I want to just drift through life in Type-Moon.

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At this moment, Yue Zhengling didn't even know what he was saying. He felt indebted to this woman from the start, after all, he had taken her child's body. But in fact, he didn't do it on purpose. If anyone was to blame, it was fate.

"Haha, I didn't expect you to be so stubborn." Ji Qiaoqiao turned her head and looked at Le Zhengling's soul.

“You say you’re not my child, but you were indeed born after I carried you for ten months. By blood, you are my child.”

"But my soul is not the soul of your child..." As a soul with a mature personality, even if he is reborn as an infant, his innate preconceived notions will make him realize who he really is. Even if he accepts a new identity, the "self" in his heart will still be the self from his previous life.

This rebirth is merely a continuation.

"The soul... If you could see what your own soul looks like now, you wouldn't be so sure of your answer." Ji Qiaoqiao smiled helplessly, as if looking at a sulking child.

"What...does that mean?" Clearly understanding that she was implying something, Yue Zhengling felt a sense of bewilderment.

“You know perfectly well what I’m referring to, but you don’t want to admit it. It’s not good to deceive yourself.” Ji Qiaoqiao floated in front of Le Zhengling and stared at him without blinking. “Hmm, this is what you look like when you grow up. Your eyes are more like mine, your lips are like mine, your eyebrows are like mine, and your nose is more like his.”

Listening to her comments on the outward appearance of his soul, even if Yue Zhengling didn't want to think about it all, he was forced to accept reality.

"This... is impossible. Shouldn't my appearance be my appearance?" The two "my appearances" were meant to represent his appearance in his previous life. After all, Yue Zhengling had always believed that his soul state was definitely the soul of his previous life.

After leaving his body, although he couldn't see his own face, the changes in the length of his hands and feet made him think that he was still the same soul from his previous life.

“I have no reason to lie to you, and I know what you mean by ‘your appearance,’ but have you ever considered that since you were born in my child’s body, does that body have its original soul?”

Ji Qiaoqiao's question was like a thunderbolt. Le Zhengling looked at her in shock, then at his own corpse, unable to accept it for a moment.

“So, when I say you are my child, that’s what I mean…” Ji Qiaoqiao reached out again and cupped his face in her hands.

"No...it's impossible, I was clearly..."

"Can you remember what your name was in your past life?" Ji Qiaoqiao asked softly, staring into his eyes.

Chapter Forty-Seven: Unexplained People and Events

After asking the question, Ji Qiaoqiao looked at him with a firm and aloof gaze, an unbelievable look that seemed to see through everything.

"Of course I remember, my original name was..." Yue Zhengling was about to answer, but then he couldn't speak, because no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember what his original name was.

He stared blankly, his mouth agape. After realizing that he couldn't remember his name from his past life no matter what, he was filled with unease. The bewilderment left him feeling empty and extremely uncomfortable.

He was like a fish pulled from the water, his mouth opening and closing several times, but he couldn't say anything. A nameless fear spread through his heart.

"Why..." After a long while, Yue Zhengling looked at Ji Qiaoqiao with an extremely bitter expression, "Why can't I remember what you did to me?"

“I didn’t do anything.” Ji Qiaoqiao cupped his face in her hands.

"You're lying!! How could I possibly forget my own name!!!" The confusion and fear eventually turned into anger. He struggled to shake off Ji Qiaoqiao's hand and desperately backed away.

"I didn't do anything, I just gave birth to you." Ji Qiaoqiao looked at Le Zhengling, who was looking at her with hatred, and spoke very frankly.

"You're lying to me! You must be lying to me!" Le Zhengling covered his head and lowered his head, trying his best to recall his memories from his previous life. Those memories were clearly etched in his mind, but he just couldn't remember his name.

“A wrong question will inevitably have a wrong answer. You’ve got the problem wrong from the start, my child.”

Ji Qiaoqiao, who was being glared at with hatred by Yue Zhengling, was not angry. Instead, her eyes were filled with love and pity once again.

"What do you mean... what exactly are you trying to say?"

Le Zhengling said in a very painful voice that his body had been slowly dissipating ever since he started trying to remember his name from his previous life. This pain, which originated from his soul, was several times more painful than when his body was attacked by Huangye Zonglian.

"You need to figure this out yourself. If I tell you, many things will change. The only thing I can tell you is that you are my child, without a doubt." Watching Yue Zhengling's soul dissipate, Ji Qiaoqiao couldn't help but remind her, even though this reminder would lead to her eternal damnation.

"No matter what kind of person you are... there is a place you are destined to go. And your journey will begin here."

Despite the pain, Yue Zhengling stared at Ji Qiaoqiao, who was slowly disappearing just like him, with a complicated expression. In the end, he still insisted on his own words and said, "I am not your child."

Ji Qiaoqiao smiled kindly, "You are my child, a child of the Ji family, a child of the Lezheng family. Whether you acknowledge it or not, some things are etched in your life."

Le Zhengling pursed her lips.

"Coming is accidental, going is inevitable, fate is sudden, destiny is sudden..." Ji Qiaoqiao, who was about to disappear completely, suddenly said.

Le Zhengling involuntarily continued, "The heart should be at peace, the emotions should be open, do what is right, and let nature take its course..."

After saying that, he himself looked shocked, "Why, why would I..."

"You really haven't forgotten... So, you are a child of the Ji family." Ji Qiaoqiao, who had faded to almost transparent, smiled with relief. "Then, my child, remember to believe in the kindness of this world."

After saying this, Ji Qiaoqiao completely disappeared from this world.

"That's too cunning." He muttered to himself, looking at the spot where the other party had disappeared.

Having witnessed Ji Qiaoqiao's appearance and disappearance, he was left with only a bunch of questions. Not only were his previous questions unanswered, but everything became even more confusing.

Judging from her tone, she might not die so easily, but what was this journey she was talking about?

The pain he felt while searching for his name from his past life had vanished as he stopped searching, but he didn't notice that his dissipating soul had been sucked into the hole above his head, and that his soul had shrunk a few years, becoming the same age as his body.

The red thread binding him had dimmed, but something else on his body began to glow—the necklace.

My own reincarnation, a boy with a girl's appearance, a miraculous recipe, a sudden Dead Apostle, a replaced heart, an encounter with the Aozaki sisters, the appearance of Araya Souren, a strange black cat, the prophecy of the mother of Kanbuko, the things my grandfather hid, a letter with a huge amount of information, my own death, a Chinese knot called "Enmusubi", a "person" who claims to be my mother, and now it's the turn of this necklace that should be very important.

Starting three days ago, one thing after another came rushing in, keeping him busy and leaving Le Zhengling feeling almost numb with exhaustion.

"Ah, I really want to be a salted fish..." Yue Zhengling sighed blankly as she looked at the abnormality happening to her body.

The necklace was spinning at high speed, but the enormous suction had no effect on his soul. Instead, it sucked in the five pandas and then pulled his body into the air.

Then, the surrounding plants began to wither, and a blond nobleman suddenly appeared, standing cautiously not far from his corpse.

Then, Uncle Fuaburo appeared carrying Araya Souren's head and angrily attacked the blond man who had done nothing. The two were arguing, but unfortunately, he couldn't hear them at all in his soul state.

Finally, Fuaburo threw Araya Sōren's head under him, knowing it was an offering from the old man to him.

Then, the familiar blond man took out a multicolored gemstone button, said a few words to it, and then Yue Zhengling couldn't understand it anymore.

The two who were just fighting joined forces to attack the necklace (?), and then the blond man became inexplicably agitated again, almost causing Uncle Fuabro to fight him as well.

Upon seeing the blond man enter battle mode, Yue Zhengling realized that this person was from Wallachia Night.

Although humans receive information primarily through their eyes, the inability to hear things only leaves Le Zhengling, now in his soul form, completely bewildered.

So when Le Zhengling saw the two disciples of the Twenty-Seventh Ancestor guarding his body as if facing a formidable enemy, he didn't know what had happened until he discovered that his heart was beating again and his face had regained its color. Only then did he realize what had happened.

Le Zhengling was stunned for a moment, and when he confirmed that his heartbeat had returned, he immediately wanted to rush over, but he found that he still could not get close to the body at all.

The hole in my head didn't disappear; the pulling force was still there.

Realizing this, he could only watch helplessly as Uncle Fuaburo took his body and the night of Varazia away.

Unexpectedly, the dim red thread still connected his body and soul, but his soul was carried away like a kite, and the mysterious hole followed his soul.

Thus, the second night of the prophecy came to an end, and the bright moon silently watched everything.

Chapter Forty-Eight: Whose Fault Is It?

Fuabro Lowen and Tsbia Eltnam Oberon, observing the strange changes occurring in Le Zhengling, were already prepared to respond.

But then, as if mocking their futile efforts, the heartbeat gradually subsided, returning to the normal heartbeat of an ordinary person.

The oppressive aura that had made them feel so threatened gradually subsided and eventually disappeared.

Looking at the body that had regained signs of life, the two fell silent once again.

“Why don’t you do the check this time?” Tsbia suggested, looking at the expressionless Fuabro.

Upon hearing this suggestion, Fuabro was caught in a dilemma: If it was indeed discovered that Yue Zhengling's body had undergone abnormalities, then who would he be after waking up? If he was still the original Yue Zhengling, what choices would he make? If not, should I kill him?

After learning Le Zhengling's true identity, Fuabro immediately realized that his life and death were no longer in his hands. Even Le Zhengling himself no longer had any choice in whether he lived or died.

Although it's unclear why the old man and Tsbia initially didn't care about Le Zhengling's life or death, they became reckless when they learned his true gender.

This made him sense a strong whiff of conspiracy.

After much deliberation, Fuabro decided to follow his heart and get to the bottom of the most crucial issue.

“Tell me honestly, what is the meaning of Yue Zhengling’s existence? Depending on your answers, I will make my choice. You should know that although the Creation Soil within him has escaped my control, I can still detonate it within him to follow the child’s previous choice.”

Fuabro stared intently at the gem button. Although the question was addressed to "you," the most important thing was to see the old man's answer on the other side of the button.

The sound of the book slamming shut echoed as the old man said in a helpless tone, "I admit it was my oversight before, but I never expected that the last bloodline in this world would be male."

"What does it have to do with whether he is a man or a woman?"

"It's of great importance..." The old man's voice was full of weariness and frustration. "Originally, this generation's [Le Zhengling] would only be a woman. Her duty is to continue the bloodline of both families. She can do it in any parallel world. As long as the bloodline is not broken, there is a chance to salvage everything."

"What does it have to do with whether he is male or female?" Fuabro repeated, but this time his meaning was different from before. If it really was just about continuing the bloodline, there should be no difference between male and female.

The old man remained silent, and Fuabro waited quietly.

“Old man, tell him,” Tsbia, who was not very noticeable, said. “After all, it seems that Fuabro cares about that child. If we entrust the child’s safety to him, we will feel more at ease, right? After all, you and I have too many things to do.”

"...If Yue Zhengling were a man, then the question of 'saving the world' would find the answer we want in his next generation."

In a space out of sight of the other two, the old man sat in a chair, watching the fleeting starlight, his eyes filled with both hope and despair.

That hope stemmed from the glimpse of a bright future, the realization that his duty had finally come to an end, and the fact that this broken and worn-out body could finally meet its conclusion.

Despair, however, is the complete blank regarding the future of this [Le Zhengling]. He cannot glimpse even a fraction of it, which is a very serious matter, because it means that the future of this [Le Zhengling] is uncertain.

If something were to happen to Yue Zhengling along the way, this glimmer of hope would turn into deeper despair, and the old man didn't know if his spirit would be able to hold on until the next miracle arrived.

Miracles wouldn't be called miracles if they happened frequently.

The despair of losing hope that is within reach is more terrifying than the despair of not knowing when it will happen.

However, what is most painful is not despair, nor is it hope that is within reach but cannot be obtained, but rather when you still feel that there is a glimmer of hope.

"Fuabro Lowein, I am both selfish and selfless, both strong and weak, indignant at evil but also mocking of good. To many, I am just a crazy old man who likes to cause trouble."

“Every time I get involved, it seems like I’m making things worse, but they never realize that if I don’t get involved, things are not just worse.”

"Correct the world line, fix the polarization error, cut off the major source of bad spots, set up new star anchors, repair the planetary protective membrane, monitor the changes of the star destroyers, guard the gate of the inner sea of ​​the star... I have too many important things to do." After saying these words, the old man closed his eyes wearily.

“That’s not an excuse for your previous refusal to help that child.” Fuabro could almost see the other man’s exhaustion, but his tone was still full of contempt.

“I am also a human being. I get tired, I make mistakes, and I can be deceived. The matter of Yue Zhengling is a series of coincidences that led to gaps in my knowledge.”

The old man reopened his eyes and took out the transparent glass ball.

“When he asked me for help, I didn’t give it to him because it was too important. At that time, I knew clearly how to choose between the weight of that thing and Yue Zhengling.”

"Even now, even if I had known that this [Le Zhengling] was a man, I still wouldn't have given him [this thing], because it doesn't belong to him. His next generation might be the true owner of [this thing], but it definitely won't be him."

Fuabro fell silent, because he also knew what "that thing" represented, so he agreed with the old man's words.

"As you just saw, part of that thing has the power to destroy the world. If I give it the main part I have and something goes wrong, then the destruction will not be a small problem like destroying one or two worlds."

The old man continued, "I can't be sure whether the person who encouraged him to ask me for this thing was someone who really knew nothing about it, or whether it was a conspiracy by someone. I dare not gamble, nor can I gamble."

“I understand, but I can’t accept it.” After saying this, Fuabro turned around and walked towards Yue Zhengling. Although he said he couldn’t accept it, he knew that he had been persuaded.

“Actually, I haven’t finished speaking yet.” The old man looked at Fuaburo’s back through the button. “The necklace around Le Zhengling’s neck shouldn’t be here. It should have been kept by Le Zhengtu.”

“I don’t believe that Yue Zhengtu is so senile as to forget this at home. Since he lived with [Yue Zhengling] in this world, it means he knows his grandson’s gender very well, but he didn’t say anything and blocked my [view], so…”

At this point, the old man paused for a moment, "Then I strongly suspect that all of this was designed."

Chapter 49 Whose Scheme Is This?

This question elicited a curt "Is that so?" from Fuabro, and was then quickly dismissed.

Even if the other party hadn't said it, he had already anticipated this. If Yue Zhengweng was a chess player, he was definitely a chess piece. And sadly, it seems that Yue Zhengling was just like him, a chess piece.

The piece located on the center point (Tengen) for the first player is the center point of the game, and the entire game revolves around this piece.

Fuaburo walked to Le Zhengling's side, looked at Le Zhengling who had resumed breathing but had not yet woken up, and ultimately said nothing. Instead, he sent a magical beast to carry him on his back and then walked back to Tsbia's side.

“Take him to the Guanbuzi City General Hospital. I’ve set up a workshop there where we can give him a thorough examination and also handle other matters,” Tsbia said, looking at the fast-sleeping Le Zhengling.

“…If he wakes up, I hope you will respect his choice.” Although Fuabro said this, he knew in fact that it was impossible.

Tsbia sighed deeply, then looked at the spot where Yue Zhengling had been lying. "Although I didn't ask before, that head... it belonged to Araya Sōren, didn't it?"

"You know that magician?" Fuabro's gaze suddenly sharpened.

“Of course I know him, he’s my partner.” Tsbia shrugged nonchalantly. “And I’ve been keeping an eye on him, but it looks like he did something he shouldn’t have while I was doing other things.”

As he spoke, he looked at Yue Zhengling's now unharmed chest. "The murderer who killed this child must be him. If so, what did Araya Sōren discover that made him want to kill him?"

As he said this, Tsbia's mind was already racing, because he knew that Araya Sōren was not someone who spoke without purpose. Such a seeker of the Way, who possessed the will to save the world, always acted with a strong purpose.

“We’ll talk about these things later. Let’s leave here first. My avatar, which I use to monitor, tells me that the Holy Church has already taken action. Tonight’s events have gotten a bit out of hand.”