“Moving Sun…”
Fan Zhuo chewed over these four words, as if he saw a grand, no, two grand “suns” radiating a dazzling holy light bright enough to burn through the retina.
Could it be that the Warden of Zone A was actually a humanoid self-propelled mammoth? Or perhaps the Eight-foot Tall One?
If this were in the previous world, what level of modeling would be needed to support such a level of “holy light” effects?
Fan Zhuo subconsciously swallowed, a surge of profound respect and… curiosity rising within him for this female Warden he had yet to meet.
“What’s wrong? Kid, interested in Zone A?”
Old John saw the dazed look on his face, pursed his lips, and gulped down a large mouthful of wine.
“I advise you not to think about it. Zone A holds nothing but Mythical Monsters, all with Danger Ratings of EX. Even approaching their cells will get you torn apart. That Warden… she’s not someone you can get near.”
“Is she very strong?” Fan Zhuo asked curiously.
“Strong?” Old John scoffed as if hearing a joke.
“Let me put it this way: if this prison were a rickety ship sailing the sea, everyone and every monster in Zone C would at best be a few patches of wood. And that Warden, she’s the anchor.”
“The entire Asphodel Prison is suppressed by her power alone.”
Fan Zhuo’s heart jolted violently.
One person suppressing an entire monster prison?
This was no longer a question of strength—it was a humanoid Magical Weapon of Strategic Level.
Old John seemed quite pleased with the shocked, inexperienced look on Fan Zhuo’s face.
He proudly shook the wine bottle and slurred out, “So yeah, stop thinking about all that nonsense. Just behave yourself as my assistant in Zone C, playing with the monsters every day—that’s enough fun for you… hic~”
Fan Zhuo twitched at the corner of his eye.
Playing with monsters? Warden, please watch your words. I’m conducting sacred Holy Purification and deep communication, thank you very much.
Still, Old John’s words did remind him of something.
The sun of Zone A was temporarily out of sight, but the bright “moon” before him… might be worth trying?
Fan Zhuo’s gaze fell once again on the flawless figure behind Old John—the white rabbit.
A perfect biomechanical doll, officially defined by the Holy Church’s laws as a “non-human existence.”
What would happen if he touched her?
The thought scratched at his heart like a kitten’s paw, unbearably ticklish.
Under his gaze, the white rabbit didn’t shy away but instead blinked at Fan Zhuo, seemingly unaware of what he was thinking.
No, I can’t hold back. I’ll do it now!
But to make a move on the white rabbit, he first had to get past Old John.
This old fox, though an alcoholic, had decades of experience as a warden, giving him a beast-like instinct for any unusual situations.
If Fan Zhuo just said outright, “I want to touch her,” he’d probably get shocked with a stun gun and sent straight to the tribunal.
He had to come up with a reason Old John couldn’t refuse—something that even sounded perfectly reasonable.
Clearing his throat, Fan Zhuo put on a serious, scholarly expression befitting a holy academic discussion.
“Warden, after hearing your introduction to the Warden of Zone A and the prison, I have a new idea.”
“Huh?” Old John raised his bleary eyes. “Spit it out if you got something to say.”
“You said the Warden of Zone A… her power is unfathomable. And because of my ‘Sacred Body,’ I have a special sensitivity to ‘non-human existences.’”
Fan Zhuo spoke seriously, as if presenting a crucial research project for the future of the Holy Church.
“I think that if I can understand the interaction principles between my power and various ‘non-human existences,’ I might contribute to the prison’s stability from another perspective. This is a serious cross-disciplinary topic between canon law and theology.”
“What?” Old John clearly didn’t understand.
Fan Zhuo patiently explained, “Simply put, I want to start research from the most basic ‘non-human existence.’ And Miss White Rabbit, as the highest creation of the Mechanical Holy Church, neither human nor monster, is the perfect ‘sample’ to study the limits of my power.”
“I want to perform a basic ‘physical performance and energy conduction’ contact test on her.”
Old John squinted, his wine-clouded brain slowly processing the information.
Research? Sample? Contribute to the prison?
Sounds… surprisingly reasonable.
“Kid, your research… is pretty deep… hic~” Old John took another big gulp of wine, eyes growing glazed.
Fan Zhuo seemed not to hear his teasing and kept his serious expression as if discussing the truth.
“Warden, this is not just for the prison’s safety! The Holy Light’s judgment is based on the soul. Miss White Rabbit, as a soulless mechanical creation, is in herself a great challenge to the traditional definition of ‘life!’”
“If we can study the true boundaries of the Holy Light’s reaction through her… perhaps we can find a brand new path to save Her Holiness the High Priestess—without resorting to crude ‘Soulsteel Replacement’ surgeries!”
His words sounded grand and righteous.
Especially the last sentence, which elevated his personal research to a matter of national head-of-state life safety and a strategic breakthrough that could change the entire future of the Holy Church.
Old John was momentarily stunned by this. His drunken mind couldn’t quite keep up.
Save the High Priestess?
This kid… certainly had big ambitions.
“Alright… alright then…” Old John waved vaguely, slurring, “If you want to research, go ahead. Just… don’t break her, that thing’s expensive…”
Having received the “highest directive,” Fan Zhuo was elated inside but kept his solemn sense of mission on his face.
He slowly turned, his gaze landing on that flawless, almost unreal figure.
***
The white rabbit stood quietly like an exquisite doll, waiting for instructions.
Fan Zhuo cleared his throat and stepped forward.
He didn’t act immediately but first circled her, examining her like a work of art.
Silver short hair, its texture indistinguishable from a real person’s.
Azure electronic eyes, with faint data streams flowing deep in the pupils, like a hidden starry sky.
Beneath the taut maid outfit was a breathtaking figure, every inch of fabric perfectly stretched by her curves, as if ready to burst from the fullness at any moment.
Fan Zhuo’s gaze finally settled on her flawless long legs wrapped in pure white over-the-knee stockings.
From slender ankles to rounded calves, to the thick, fleshly thighs marked by a shallow indentation where the sock’s edge pressed in…
A miracle… truly a miracle…
“Ahem.”
Forcing his eyes away from that “absolute territory,” Fan Zhuo put back on his sacred, unassailable expression.
“Miss White Rabbit.”
“I am here, Lord Fan Zhuo.” White Rabbit nodded slightly, her voice steady and pleasant.
“To better understand the interaction between ‘non-human existences’ and the Holy Light, I need to perform a close-range energy sensing test on your outer shell material.”
Texture.
Fan Zhuo said seriously, “This process requires physical contact. May I proceed?”
If he said this to any human woman, he’d probably have been branded a pervert and thrown out.
But White Rabbit’s answer was just as he expected.
“Of course, Lord Fan Zhuo.” Her electronic eyes flickered as if running a logic check.
For the first time, a trace of what resembled curiosity appeared on her exquisitely crafted face, and her voice softened slightly.
“My body… is always ready to serve your research needs. Please tell me, where would you like to start?”