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A prophet is not necessarily perfect.
Seeing something doesn't mean it can be achieved.
This is the necessity for the existence of all those useless people, those without those eyes, besides the prophet.
That's why Yae Sakura's work went so smoothly.
All I need to do is work.
No one dared to defy her/Jiangcheng's will.
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Queen of Thunder: OK, everything is going smoothly on my end, don't worry. Cheng-jun, you should go get treatment quickly.
Would the fox-eared shrine maiden find it strange? Mei is right, things are going very smoothly on my end. They don't seem like people from the village; they are all very kind and serious.
Seeing the two messages on his phone, and the video that followed, showing a diverse array of Valkyries chattering away, all of them working with their heads down or constantly talking on the phone... In short, a group of dedicated staff members who were hardworking and not at all slacking off—Jiang Cheng could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
I originally thought becoming a bishop would be a very difficult thing, but now it seems that it is not so difficult. Or it can be understood that Otto left behind and the gray snake was modified very well.
In terms of personal enjoyment, Otto truly excelled, and his grasp of power reached its peak. There were only betrayals and defections, but no one dared to directly disobey him... or rather, no one who disobeyed him survived. In addition, news of Otto's death has not yet spread; it is only said that he has stepped down to the second line, so his influence remains.
Currently, Void Treasury seems to be with Gray Serpent, presumably undergoing modifications and a reboot or having other uses. We'll probably see Otto's face at the top again later.
Anyway, there's nothing to worry about.
What should an ordinary person do at the start? Okay, let me know if anything happens. I'm going to Mistelin's place now. Don't worry, he doesn't have any bad intentions.
After sending the message, would it be strange to receive images of the Thunder Queen and the Fox-Eared Shrine Maiden...? Actually, they were just memes of Mei and Sakura. Jiang Cheng calmly put his phone into his right palm.
Staring at the right hand, whose material and components are of unknown origin and why they contain such parts and components, and the logical way they swallow the phone.
Are you really going to replace this?
I think it's kind of cool.
The sounds around him were utterly ignored—Jiang Cheng casually adjusted the file stuffed in his pocket, or rather, the thing that had transformed from a file into a box and now perfectly fit his thigh without feeling any pressure. For the first time, he stepped out of the hospital room filled with memories.
Are you really sure Mistelin is alright? It's not that I doubt her or anything, it's just... her inhuman qualities seem a little too strong, and a little strange.
“That’s how Mistelin is.”
Jiang Cheng's fingers rested on the door, and before opening it, he casually uttered one last thing—
"Having too many memories but not enough real experiences, having only concepts but not one's own experiences... This will lead to such a result. It depends on whether the person is willing to create an independent life that belongs only to themselves, rather than choosing to accept the transcription and give up what belongs to them."
He opened the door, the bolt creaking open, bracing himself for the blinding sunlight. But in that instant, all he saw was his shadow.
A black shadow pierced through the crack in the door. When the door was opened, the tiny black shadow instantly transformed into the posture of an upside-down person.
The moment she looked up, the first thing that caught her eye was a pair of exquisite white high heels with gold thread, and from her ankles, a contrasting design that encased one slender, crane-like, straight and beautifully curved calf and the undisguised, fair and delicate jade foot. Further up were her fleshy thighs and the gold leg rings that sank deep into her snow-white thighs, making the girl's full thighs appear as soft and sweet as milk pudding.
The purple skirt, like a fluffy princess dress, gently enveloped her, with butterfly-like decorations adorning her slender waist and a purple gemstone set in the center. Its arrogant curves were so magnificent that at first glance they could be mistaken for rolling hills.
As if suddenly transformed from a 2D picture into 3D, her full breasts, which even lace and silk could not conceal, were about to burst forth. The classic full-coverage dress design could not completely hide her delicate and exquisite collarbones and rounded, tender shoulders. Above her fair swan neck, decorated with a purple tie pressing down on her chest, were her alluring red lips that were gently raised.
what?
Rub your eyes.
Jiang Cheng opened his eyes once more.
However, what appeared before her was still an excessively beautiful girl in a brand new dress, yet still easily recognizable—a girl named Mistelin.
At this moment, she had changed into a brand new outfit. No longer was it the somewhat strange bodysuit from before, but a perfectly fitting evening gown that showcased her feminine charm flawlessly. Her legs, which did not need to be covered by stockings, were simply exposed and enough to be pleasing to the eye. As for the chest and crotch, which were completely covered up as before, it was because of the change in fabric that the clothes were clearly stretched taut, as if they would burst open at any moment. Even the purple tie could not hold them down.
Along with that smile, which was the same as before but subtly different... the girl who appeared before me was truly as lovely and elegant as the girl next door.
"Because I hadn't heard from you for half a day, I came to find you after I finished my work."
She blinked gently, a glint in her purple eyes. "Now it seems I've arrived at just the right time."
"Indeed..."
I was just about to leave when you came looking for me.
If Jiang Cheng hadn't known Mistelin's personality, he would have even gone so far as to think that the lady was specifically watching when he left the house, and then timing it perfectly, like those men who pretend to be interested in hooking up with girls, trying to create the impression of tacit understanding and that they had never done this kind of work before.
After all, there has been research that has made women suspicious, wondering if they have been targeted all along. But if the timing is wrong, it is impossible to send an invitation in a reasonable way.
If things develop this way, then the next step should be—Mistelin gently extends her hand, extending a tender invitation to herself in a go-with-the-flow manner.
"In that case, shall we come together?"
My reverie was gently interrupted by a voice beside me.
Reflected in those cherry-colored eyes was a girl extending her hand, tilting her head slightly, and smiling as she extended an invitation.
"You probably don't know much about floating islands, or is your prophecy so detailed that it even pertains to this place?"
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There are limits to pretense. Just as you can't boast to the point of exaggeration, if you let others believe you're far more capable than you actually are, even exceeding your true abilities by several times, then they'll misjudge you and end up bearing undue responsibility later on.
Jiang Cheng, whose attention was immediately drawn to the important matter, forgot all about the coincidence and quickly waved his hands to explain—
"I really don't understand."
"How could a prophecy possibly accomplish such a thing?"
“If we could see even such small things, then it wouldn’t be called prophecy, but omniscience.”
Although I feel it's about the same...
These are all things that are practically cheating.
To point out the truth directly through falsehood and the unknown—this is no different from omniscience.
Mistelin nodded slightly, and immediately followed up with the invitation once again—
"Want to come together? I can also show you around the rebuilt floating islands. Hmm... this is quite a new thing for me, since my memories of it are from more than ten years ago."
"Even if my knowledge is a bit outdated, I should still know more than you, who has never been here at all."
"what……"
Jiang Cheng hesitated—just minutes ago, he had been calmly comforting Ling, but for the first time, his gaze wavered.
Why do this? Isn't it strange? I just needed to get something, didn't I? Why did the topic suddenly shift to walking around here?
There was never even a chance to ask these kinds of questions.
Because it had already been answered before that.
"Please rest assured, cloning and breeding also take time. Even if we go out more and give more explanations, it won't be much later."
Facing Jiang Cheng's face, which seemed somewhat out of sync and appeared rather dazed, and considering the possibility of rejection, Mistelin quickly sealed off the last remaining opening—in her usual inhumanly gentle voice, like that of the saintess from the past.
"Knowing some relevant information in advance can also help you adapt to different situations during your speech. After all, even if you are a bishop, there will always be people who will ask questions."
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"Ok."
At least, there is no way to find any possibility that Mistelin might have other intentions.
It must truly come from my own heart, just like a line from the future: I really enjoy seeing others become better and more outstanding.
Anyway, given Mistelin's personality, Jiang Cheng, holding this in mind, still chose to agree.
If, after walking for a few minutes, you weren't immediately pointed to a building in the distance and asked if you wanted to go there for a look.
Those things can hardly be called normal architecture.
Do not……
It was a complete ruin.
Moreover, it's not just any ordinary ruin; it was torn apart and destroyed by Raiden Mei in a previous battle, and it's currently under reconstruction, but that was temporarily halted due to issues with the registration ceremony—it's a truly abandoned building.
Although the building's exterior is largely complete, the interior remains completely unfinished, with walls, floors, and building materials exposed. The building was originally planned to be six stories high, but only the fourth floor has been completed. Due to the project's abandonment, the partially repaired fifth-floor floor has been used as the roof.
"Is it necessary? Couldn't a simple explanation suffice?"
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Chapter 117 Mistelin: Jiang Cheng really knows his stuff.
Having too many memories but not enough real experiences, having only concepts but no personal experiences... This will lead to such a result. It depends on whether the person is willing to create an independent life that belongs only to themselves, rather than choosing to accept the transcription and give up what belongs to them.
Jiangcheng really knows his stuff...
For me.
For Mistelin II.
So please allow me to borrow it for a moment.
This is something quite important in Cecilia's life, if not from my perspective, but purely from my own viewpoint. If I were to witness it again, I'm certain that in the future, whenever I think of this, I'll inevitably confuse it with Cecilia…
Beneath this calm and collected exterior, the girl, feigning innocence, clasped her hands together and said, "Rather than understanding each other through ideas, I'd prefer to experience things firsthand. Any suggestions?"
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This is also one of the lines spoken by a young girl.
Mistelin is indeed that kind of person, so... it should be fine, right?
Maybe……
Anyway, just follow along.
"Ok."
Jiang Cheng didn't continue to refuse, comforting himself with this perfectly plausible reason. He pressed his right hand against the Jizo Mirror at his waist and followed behind the girl.
"This place has been completely destroyed. All the evidence that was originally placed here has been melted down, and it was also removed during the previous restoration..."
“I remember there used to be a small room here where people could hide. If you crawled into it, you would definitely be discovered. But the room was destroyed immediately. Even the third to last wooden plank that used to creak when stepped on has been replaced with a brand new one.”
Listening to her voice once again... it was no longer a narration as before, but a complete first-person description of the ruins she saw.
It was almost like a recasting, or a re-etching of what was before my eyes into my memory.
All I could do was respond.
"Ah."
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As I had hoped, I was having a real experience with Jiang Cheng, not just telling stories or recounting memories, but experiencing things firsthand through my own eyes and my own self.
It is not Cecilia's memory, nor is it tainted by the subjectivity of another self before the converter; it is entirely the testimony of the self standing here.
Looking at the boy who seemed to have come here only after consoling himself, as if he had completely identified with another version of himself, or rather, the future version of himself before he was changed by Jiang Cheng, before he met Jiang Cheng... Mistelin couldn't help but sigh.
"Hey……"
really...
Do you still think I am who I was?
Just a few hours ago they were talking on the phone—
Don't worry, those people from the past are not you. Having memories doesn't mean you have to confuse yourself with them. At least right now, the thoughts, the will, and everything about you that you live here are your own, not someone else's memories. You are you, the second generation Misterin, with a unique personality. You are not the Misterin from the past who transcribed herself and worried that the Honkai energy she emitted would harm others. I don't know if such a thing has ever happened to you since birth, but to me—you haven't done anything bad.
When she spoke, she looked at me with such a serious gaze that it gave me the illusion that I was seeing the cherry blossoms with my own eyes for the first time, not through memory.
They forgot what they had just said, or perhaps they didn't even realize how important or weighty their words were. No wonder Mei and Sakura acted that way.
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