How many siblings did I have?
In the past, Nian could proudly and boldly say, "Eleven! Twelve including me!" But now, that statement needed a huge question mark. Nian could not help wondering—what if she had more siblings?
Had he or she already died?
Died beneath that sword slashing toward all living things, becoming one of the nearly thousand Xuanyuan Swords. Died an unforgettable death, while she had merely... forgotten?
This suspicion became something akin to a mental illness, affecting much of her behavior from then on.
Nian was thoroughly frightened.
After being mercilessly mocked by her siblings, she temporarily left Yan Kingdom. No one believed her, but unexpectedly, the Snow Mountain God of Kjerag treated her like a kindred spirit. The two of them seemed like prophets of the divine world, immediately developing a sense of mutual appreciation.
"If you cannot find anywhere to settle, go to Rhodes Island."
That was what the Snow Mountain God said.
Nian found it somewhat surprising. It was hardly common for a god to name a modern place so accurately. The subtle sense of dissonance set Nian on her journey, and several hours later, she arrived at the landship's boarding bay.
"This feels like a nice place."
Nian stretched lazily, feeling the shadows in her heart lessen, perhaps because of the ancient nature of Rhodes Island's vessel itself.
When arriving at an organization, the first place to inspect was naturally the cafeteria.
Nian wandered at her leisure, her snow-white boots making nearly imperceptible sounds against the alloy floor. She was the god of forging; a momentary panic was not enough to make her lose her authority. If she wished it, anywhere could be her backyard.
Well, Nian did not dare say that now.
She strode straight ahead. Aside from the three-headed hellhound pup