Chapter 388

After listening to the ancestor's words, Noa pondered for a moment and asked,

"The prophecy mentions that the one who wields thunder will save the world?"

"Yes. Later generations referred to him as the 'Son of Lightning' for convenience."

"Has this Son of Lightning appeared yet?"

"The prophesied Son of Lightning did not appear until I sealed myself away."

The ancestor, still in the "cat with its paws in its pocket" posture, nestled in front of Noah, the little devil's figure reflected in his inverted dragon eyes. "Of course, the apocalypse didn't happen either. According to the priest, the Son of Lightning should have appeared at the same time as the disaster."

"Only at the moment when the fear of all things descends can he truly become the prophesied Son of Lightning."

Noa nodded thoughtfully, then asked,

"You just said that even you have to refer to this prophecy, what... does that mean?"

"What I mean is, when I was in my ruins, I chose to have my soul reside in your body not only because Constantine was a mad dragon and not suitable to be a host, but also because... your Lightning magic really impressed me."

For a long time, the ancestor rarely praised Noa —of course, Noa wasn't the kind of child who sought praise for every little thing she did; she didn't care whether the ancestor praised her or not.

But the phrase "Your Lightning magic really impressed me" was truly said from the bottom of my heart.

"At only five years old, to be able to use Lightning magic of that strength, and even use it to defeat the giant guarding the ruins, is truly remarkable."

The old ancestor said slowly, "So I think you little brat might become the prophesied Son of Lightning."

Noa was taken aback and blinked.

Although she felt a slight ripple in her heart, she wasn't someone who really believed in fate or coincidence.

She waved her arm. "If that's really the case, then you accomplished your mission of saving the world far too easily, didn't you?"

After a pause, Noa added, "And as you just said, the prophesied Son of Lightning will only appear when that apocalypse truly arrives."

"Well, these are all uncertain things. As I said, prophecies can only be taken as a reference."

"Oh, if that's the case, then it makes some sense."

"So, kid, do you want to become the savior, the Son of Lightning? I can help you, as long as you give me your body~"

"If you were a weird old man, I would have already told my dad when you said that."

Noa said coldly, "So, as an old lady, can you please stop saying things like you want to take over other people's bodies?"

Although the old man and the young man are still bickering, their relationship has clearly eased a lot compared to when they first met.

Because Noa used to call him "old man" back then.

So now, the term "old auntie" is quite an affectionate way of addressing someone who's always preoccupied with controlling their own body.

"It's because you only give me two hours of usage time each day."

The ancestor spoke with conviction, raising his dragon head as he spoke, "Two hours is only enough to accumulate a tiny bit of Primal Power. When will I be able to recover my full strength?"

"You can resume whenever you want. If you keep nagging, I'll reduce the borrowing time to one hour."

"..."

Alas, living under someone else's roof, there's nothing I can do.

The ancestor obediently lay back down, then let out a helpless dragon sigh.

However, she also knew that Noa's attitude towards her had softened considerably.

This little girl isn't actually as fierce as she looks; she just treats her interactions with herself as a kind of "confrontation" or "game."

Her father was very talented and taught her a lot of game theory skills.

Noa also put her knowledge to good use, applying all those skills to this "negotiation table" regarding control of the body.

As for other aspects, the ancestor could clearly sense that this Silver Dragon Princess was a very good little imp.

Even when he couldn't control Noa's body, the Ancestor could still see and hear what Noah saw and heard within her consciousness space.

A few days ago, Noa found a lot of historical documents about the ancient Dragon civil war and learned how great the Primal Dragon King was who quelled the war.

As a sensible child who admires heroes and longs to become stronger, Noa could not possibly be without reverence for this ancestor.

However, this respect was mostly only reflected in her inner thoughts.

When it comes to words, it becomes something like, "Auntie, please don't worry about my health."

After all, Noa didn't want to lose this "negotiation".

"Let's get back to the topic we were talking about earlier."

The old ancestor said, "Such powerful Lightning magic, was it all taught to you by your father?"

Noa nodded. "My Dad started teaching me when I was two years old."

"You're only five years old, and in just three short years you've become so skilled at using Lightning magic... and you still say you're not the Son of Lightning!"

The old man has learned to "make modern jokes" now.

Noa only gave a perfunctory, forced smile.

"Does knowing Lightning magic make Son of Lightning? There are plenty of Son of Lightning on the Samael Continent, enough to form an army."

The old ancestor chuckled, then said with an air of seriousness, "That's not right. You're not an ordinary user of Lightning magic."

Noa blinked and asked curiously, "Then who am I?"

"You are a Lightning magic user who has been possessed by me."

"..."

That old guy is here again!

Is it something to be proud of to be possessed by you?

Is it possible to get a perfect GPA in college?

Noa pouted, crossed her arms, ignored her, and turned to walk towards the other end of the waterway.

"Are they leaving already?" the old ancestor asked from behind.

Noa didn't even turn her head. "My sister's back. I don't have time to chat with you."

The small figure gradually disappeared into the dark golden depths, and the ripples on the water slowly faded away.

Noah gazed in the direction the little guy had gone, his eyes lowered, and he murmured to himself.

"Could it be you, Noa?"

97 Damn it, it's coming out!

The door was pushed open, followed by a series of quiet footsteps.

Before long, a tuft of Little Pink Hair peeked in through the bedroom door, only revealing a pair of big eyes as it observed the interior of the bedroom.

Noa detached herself from the consciousness space, slowly opened her eyes, and then turned to look at the doorway.

"Xiao Guang? What are you doing there?"

Seeing that her older sister had noticed her, Xiao Guang stopped hiding behind the door and stepped inside with a big smile.

"Good morning, big sister, what are you doing?"

They automatically ignored Noa's question and focused on taking the initiative to turn the tables.

"Read a book."

I can't exactly tell you that I'm giving a history lesson to an ancient relic from tens of thousands of years ago, can I?

Upon hearing this, Xiao Guang glanced at the desk in front of Noa, where there was indeed a book.

But the pages weren't turned; the book was just laid flat, showing no signs of having been read.

Moreover, according to Xiao Guang's observation, this book has been on his older sister's desk for at least a week.

Given my older sister's reading efficiency, she could finish a book this thick in three days at most.

So... reading is just a pretense for her; in reality, she's sitting here doing something else.

Is it still related to the strange behavior of my older sister a while ago?

Aurorla still remembers this incident.

After much thought, Xiao Guang decided to put into practice his new 'ghost-catching' plan, which he had been brewing for several days.

"Where did Mu En go?" Noa asked.

"Oh, my second sister and Dad are playing in the backyard."

Noa nodded slightly, didn't ask any more questions, and turned to pick up the book on the table to read.

Xiao Guang was right; this book was indeed just a cover. Noa had already finished reading it, but she just forgot to switch to another one.

But unexpectedly, Xiao Guang accurately caught Noa's little oversight.

Noa was absentmindedly glancing at the contents of her book when she heard the sound of a chair leg scraping against the floor.

She looked in the direction of the sound and saw Xiao Guang pushing a chair taller than herself closer to her, then climbing onto the chair using both hands and feet.

"What are you going to do, Hikaru?"

"I'll study with you, big sister. You found me a lot of reading materials about next semester's courses, so I'll preview them."

"Oh... okay."

Noa didn't think much of it and buried her head in her book, pretending to read.

Xiao Guang obediently took out a pre-reading book that her older sister had prepared for her and started flipping through it on her own.

But those bright pink eyes kept sneaking glances at Noa.

After a while, Xiao Guang felt that the time was right and it was time to take action.

Snap—

The book in Xiao Guang's hand suddenly fell to the ground.

He stumbled and fell off the chair.

Seeing this, Noa quickly went over and supported Xiaoguang's shoulder, asking worriedly, "Are you alright, Xiaoguang? Did you hurt yourself?"

Xiao Guang, however, leaned against his older sister's chest, his brows furrowed, one hand covering his temple, his face contorted in pain.

"Ugh!... It hurts so much... it's so painful!"

"Where does it hurt? Did you hurt your back in the fall?"

"No! Don't! Don't come out!"

Just as Noa was about to examine Xiaoguang, she suddenly heard this sentence.

Juan Wang looked completely bewildered.

What... don't want to come out?

"Xiao Guang?"

"Big sister... ugh! -- Run! I can't control myself! My second personality is about to come out!"

"Ha?"

"She's coming out! She's coming out!"

Xiao Guang kicked its legs twice, tapped its tail, and then 'fainted' in Noa's arms.

Noa was startled and quickly shook Xiao Guang, "Hey! Hey Xiao Guang, don't scare me! I'll take you to find—"

Hahahaha! —

Before Noa could finish speaking, Xiao Guang, who had been unconscious just a second ago, suddenly sprang out of her arms with a somersault.

The Little Pink Hair stood in front of Noa, hands on her hips, her face beaming with smugness.

Noa was even more confused.

What kind of show is this?

Did you lose the dare?

"Little... Light?" Noa called her sister's name tentatively.