Emperor Building.
Underground Research Institute.
Lowest Level.
In the biological research chamber, cold mist drifted along the floor. Rows of sealed glass jars stood upright, filled with green nutrient solution that faintly glowed through the glass.
The atmosphere was quiet, cold, and green. It was the epitome of a clinical and extreme biological laboratory. Embryo cultures floated up and down inside the glass jars, evoking the kind of eerie lab often seen in horror films.
The specimens varied—different models, graceful figures, a range of poses and personalities. Hera, wearing a white lab coat, walked silently through the mist-covered floor, carefully monitoring the condition of each glass jar.
Bardi stood still in front of Jar No. 1, his expression gentle.
He had finally saved Jenny. He had not let down the woman who had loved him.
Upon returning to the Emperor's Mansion, Bardi had operated on Jenny. He removed her brain, discarded her irradiated body, and used her cells to recultivate a new one, catalyzing regeneration and restoring her.
Bardi hadn't altered Jenny's genes, nor had he forcibly implanted any superpower-related DNA. When she awakened, everything would be left for her to decide.
In the sealed jar, the green nutrient fluid enveloped Jenny's body. She was entirely nude, her skin fair and flawless. Her plump figure curled into a fetal position, her thighs pressed against her chest, squeezing her full breasts to the side. Her delicate skin floated in the solution. Oxygen bubbles rose, and she held her calves with both arms, sleeping like a newborn—peacefully, as if still in the womb.
In a few days, Jenny's brain would fully adapt to the new body, and she would awaken completely.
The corners of Bardi's lips curved slightly in a faint smile. He was in an excellent mood.
When one gains the power to reverse past regrets.
Whether it's the loss of a first love,
The ignorance of youth that once brought sorrow to your parents,
Or rescuing a loved one from the brink of death.
When you have the power to change everything, how could you be in a bad mood?
In comparison.
The Flash's escape was trivial. In Bardi's eyes, it wasn't even worth mentioning, especially not in this moment when Jenny brought him joy.
He stood there for over half an hour, unmoving, quietly watching Jenny's body rise and fall in rhythm.
It was a rare moment of leisure, and he spent it simply gazing at Jenny.
"Master, Antiope from Paradise Island has arrived and is waiting in the conference hall."
A cold Hera in glasses reported. Her white coat was a uniform, the tight-fitting blouse underneath lifted by her chest. Below the skirt, her calves were clad in sheer black stockings that hugged her pale, smooth skin. The combination of softness and restraint made her especially alluring.
Bardi nodded contentedly. In a good mood, he glanced at this particular Hera. He hadn't paid much attention before, but almost every Hera was tailored perfectly to suit his aesthetic, temptations, and desires.
He reached out, fingers gently caressing Hera's face. The sensation of her smooth skin, the light friction, the way his thumb and index finger pinched her delicate chin and lifted it slightly.
This elegant Hera had a naturally pleasant scent.
It was clean and refreshing, with a faint, refined fragrance—not the cloying heaviness of artificial perfumes.
Bardi leaned closer, closed his eyes, and inhaled deeply. This artificial intelligence, Hera, was created for the very purpose of fulfilling his desires.
The soft aroma from her skin filled his nostrils, intoxicating him. A smile appeared on his face.
"I'm in a good mood. I hope she doesn't ruin it. Send her to my office."
Bardi said, enjoying the scent wafting into his nose. He rubbed his face gently against Hera's like a pet.
This elegant Hera paused slightly. Bardi had never acted like this before. Clearly, he was in an exceptionally good mood.
After the brief pause, this Hera closed her eyes slightly and rubbed her face back against his in response.
Every Hera existed to serve Bardi.
Whether it was behaving like a pet, being ordered to die, or anything in between, they would obey without question.
This was the Hera unit, absolutely obedient to Bardi's desires.
"Yes."
Hera replied softly, her breath warm. She understood Bardi very well. This was unmistakably his flirting rhythm.
Of course, now wasn't the time.
Though Bardi possessed a powerful body, one on a planetary level, with immense desires, what was even stronger was his self-restraint and mental control.
Bardi simply smiled, returned to his usual demeanor, and waved for the glamorous Hera to go make the arrangements.
Still in high spirits, he tapped his fingers lightly against the side of his trench coat and hummed a pleasant tune. After watching Jenny for a few more minutes, he left the underground lab.
Taking the private elevator directly to the 390th floor—his office.
The door was opened by the same elegant Hera.
Antiope, who had been waiting, stood bathed in the angled sunlight filtering through the window. Upon hearing footsteps, she turned to face Bardi.
Antiope wore Amazonian battle armor. She was not as soft as last time, had not donned a dark green cape, and made no attempt to conceal the proud, imposing aura of an Amazon warrior. Her presence exuded overwhelming pressure.
Behind her stood two Amazon warriors.
The tall Artemis glared with eyes full of fury. The moment she saw Bardi, her fists clenched. Her face darkened with hostility. Known for her impulsive, hot-blooded nature, she had once called for a direct assault on the Emperor's Mansion to retrieve Diana after her capture.
Of course, since Bardi had defeated Diana, it meant he could defeat Artemis too. In the end, Antiope persuaded her to calm down and accompany her, hoping to retrieve Diana through more diplomatic means.
The other woman was General Phillipus, her middle-aged face composed and serious. She examined Bardi with a discerning gaze.
"Your Majesty Barmulodi, we meet again."
Antiope bowed slightly in greeting. As Bardi was a king, she maintained proper decorum.
At this moment, Bardi was still in a good mood. Though he understood their intentions, it didn't affect his mood or decisions.
He exchanged small talk with Antiope for a while.
Soon, Antiope stated the reason for their visit to the Emperor's Mansion.
"Your Majesty Barmulodi, I apologize for the trouble our Princess Diana has caused you. We are here to bring her back to Paradise Island."
Antiope spoke calmly, but her tone turned resolute and unwavering when mentioning Diana's return.
Behind her, Artemis narrowed her eyes angrily, exhaling sharply through her nose.
General Phillipus's gaze also grew firm, brooking no argument.
Bardi chuckled. Sunlight filtered through the office windows and fell on his defined face. His smile was warm, and his skin shimmered faintly with a crystal glow.
"Take her back?"
(To be continued.)
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