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Jiang Cheng cleared his throat and explained, "All I got was a completely indifferent look from the girl."
"Does this matter?" That dreamy silver-purple left eye of the baby seemed to be asking such a question.
Nobody really cares about Siegfried...
Too……
His combat power should have been outdated long ago, not to mention that he has suffered severe injuries. First, his body suffered many side effects from the two super-transformations during the second collapse, and he also lost his right hand. Compared to his original regular S-rank, his overall combat power has been reduced by more than one level. He can only show off his power in the early stages now. If the version progresses even slightly, he will become a weakling.
Although the version hasn't improved, many powerful characters that don't belong to this version have already emerged.
Not to mention Mei with her complete ascension and the Seven Thunders of Purification, or the Sakura with her Herrscher transformation and the Spirit Blade: Sakura Blizzard.
It seems that even he himself, just himself, is already capable of competing with or even defeating Otto's combat-type body. Now, he has further developed his potential, training the strength of his fingers and waist every day, and has become one of the top strongmen in this version.
In comparison, Siegfried is indeed insignificant, seemingly having little weight or importance other than his connection to Kiana and Bianca.
Upright people are not easy to approach; at least they won't accept any anti-heroic behavior like Grey Serpent or Mistelin.
However, regarding this particular matter, Jiang Cheng truly couldn't bring himself to say that Siegfried was very important.
Because, in comparison, this former warrior was not as important as Raiden Ryoma.
At least Raiden Ryoma is indeed her father-in-law. The reason she didn't take him over and settle him in right away was because Mei wanted to give them both some time to think. She wanted her father-in-law to come over and sort out how to get along with his daughter, instead of running away from problems like before, preferring to wear a mask rather than truly express his love.
Finally, Jiang Cheng politely bid farewell, ending this somewhat abrupt and incoherent conversation that had been abruptly interrupted by his sudden awakening.
"Please take good care of your health. Even if it's just from a friend's perspective, I hope you can value yourself."
what……
what……
Her body, already unable to do anything but stare at him, now could only jerk her head up, wanting to see more clearly the expression on his face—an expression that defied description: his upturned lips, the corners of his eyes, everything about him seemed to exude an air of superior indifference, yet deep within those pink pupils lay a practiced calmness and…
I don't know how to say it.
I don’t know how to explain it.
The girl, who had already watched videos of cherry blossoms falling several times before, saw a gentle warmth in those cherry-colored eyes the moment she looked up—a warmth as vast and all-encompassing as a lake filled with fallen cherry blossoms. Such caring colors were reflected in those clear, blue eyes.
I've been shown concern more than once; I've heard these words countless times...
Even so, my heart jumped in my throat for a moment.
"Do not worry."
I won't make you sad.
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Mistelin, who seemed to accept all the suggestions with great humility, was actually secretly clasping her hands in her heart. She suppressed the turbulent emotions that would rise up after being shown care. It wasn't until Jiang Cheng turned off the communication that the screen went dark once again. Then, through the perspective of the eighteen screens that Jiang Cheng had spied on, he clearly saw the boy leisurely lying back on the bed once again.
It was as if life, now in slow motion, was beginning to flow again, and time was finally unleashed. The body, which had been so stiff it couldn't move, trembled slightly and let out a soft breath.
Ahhh...
Just receiving this one word of concern makes all the pain worthwhile.
Not to mention, it will leave an impression on Jiangcheng's heart.
Thinking about it this way, it's really a good deal. After all, it seems that both Miss Sakura and Miss Mei lived their lives in various ways for a long time before they could actively gain a place in Jiang Cheng's heart.
Although the girl still finds it difficult to understand her emotions at this moment, and such abstract and ineffable things cannot be fully analyzed by simply relying on rational understanding, she will never go wrong in wanting to receive more attention.
Anyway, these things don't matter to Risei. Whether it's injury or pain, even if it's pain, it's acceptable as long as you can use past memories to cope.
On this point alone, even today's young women are willing to accept their past selves and the tolerance for pain they developed through countless experiences on the operating table.
Even if we don't look back from a purely personal perspective, but rather with a touch of our current, unique personality in mind...
It really feels really annoying.
Otto.
Cecilia isn't someone I dislike, but I can't help but dislike Mistelin.
The contradictory changes in personality between the present and the past make it impossible to understand why the person in the past would make such a choice, or what the inner struggle was.
That's probably why humanity is divided.
Mistelin lamented the injustice in her heart.
After all, even if someone has complete memories, theoretically the same person would not be able to understand their past self and would have contradictions.
It's incredibly rare to meet someone like Jiang Cheng who knows everything about me, but this knowledge is based on my status as a prophet... Jiang Cheng has used all sorts of rhetoric to peel me bare like a garlic clove, leaving me with only myself now. When will I be able to peel Jiang Cheng completely bare?
Believe it.
Unparalleled belief,
Even the beating of his heart believed that Jiang Cheng, who was not a prophet, could definitely understand him.
This kind of person makes certain claims without any analysis or personal experience... which would probably infuriate a math teacher.
But that's how I feel.
Just recalling that tough stance he once had.
You will absolutely, unconditionally believe from the bottom of your heart that the person named Jiang Cheng, even without the ability to predict the future, will definitely understand you as long as you spend time with him.
Even if it's completely baseless, illogical, and without any connection, it can't overcome the constant filling of expectation and belief within one's heart.
This feeling seemed to be the complete opposite of the coldness of Siberia, and the exact opposite of the loneliness that could be vaguely felt.
Very gentle...
Only words like these can be used to describe it.
After all, even Mistelin, who possessed a vast knowledge base, couldn't find much to describe this matter for the first time, nor did she want to. She simply wanted to quietly experience and enjoy the afterglow of the setting sun, as if she were being warmly bathed in its rays.
"Um..."
"Let's get back to work; there's still a lot of overtime to do."
The registration of 1l]ing亿（四）*焐九泗久（八）ce was ultimately too tight, and what followed was the difficulty of restoring the severely damaged floating island and getting the Destiny mechanism to work.
I don't know if Mei-san had some dissatisfaction or resentment, but she destroyed so many key parts. The fact that it can be repaired now is all thanks to the machines at the World Serpent base and the filling of the rational shape.
Once again throwing herself into her work, Mistelin also began to feel the unusual inconvenience of having only one eye.
Her slender fingertips traced the eye sockets beneath the blindfold. "Creating trouble for oneself is a human trait, isn't it?"
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Jiangcheng was gently woken up by the girl on the second day.
It felt like an electric current surged from his tailbone, spreading throughout his body with a slight tingling and itching sensation. With near-perfect technique, he awakened his sleeping body. When he opened his eyes, strands of hair brushed against his collarbone, bringing a silky touch—it was waist-length purple hair, the ends gleaming with a deep black sheen.
When she looked up again, she met a pair of sparkling purple eyes in the flowing long hair of the girl, eyes that were deeply ingrained in her instincts and etched into her very bones.
No explanation is needed; one can understand it simply by looking at the girl's current demeanor.
Raiden Mei had changed into a full suit. Underneath the white jacket was a fitted black striped shirt, and the bow tie at her chest accentuated her proud fullness. The exquisite and luxurious workmanship highlighted her perfect figure, while her beautiful purple eyes were sealed behind round-framed glasses. Even in the most classic style, they looked exceptionally intelligent.
Below the waist, cinched by the black mini-skirt, lies another extreme contrast: above, the tight-fitting shirt cannot conceal her fullness, while below, there is an almost perfect curve, from the waist to the hips, where only a glimpse can be seen of what appears to be her beautiful legs encased in black striped stockings.
Just looking at this exquisite formal attire gave Jiang Cheng the illusion that his back was about to be burned by heavenly fire.
"No need to call anymore, the deity has already awakened." A delicate and gentle voice pierced the eardrums, interrupting the hazy thoughts.
He looked in the direction of the sound, and a wisp of hair was blown away, revealing the first thing he saw: an intense shade of pink.
—It's cherry blossom.
The outfit she was wearing at this moment was the complete opposite of Mei's formal attire. Mei had opted for a minimalist approach, wearing a more structured uniform that resembled that of a researcher or staff member, while the girl had simply donned a full suit of armor, a dark-colored battle suit, truly serving by her side as a ninja, just as she had been described.
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Chapter 128 Ascending to the Throne as Bishop
Today is the day the bishop is officially inaugurated.
It was also the day when an ordinary person who transmigrated became the world's largest ruler in the open.
Well……
Perhaps it's not just what's out in the open.
Jiang Cheng recalled the compliment from the gray snake, who simply said "get lost" and then literally rolled away.
They have no shame or human dignity whatsoever, and their way of understanding things is like that of a cold machine, simply following orders and adhering to value theory.
Previously, he was a male stigma holder, wielding the Divine Key, and also the lover of a Herrscher. This made Grey Serpent feel that he was more important than its own father. Now, he has even replaced the stigma holder with a stigma awakener—a being that exists only in theory, and it's unknown whether there were any examples of this before Durandal appeared.
Thinking about it carefully, the reason for not letting him go to Paradise immediately was probably for safety reasons. He was worried that any mishap on his part would lead to humanity having an enemy who was a Herrscher, who could have been an ally. Miss Alicia's wish would not be fulfilled, and a Stigmata Awakener would be lost. The Divine Key is currently suspected to be usable only by himself, and it is unknown whether anyone else can use it.
In this situation, we should indeed be extremely cautious. We should try our best to avoid even the slightest possibility of a problem. For example, when we were fighting Otto, I only mentioned Yuto briefly, and Yuto was actually sent out later.
Thinking about it this way, the stories of time travel to the present day don't seem to be close to the incompetent time travel of ordinary people. They're more like overpowered protagonists or wish-fulfillment novels.
Although it's unlikely that there will be any overpowered protagonists or protagonists in wish-fulfillment novels who die at the beginning, especially not in such a way that they are corrupted to the point of near death.
Those truly invincible protagonists probably wouldn't hesitate and waver like him.
Nevertheless, there was no time to think about it anymore; the girl had already forcibly pulled him out of bed.
"At least try to be a little more energetic today." Mei had already brought the shoes over. "It will take more than an hour to get dressed, and you also need to memorize your speech... You should also prepare yourself mentally, because there will be a huge number of people listening to your speech, probably more than half of the people in the Nagasaku Room that I saw on the ME Company building."
Toothbrushes, towels, and a series of complicated cleaning supplies... By the time the dazed 2-year-old had tidied everything up to the point where she could go out, and was led out of the room by two girls, the spacious hall was already crowded with people dressed in different colored dresses, bowing respectfully.
Standing at the front were two unusually old people dressed in red, along with their attendants, carrying an exquisite tray.
As the grand melody suddenly began to play, they walked over in small steps, bending down just enough to look each other in the eye.
"Your Excellency, please change your clothes."
"This...this place?"
No matter how tired he was, the overly sacred music that was gradually playing in his ears, which seemed to make his heart tremble, would instantly wake him up. Jiang Cheng watched as those old men with serious expressions, whose wrinkles seemed to be stiff as if they were carved from a carpenter's block, stood in front of him, and the waiters beside them were ready to take off their clothes.
“As a bishop, God’s shepherd on earth, your body is without defilement, and we all need to admire your holiness.” The old man on the left looked up. “Please change your clothes, Your Excellency Bishop.”
“This is the ritual for bishops to be enthroned throughout history. The bathing in holy water is not enough to wash away your sins.” The old man on the right held up the tray.
Yes...yes...
Destiny is indeed a religious organization.
Jiang Cheng, with his serious and solemn demeanor as if speaking the truth, was so real that he almost opened his arms wide—until he suddenly realized that he was now in the 21st century, not in the Renaissance or medieval religious period of five hundred years ago.
But before he could speak, Raiden Mei stepped forward first.
"Where did you find this ritual from? Isn't it a bit too outdated?"
The two old men exchanged a glance, then looked at Jiang Cheng's expression. After confirming that there was no change in his expression and no dissatisfaction at being interrupted, they explained, "This is the ceremony when the last Bishop Otto was registered. It is a document from five hundred years ago that has been copied and preserved by hand and has now been copied ten times."
"Ah..." Her momentum instantly vanished.
Clearly, Raiden Mei wasn't quite adapted to the extraordinary worldview either.
More than 500 years have passed since only one generation apart... So it's not surprising that the ceremony is very retro.
“Let’s remove this part of the ritual,” Jiang Cheng said. “I am a perfect holder of the Holy Mark, having reached the pinnacle in terms of power and life. My body is the most precious treasure in the world. Even just my skin is the most mysterious and valuable subject of study. Looking directly at my body is too dangerous for both of us.”
Without giving them a chance to refute or discuss the scriptures, and not intending to engage in scripture debate with these people who had clearly dedicated their lives to religion, he spoke at an unimaginable speed, holding two heavy trays in his hands as if they were feathers.
“Your Excellency, but…”
"There's nothing wrong with that."
He held the tray, his cherry-colored eyes gazing at the two elderly men with an air of immense authority, followed by a crowd that filled two rows and nearly blocked the hall.
"The world is dangerous now. A single Herrscher can easily destroy a seemingly ancient country. An organization called Anti-Entropy is also eyeing the Americas. It would not be good to expose ourselves at this time. Otherwise, Otto would not have chosen to abdicate in favor of his best disciple—me."
"Do you all remember?" Jiang Cheng handed the tray in his right hand to Mei, whose arrogance had already waned. On the way, he seemingly unintentionally brushed against the Jizo Mirror Soul hanging at his waist. The scarlet light, so intense it squeezed into the darkness, silently spread across his fingertips. He then looked at the people who bowed their heads in flattery.
"Isn't the reason why Bishop Otto finally got you to agree after all that back then?"
"Times have changed. As the sole rulers of the world, we bear a much heavier responsibility."