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Seemingly oblivious to any emotion, Mistelin, her brows slightly furrowed, turned and stepped forward. Without using any high-tech methods or opening any hidden doors, she simply waved her hand, and the darkness naturally dissipated, concealing the instruments hidden within.
"This was moved from the World Serpent so that you could appear in an acceptable form as quickly as possible."
"After all, the Bishop of Destiny can also be considered an idol, an idol belonging to all the Valkyries of Destiny."
While spouting outrageous theories, Mistelin was also fiddling with those messy instruments. Her slender fingertips hovered in the air and gently tapped down, as if she were tapping a keyboard or touching the whole world. With each touch of her finger, tiny purple ripples would appear out of thin air, seemingly as if they had been struck.
Even if the spirit of the demon cannot know what kind of advanced technology this is, perhaps it is changing the world with the power of rationality, or perhaps it is simply a high-tech existence.
You can feel it.
What Jiangcheng can still feel is the flow of energy.
[This technique is not bad.] The girl, whose essence has transformed into a sword, uses her authority to observe all of this from a higher perspective.
With the supreme nature of the Herrscher, an existence above humanity, it is clear that the editing of the program and the gradual change of the world are evident.
The incomprehensible abstract is forcibly aggregated into something that can be understood and truly exists.
[Leaving aside special abilities, its level is already comparable to what I destroyed 50,000 years ago.]
But nowadays, most of the world's development relies on special abilities, and nobody is seriously pushing technology anymore.
Out of politeness, Jiang Cheng didn't say those words aloud.
Although this seems to make no sense.
Even without ever using my mind-reading ability on you, just by looking at your expression, I seem to be able to vaguely guess what you're saying.
Why are you so gentle with so many people, but always so rough with me?
The girl had already begun to wail—if the posture projected in her consciousness wasn't a fake cry with her eyes open.
Ah……
Jiang Cheng was about to burst out laughing.
gentle……
If his behavior had even a hint of gentleness, he wouldn't have seemed so lacking in emotional intelligence. Whether it was rejecting Mei's repeated confessions or choosing to directly dismiss Sakura's matter... it was probably precisely because of this that the girls later became so radical, like a spring that bounces back even higher after being violently compressed.
[Whatever you're thinking, lacking emotional intelligence, stop doubting yourself. Gentleness is never just about tolerating.]
—Ling's voice unexpectedly became very serious at this moment.
Have it?
Of course there are. If my sister hadn't tolerated my stupidity when I said I wanted to go back, but instead slapped me and told me how awful it was, I wouldn't have any regrets even if I died in the end. My sister... wouldn't have done it that way...
No matter how I think about it, it really hurts. Especially after Jiang Cheng pointed it out, the pain I used to ignore became a real wound that I could no longer pretend to be blind to. It's not a wound that hurts, but a wound that makes me unable to stop thinking about why I caused such a wound. Then I start to regret and hate myself for what I did back then, and I hate my stupidity and ignorance.
Jiang Cheng, unable to adapt to the atmosphere and say impulsive things when the mood isn't right, can only accept being ignored.
Until the girl's voice returned once more—
"Um... Alright, please come this way, Jiangcheng."
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The following part is not worth describing. The prosthetic arm is removed in a common and ordinary way. He lies on the bed created by Mistelin. His right arm has been completely healed, and even the eroded wounds have been replaced by a new layer of skin. Some of the connections that were used to install the suppression have regrown and perfectly wrapped around his right arm the moment the suppression is removed.
Despite having a history of being able to get up shortly after being attacked by Otto and suffering physical strain, and of persevering to the end under the overwhelming pressure from Mei and Sakura.
Jiang Cheng, witnessing firsthand his own terrifying regenerative abilities, couldn't help but marvel at them.
"If I had even half the recovery ability back then, my hand would probably have grown back as soon as it was half rotten."
In the blink of an eye, Mistelin, dressed as a nurse, tugged at her medical safety gloves. "If you lost your hand after awakening your Stigmata, then even without any medical facilities, you will regrow it in a very short time, as a perfectly intact limb."
"Is it so powerful?"
It seems we haven't seen this kind of thing much in the story.
"of course."
After putting on the gloves made of some unknown material, Mistelin even conjured glasses out of thin air. Naturally, she also wore a white square cap, a white coat, and white stockings—her slender fingertips were gently touching the frames of her glasses, and she was explaining with the air of a nurse, a doctor, and a teacher.
"The essence of Stigmata is imitation. Similar to how Fusion Warriors fuse with Honkai Beast genes, Stigmata Awakeners imitate the existence of Herrschers, including their power and companion beasts..."
Long passages of descriptions related to the "Qiu Shan Si Ba Ba Si Qun" chat were uttered.
It feels like a scene that was added to the story on the spot.
Jiang Cheng tried his best to keep his attention away from whether this looked like Cecilia wearing a nurse's uniform and glasses, and also avoided looking at the girl. He tried his best to avoid any behavior that might be considered impolite, and occasionally took the initiative to interrupt.
"Is this why it's difficult for a Saint-Awakened and a Herrscher to coexist harmoniously in the same body?"
"After all, they are similar yet opposite."
Mistelin was no longer shocked by this.
—I was surprised because Jiang Cheng said something that he shouldn’t know in theory and that he only had a vague understanding of in practice.
"Alright, let's not waste any more time. I'm going to use some anesthetic drugs next. You shouldn't have any reservations, right?"
After everything was preheated, Mistelin, her legs encased in white silk stockings, walked up to the machine in front of her and picked it up.
The response was naturally a slight nod.
"fine."
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Don't you need me to monitor you?
Ling, already quite familiar with the situation, took the initiative to bring it up.
For the first time, the girl received a rejection from this ordinary person who felt utterly insecure no matter the time or place.
This time, the surveillance can be relaxed a little. The key is only on me, so there's no need for such tight control...
I had never trusted those girls before. Even though I knew their personalities and what they would do, I still didn't trust them. As a result, I even misjudged myself because I completely forgot the fact that the weight of humans can be increased by gathering together.
Actually, there's no need to be so afraid of Otto. With Mei increasing his weight—from being a single ordinary person to a combination of an ordinary person and the Herrscher of Lightning—there's no need to worry so much.
Mistelin's personality and character design suggest she's a good person.
So let's trust them.
He did what he couldn't give Mei back then.
It's not too late to make up for it now. Trust those who are trustworthy and worthy of trust, and make yourself a whole, instead of just squatting alone in a corner.
There are indeed people in this world who are trustworthy... and that is why Jiang Cheng is lying so relaxed on the operating table at this moment, letting Mistelin bend over and inject the medicine into his body.
She even turned her head away to avoid looking or staring—this was also to avoid the proud figure that was squeezed by her arms and, after changing her clothes, was displayed even more unreservedly.
I have no idea where they found that outfit. I guess it was some kind of preconceived notion. Compared to the top that covered her up completely before, the middle of it was now open, and delicate, white, honey-like nectar flowed excessively from the edges of the collar, creating a perfect, mature side profile with her smooth, tender armpits.
As for the deep, snow-white cleavage right in the center of her chest, it was even more alluring, making one involuntarily fantasize about burying their face in it. What would they breathe in? Would they suffocate?
As for the unintentional touch during the anesthesia procedure, it felt as if my severed right hand was being enveloped and sunk into sweet, soft, snow-white cream.
Even though the nervous system there should be somewhat disordered, one can still clearly feel the smooth touch of delicate skin and the incredibly plump and soft fat, and there is nowhere to hide—all around is smooth and plump flesh like velvet and satin.
When you turn your head, you can still see the girl's blinking eyes.
"What's wrong? Looking at me like that."
"Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
She—Mistelin—seemed completely unaware of just how irrational her actions were.
Even its eyes were adorable, its head was tilted, and its hands were clasped together but it didn't let go of the limbs it was holding in its arms.
Those beautiful eyes, with their fluorescent base and gradient of blue and purple, still shimmered with a dreamlike, dazzling light, devoid of any human emotions—such as embarrassment. The only things they evoked were things that were probably quite inexplicable and incomprehensible… such as the satisfaction of even doubting whether one was perceiving something wrong for a moment, and the lightness as a bird flapping its wings.
That must be wrong.
How can something that is not human have human emotions?
"nothing……"
"Hurry up, I'm still not quite used to it."
The only reason Jiang Cheng didn't immediately get up and pull his hand out was because the anesthetic had indeed been injected into his body.
It's probably because they have knowledge but lack common sense.
Just like Naxida/Little Grass God.
They have accumulated a lot of knowledge, but have never actually used it, to the point that they might even make obvious mistakes like saying "go to the toilet quickly and comfortably."
Mistelin already had this problem in the story: she was well-intentioned but couldn't speak properly, which made everyone feel that she was involved in some kind of conspiracy in the early stages.
Now, before the story begins, less than a few months after the Third Collapse, the girl, who is even more naive and may have only been in this world for a few years as a transcriber, is obviously more lacking in common sense. She may even appear to be a small-town test-taker who is focused on doing exercises but has never practiced anything. She may seem knowledgeable due to the impact of her memories, but in reality, she is a very naive person.
I have absolutely no idea how to resolve this matter.
Jiangcheng could not find a quick solution either.
There is no shortcut other than to properly sort out your memories, sort out the plot, and completely become Mistelin.
That's why he chose to remain silent and tolerate it—even if Mei and Sakura found out about it, as long as they explained things clearly, there shouldn't be any problems.
With this in mind, Jiang Cheng simply closed his eyes and stopped staring at the ravine that made him wonder what it might taste like.
Although all of this is just the most inferior and useless escape, because you can still feel that flesh, softer than the finest silk, touching and rubbing in various ways, even with music, the feeling has gone beyond simple healing. It even seems to completely engulf the severed hand, smooth and moist as if it were being wrapped and kneaded by fresh, rich, freshly squeezed juice—closing your eyes actually makes the sensation even more acute.
If before I could comfort myself with those high-end-looking instruments, thinking it was just a check-up, now that I'm simply experiencing that soft feeling... my thoughts are uncontrollably flooding my mind with images of Mei and Sakura from the past.
Do not……
That's not entirely accurate.
Mistelin is undoubtedly bigger than Mei.
Perhaps Mei will grow up to be a mature woman in the future, but right now... to be honest, she probably hasn't even finished high school and isn't even as old as she was at the beginning of the story. She really has no right to compare with Misterin, whose stats are the same as Cecilia's.
As for Yae Sakura, she is relatively more mature, like a slightly larger version of Mei. However, as a warrior of the agility type, she is ultimately inferior to those of the summoning, healing, and muscular types who wield long spears.
I wish I could keep fantasizing about Mei and the others. Now, after realizing the difference, I can't connect the sensations with Mei and the others.
The only way I can relieve my emotions is by chatting.
—Looking for Ling.
Since you're willing to believe me... then naturally I can't say anything more. You decide what to do.
Although I don't know exactly what you see, sometimes what you see and what you actually see are different.
I know. Jiang Cheng chuckled softly, gently feeling the anesthetic gradually seeping into his mind.
But everyone has a fundamental nature, and that nature will never change—at least my current actions cannot change a person's fundamental nature.
The person named Mistelin is probably one of the most difficult people in the world to change, unless one tries to rewrite her life from the moment she is born... but she has inherited too many memories.
The more perfect a person is, the heavier their past and memories become, and the more difficult it is to rewrite them. The more complete a person's self is, the less likely they are to be interfered with by others.
The memories of that snowfield, Cecilia's memories, and those things from even further back, combined to create Mistelin, who was almost unaffected by external influences.
The only one who might be able to intervene is probably the current her, excluding Cecilia and the former Mistelin.
But such behavior is simply impossible—the girl in the story never gets bothered by it.
Despite their seemingly different personalities, Mistelin was always perceived as the same person.
Jiang Cheng had only shouted a couple of times impulsively before, and he didn't think that could easily change a person.
If it were really that simple, then there wouldn't be so many people in this world who can't understand human language no matter what, and who are impossible to reason with. Ordinary people are so stubbornly bound by preconceived notions after living for decades, let alone young girls with long memories.
Moreover, despite her seemingly inhuman appearance, kindness is indeed a characteristic she possesses, and the Stigmata Project has indeed been modified by her to the gentlest extent possible.
Anyway, trusting others... at least trusting trustworthy people is not wrong. I've suffered enough from the trouble caused by not trusting others before.
Hearing no further sounds, Jiang Cheng used his last strength to shout before the anesthesia completely wore off—
Please do your best.
"I believe you."
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