"Thank you... Turing, I'm feeling much better now." Merka struggled, pushing himself out of Turing's embrace with both hands. Her feminine, flirtatious face resting against Turing's chest had started to blush slightly. With one hand nervously picking at the sand at the bottom of his thigh and the other resting on Turing's thigh, he shyly smiled. He realized he had just lost control.

"Are you feeling better now?"

"If you want to stay a little longer, that's totally fine."

Turing smiled cunningly; her pair of flirtatious jade eyes, a delicate and cute nose, and that cherry-red mouth shimmering under the midnight tide blue radiance exuded an almost infinite feminine charm in Merka's surprised gaze.

Seeing Merka about to leave, Turing reached out to grab him. Several gentle tentacles, like the ebb and flow of the sea, slowly approached, enveloping Merka's arm and spreading over it.

It was hard to believe that these tentacles, once powerful enough to crush mountains and shatter rivers, now felt as harmless as a gentle breeze, caressing Merka softly.

"Oh... Haha, Turing, that tickles."

"I know, I know, I won't go."

After a bout of playfulness, both of them had their lower bodies covered in a layer of golden sand. Turing dragged Merka over, who lay down in Turing's embrace. He held Turing's soft and plump little hand in his, resting the back of his head on Turing's lower abdomen, looking up at Turing's cheek.

Turing looked down at Merka with a hint of affection in her eyes, like a Madonna in a painting. Her peach-colored long hair fell onto the sand like strands of rosy wisteria creating ripples, enchanting Merka.

With his colorful black eyes wide open, like a pair of weary dying stars, Merka slowly stared into Turing's eyes, as if trying to admire Turing's soul through some magical power.

"Turing... You seem to have changed somewhere..."

"But I can't quite put my finger on it, where exactly it is..."

Merka gazed at Turing's cheek, his eyes filled with anticipation and surprise.

"What, don't you like it?"

Turing understood Merka's meaning. She affectionately smiled, coyly tilting her head towards Merka. Her hair cascaded like a gorgeous silk, draping over Merka's cheek.

"I like it, of course I do."

"As long as it's you... I like it no matter what."

Merka replied sincerely. But he didn't dare to tell Turing that she was becoming more and more like Oedipus.

She possessed the most aggressive seductive charm within her feminine core, along with a calm and elegant demeanor. However, spending time with her felt different from being with Oedipus. In every moment with Merka, Turing eliminated the dangerous serpent-like qualities she shared with Oedipus.

Perhaps Prometheus experienced something similar when he was with Oedipus, a girl like her.

Such love seemed like the most precious treasure in the world. It was such a wonderful thing. To open up your heart to only one person, to shower love upon only one person, to immerse in tenderness with only one person. There was nothing else that could compare to such selfless indulgence, embodying the essence of human romanticism.

Merka truly wished to sink forever in this gentle paradise...

But... There were more important matters at hand.

"Turing, I'm fine now."

"Where are we, where did you teleport us to?"

Merka squeezed Turing's hand and asked.

Turing furrowed her brows slightly, looking towards the distant sea.

"This is where I meet backdrop in my dreams."

"Although you said to teleport to the central city..."

"But I was thinking about backdrop at that moment. Before I realized it, we were here."

Turing gazed at the tide, lost in thought.

【This place is exactly like the scene where I first met backdrop.】

【Except it's not daytime.】

"Shall I try again?"

Turing lowered her head, seeking Merka's opinion.

Her small mouth pouted slightly, like a little kitten.

"What dreams are you talking about... But that was just a dream after all."

Merka couldn't help but feel embarrassed. Till this day, he still felt that Turing would occasionally show a side that matched her actual age.

"No, Merka."

"backdrop is really here."

At some point, a dark figure had emerged from the mechanical deification, and her figure slowly appeared from the shadows, addressing Merka.

She slowly raised her hand, pointing towards a peculiar black tower at the end of the beach. The bizarre and curse-filled black tower, standing silently at the bottom of the shifting sands, exuded a solemn and lonely presence, as if surrounded by countless invisible, intangible, and soundless musicians.

"They compose the bones as strings, write the flesh as melodies, and praise the disorder and madness seeping from every speck of dust in the world with blasphemous words..."

"You see that?"

"I sense backdrop's magical fluctuations there."

The shadow spoke.

"Why, why is that so, I don't understand..."

Merka looked at the tower in the distance, resembling a creature, feeling a tremor in his heart as he exclaimed in astonishment.

"Shouldn't backdrop be in the central city?"

Upon hearing Merka's words, the shadow shook its head.

"Perhaps Oedipus transferred backdrop here. She probably felt it was too easy for you to reach backdrop in the central city."