Die Treasure Hug

The train doors opened slowly, and a slender figure stepped out.

She was a purple-haired girl with pointed ears, her form so light it seemed a mere breeze could carry her away.

She wore a gorgeous dress adorned with fresh flowers, looking as beautiful as a tiny sprite dancing amidst a flowerbed.

"Die... Die Treasure!"

"My lady... we meet again."

The purple-haired girl's eyes, which had been dazed and vacant, suddenly lit up the moment she saw Stelle. A gentle radiance spread rapidly across her gaze, and crystalline tears welled up in her eyes.

Unable to restrain herself any longer, she took quick, light steps forward and opened her arms.

Ignoring the dust Stelle had picked up from rummaging through trash cans, she pulled her straight into a hug.

The girl before her was none other than Castorice, the Demigod of Death who had adventured alongside Stelle in Amphoreus and had only hugged her once before.

Stelle felt the warmth of the person in her arms, her little heart pounding wildly; she was so excited she nearly jumped on the spot.

She never imagined that her first ten-pull would actually land her her wife, Castorice!

Besides, shouldn't Castorice be staying inside As I Have Written right now?

Could it be that Aha had manifested to grant her a special reward?

Regardless, at this moment, Castorice felt like a living, breathing person to Stelle—her touch was warm, and her scent was distinct.

As expected of the power of an Aeon; to think it could even accomplish something like this!

If that were the case, as long as she obtained more rewards, couldn't she pull over even more of her wives?

"Wow, this girl is so beautiful!"

"The clothes she's wearing look like she's about to attend a grand concert!"

"How did she appear so suddenly? The Sky Screen rewarded Stelle with ten Train Tickets, but what exactly are those?"

"This woman who appeared out of nowhere... she gives me such a dangerous feeling..."

"Such a beautiful girl, if only I could..."

The surrounding crowd whispered among themselves, their faces filled with shock and curiosity.

They could not see the scene of Stelle's ten-pull, nor could they see the train or Pom-Pom.

They only saw Castorice suddenly appear before Stelle and pull her into an embrace.

Stelle was beautiful enough, but her behavior was always too abstract.

She was always rummaging through trash cans, which often made people overlook her appearance.

But the Castorice before them wore an exquisite flower crown, and her moon-white skirt was covered in flower buds.

Her long purple hair swayed gently in the breeze, and her entire being exuded an elegant and noble aura.

It made people want to look up in admiration, as if they were gazing upon their own goddess.

Of course, there were also many powerful Spirit Masters who keenly sensed the faint, lingering aura of danger emanating from Castorice.

They couldn't help but retreat repeatedly, their faces full of lingering fear.

Held in Castorice's arms, Stelle felt a familiar yet strange, nameless floral scent swirling around the tip of her nose.

The fragrance was cloyingly sweet, yet carried a hint of fatal temptation, making Stelle instantly forget the meaning of breathing.

Her vision gradually blurred, and the cold reality was replaced by a dreamlike ocean of purple; her nasal cavity was filled with the rich scent of flowers...

Just then, Stelle finally reacted with delayed realization.

This was Castorice's death ability!

At this moment, she felt as if she were immersed in an incomparably sweet dream of death...

Damn it!

Why couldn't the current Castorice just let her have a proper hug?

Stelle's head grew increasingly dizzy, and she finally remembered that she was not in her memory form, but in a living, flesh-and-blood body.

Castorice's death ability could actually affect her!

Castorice, who was holding Stelle tightly, felt the warmth of the person in her arms cooling bit by bit, and her body gradually growing stiff.

She suddenly realized what was happening, and her face was instantly filled with panic as she scrambled to release her arms from around Stelle.

Stelle, who had been lively and fearless just a moment ago, lost the support of Castorice's hug, went limp, and fell heavily to the ground with a "clatter," losing consciousness.

At that moment, several brilliant rays of light descended from the sky and sank directly into Stelle's body.

At the same time, a pink light shot out like lightning, precisely piercing into the body of Mimi, who was rushing toward Stelle in a panic!

"Partner!!"

Mimi shouted anxiously, completely unaware that she had gained the ability to speak.

She hurried to Stelle's side, reached out with her small hand, and gently patted Stelle's cheek, her voice laced with tears:

"Pat-pat! Pat-pat! Partner, please don't be hurt!"

Standing to the side, Castorice tried to place her hand on Stelle, but suddenly withdrew it with a look of panic.

Her Authority of Death was not complete.

As she was now, she was just like when she first met Stelle, possessing only the power that brought death.

The people around them watched this scene, all completely bewildered.

They truly could not fathom why Stelle, who had been full of life just a moment ago, had suddenly collapsed to the ground.

Immediately after, everyone looked at Castorice, who was dressed in gorgeous robes, with faces full of fear. They couldn't help but take several steps back, their expressions terrified.

The Sky Screen had long since exposed Stelle's strength; she was a demigod-level existence, several times more powerful than the Title Douluo of their continent!

Yet, such a powerhouse had been rendered unconscious after a mere light embrace from this girl in purple!

Those who witnessed this scene all gasped in unison.

This girl was so devastatingly beautiful, yet her strength was terrifying to such a degree; she was absolutely not someone they could afford to provoke.

"Castorice, partner... she has only fallen asleep, don't worry about her anymore."

Mimi lay on top of Stelle, pressing her little head against the other's chest to listen, and quickly determined Stelle's current condition.

Seeing Castorice looking so self-reproachful that she was on the verge of tears, she quickly lifted her soft little head and comforted her with a gentle, tender voice.

Castorice hurriedly pressed her palm against her own chest, feeling the heart that had been beating violently from panic gradually calm down.

She let out a long sigh of relief, her voice still trembling with a hint of lingering fear:

"Mimi, thank you."

"As long as she is... as long as she is alright..."

"Urgh..."

Just then, Stelle's eyes flickered slightly, and a soft groan escaped her throat.

This subtle movement was quickly caught by Mimi and Castorice, who had been watching her intently.

Mimi immediately reached out her small hand and gently patted Stelle's cheek, her tone urgent yet cautious:

"Pat-pat, pat-pat!"

"Wake up, partner!"

Only then did Stelle slowly open her heavy eyelids.

Coming into view was Mimi, floating in mid-air with her bright, sparkling eyes, and Castorice, who was crouching to the side, staring at her intently with a face full of worry.

"How is it? How do you feel?"

Mimi's voice was soft and sweet, like cotton candy.

Stelle blinked her still-dazed eyes, her gaze landing on Mimi, and she immediately revealed an expression of disbelief:

"Mimi, how are you able to speak?"