Otto was Bronya's backup option.
Once Cocolia disappointed Bronya, she would understand whom she should choose. Then, he would gain an obedient subordinate.
So now, he had even more reason to...
Trample Cocolia's arrangements and plans in Changkong City.
Chapter 22: Do You Know Cecilia's Pain?
The room Bronya had left still retained a faint trace of her scent.
After turning off the lights, Otto lay on the bed Bronya had used, though his brows were furrowed.
"Raiden Mei."
Otto softly spoke Mei's name. Even though it was already past three in the morning, he still did not feel the slightest bit sleepy.
Like a mischievous child about to go on an outing the next day.
He looked at the system panel. He had completed the task at the last minute last night, so the daily mission should have refreshed by now, right?
Daily Mission Have any Valkyrie call you "Dad" in front of someone else. Mission reward: 100 Crystals. Mission status: Incomplete.
Otto: ...
He felt like he was getting used to this. Otto was not particularly surprised, but he had not expected that it would have to be done in front of someone else this time.
At present, the only one who could serve as a tool for farming missions was Kiana. But getting Kiana to call him Dad, and doing so in front of others...
Swallowing hard, Otto chose to close his eyes and sleep. Anything was possible in dreams.
But not long after, he opened his eyes again.
It was not because he had thought of how to make Kiana pant and call him Dad outside. His jade-green eyes stared at the 300 Crystals and 450 Friendship Points on the system panel.
280 Crystals could be used for one Standard Supply pull, while 280 Friendship Points could be used for one Friendship Supply pull.
Right now, he could pull once from each.
If he drew a Herrscher Core, he would soar straight to the top.
Otto narrowed his eyes. He was not an indecisive man.
If he did not pull now, when would he?
Pull!
Congratulations, you have obtained USP45!
?
Otto looked at the small handgun that had appeared in his inventory. If he remembered correctly, was this not some trash one-star starter weapon?
He had pulled from the Friendship Supply. The method of obtaining Friendship Points was made so mysterious that Otto had thought this Friendship Supply would at least give him a surprise.
Now, there was surprise, but no joy whatsoever.
Would This Bishop lack a USP45? With a single word, I could have Schicksal send over tens of thousands of them. Why would I need to draw one from you, System???
Friendship Supply was all trash.
Otto had made his assessment.
Turning his gaze toward the Standard Supply, Otto's heart suddenly tightened as he realized something was off.
The pool did not state that a ten-pull guaranteed an A-rank Valkyrie, four-star Stigmata, or weapon!
"System, does this Standard Supply pool have a pity system?"
Host, if you can get a good pull in one draw, why would you need pity?
Heh, now that was something This Bishop liked to hear.
Without dwelling on it further, Otto was now holding dreams in his hand. He would use these 280 Crystals to create a miracle.
Without hesitation, Otto pressed the button for a single supply pull.
The image on the system panel abruptly changed. A HOMU box etched into his DNA descended from above, then exploded fiercely before Otto's eyes.
Purple light flashed!
Ohohohohoho!!!!
Otto leaned back in excitement and sucked in a sharp breath!
Congratulations, Host, you have obtained the Stigmata "Cecilia Schariac - Middle."
A Stigmata, huh.
Otto's surprise faded somewhat, because he did not know whether there was some catch to this Stigmata.
"System, how am I supposed to claim this Stigmata?"
"Don't tell me I have to turn Cecilia into a Stigmata?"
Cecilia was dead.
And most likely, not even her bones remained.
This system comes equipped with a complete Stigmata terminal. Please rest assured, Host, there is no need for you to do anything else in the real world.
Would you like to equip the Stigmata now?
"And what effects will I get after equipping it?"
Otto still asked cautiously. After all, he had already been tricked once.
The most basic effect is an enhancement to your combat capabilities. As for how much of the Stigmata's power you can wield, that will depend on your compatibility with it.
"My Soul Steel body can use a Stigmata too?"
This system will directly engrave the Stigmata upon your soul. There are no physical restrictions. If you feel uncomfortable, you may remove the Stigmata at any time after equipping it.
"Fine, equip it."
He had asked everything he needed to ask. Lying on the bed, Otto thought that with part of Cecilia's power, his ability to protect himself would become much stronger.
He really had hit the jackpot.
But...
This system will now engrave the Stigmata for you. If anything happens next, please do not panic. Not that panicking would help anyway.
Otto began to feel that something was wrong.
Stigmata engraving begins.
"Wait, I'm not equipping the Stigmata yet."
Otto sensed danger, but it was already too late.
A stabbing pain came from his head, and his consciousness turned muddled. Otto struggled to raise his hand, but his body seemed no longer his own. His head grew heavy, and before long, his raised hand fell back onto the bed.
"Are you ready?"
A man's voice sounded beside his ear.
That voice sounded somewhat familiar.
Otto opened his eyes. The glaring light before him nearly kept him from opening them at all. He laboriously glanced to either side and discovered that he was lying somewhere that resembled an operating table.
Then, he saw...
"Me" standing beside the operating table.
Wait, why was there another me standing next to me?
Otto had not yet processed it. He was clearly lying on the operating table, so why was there another "Otto" in a white lab coat standing beside it?
A terrible thought arose in his heart.
Could this... be "Otto himself"!?
That ruthless, genuine "Bishop Otto"!?
Had he been exposed, and was he about to be dissected and studied by the real "Otto"!?
"Have you thought about what to name the child?"
But in the next moment, "Otto" in the white coat spoke in a very calm voice.
A child?
Bishop Otto, are you planning to stuff me into a female body and make me bear you a child?
I can't do that.
But in the next moment, Otto discovered that his mouth moved.
"Not yet, Lord Overseer."
A gentle female voice came from Otto's current mouth.
Huh? Why had my voice become like this? It even sounded rather nice.
"Is that so?" White-clad Otto said. "This will surely be a good child, just like you."
Then, Otto suddenly felt a sharp pain in his stomach, as though someone inside was mischievously kicking.
What was going on?
"Lord Overseer, the child seems to be kicking me. She must really want to come out right away."
The gentle voice trembled slightly, yet it was filled with profound love.
"It is about time, Cecilia. Prepare yourself."
"Thank you, Lord Overseer."
The white-haired Valkyrie lying on the operating table revealed a sorrowful smile. The radiance of motherhood made her look extraordinarily beautiful.
By this point, Otto understood that he was watching Cecilia's memories.
Could this be the so-called Stigmata Memory?
Damn it, why had the System not said he would have to experience something like this? It had even said there was no need for the Host to do anything in the real world.
So this was where the trick was?
Yet Otto could not do anything. Though he felt as if he were personally experiencing it all, he could only keep watching from Cecilia's perspective, like watching a first-person movie.
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Still, this felt far too real. This pain...
Wait...
This scene...
Otto suddenly realized what memory this was.
No way...
Unbearable pain assaulted Otto's soul, as if it would tear him apart. If he could move, he absolutely would not be able to stop himself from screaming.
What was filial piety? What was love?
Along with Cecilia's cries, along with pain that ordinary people could never endure, came the birth and cries of new life.
Otto felt the greatness of maternal love and the weight of new life.
Chapter 23: A Quick Taste of Family
Waking in the morning, Kiana opened her eyes and looked at the pristine white ceiling.
Hugging a soft pillow and lying on a soft bed that seemed ready to swallow her whole, Kiana rubbed her eyes, still carrying a trace of sleepiness.
Sitting up from the bed, Kiana stretched. Her pale pink pajamas lifted, revealing her cute, playful belly.
"It's eight already..."
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