Fran stood quietly behind Hera, looking down at his toes.

To be honest, he thought what Hera said was a bit childish.

Although there was no one around, Fran still felt a little awkward.

Hera turned her head, her large, peach-colored eyes staring straight at Fran, making Fran feel a little flustered.

"Was what I said really cringeworthy?"

Fran shuddered.

How can she understand her own thoughts?

"I don't know why either, maybe it's because you and I are symbiotic."

Hera touched her chin, which appeared to others as if she were talking to herself.

This startled Fran, who immediately stopped thinking and quickly apologized.

"Yes, I'm sorry, sir, I shouldn't have thought that."

Fran apologized very sincerely, lowering his head, clearly recognizing his mistake.

Hera tilted her head slightly. "Apologize for what? I didn't blame you."

Fran was stunned. Wasn't she blaming him for what she just said? Or was she doing something else?

Hera put her hands on her hips, raised her head, and struck a pose that she felt was very cringeworthy.

Just keep a blank expression.

"Don't call me 'Sir,' I'm a democratic tyrant! Call me 'Boss'!"

Hera blinked, completely unaware of how strange her words had just been.

Fran suddenly had a bad feeling; his boss seemed a little different from normal people.

Of course, this thought only flashed through my mind for a moment before I quickly suppressed it.

Hera paid no attention and turned her gaze to the bustling city below.

"I need to devise a plan first, to take control of this city without attracting the attention of the Night Star Headquarters."

Hera touched her chin, looking thoughtful.

Then, he confidently straightened his chest.

"I need to recruit a few capable underlings first; more hands make light work!"

Fran nodded in agreement. "Then, boss, which one should we symbioticate with first?"

"I don't know, let's look for it first."

Hera shook her head expressionlessly, ignoring Fran's somewhat speechless look, and walked down from the rooftop.

Of course, I took the elevator down, so as not to attract attention.

There were only Hera and Fran inside the elevator.

The two stood there silently, neither of them speaking, and the atmosphere became somewhat awkward.

"Boss, I actually have some opinions about which helpers to find."

After a long while, Fran finally broke the awkward silence.

"What's your opinion?" Hera turned to look at him.

Fran cleared his throat slightly. "I think we need a smarter helper right now, like someone who does biology."

"Because your abilities are closely related to biological structure, I think having an expert in this area could provide you with significant assistance."

Hera nodded thoughtfully.

"Okay, we'll do it your way."

...

In a mansion in City B, District B, a man dressed in a white coat who looks like a doctor is sitting in front of a computer, typing away at the keyboard.

Even with glasses on, her eyes were glued to the screen.

The screen kept switching because of his rapid operations.

The flickering image was reflected on his glasses, but the man didn't blink.

"Cough, cough—!"

Suddenly, the man began to cough violently, covering his mouth with one hand, looking extremely pained.

The coughing gradually stopped, and the man looked at his hands.

A pool of blood, coughed up by himself, stained his palm.

But the man seemed completely unconcerned.

He casually wiped himself off and then continued frantically typing on the keyboard, muttering to himself as he did so.

"Those fools, they don't understand the value of alien species at all. Using their physical data to create [alien artifacts] is a complete waste!"

The more he spoke, the more frenzied his expression became, but soon the itching sensation in his lungs returned, and the man couldn't help but cough violently.

"Cough, cough! Cough—!

No, I can't hold on much longer. Even if it kills me, I have to get the results!

Looking at the larger amount of blood in his hand than before, the man's eyes hardened even more.

He slowly reached his hand to the side, wanting to take the water from the table.

But he accidentally rolled off the bench and fell to the ground.

"Cough, cough, cough—!!"

The man started coughing again as soon as he fell.

This time, blood spurted directly from his mouth, landing on the floor and staining the wooden floor red.

He braced himself with his hands on the ground, preparing to get up.

However, his weakened body did not allow him to do so.

He stumbled and fell hard to the ground.

The man angrily slammed his fist on the floor.

A trickle of blood flowed from the corner of the man's mouth, his eyes filled with resentment.

"If I had more time, I'm sure I could finish it!"

"I can give you time."

A completely emotionless voice came from the window.

The man turned his head warily to look.

Then I saw that my window had been opened at some point, and in the moonlight, a snow-white figure stood quietly in front of the window.

"Who are you?"

The man's gaze sharpened, and his eyes unconsciously drifted towards his computer.

Hera braced herself against the window frame with both hands, plopped down on it, and crossed her snow-white legs.

With one hand supporting his chin, he mimicked the villainous boss and spoke in a deep voice.

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