Really? I'm fighting the Dark Emperor.

Chapter 273 Dead Brain, Share This Quickly!

After that conversation, apart from occasionally wandering around the gloomy places she frequented on a whim, Rui Bu Si never encountered Lie Yan Jian Ni again.

"I really don't understand," Mei Mei said after looking in the mirror. The gloomy duchess returned to reality, and something in reality made her mood completely unrelated to beauty. "You've been sitting there daydreaming for half the day. Aren't you bored?"

no response.

I'll say "hello" twice more.

no response.

He kicked the chair hard.

She nearly fell to the ground along with the chair, but this time Rui Bu Si reacted.

"I'm trying some things."

She shifted her body to a comfortable sitting position, but because she had been sitting in that position for too long, the comfort didn't last, so she twisted her body again to find a new comfortable position.

"Would it kill you to finish your sentence in one breath?" The gloomy duchess rolled her eyes. "Try what? Dreaming of wiping out the Quark race with a flick of your finger?"

"That sounds great. But this is the kind of thing the Emperor would like; I don't usually indulge in such fantasies."

Sometimes I really don't know if this person is genuinely stupid or just pretending: "You should be able to tell that I'm not discussing with you what kind of fantasies you like, right?"

"Of course, you're always easy to understand."

Before the gloomy duchess could even begin to think, she brought the topic back: "It's an experiment that's hard to explain, but you've always been clever, so you must have figured it out."

"I'm just thinking about how to verify whether my attempt was successful."

"My understanding is too limited, and the other party is too composed."

The gloomy duchess had no idea what she was talking about.

Besides the two of them, only Wuyan, who had just arrived and was preparing to report on her work, remained there.

So far apart, what can desolation and silence possibly do?

What do you need to know?

"Oh, I've got it!" Rui Busi jumped up excitedly.

As the gaze directed at her shifted from curiosity to impatience, she stretched her body before continuing, "I won't be coming here for the next few days; I have other things to do."

Other matters? The gloomy duchess had no idea she would do anything of importance.

She swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue. She could never win an argument with Desolation. It wasn't like she was completely forgetful.

Too lazy to care.

Anyway, it's just sitting here doing nothing, only getting in the way.

"Do whatever you want, but if the Emperor asks..."

“Oh, he won’t say anything about me, he’s a good man.” The words were so sincere that they made the gloomy duchess want to roll her eyes again.

Why say such things to her? The Dark Emperor isn't here.

"Duchess," after Rebecca left, she approached cautiously without speaking, "they have all taken care of what you asked me to do. What are the next steps?"

"Can't you figure out how to make arrangements yourself? Why do you have to ask me for everything?"

He didn't say a word, standing quietly until she finished her tantrum. After a while, he pursed his lips sinisterly and sighed again:

"Forget it, just seeing you guys annoys me."

They silently knew that the source of their gloom and distress was not them.

"Is the Duchess troubled by Rui and the desolation?"

A cautious probe.

He lowered his head again, frightened by the duchess's sinister gaze.

"Trying to guess what I'm thinking? You're so bold!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just saw that you seemed upset and wanted to help you out. I didn't mean to."

Having "cooperated" with the Dark Emperor for so long, he learned nothing else, but he could easily come up with apologies.

I used to be afraid of headaches, now I don't want any part of my body to hurt.

"Can you be so kind?"

A powerful aura approached, and his palms were sweaty.

“I made you my slaves the moment I arrived, ordering you to do this and that, and making you suffer all over. Don’t you hate me?”

Send a proposition.

He never expected that his casual question, intended to gather some information, would lead to this outcome.

"Actually... I'm fine." Her voice sounded a little unnatural.

There was no way around it; the physiological reactions caused by inner fear were simply uncontrollable.

"Anyway, working for the Quark Clan is the same as working for you, so it's all about the same."

"Are you afraid of me?"

It was a question, but the somber duchess spoke with certainty.

"Of course I'm scared. Who in the entire Meng Academy doesn't know the enigmatic Duchess Wuhu, who is so beautiful that she could make fish sink and geese fall from the sky, the moon hide and flowers blush, and a beauty that could topple kingdoms and make people swoon?"

My brain can no longer function.

He felt that he was not suited for this kind of high-pressure work.

"That's why I try my best to do something to make myself seem more valuable..."

"value?"

"Ha, do you think you'll get noticed by doing more work?"

As if something had been touched, the gloomy duchess's voice suddenly grew louder.

Silently and fearfully, he nodded weakly.

"Totally impossible!"

With a furious shout, accompanied by something being thrown to the ground, he was startled and secretly looked up to find that it was the blanket that Rui Bu Si had put down because she didn't like the chair.

"I did so much for the Dark Emperor because he was imprisoned in a spacetime rift by the Quark Clan for over two hundred years. During that time, he ignored me completely, and to this day, he hasn't even offered a pretentious word of concern!"

Over two hundred years of pent-up resentment erupted in this small space as she pointed accusations at the empty chair: "Look at what she's done all this time! What has she done while she was at the Moe Academy?"

He shook his head silently.

He had never actually seen it before.

If Ruibusi had actually done anything, everyone at the Moe Academy would have been aware of her true identity.

"Look at me again. I work, work, and work every day under the Dark Emperor's urging, and the Dark Emperor is still not satisfied. But have you ever seen the Dark Emperor actually urge her on?"

Why?

The question she wanted to ask two hundred years ago, she still couldn't ask directly to this day, in front of an insignificant quark.

“Never mind,” she said calmly. “I don’t need to tell you this.”

"You...don't get along with her?"

The gloomy duchess simply couldn't understand it.

How could anyone be so afraid of her, yet still dare to ask her these questions?

"Silence. The Dark Clan has no true feelings."

There's no good or bad; between her and the desolation, there's nothing except their shared loyalty to the Dark Emperor.