Chapter 133 Chapter 133 Sakura
Chapter 133 Sakura
Terminal Coordinator 0018—Adam!
One of the main intelligences that constructed the underlying logic of the Stigmata Project, a creation sealed away since the project's inception.
In a universal sense, unlike Prometheus, it does not possess its own growth potential or emotional modules; it only faithfully executes the commands of authorized Pioneers.
Or rather, having recorded part of the data from the Previous Era and gathered the dreams of all humanity, at the moment the Stigmata Project was completed, it became the belated eternity, an insurmountable chasm beyond common sense.
It was also Kevin's greatest aid in bearing the Finality. However, when the "Stigmata" failed, [Spiritual Adam] ultimately collapsed due to human dreams, but its underlying logic was preserved by him back then.
Until today, it is used by the new generation to manage Stigmata, record history, and serve as a contingency plan...
This is its origin. And as the first Terran qualified to face it directly—the Bloodfiend Lord, not bad.
"Teacher?"
"If you are referring to Sir Kevin, then I am not him. I have merely temporarily borrowed his appearance. If you wish..."
The steady, calm voice gradually transformed into a gentle female tone. The features of "Kevin" on Adam's body gradually faded away, replaced by a golden-haired woman dressed in holy nun's attire.
"I can also assume other forms."
"Her" expression was gentle, yet her eyes remained as calm as a deep, still lake.
"No, that's fine."
FrostNova stared blankly at this miraculous transformation. Well, she knew that her teacher had left a backdoor within her.
But she hadn't expected it to manifest in this way.
"You are not him."
The Bloodfiend Lord had recovered from his initial shock and fear because he did not sense that familiar suffocating feeling, that pressure as deep and vast as an abyss!
Especially when the other's appearance changed, his pupils turned cold. Suppressing the anger in his heart, he realized he had been fooled.
Apart from the initial self-introduction, [Adam] had no interest in continuing to answer the Bloodfiend Lord's questions.
Ultimately, its only purpose is to serve the bearer of the Stigmata. The other party is not within its scope of duty.
"Then, could you please help me?"
Although now was not the time to cling to that ridiculous pride, Yelena still felt somewhat embarrassed. After all, this person truly gave her the impression of an elder.
Does this count as the situation described by that widely circulated saying in Yan?
"Beat the young one, and the old one comes."
Honestly, encountering such a situation really gives an unexpected... thrill?
"Of course, successor. But my power is limited. By myself alone, I may not meet your expectations."
The Stigmata Will said indifferently, showing no emotional fluctuation on the surface. Raising a hand, its illusory form undoubtedly lent more credibility to its words.
However, this is a lie!
When Kevin engraved the Stigmata, he left a beacon to Imaginary Space within it. As long as one does not frequently activate the high-consumption rated power level of a Divine Key, the Honkai energy stored within is more than enough for [Adam] to expend for a long time.
"Ah? I see. I apologize for putting you in a difficult position."
"There is actually another method..."
Before Adam could finish speaking, a tide-like sea of blood surged forth. The exaggerated shadow nearly enveloped the entire section of the city wall. Beneath the blood sea, various bloodfiend creations with different appearances faintly revealed their outlines.
The Lord stood indifferently atop the blood tide, holding a crimson slender sword in his hand. Several thin threads extended from the blood tide waves, attached to the sword hilt.
"I no longer have the patience to play this boring game of house with you. That person's student, the young Demon King, and the immature Banshee—I will represent the ancient Sarkaz and show you, as representatives of the rebels, what true terror is."
The Blood Gem slender sword swept horizontally—Boom!
The blood sea surged to the heavens, dyeing the sky, the earth, everything in sight into a glaring crimson.
Amiya and Logos, having broken free from their entanglement, immediately arrived at FrostNova's side. A spell barrier of interwoven black and golden-gray was erected.
"Hmph."
The moment it collided with the blood tide, both of them grunted simultaneously. Their robes fluttered, and their bodies trembled slightly under the immense pressure. Directly confronting an enraged Lord of a Royal Court was still too early for them.
"Successor, your potential is far greater than you imagine. It is a treasure waiting for you to unearth. See him? With [Stigmata], in the near future, you will only become stronger than him."
Adam floated, pointing at the Bloodfiend Lord standing atop the blood tide.
"But that is only the future."
"Why can't it be now?"
The Stigmata Will's counter-question left FrostNova silent. After a long while, she spoke:
"Then, what should I do?"
"It's simple. Relax your body; do not resist. Human potential may be limited, but many people cannot even touch it in their entire lives. Cherish this opportunity, successor. At least, I will help you."
As it spoke, Adam's voice gradually became composite—men and women, old and young—both hazy and clear, as if many different people were speaking to FrostNova simultaneously.
Despite the fusion of multiple voices, it did not seem chaotic at all; instead, there was a harmonious and synchronized beauty.
"'We' will all help you."
The golden-haired nun that Adam had transformed into stepped forward. Their palms overlapped and clasped together.
"Such familiar sword techniques. Even someone like me is worthy of having an inheritor?"
"In that case, please leave it to me."
[Adam]'s phantom disappeared, replaced by a cherry blossom petal swirling in the air.
The pink petal was incomplete, even tattered. As if possessing a soul, it attached itself to Yelena's forehead and seamlessly merged in without any resistance from her.
Whoosh!
A hint of cherry blossom color rapidly spread from Yelena's hair strands. Her pair of rabbit ears also began to elongate, transforming into shapes resembling fox ears.
She opened her eyes, revealing heterochromatic pupils—one gray-black and one deep purple.
"Personality simulation... Data loading... Target confirmed: One of the last thirteen MANTIS warriors belonging to Fire Moth—Sakura."
Contrary to common sense where one would wildly unleash their aura, "Yelena"'s aura gradually turned inward. From a surface perspective, she appeared almost no different from an ordinary person.
"Actually, sometimes I'm not so willing to retain this professional habit of mine. Moreover, although I was mentally prepared, this body's frailty still exceeded my expectations."
She swung her sword somewhat clumsily, looking almost like a complete beginner.
SAKURA AND APONIAAAAA