As night fell, Orson returned with the supplies and promptly checked on the temporary room for the two women.
"Such a big addiction..."
Orson shook his head helplessly. In just a few minutes, Sienna and Blank had already entered the game pod and logged into Infinite Dimensions.
"I hope you're worth my trust, Blank."
Looking at the stunning beauty before him, Orson's thoughts swirled.
He knew all too well the dramatic change this woman had undergone before and after the apocalypse. The Bruce Family had suffered heavy losses, and what was once a delicate flower in a greenhouse had begun to grow wildly.
Her roots had grown thick and menacing, her branches had broken through the canopy, and her sharp thorns had once made even Usher tremble.
This woman had no idea how powerful she truly was.
She was a queen of darkness, a blade wielded across the corpses of Heaven Demon and traitors alike, a Unmatched assassin who had descended into the sea of death.
But by then, it was too late—she was merely closing herself off through murder.
Blank, Emma, was undoubtedly a respected Heavenly-Tier player.
But in many ways, Orson was just as much of an Avenger.
In his past life, Orson had started from the bottom and couldn't compare to her, but their fates had turned out remarkably similar.
This life, however, Orson refused to let her repeat the same path. He had to force her forward, by any means necessary.
Orson didn't know how others defined "kindness."
Maybe not harming plants or animals was kindness.
Maybe not killing NPCs and refraining from violence was kindness.
But in the apocalypse, this "kindness" would turn into a blade of evil, piercing his own heart—he had seen countless bloody examples of it.
"I protect the US for you, please protect my sister."
Orson sighed as he looked at the two women.
Orson silently closed the door and turned to leave.
But as soon as he stepped out, both women opened their eyes almost simultaneously.
Sienna scratched her head awkwardly. "Looks like I forgot to turn on the power."
Blank, still thinking about what had happened earlier, hadn't entered the game immediately.
But hearing Sienna, she quickly shut her eyes, pretending to be online.
"What the hell are you doing? Don't you know it's inappropriate to barge into a girl's room?"
Sienna muttered, pouting. "Besides, with Emma's body, wouldn't it be a huge loss if she saw everything? No, I'll have to scold him later."
Blank's face turned even redder from the awkwardness.
Blank could only think, What kind of crazy siblings are these?!
"You protect the US, and I'll protect your sister..."
Blank's mood was complicated. Those words kept echoing in her mind.
That bastard, though despicable, always followed through with his words. This Blank was certain of.
She couldn't help but glance back at the girl kneeling by the power outlet, her heart softening.
Blank had always been the youngest of the three direct heirs of the Bruce Family. As a child, she often begged her mother to have a cute little sister.
That way, she could act like her older brothers and play with the younger sister.
Soon, the Bruce Family welcomed a new life: the younger sister she had dreamed of. Blank was overjoyed.
But fate was cruel. Her two-year-old sister tragically passed away.
At just ten years old, Blank experienced the harsh reality of life and death for the first time.
Perhaps that's why, at such a young age, she had a deep reverence for life.
However, for an assassin from the Bruce Family, this was clearly not a good thing.
Those days felt just like the present, filled with torment.
Her first kill was clean and swift.
Blank glanced at her pale, slender fingers, but she couldn't forget the face of the person she had killed—the twisted expression of despair. How could she overcome this inner demon?
"Am I... really worthy of trust?"
She whispered in her heart, tears falling from her eyes. There was guilt, fear, and self-doubt.
"You're the coolest girl I've ever met, I swear!"
Blank looked stunned, not realizing when Sienna had come up to her, wiping away the tears on her cheeks with a wet wipe.
"Isn't it?" Sienna smiled brightly.
Blank stared at her, this younger girl exuded an unexplainable charm.
She nodded with a smile, as if a glimmer of light had appeared in the depths of an abyss, making her want to grasp onto it.
Meanwhile, Orson returned to the Infinite Dimensions world, facing the almost barren Forever City.
K.D: "I've found the people you asked for. They'll be here shortly to meet you."
"Good, have them add me as friends."
Soon, Orson received friend requests from four people.
These players weren't high level, but each one had the rare profession title of "Advanced Builder."
"Orgod! I finally met the real Orgod!"
"This can't be possible. Didn't they say he stopped playing Infinite Dimensions?"
"Nothing is impossible. My idol only disappeared from the leaderboard, not dead. K.D mentioned it to me, kind of subtly!"
The group rode toward Orson, a few of them excitedly shouting upon seeing him.
"Orgod's alive…"
Orson let out a sigh, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Since being removed from the Leaderboards and level rankings, his nickname and title were set to anonymous mode.
This hidden nickname wasn't rare and could somewhat avoid enemy pursuit, but it wasn't as effective as changing one's appearance or using advanced illusions.
After all, everyone in the major districts knew the distinctive features of the high-level players' usual equipment and weapons.
Orson switched to melee form, wearing a golden skull mask. Few people could recognize him from this form.
Master Builder: "This is Dr. Jordan. We're his assistants."
"Dr. Jordan?"
Orson was stunned, looking at a rather unremarkable 30-level archer who nodded at him in greeting.
"I remember today is Monday. It won't delay anything if I ask for your help, right?" Orson asked tentatively.
"It won't, this is a valuable internship opportunity! I'll write my thesis based on this grand project!"
A female thief looked at the vast ruins of Forever City, trembling with excitement.
Dr. Jordan: "These are my PhD students. Infinite Dimensions has incredibly high realism. Here, students can fully unleash their talents."
"That's true. Even if we build a building here and it collapses, it doesn't matter."
Orson realized this wasn't so surprising.
Most of the buildings in Infinite Dimensions had real-world counterparts, and many ancient ruins that had already disappeared in reality could still be found here.
"So, what kind of style do you want to build here?"
Dr. Jordan seemed eager, his excitement evident. As an expert in ancient architecture, in reality, he only had the opportunity to repair old buildings.
Building a medieval city from scratch was an incredibly tempting offer.
So, when K.D reached out to him, Dr. Jordan quickly agreed to help Orson.
"Well… I'm really not sure. My only requirement is that it's practical and has a US-style feel," Orson said with a wry smile.
"How about this style?"
Dr. Jordan eagerly said, sending over a file. Clearly, he had prepared for this moment.
"What's this?"
Orson clicked on the file, and hundreds of documents quickly appeared.
Most of the images in the files were scans from ancient blueprints, including detailed city planning and the style of each building.
Orson quickly flipped through, and then stopped at the last page for a long time.
It was a large aerial view of a city, many areas were faded and unclear, but some parts were traced and redrawn by later generations.
At the top of the blueprint, the faded letters spelled out three words: "Rome."
Orson's scalp tingled, and he asked respectfully, "With my limited historical knowledge, I assume this blueprint is called... something else?"
"Yes, that's right! It's Rome! How do you think building it like this would be?"
Dr. Jordan said, his eyes shining with excitement.