Nikke, something’s seriously wrong with this evacuation point! Chapter 139 139: Are You Sure You Hacked the Right Number?

Elysion Third Nikke Research Institute

In na, this research institute belonged to Elysion.

In reality, however, it was jointly owned by VTC and the United Human Forces, and currently served as the developnt facility for the Second Generation Fairy Tale Model Nikkes.

Although the Goddess Squad had failed to reverse humanity's steadily worsening defeat, they had undeniably brought hope to mankind.

Because they had never lost.

From the very first day they entered combat until now, not a single mber had fallen.

Wherever they appeared, even Tyrant-class Raptures would only et annihilation.

Especially the strongest Nikke, Liliweiss.

That absolute power capable of crushing everything with a re flick of her finger left everyone who witnessed it utterly stunned.

But even with a transport craft as powerful as the Wings of Victory, they still couldn't cover every battlefield.

And more importantly–

they were exhausted.

Constantly trapped in a cycle of fighting on one battlefield and rushing toward another.

Even now, as the Raptures continued compressing humanity's surviving territory, anyone who had seen the Goddess Squad fight would never bla them for humanity's defeat.

They had already done everything they possibly could.

Which ant the question inevitably shifted toward the human governnt:

Why not increase the number of Goddess Squad mbers?

And under those circumstances, what was born was–

"Us."

Standing before a whiteboard, the now fully matured Ana–

also known as the Nikke Cinderella–

calmly explained things to her companions.

All the nutrition she consud had apparently gone exactly where it was supposed to.

"Our existence is ant to compensate for all of this! To allow the light of the Goddess Squad to shine upon every corner of this land!"

Off to the back of the empty classroom stood Abe, her expression complicated.

So was it really necessary to do this every single ti a new mber joined, Ana?

anwhile, the two Nikkes sitting before Cinderella–who looked almost completely identical–wore utterly confused expressions.

Even though this "teacher" on the podium explained things clearly enough…

why did nine out of every ten sentences turn into praise for the Goddess Squad?

"Hansel… Gretel wants to sleep…"

"Gretel, stay strong… Hansel wants to sleep too…"

"Hansel, Gretel? Are you two still listening?" Cinderella gently tapped the whiteboard.

"Ah, yes! Hansel and Gretel are listening very seriously!"

"Yes."

"Gretel says we're both listening very seriously!"

"Very good. Then let us continue."

The two Nikkes straightened proudly.

The massive chests completely disproportionate to their petite bodies bounced violently.

Abe buried her face in one hand.

My dear Cinderella… can't you see Hansel and Gretel are already sweating bullets? Please spare them…

At that mont, a small hand lightly tugged on Abe's sleeve.

Turning around, she saw another Second Generation Fairy Tale Model–

"The Little rmaid," Siren.

Her clothing style resembled Cinderella's, though where Cinderella was silver, Siren was black.

Long black hair mixed with pale blue highlights flowed behind her as she held out Abe's phone, making soft "ah, ah" noises.

She hadn't even glanced toward the Candy House twins currently undergoing "torture."

After all, she had suffered through this herself before.

It was simply too painful to watch.

"Who is it at a ti like this?" Abe asked impatiently.

Normally, once a Fairy Tale Model Nikke had completed testing and passed evaluation, periods like this counted as vacation ti.

Most of the institute staff were temporarily off work.

Even if it were business-related, they would only contact her after operations resud.

As for private calls…

Frankly speaking, ever since that bastard disappeared again, nobody had dared disturb her personal number anymore.

"Soone from Elysion? Materials Departnt?"

After seeing the automatic caller identification on the phone, Abe hung up imdiately without a second thought, then expressionlessly looked at Siren.

"If it's corporate internal calls like this in the future, just hang up imdiately. Don't hesitate. If they call again, blacklist them."

Siren nodded vaguely in understanding and walked away with the phone.

Watching her retreating figure, gloom surfaced in Abe's eyes.

The Little rmaid…

was one of her production mistakes.

One of Siren's abilities was Word Magic.

Not only could it affect Nikkes and Raptures–

it could even control humans.

The effect was extrely strong.

Far too strong.

Because of that, she couldn't control it properly.

The mont she spoke, the Word Magic would activate automatically, making normal conversation nearly impossible.

Originally, her voice had been beautiful.

Beautiful enough to rival heavenly singing, just like the fairy tale itself.

But until she learned to control her power, singing was completely impossible.

Abe sighed deeply.

Better to just keep watching Cinderella.

At least make sure she didn't completely corrupt Hansel and Gretel.

There was still one remaining slot among the Second Generation Fairy Tale Models–

Red Shoes.

Once that was completed, the squad requested by upper managent would finally be assembled.

Ugh. So exhausting.

Why was there nobody who could help her?

Abe grumbled endlessly in her heart.

'That idiot… when are you finally coming back? Your Ana has beco absolutely incredible now. At least co see her already…'

...

anwhile, Siren carried Abe's phone back to the lounge.

Her life was remarkably free.

Aside from scheduled physical examinations and daily ability testing, she could do whatever she wanted with the rest of her ti.

Most of the ti, however, she simply sat around blankly.

Or used the terminal Abe had given her to watch old television dramas.

Since the invention of cinema, humanity had created countless works.

And among them, Siren loved romance stories the most.

Including the original Little rmaid tale her own na was based on.

She had already watched countless versions of it.

Whenever she had free ti, she found herself wondering:

When would she et her own prince charming?

But as a Nikke, she also understood–

that was almost certainly just a fantasy.

And so romance films and dramas beca the only way she could experience those beautiful emotions.

...

Oh right.

She forgot to return Abe's phone to her room.

The mont she sat down, Siren suddenly realized this.

Flustered, she quickly grabbed the phone and prepared to head toward Abe's room.

But right at that mont–

the phone screen suddenly lit up.

And in the next second, a man's face appeared on the display.

[Abe, you actually hung up on ? At least check who's calling first… Hmm? Wait, who are you?]

Siren stared blankly at the face on the screen.

For so reason, her heartbeat accelerated wildly.

He's handso…

Even after watching countless TV dramas and movies and seeing innurable male actors–

tough guys, pretty boys, every type imaginable–

soone capable of combining all styles together so naturally and without the slightest sense of contradiction had actually appeared before her.

[Wait a second, miss on the other side–is that Abe's phone? Rose, are you sure you hacked the right number?]