"Even the strict etiquette teacher can't find any faults. It's just that the noble girl performing the bowing ritual, at this moment... gives rise to a sense of absurdity.
Around twenty bodies lie in the streets, sprawled in all directions, devoid of any trace of blood, as if they all fell unconscious simultaneously.
Kurumi stands in place, leaning forward, her eyes revealing an unspoken arrogance. Her graceful and fair neck is enveloped by a black collar, exposing only a hint of whiteness.
The asphalt road returns to its standard colour. If someone's vision is keen, they will notice... in that instant when the "Black Tale" disappears, followed closely by its disappearance, is a trail of deep blue.
Kurumi casually clenches her tiny hand, invisible spiritual power swirling around her fingertips, occupying the once-empty space.
"The concentration of free energy... is quite low."
The wine-red eyes shine even more impressively in the dim moonlight. Kurumi has long realised that even in the Marvel Universe, Earth has already been dominated by modern industry, so there's hardly any residual free energy.
Without activating the divine absorption, converting even a trace of spiritual power takes half a day.
Compared to the lower black dimensional plane, the difference is like night and day.
The "Black Tale" just now was, of course, the 'City of Feasting.' Although its range was a bit limited, Kurumi deliberately controlled it.
You see, in this world... absorbing free energy to strengthen oneself is simply an unrealistic thing.
So... let's save some energy.
After using up the spiritual power on oneself and then firing a shot... even though Kurumi hasn't used the "Bullet of III" on herself, that feeling... is genuinely subtle.
She can sense the shadow space, but there's nothing inside, no other versions of herself from different timelines, and no duplicates.
"It should contradict the laws of the main god's space." Kurumi shakes her head, not paying much attention to it.
Her gaze flickers over to the bodies again. Kurumi stretches lazily, unprepared to collect the bodies for the other party.
After all, the 'City of Feasting' is not the 'Shadow Space.' Although their functions are similar, it could be more comfortable for Kurumi.
Just now, she used gravity to restrain those gang members, allowing the 'City of Feasting' to absorb 'time' giving them a sensation similar to "ascension."
As for this place, the police will likely come to clean up tomorrow. Her gaze falls on the truck.
With a slight frown on her eyebrows, her psychic power radiates from her, putting a woman in the driver's seat under hypnosis. Kurumi's psychic power, centred around herself, spreads outwards, finding the location of the police station. She was just about to give an order...
Her eyebrows furrow slightly. Since these people dare to trade here, it indicates certain matters. While Kurumi isn't afraid of trouble, avoiding things that don't pique her interest is best.
Her psychic power continues to spread outwards, reaching another small town...
"Ah~"
Similar to the previous sound, the truck heads towards the location Kurumi specified. Tomorrow, when the police there go to work, they'll receive a "surprise."
The black skirt flutters in the night breeze, and Kurumi's mood seems good. A trace of a smile curls at her lips. "Alright, where should I go now?"
As she steps forward... it's as if a crow is flying in the sky. Unable to resist, she tugs at the corner of her mouth, a faint black line appearing on her forehead. After holding it in for a while... "My passport!"
...
All in all, even though things took some twists and turns, they were resolved perfectly. At least, that's how Kurumi sees it.
Finding a hotel to stay at, although the townsfolk are curious, they don't ask too much, assuming she's a tourist gone wild.
Of course, it's all thanks to her subconscious mind. Kurumi quickly obtains a room card.
After cleaning up, it's still the dead of night outside, with no sign of the sun rising. Kurumi sits cross-legged on the bed, releasing her psychic power into the void.
In the "Main God's Space," she couldn't connect to Black Cat's spiritual imprint. It might be due to the unique nature of that space.
But things are different now; she's in her universe. Isn't there hope?
Her psychic power extends through the void as Kurumi searches for her imprint.
One hour... two hours... Kurumi suddenly opens her eyes, her expression growing dark. She senses Black Cat's spiritual imprint but not Li Jiayu's.
Moreover... that imprint is very faint, on the verge of fading away.
Black Cat suffered severe injuries and is close to death, or the two universes are too far apart.
She'd rather it be the second option.
Kurumi calms herself, her expression eases. There's no use getting anxious now.
She opens the computer in the hotel room, the familiar Indos interface... even though she wants to complain, she holds back.
In the Marvel world, which is teeming with advanced technology, it's a relatively parallel universe.
What's the point of fretting over all the inconsistencies? The existence here is reasonable enough. Since she's here, why not have some fun?
On Earth-199999, no one can threaten her.
Of course, Kurumi means on Earth.
She takes a square and seamless metal box from her backpack, like a single entity.
Kurumi lightly taps it, and a silver light trace revolves around it. At the same time, the temperature of the computer case starts to rise rapidly.
"Language confirmed Central AI of the Beta-Class Exploration Ship at your service. Please name me."
Even though it's mechanical, the voice sounds somewhat stiff. But it's still much better than the main gods. Whether it's a psychological effect or something else, Kurumi clicks her tongue.
A mischievous smile creeps onto her face. She thinks of something quite wicked.
"Let's call you 'Red Queen.'"
"Name confirmed. Shall I proceed to determine my appearance?"
Kurumi ponders for a moment, then uses her psychic power to conjure a 3D model of a little girl. "This should do."
A silver light shoots out of the box and instantly scans everything.
Simultaneously, a holographic image appears above the box, depicting a little girl in red clothes bowing slightly to Kurumi. "Red Queen at your service."
The loli-like voice is soothing to her ears. Kurumi smiles contentedly.
Her small hand rests against her cheek, wine-red eyes fixed on the holographic figure. "Do you have data from the Beta-Class Ship?"
Red Queen shakes her head. "I'm sorry, Master. I only possess information from the exploration ship's sensors."
"That will suffice."