[Simulation Terminated]
[True Eden Exists Within Your Heart]
[You Scattered Seeds of Hope, Leaving Behind Eden's Embers]
[A World Without Sorrow Does Not Exist—But Possibilities Remain Endless. Where Hope Lives, the World Has No End]
[The Radiant World Resides in Every Heart]
Rating: SS!
(Was this world happy? At life's end, you realized happiness had been waiting quietly in some ordinary afternoon.)
[Became the Child of Order, Transcended Order Itself. Built a Paradise from Memories]
[Black Wings Shielded Robin and Sunday, Bearing Order's Burden in Their Stead. Witnessed Robin Fulfill Her Dream as the Galaxy's Superstar]
[As Robin's Childhood Friend, Shared a Brief but Blissful Life. Your Music Altered Her Path, Paving a New Future]
[Henceforth, the World Will Sing Her Name. Harmony's Hymn Shall Truly Change the Cosmos]
Rating: S!
(You Personally Altered the Siblings' Fate. Gambled Your Soul to Carve a New Path for Robin.)
[Burned Your Soul to Ascend as a Demigod. Judged All Mortals with Black Wings]
[Eternally Burning Wings, Lift Me from Earthly Despair]
Rating: S!
(Someone Had to Change the World. With Your Soul as the Instrument, You Played the Overture of a New Era.)
[Simulation Complete. Rewards Distributing]
Light Cone: [Had I Not Known the Sun]
Path: Harmony
Tier: Gold
Skill:
[Hope Has Feathers and Wings] – Burn your soul to enter Metempsychosis State, gaining power from past incarnations.
Metempsychosis can escalate to five tiers. At Tier 5, the soul shatters irreparably.
Description:
The audience seats shimmer with memories of those who loved her most.
The golden-haired boy behind her dissolves into motes of light—one final embrace for the girl he cherished.
The piano plays on.
She sings their song, longing for that afternoon when they first met.
Had she never known the sun, would she have dreamed of wings?
The girl bows to the empty hall, bidding farewell to yesterday's happiness.
And steps into her future.
[Eden (Gold)]
You witness suffering. You feel pain. You hear lamentations. Resonating soul fragments grant boundless strength.
The more fragments aligned, the greater the power unleashed.
[Aeon's Blessing
Within imagination, only memories manifest as reality. Consume memory fragments to materialize the past.
Warning: Highly unstable. Proceed with caution.
[Eternally Burning Wings]
Gain wings to judge all living things. Scour evil with sacred flame and blade.
The golden light cone materialized in Anming's palm. On its surface, Robin bowed to vacant seats, the boy behind her vanishing into golden dust.
Now, about this "Metempsychosis"... Anming's eye twitched. The earlier "Blood Burning" could be dismissed as the system ripping off Dragon Raja. But "Metempsychosis"?
Five tiers meant one day, he'd have to activate Tier 5. At that point, the only foe worth such sacrifice would be an Aeon.
The Castle in the Air intrigued him though. Wasn't this just pure Visionary? If he materialized a memory of Fu Xuan in a maid outfit—
One moment, the stern arbiter would be threatening his kidneys. The next, she'd be meowing in frills.
Such blessings! Praise Fuli! Memory is the supreme Path!
...Wait. Did he need to possess such a memory first? That'd require surviving her sword first.
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Drip. Drip.
The sound of water echoed oddly in the damp corridor. A familiar fragrance lingered—
"You're crying?"
"March, you won't believe this, but while I was out, I dreamed of a little bird. We lived a short but dazzling life together—"
"March?"
A frigid voice yanked him back to reality. Previous simulations had ended with March 7th or Stelle nearby, conditioning him to debrief his dreams aloud.
Anming looked up. In the gloom, Fu Xuan's icy glare pinned him in place. Her exquisite face might as well have been carved from permafrost. One wrong move, and the Unnamed Blade would end him.
Great. Now I've got Robin on my conscience too. If Firefly alone warranted a stabbing, this would—
Oh no.
Petite as she was, Fu Xuan's divination skills were peerless. On Jarilo-VI, Firefly had mentioned her ability to trace even Gramr's past through the Matrix of Prescience.
Meaning Fu Xuan was basically a walking spoiler. Post-simulation, she'd inevitably uncover everything. Their fates were too intertwined.
Currently, all Anming could see was Fu Xuan's pale back. Since when could the Master Diviner drag him single-handedly through corridors?
His limbs were bound by violet hexagrams. The slightest twinge brought needle-like pain.
What kind of marital bondage is this?! Had his dear Xuan'er developed some niche interests?
The stab wound had already healed thanks to Golden Blood. She'd missed his heart by millimeters.
"Xuan'er, let's talk this out—"
"Talk about what? Firefly? March?" Fu Xuan crouched before him, tilting his chin up. Her violet eyes—close enough to drown in—bore into his.
A finger traced his lips.
"I merely wonder..."
"Are you still my Anming?"