The borisin incident quickly came to an end.
Himeko had to admire Zeig's efficiency. Although he had acted crazy earlier and let March release the borisin, fortunately, it was recaptured quickly.
After dealing with this troublemaking borisin, Herta Space Station returned to a harmonious and cheerful atmosphere.
Some were writing reports to complain.
Some were dancing in public.
Some were part of the online shopping fleet.
Some were watching My Little Pony.
And some were dragging a person to throw into the trash bin.
A very harmonious scene.
After a long while.
Zeig poked his head out from the garbage pile, looking left and right.
Confirming that March 7th had left, he sheepishly climbed out.
"Haha, I, Zeig, am resurrected!"
Just as he stood with hands on hips, laughing toward the sky.
He discovered a loli staring at him in front.
Her skin was very smooth, with a puppet-like texture at the joints, her light purple eyes blinking.
"As I expected, your mental state is very problematic." Herta analyzed.
"Ha, saying that while squatting in front of a garbage pile—your mental state isn't great either."
Zeig retorted at the loli in front of him, only to receive her disdainful expression.
"You even discovered this—it seems your IQ isn't low."
Herta took out a tablet, playing various videos related to Zeig.
There was him dancing awkwardly in public, being lovey-dovey with the borisin, offering Furongwang to Wen Shiling, and even exchanging contact info with a male researcher at the space station.
Zeig watched these scenes one by one, first smiling knowingly.
But then.
The smile on his face gradually faded.
"You're monitoring me."
Even though Herta was remotely controlling it, from Zeig's eyes, she could genuinely feel a hint of coldness.
"There's something of mine inside you— is it wrong for me to keep an eye on you?" Herta countered.
Zeig stared straight at Herta:
"How do you prove it's yours? Did you get a certificate for it?"
Hearing this, Herta pulled out a document from her body.
It recorded the Stellaron's information and ownership, with the owner naturally listed as Herta herself.
Zeig sniffed.
This thing even has documentation?
"You issued it to yourself."
"You even discovered this—it seems the condition is quite severe, needs treatment soon." Herta admitted.
Zeig: "???"
It really was self-issued.
"I'm Herta, and also the owner of this space station. The Stellaron is now in your body, the Stellaron is my property, so now you are my property too."
Hearing this, Zeig's old face flushed, he scratched his head: "Aiya, saying it like that makes me a bit embarrassed— who confesses like this, hate you~"
"Go to psychiatry and get some meds."
Herta already had some understanding of Zeig's personality.
But she didn't care.
She heard it was this guy who split the Doomsday Beast with one sword, so she came to confirm.
Appearance-wise, no different from ordinary humans; carefully sensing, she couldn't feel his imaginary energy either.
Hidden it?
Pretty impressive.
"Anyway, the specifics— Himeko and Asta have already told me. Thank you very much for helping the space station, but storing a Stellaron in a human body is very dangerous. Come to my office later, I'll check it for you. This puppet is logging off now."
Herta patted Zeig's shoulder, then the entire puppet instantly lost expression.
Under Zeig's dumbfounded gaze, the puppet slowly backed away, blankly leaning against the wall.
Entered standby mode.
"Ah? Logging off just like that."
Zeig stood in front of the now-offline Herta puppet, silently examining it.
"This puppet is made pretty cute, huh."
Going to the office for a body check? No need.
The Stellaron has fused with him for so long, and he hasn't felt any discomfort.
After fusion, he feels smarter, can act cool without drafting, jumps higher, doesn't even need Fulijian anymore.
Anyway.
"Tch, not going." Zeig smiled contemptuously.
There are so many of these puppets— taking one as a hug pillow shouldn't be a problem.
Definitely no problem!
He turned and carried the Herta puppet back to the Astral Express.
Parlor car.
Himeko was sitting on the sofa resting.
"Yo, Zeig, good afternoon."
"Good afternoon, Teacher Himeko."
After Zeig hurriedly passed by, Himeko smiled and sipped her coffee.
Young people really have energy.
Even picking a petite silicone doll.
"Wait, why does that doll look a bit familiar?" Himeko raised an eyebrow, staring straight into the distance.
...
Time, like a married man's savings.
Always gone before you know it.
Herta's office.
Himeko, Dan Heng, March 7th stood side by side, repeatedly apologizing to Herta.
Himeko spoke first: "Sorry about that, Herta. Zeig's nerves haven't been normal for just a day or two— please don't take it to heart."
March 7th clenched her fist in agreement: "Yeah yeah, I think he's just itchy-handed. We've already dealt with him, rest assured."
Dan Heng nodded: "Miss Herta, please forgive him."
Herta: "..."
She silently looked at Zeig in front of her feet, already beaten black and blue by March 7th, limbs twitching constantly.
"Woo woo woo you guys are too much— there are Herta puppets everywhere in the space station, what's wrong with me taking one back to hug while sleeping..."
March 7th's pink-blue eyes sharpened, she immediately leaped forward, straddled Zeig, and gave him a thorough beating: "You still say it, you still say it! How big are your nerves exactly— can't you restrain yourself a bit? You've thrown away all our Nameless' face!"
At this moment, Zeig was being straddled by March 7th, undergoing unilateral punishment.
Himeko and Dan Heng beside them looked like this was nothing new, as if it was perfectly reasonable.
Herta stared straight at this scene.
Wait, isn't he Emanator-level strength?
Why is that pink little girl on him beating him so naturally, without even a hint of hesitation.
"Ah... I was wrong, Miss Herta, please forgive me!"
"Louder, you didn't eat or what!" March 7th glared angrily.
The entire office echoed with continuous screams; Herta quickly tried to stop it:
"Ah, this, never mind never mind. Stop hitting, sigh, really stop hitting. Hey, didn't you hear— I said stop hitting!"
Seeing March 7th still swinging left and right, with Dan Heng and Himeko beside her still watching with arms folded, Herta's eyes widened.
The "Miss Herta" coming from Zeig's mouth had already upgraded to "Lady Herta," "Master," "Grandma"— if it continued, the generational gap would get absurd.
"Alright alright, it's just a puppet— I have plenty, not missing this one!" Herta loudly said coquettishly.
Immediately, the office quieted down from this shout.
March 7th wiped the sweat from her forehead, politely said to Herta:
"Haha, Herta, you're actually pretty nice."
"Yeah yeah, Grandmother, you're too generous— then I won't hold back ha... ah——!!!"
March 7th twisted Zeig's ear, gritted her teeth: "Hold back your grandpa— don't get ideas about puppets anymore, got it!"
Zeig: "Damn, so stingy."
March 7th didn't hear clearly: "Ah?"
Zeig: "I mean, this puppet is actually pretty good-looking."