Dad, Please Let Me Be Your One-and-Only! Chapter 405
The girl gave the command, Valkyrie behind her transformed into a thin mist, merging into the light, magical Magic Armor, forging a gleaming and sturdy skirt and light armor. At the same time, the Valkyrie's combat skills also emerged, blending into her memories and instincts.
The value of these skills, of course, cannot compare to [the Brave's Blessing].
But her Dad's skills were so advanced that they were incomprehensible. When she unleashed a near-perfect attack, it was like an ordinary person pressing the launch button on a missile—they knew how but not why, and they couldn't learn a thing from it.
On the contrary, Valkyrie's skills, each time she integrates them, bring new insights and improvements, making them suitable for her current social class.
On the other hand, [Brave's Blessing] only activates passively when facing Calamity Beasts. If it is not activated passively, it takes too much effort to activate actively.
Above the sky, scorching Magic Element surged and boiled, accompanied by the roar of the shattering Silver Mirror. Multiple Magic Clone were born, one wielding Mercury Sword, one wielding the Annihilation King Sword, and one wielding Spiral Magic Sword.
Chu Wangshu looked up at the magnificent scene and felt a chill run down her spine.
Although I knew from previous encounters that the program programmed into the Divine Sentient Body would adjust the difficulty of subsequent battles based on the time it took to defeat the first Magic Clone.
But... she cheated her way through using her mother's blessing! Without that counter-damage skill, she couldn't even defeat one of Qing Bao's clones, let alone fight against Qing Bao with three hands wielding different spells.
The next second, the crimson and black sea of fire burning the atmosphere, under the spell of the Spiral Magic Sword, converged into an energy pillar wrapped in thunder, storm, and mist. It flickered in space, disappeared from the dome, and instantly fell to the earth, like divine punishment, judging all things.
Rumble rumble rumble!!!
At this moment, neither [Final Blessing] nor the two newly acquired sequences had any room to maneuver, facing a terrifying catastrophe with overwhelming force. The fear of death made [Brave's Blessing] shine brightly.
In a daze,
The girl's mind was single-minded and clear. Her ego expanded infinitely, penetrating the universe, and then collapsed infinitely, entering her flesh and blood cells. Energy and matter from the void were frantically drawn out and gathered in a wisp of inner fire, unleashing the strongest punch of her life.
A breath later, the Pure White Witch's spell collapsed and shattered. The attack, belonging to the complete realm, stood against it for a moment before exploding together in a violent energy reaction, leaving the earth desolate and the Silver Mirror shattered.
At this moment, the roots of the Mirror Tree were ablaze, and the place where Chu Wangshu had just been was now empty. The illusory world began to freeze and melt away, and this trial once again came to an end.
In reality,
Chu Wangshu lay in the cabin, her mind filled with the pain of flames licking her skin, the heat of lightning piercing her flesh, and the horror of her limbs melting and turning into charred ashes.
The girl's delicate brows furrowed slightly, clearly showing immense pain, but unlike the first few times, she didn't lose her mind in the half-asleep, half-awake hallucinations of pain, bursting into tears of grievance and crying miserably.
After a long while, with the Divine Sentient Body's Thought Branch providing immense spiritual nourishment, she finally emerged from the nightmare of death and returned to reality.
Chu Wangshu composed herself, stepped out of the cabin, and requested to watch a post-war replay.
In the scene, just before her death, Charlotte's [Funeral Procession] was activated again, but as she poured all her Magic Element and power into that punch, the protection of [Funeral Procession] visibly dimmed and did not reach the sky to complete the counterattack.
The girl suddenly realized that her mother's blessing was essentially based on her own magic, not a true blessing bestowed upon her by the Funeral Procession.
Therefore, when facing a terrifying opponent like your Dad, you should always activate [Gift of the Stars], connect to endless dimensions, and enter infinite mana mode to fully utilize your parents' blessings.
"My reaction time is still too slow, and my combat thinking isn't quick enough. I need to continue training more."
"The Silver Law cannot perfectly replicate [Full Bloom] yet. Perhaps I should ask other seniors who know [Full Bloom] more often. That way, when I reach [Full Bloom], I should be able to use this sequence to obtain a higher level of immortality."
"Valkyrie's mist-like ability can be transferred to me, so the possession state of Spirit Descent is more useful than being a servant."
Chu Wangshu reflected on everything, identifying areas for improvement. She picked up the sunflower that had fallen asleep while waiting for her, and while petting the adorable creature, she murmured:
"I wonder how many sequences [the Child of Man] still has hidden. Let's dig out a few more these next few days; perhaps we'll find some even more useful magic."
Upon hearing this, the sunflower chirped and nuzzled the girl's chin with its little head, as if to express its agreement, swaying its large tail, looking exceptionally cute.
Chu Wangshu felt greatly healed by the Lantern Fairy, and couldn't help but hug her and inhale her breath a few times. She smiled innocently, her eyes sparkling, and lifted her high, saying earnestly:
"Let's work together to protect Dad, Sunflower!"
"Chirp!"
Rose Street, a small villa, and a lawn in the backyard.
Xie Qingxuan stroked Dril, who lay on the side of the giant wolf. Her fluffy ears twitched, and her dark pupils glowed with maternal light, exuding a strange and wonderful aura.
If you delve into the soul, you will find that this person is in a state of Meditation State, assembling an incredibly sophisticated personality model with unbelievable efficiency.
Little Sakura lay beside her, seemingly fast asleep.
Tang Liuli sat beside them, her pupils shimmering with a misty emerald green light. Her face was covered by a cold, hard mask, obscuring her expression. In her hand, illusory spikes embraced the two of them in a chilling manner, intertwining and piercing their skin and flesh like thorns.
Soul Manipulation Transfers memories.
[Mask] completes reality.
The cumulative effect of these two factors continuously transmits a large amount of information about Tang Liuli, Chu Yuanqing, and Kiriwake Yayoi, frantically accelerating the completion of the personality model.
During the six months in the ideal country,
Xie Qingxuan's [Wise King] has yet to produce a single knight.
The reason is nothing more than a habitual pursuit of perfection.
Once the personality model reaches 10% completion, it can be shaped.
As time passed and memories from the first playthrough slowly resurfaced, the personality puzzles of all the teammates, without exception, exceeded 60%, almost reaching the stage of ripeness and completion.
However, after recent discussions and with Tang Liuli's suggestion, the three of them unanimously decided to test the limits of the [Wise King] to add an extra layer of insurance for the stormy future.
In Xie Qingxuan's mind, the turbulent storm grew stronger and stronger. With her own help, the two personality puzzles in her mind were gradually perfected to the extreme, pushing them to an infinitely close progress of 100%.
Then, a few shimmering rays of light merged into it, and as a large amount of Magic Element surged intensely, the outlines of those figures became clear, eventually transforming into three marks.
Matsuzaki Cherry.
Scottish Green Rose.
And, the pure white rosebuds.
Sea Capital, a residential community.
Chu Yuanqing closed the storybook and glanced at the bedside table, where there were some gifts of condolence from Iris, Ji Qianju, Xiaoyu, and Violet.
These three children will be staying in the apartment across the hall for the next few days, presumably sent by Astrid to protect them.
"Don't overthink it, Beelzebub is worth the trip of the three captains."
A silver-haired, red-eyed woman sat by the window, her body and face translucent in the light. Her gaze, lowered and filled with worry, asked:
"Don't you really need the Relief Witch's healing?"
Chu Yuanqing shook her head, smiled, and said softly:
"It's a waste, don't even try."
Ji Qianju's magic has great potential, and she is a promising junior, but she is still too inexperienced. Her magic, which cannot even resurrect, has no chance against the curse.
Furthermore, even if time were reversed and cause and effect were reversed, it would not overcome the root of nothingness. The correction of the Sea of Truth is enough to crush the limits of this planet, this single universe, and this civilization for billions of years to come.
The Magical Girl genre is quite unique.
But ultimately, this is also the change she brought about.
Chu Yuanqing should be grateful, grateful that the moment the Pure White Witch was born, a completely new causal thread was added to this identity.
Otherwise, in the process of forgetting Chu Yuanqing and the boy's appearance, she would enter the void, triggering the mechanism left deep in her soul, transforming into raging flames, and prematurely igniting the final battle.
Now, the clone technique, which was constructed and woven according to the initial wish, can no longer reproduce the father figure that his daughter is familiar with.
Even when looking at old photos, she can only see emptiness, unable to imitate the weaving. Perhaps only at the moment of death will she truly remember her past self.
Chu Yuanqing said softly:
"Astrid, please start my live stream."
"Sure, but may I ask what you want to do?"
The golden light in Chu Yuanqing's eyes dimmed, her expression calm, her delicate face revealing emotions no one could decipher. She examined her increasingly broken, blank, and pitted self, her lips moving slightly as she whispered:
I want it to be more lively.
That way... perhaps we can delay our descent into nothingness.
Astrid remained silent for a moment. She remembered the prophetic poem that Relief Witch— "Loneliness"—and combined it with Chu Yuanqing's current answer, she could taste a certain profound meaning in it.
"The nano-camera is ready. I've downloaded an app on your phone that allows you to turn the live stream on and off at any time. Privacy mode is also set up, so you don't need to worry about anything else."
"When you start a live stream, various platforms will push the stream to you, and you can set the push level in the app."
After speaking, the Super AI did not disappear as usual. Instead, like an electronic pet, it moved a virtual stool and sat down by the bed, seemingly feeling that the prophetic poem was very ominous and deciding to personally guard Qing Bao's side.
When the live stream started, the entire internet in the Great Xia went wild. In less than 60 seconds, 100,000 people were online, and the dense barrage of comments, generated by virtual reality technology, filled the room like swimming fish.
"Ha! We finally saw Qing Bao alive???"
"Waaaaah, is Qing Bao feeling better? Why are you live streaming???"
"Cute, cute, cute???"
"Qing Bao, you are a healthy and adorable baby. Please don't push yourself so hard in the future, okay?"
Even if you can't Public Performance, I still believe you're the best!
Chu Yuanqing did not use any magic to disguise her appearance. The depths of her eyes were a noble and divine gilded light, and her hair was as pure as frost and snow, or like the downy feathers of an angel, white and flawless. Even though she was weak and dim, she still shone brightly in front of the camera.
This person, who has been the center of attention, has shed the majesty and brilliance of Savior. She is like the most down-to-earth and pure Little Idol, patiently answering questions from the live chat while coughing, with a bright smile on her lips, showing no trace of the melancholy caused by illness.
Outside the door,
The Doomsday Diva leaned against the wall, the lively and enthusiastic atmosphere of the fairyland fading away. Her once smiling eyes had lost their warmth, and her frosty blue eyelashes drooped, concealing many unspoken thoughts. Her hand grasped her fair wrist, touching the Contract Chain was gradually dimming.
A thousand words, all ultimately contemplated in silence.
Volume 1: 378. On the day of the Public Performance, the prelude.
Time flies, and the surging undercurrents are all obscured by the brilliant sunlight.
Beelzebub's true form is unknown, and no other incarnation has been found to date. The gluttonous marks it spread totaled in the millions. It was only through the tireless efforts of the Relief Witch, working around the clock, that these marks were removed with the "Rain of Salvation," and a blessing of protection was bestowed upon it to prevent secondary contamination.
But no one knows whether there are other Beast of Love, or even Apostles, lurking in the shadows.
The following day, Ji Qianju's prophetic poem was updated again.
[Tears], [Portrait of My Daughter], [When a Lamp Broken].
This poem is even more obscure and difficult to understand, but the title alone reveals that all their efforts in the past 24 hours have failed to shift the situation toward a better future, as if nothing can be reversed.
Especially the last prophetic poem, the tactical think tank of the Countermeasures Bureau unanimously believes that this lamp that is about to break most likely refers to the current General Captain, [Lighthouse], popular idol, and the past Savior - Chu Yuanqing.
This caused anxiety and a somber atmosphere in the upper council. After an emergency discussion, they decided to mobilize manpower again and send an additional Captain-Class to assist.
--Dorothea, the Fairy Tale Witch.
This Captain-Class Witch, who once slew a bishop in the ideal land and single-handedly suppressed a riot in a forbidden zone, is ranked among the top three in the Countermeasures Bureau's Combat Power rankings, even surpassing the Dragon Witch. Her Destined Magic is [Lonely Fairy Tale].
As for specific abilities, they tend to be a fusion of concepts and rules. They can ignore the strength of the enemy based on their will and preferences, turning them into fairy-tale creatures with a style that is different from reality and leans towards cuteness, and then determine the winner through games or other means.
In short, once defeated by her, even the most ferocious and terrifying A-Class Calamity Beasts will be transformed into two-dimensional patterns in her magic book and become members of the Fairy Tale Legion.
Thus, the four Captain-Class Witch gathered together at the Public Performance venue on this sunny day, waiting for the storm to arrive.
At the bus hub under Tianpu Bridge, a bustling crowd had gathered. Yellow warning tapes that had been set up in advance, along with buses to transport the audience to the Public Performance venue, guided the incredibly enthusiastic viewers.
The number of invited audience members reached 30,000, more than double the 15,000 announced two months ago.
Although ostensibly it was to compensate Capital audiences who had to travel to Sea Capital to watch the performance, so 10,000 extra tickets were drawn there, 5,000 water tickets were also given to the Sea Capital audience.
But in reality, it was the result of accelerating the pace of "Flash Dance" in order to allow the Little Idol to absorb as much nourishment as possible, taking into account various factors.
The sheer volume of people meant that the area outside the Public Performance, which started at noon, was extremely congested from early morning. Amidst the summer heat, there were ticket holders and fans who had come just to join the fun and hopefully catch a glimpse of their favorite idol.
Along the road, almost all the people were disguised as police officers, armed to the teeth with ether technology, and ready to deal with any crisis. Magical Girl were also hidden in the crowd, waiting for instructions.
"Wow, Ling Bao, there are so many people here! And it's so hot!"
Pei Xiaotong, carrying a small backpack, followed behind her cousin, her eyes curiously scanning the crowd around her. Squeezed into the stuffy passage, she drank iced lemon tea while using a small electric fan to cool her rosy cheeks.
Xu Ling adjusted the camera hanging around her neck. She glanced back at the excited girl. Because of the recent extra tickets, Pei Xiaotong, who won the grand prize, was lucky enough to receive a Public Performance ticket the day before yesterday, which made her so excited that she could hardly sleep last night.
The girl helplessly tugged at the other person's arm, reminding them:
"Don't get lost while you're looking around, the venue is huge."
"Also, don't drink too much water, it'll be a huge hassle to go to the toilet later."
"Okay, I'll be good."