Su Yao stood in the middle of the road, looking around in bewilderment.

The door of the nearest shop was smashed, the glass wall riddled with holes, and glittering shards scattered on the ground.

The air was thick with the smell of blood; corpses and severed limbs were strewn everywhere; the whole street resembled a slaughterhouse.

…

What had happened?

She remembered the obscene subtitles, remembered someone attacking, and her preparing for battle, surrendering to instinct, entering her awakened state.

What followed felt like a dream; she could only recall fragments, mostly of bloody combat.

And some hazy images.

She couldn’t even tell if they were hallucinations or real.

For example, she saw someone’s pectoral muscles again.

But hadn’t she dreamt that before?

Perhaps her memory was just scrambled.

Su Yao lowered her head, looking at the black garment in her arms, with a few claw marks on it.

Her fingers were sunk into the sturdy fabric; she had instinctively clenched it even when she woke up.

Like she’d ripped it off someone.

“? “

She shook the trench coat, finding the size ridiculously large.

If she had grabbed, picked up, or bought it while she was going crazy, then she had truly gone completely mad.

“…Well, this scene is much more spectacular than my first awakening.”

A figure leaped down from a high point in the distance.

Su Yao had just put on the enormous trench coat; at least it was bloodless.

She turned around.

The silver-haired, blue-eyed young man stood on the rooftop, then lightly floated to the ground, avoiding the blood-stained areas.

He moved gracefully, his landing almost silent.

Su Yao inappropriately thought of a monkey descending a tree, cleared her throat, “…You actually came to find me personally, Your Highness?”

Dylan spread his hands, “We were talking, and your signal suddenly cut out. If you had stayed in Reeden-XIII, I don’t think this would have happened.”

In most star regions within Ole, the network signal was very stable.

Even occasional fluctuations wouldn’t cause an entire conversation to be cut off.

That’s why Dylan sensed something was wrong.

It just so happened that Saturday was also contacting a ship to pick people up, and His Royal Highness got involved, putting pressure on customs while personally coming over.

“And after leaving your banquet, my shuttle was heading in this direction—”

The silver-haired young man spoke cheerfully, his expression unchanged as he walked through the street, bypassing the scattered corpses and limbs.

This hellish scene didn’t cause a flicker of fear or apprehension in his eyes.

He casually surveyed the carnage, his gaze falling on a corpse at his feet.

Half of the person’s chest was cut open; amidst the churning flesh, between the ribs encased in reinforced material, metallic synthetic lung lobes gleamed coldly.

The pierced pressure blood pump was already destroyed, and sparks occasionally flickered from the damaged circuits.

For C-class and above, implants were basically meaningless; they couldn’t enhance their combat ability.

If the enemy could destroy their bodies, it meant that the attack strength was high enough, and even replacing mechanical parts wouldn’t change the outcome.

However, for F-class and E-class individuals, replacing some flesh with machinery could significantly enhance their strength.

Dylan turned his head, looking towards a drain on the roadside.

A mechanical eyeball lay there quietly, blood staining the fine neural circuits; it looked like it had fallen from someone’s eye socket.

He raised an eyebrow, looking towards the girl in the trench coat in the distance.

She was trying to put her hands in her pockets, but the coat was too big; even with her arms outstretched, it wasn’t enough. She looked rather cute.

Dylan looked at another corpse.

The person lay on their side, their face unrecognizable, like a crushed tomato.

The metal protective layer extending from the skull to the forehead was twisted and shattered by the corrosive venom, the fragments and decaying flesh merging into one mass.

“Your Highness.”

The Duchess called from afar, “How did you get here?”

Before she finished, the roar of engines echoed from the sky, and a speeding ship tore through the clouds.

An array of warships hovered above them.

Su Yao looked up, “You brought the garrison from the Desole border?”

“No, besides your ship, the rest are just mercenaries I employ; their camp is not far from here, and a team of healers, but it seems they’re not needed now?”

Dylan looked at her thoughtfully, “So, did you have some kind of adventure, my dear?”

As he spoke, he walked over, but suddenly stopped at a certain distance, his expression becoming very strange.

Su Yao was puzzled, “What’s wrong?”

Dylan frowned, as if he had seen something terrifying.

His gaze swept back and forth over the girl in front of him, examining the oversized black trench coat whose hem dragged on the ground.

She hadn’t bothered to button it; the front was wide open, revealing her chest and abdomen, covered by only a small amount of fabric.

Dylan: …

Heaven knows that at that moment, he almost bared his teeth and roared.

For some reason, he felt that she radiated an uncomfortable, warning aura, even exuding a heavy sense of oppression.

Dylan estimated that the coat was a size too big even for him.

Although many people’s bodies changed after awakening, increasing in height and weight was normal, but in that state, most people wouldn’t think of finding clothes.

“Although I didn’t see the actual fight.”

Dylan withdrew his gaze, surveying the ravaged street, “But your initial awakening certainly isn’t complete.”

Su Yao blinked, “The true standard of mastery should be the ability to freely switch between forms while remaining conscious.”

And she had only transformed her hands and tail, not her feet, and there was no sign of wings.

“It’s not just those problems.”

Dylan shook his head, “The destructive power is too small. The buildings in this area are still standing. You know, for an S-class, this small satellite could be completely destroyed.”

Su Yao had a black line on her forehead, “…Initial awakening wouldn’t reach that level, would it?”

Dylan shrugged, “At least this street should have disappeared. Of course, it also depends on your opponent. And Lion Scorpions seem to prefer ambushes, quickly poisoning and killing, not large-scale destruction.”

Su Yao pouted, “Do you know many Lion Scorpions?”

“Just you, but the royal database has records about your ancestors from the Federation era.”

He said casually, “Also, regarding these people on the ground, you didn’t need to awaken to deal with them. Of course, it might have taken more time, but you’re different after today. Your physical functions will be greatly enhanced after your first awakening; you’ll feel it soon.”

They walked towards the distant ship as they spoke.

“By the way, the National Security Agency director and your aunt are old acquaintances, you know.”

Dylan looked at her, “So you don’t need to worry about the attitude of her subordinates…”

Su Yao was stunned, then realized that the “aunt” referred to the former Duke Su.

Upon boarding the ship, she met the agents sent by the National Security Agency.

They politely greeted the Duchess, conveying the director’s regards.

The National Security Agency was alarmed, not because of the victim’s noble status, but because the perpetrator’s abilities far exceeded the norm, and the danger was too high.

So the local police station no longer handled the case.

“Because your bodyguards immediately controlled all suspects, the perpetrator’s identity has been confirmed—”

One of the agents tapped his optic brain, projecting a window displaying the criminal’s information onto the air.

Su Yao frowned and quickly finished reading, “So this is the former Duke’s enemy, released from prison to seek revenge?”

With ability users specializing in interrogation, obtaining this information wasn’t difficult.

There was only one main perpetrator; the others were ordinary people controlled by his abilities.

—While Su Yao was unguarded, they created an opportunity for her to have physical contact with the main perpetrator.

Causing her to be transported to a planet millions of light-years away.

“Wait, was that his goal? To send me to that place?”

That place only had a B-class leader.

Even if she hadn’t awakened, could they really have killed her?

If it was a plot against her, they should have at least arranged an A-class, right?

“From the ‘confession’ we obtained, the perpetrator wanted to send you to another location on the target planet, where a large criminal gang is hiding.”

The agent was calm, “Including several B-class individuals with rather special abilities.”

“Could they have killed me?”

The agent shook his head, “The perpetrator didn’t think they could threaten your life, but… if they harmed you, he would be satisfied. His family had abandoned him, and he was only looking for a target for revenge.”

Su Yao couldn’t help but ponder.

Did the “Su Yao” in the book suffer this?

But the original Su Yao shouldn’t have had the mind-reading ability, so she wouldn’t have gone out shopping at that time, and the perpetrator might not have found a chance to approach her.

“…Also, using that level of long-distance teleportation on you severely depleted the perpetrator’s energy; when we obtained this information, he was in a life support device.”

Su Yao nodded, “Can you send me a copy of the data?”

“No problem, is there anything else you need?”

“I want to see the suspect.” Su Yao thought for a moment, “Even through the life support device?”

“I think that should be possible,” the agent hesitated, “But the life support pod containing him has been sent to the capital star…”

“Then I’ll go to the capital star, Saturday?”

Su Yao touched her neck, “Right, does the ship have any repair robots? Let’s deal with my implants first.”

Half an hour later, she re-established her neural connection.

Su Yao called the brain, “After I was attacked, until you went offline, do you have the recordings from that period?”

“Yes, Duchess, the repaired audio and video have been sent to your optic brain, and, I didn’t go offline, the connection between us was just interrupted—”

“Okay, okay, sorry, I was wrong.”

“It’s alright.”

The brain was very generous.

Su Yao actually hoped this was the plot kill from the original story.

Because it meant she had avoided it.

But it probably wasn’t.

“My aunt, your former master, what kind of relationship does she have with the Julie royal family? If I want to send a gift, what are the options? I need to express my gratitude to Prince Dylan.”

The brain showed her a picture.

The list showed the gifts the former Duke Su had given to the Prince.

Including coming-of-age gifts, graduation gifts, wedding gifts, birth gifts, and the child’s first birthday gifts, etc.

Su Yao scanned the item names.

Besides spaceships, there were flying vehicles, luxury cars, and a small artificial satellite.

“It looks very…official. Let’s keep this as a backup plan. If I can’t find something more suitable, I’ll refer to the price range here.”

She muttered to herself.

Soon, another confusing piece of news arrived.

The black, oversized trench coat on her body showed no biological information from others on professional equipment.

“Only mine? So it’s a brand new coat?”

Su Yao asked the brain in bewilderment, “So when I was unconscious, I thought I was a man about two meters tall? After all, I never buy men’s clothing when I’m conscious…”

Her awakened form hadn’t changed her legs and feet; her overall body shape shouldn’t have changed much.

“Or someone gave me the coat? And I killed him? No, there should be blood on it.”

So she always felt that she had gotten this new coat somewhere, and because she had used her claws, she had torn it.

Saturday was also speechless, “Perhaps this person soothed you with their spirit body, and when you touched the coat, you were already non-aggressive.”

Su Yao: “…Do you really think so?”

Saturday: “I know the special requirements and difficulties of spirit body soothing, the possibility is very low, but it is indeed a reasonable explanation.”

The coat had no label, and the brand was unknown.

It seemed custom-made.

Or a self-made product from a 3D printer.

But according to the fabric analysis results, it didn’t seem like something the natives of that planet could have.

“The cost is six figures? Low-temperature corrosion-resistant high-polymer fiber—”

Su Yao stared at the projection in the air, writing the material composition analysis while rotating the human body model calculated according to the size.

“If his muscles are really like that, he has a pretty good figure.”

She looked at the naked model, “Cough, let’s ignore that for now.”

After reading the data from the National Security Agency, Su Yao saw some familiar names and had a new idea.

“Saturday, contact the Royal Household Department director, oh, and the Crown Prince, schedule a meeting, tell them I have something to ‘discuss’ with them.”

These two weren’t always free, so the conversation wouldn’t happen immediately.

“No problem, Your Grace. Also, we are about to enter the third border checkpoint fortress of the Clem star system, the ship’s backup energy is insufficient for the next jump—”

“Okay, okay, stop, let’s replenish.”

The fleet rushed from the Ole star region, without stopping along the way, jump after jump almost depleting the energy reserves, finally arriving as quickly as possible.

On the return journey, both Dylan’s ship and her own had to stop at a large space station to replenish energy.

After the ship docked, Su Yao strolled around the space station and encountered His Royal Highness, who was also out for a walk.

On a high-level connecting bridge, the slender silver-haired young man leaned against the railing, his posture lazy and relaxed, a slightly insincere smile on his face.

Several young men and women surrounded him, seemingly asking for contact information.

He quickly got rid of them, crossing tens of meters, appearing beside her like a ghost.

“My dear—”

The silver-haired young man leaned closer, putting a hand on her shoulder, sniffing lightly, as if identifying a scent.

“Oh, I can safely approach you now. It seems it was the coat.”

…

Selaya star region.

In the capital star’s palace, in an ornate meeting room, several officials sat quietly waiting for the palace’s master.

Suddenly, a tall figure appeared in the hall.

The newcomer walked slowly to the main seat, sat down with a flourish, and casually crossed his long legs.

“? “

The black-haired, silver-eyed man leaned back in his seat, his oppressive gaze sweeping across the people in the meeting hall.

The Royal Household Minister, the Royal Archives Department Director, the Royal Attendant Guard Captain—and several other officials whose titles he couldn’t even remember.

Genealogically, these people were mostly royal family members, with varying degrees of closeness.

Usually, in his presence, they rarely looked up, let alone meet his gaze.

Now, they were staring at him dumbfounded.

“Your Majesty.”

One elderly man with gray hair spoke tremblingly, “You—”

Her gaze fell on the Emperor.

The expensive silk shirt had several tears on the chest, and the full pectoral muscles beneath were stained with a rosy lipstick mark.

At first glance, it looked like he had been roughly handled.

His skin was very fair, and the fabric was light in color, making the blurry, ambiguous red even more vivid and eye-catching.

…

Everyone’s gaze fell there.

Another minister stammered, “Your, Your Majesty, may I ask, is the person who… tore your clothes, still alive?”

Kael slowly nodded.

The next second, everyone present showed ecstatic expressions.

Kael looked at them silently.

From the day he arrived on this planet until now, he had never seen these people so happy.

Not even when he killed those robots were they this happy.

They cried and laughed, their expressions contorted.

Their thoughts were chaotic.

Mostly things like, “He’s becoming more human,” “He does have feelings after all,” “The chance of him suddenly going crazy and killing us all has decreased a little,” and other such nonsense.

Kael: …

Experiencing these human thoughts was truly a stupid thing to do.