"This... is quite difficult—" Hanxing's voice was hesitant. "First, we need to find where she is. So much time has passed, I'm not even sure if her soul still exists."
"How about... we try using that Propagation mech?" Firefly suggested. "Their power originates from the same source; perhaps we can use it to find her remains." "That's a good idea too." Hanxing nodded, her gaze turning to Silver Wolf.
"I'll leave the notification of the audience and the banquet reservations to you." "Don't worry, I'll handle it." Silver Wolf smiled. Hanxing turned around, tore through space with his bare hands, and took Firefly's hand. "Then, let's go."
In an instant, their feet touched the ground of the Oak Mansion. Firefly looked at the mech pinned to the ground by a lightsaber, a strange emotion flickering in her eyes. Hanxing retrieved a dagger from her spatial storage, slowly approached the mech, and gently plunged it into its lifeless body.
" Netherworld, please use this body to find the spirit that belongs to you—" Hanxing murmured to himself, then gently placed the dagger on the ground. The dagger transformed into a long sword, swaying and slowly rising into the air, flying in one direction.
"Go, follow it." Hanxing said briefly, then unfolded her wings of light and took to the air to follow the moving sword. Firefly nodded, and her mecha appeared instantly, its thrusters spewing out fiery red flames as she moved forward with Hanxing.
After flying for some time, the sword suddenly stopped and transformed back into a dagger. Directly in front of the dagger lay 214, lying on the ground, his body rusted. His mask had been corroded, revealing a part of his skull.
"For some reason, it's relatively well-preserved." Hanxing stared at 214 lying on the ground. "There's still one more way: if we can find the soul, we can use that Propagation mech as a vessel and combine it with the power of matter to reconstruct the physical body. But the problem is whether we can find the soul."
"Then, is it possible?" Firefly's eyes held a hint of anticipation. "Very unlikely. The soul's dissipation time is five minutes, but now the time that has passed is almost measured in years. Unless her resentment is extremely deep and her soul is unwilling to return, it's impossible to find even a wisp of her soul." Hanxing looked around, his eyes first turning blue-gold, then yellow-purple edges appeared, and a huge Harmony domain burst forth, calming the surrounding chaos and even slightly suppressing Firefly's entropy Entropy Loss Syndrome.
"Using this method, we can ensure that 214's soul doesn't completely dissipate." Hanxing looked around, the dagger moving again, wobbling as it pointed in one direction. "Looks like we're lucky; her soul still has a sliver of life left." Hanxing smiled, then turned to Firefly: "I'll create a portal and pull the Propagation mech over."
"Okay." Firefly replied simply. Hanxing stretched out two fingers, and the space shattered where they touched, revealing the location of the Propagation mecha within easy reach. "Pull!" The thrusters were at full power, pulling the lightsaber and the mecha over.
"The next steps might be a little painful—" Hanxing hesitated for a moment, "Her soul needs to be pierced by the sword, then used as a vessel to fly back to my hand, and then guided out the soul, and it should be done." "Then... let's do it!" A determined look flashed in Firefly's eyes, "If she can come back, she shouldn't care about some pain."
Hanxing looked at the dagger floating in the sky. The dagger vibrated, converting her words into Morse code. Seeing that the direction the dagger pointed remained unchanged, Hanxing knew that 214's soul had acknowledged her. Without further hesitation, the dagger transformed into a sword and flew straight towards 214's soul.
"Ah--" A faint wail echoed around, but it was only one sound, which made Hanxing feel a little admiring. "To let out such a cry at this near-nerve-severing pain, you are truly strong--"
The swords slowly flew back to Hanxing's side, gleaming with a cold light. A pointer spun in Hanxing's eyes. She spread her fingers, and a beam of light emerged from her fingertips. After scanning the corpse in the corner for a while, it began to 'print' 214's body. As the beam swept across, a short-haired woman wearing red glasses slowly appeared. She gently closed her eyes, as if asleep.
" Firefly, place the Propagation mech next to her," Hanxing said to Firefly without turning around. Firefly quickly dragged the mech over, and purple Propagation power surged into 214's body. The beam of light in Hanxing's hand disappeared, and 214's body was fully formed. He then stuck the knife aside, and 214's soul began to move, entering the new body.
"Why... hasn't she woken up?" Firefly's voice was somewhat anxious. "Her soul is too weak; she needs some time to recover and regain control of her body. Don't rush her," Hanxing said briefly. "However, I do have some other methods." The hands of the clock in her eyes were ticking. Although nothing around her had changed, anyone with a watch would have noticed that ten seconds had passed.
214's eyelids fluttered, then it slowly opened its eyes. Those eyes reflected the same starry sky as Firefly's: "Where... where am I?" "214, you're finally awake!" Firefly eagerly deactivated her mecha and gave 214 a hug. "26710..." 214's voice was somewhat doubtful. "Wasn't I... am I ambushed by the Dream Master '?"
"So, I rescued you," Hanxing said briefly from the side. "And who... are you?" 214's voice was somewhat questioning. " Hanxing, 26710's fiancé." "Don't call me by that name—" Firefly's voice was somewhat indignant.
"So, what happened during the time I was dead?" 214 asked again. "It's a bit complicated, let me tell you a bit." Firefly volunteered, recounting the history from the fall of Glamoth to the recent resurgence of " Order," naturally including the matter of Hanxing. " Glamoth... has it already been destroyed?" 214's eyes were somewhat bewildered.
"That's right... we might be the only two survivors of the empire." Firefly sighed softly, "But on the bright side, ' Propagation ' has disappeared, and we can now pursue the meaning of our lives."
"Searching for... the meaning of one's own life?" 214 looked up at the sky: "Then... where should we begin?" "First, get rid of the Empire's code name and give yourself a name," Firefly said happily. "A name... do you have one too?" 214 asked, somewhat puzzled. "Of course, my name is Firefly," Firefly smiled.
"Then... call me Jintiao." 214 pondered for a moment and gave his answer.