with a press on her wrist device, Feng Yi actually saw Lasso's lifelike face projected on the light screen, as if peacefully sleeping.

But only Feng Yi knew that Lasso had been dead for more than a dozen years and his body couldn't possibly be preserved so intact. In this lawless age, the survival of every individual was in question, let alone spending a high price to preserve a corpse. However, this wasn't enough to convince Feng Yi. Instead, Feng Yi's first reaction to such an image was anger—she dared to fool him with a synthetic image, such a low-level tactic, it was either stupid or ignorant.

But Roland's words were not yet finished, "Our world's Lasso isn't dead. His body suffers from a terminal illness called WBC Blood Syndrome. He's in cryostasis, and at least his brain cells haven't completely died. When Feng Yi was young, he gave him a rather good secret book of moves, am I wrong?"

Feng Yi's usually squinted eyes finally widened—this incident seemed to be known only to him apart from Lasso. But he was not sure whether Lasso had ever mentioned it to anyone; after all, during his childhood, Lasso was always on the move.

Yet, Roland's next statement stirred even greater waves in Feng Yi's calm heart because she spoke of Eggy. As artificial intelligence, Lasso had revealed to him the secret, and in this world, no third person knew about Eggy.

After an event many years ago, Eggy had fallen into dormancy following that battle—could also be said to have been damaged. However, this person in front of him seemed to know even the origin of Eggy, she even mentioned the approximate timeline when Lasso gave Eggy to Feng Yi.

Though the evolution of the two worlds might be somewhat different, but as a hermit guiding the young, one could approximately guess the direction—at almost the moment when Feng Yi reached adulthood, he was told the activation password for Eggy. It wasn't until Roland had finished detailing this and added many other things she learned indirectly that Feng Yi finally let go of his suspicion towards Roland. At least the matters of the storm battle stance and Eggy should be known by no one else in the world. At least, now, he was beginning to consider Roland's words and even trying to trust them.

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