Chapter 154 Bloom, the fifth petal, Mycelia, finally stopped its sharpening...

Eleanor sank into the river of blood once more, enveloped by a warm touch.

She curled up like a baby until a god stirred the water.

Hehe.

Cupid's soft laughter echoed among the stars, and she blew a gentle breeze that dried the water droplets on Eleanor's face.

"Wake up, my dear friend, aren't you really going to become our beloved sister?"

Eleanor looked up at the sky; the stars were still twinkling, and the Milky Way had not dimmed.

But she had a strange intuition: the gods had followed the mother goddess far away, heading towards a more empty and desolate place.

Cupid manifested as a phantom in the form of a young girl and gently touched her forehead.

"This is truly the last chance. The timelines are about to converge, and I will be leaving. If you choose to stay here, there are only two possibilities."

Lilia opened her palms, and two illusory images appeared in her left and right hands.

Both illusions begin the same way: Eleanor chooses to stay in this world and then enters the cycle of reincarnation like a mortal.

The petals given to her by the Mother Goddess were not actually a ticket to travel back in time; they were an anchor point to solidify the essence of her soul and preserve memories of her reincarnation.

Previously, it was Anne who was helping her rewind time, but later Eleanor herself will also have a certain ability to rewind time.

"Unfortunately, all your divine power is based on your knowledge of everything. If you are ignorant and lack knowledge, your divine power will not be manifest."

The illusory image in Lilia's palm began to rotate, and the deductions became faster and faster.

As the two petals fall, the two phantom images symbolizing Eleanor on either side simultaneously lose their memories. Even though their essence remains unchanged, they outwardly revert to being "mortals."

Eleanor watched the evolution of the god of love and seemed to understand something.

In fact, she was not an ordinary person from the beginning. Her soul could easily penetrate the world's barrier and contained enormous energy that did not belong to this galaxy.

To ascend from an extraordinary and great being to a god requires the right moment of awakening, an understanding of the rules, and a strong personal desire.

And so, the little man in the palm of the god's hand reincarnated again and again.

Finally, the little figure on the left suddenly awakened, transformed into a god, and ascended into the starry sky, gracefully departing.

The little figure on the right, however, remains trapped in this small world, living in a daze just like any other ordinary person.

"Eleanor, we are about to leave, and your memories will last for at most two more lifetimes."

She paused, then sighed, "I can leave behind a phantom image to continue existing as a mortal in your place. As for your true form, let it leave with us. The outer realms are far more vast than you can imagine."

Eleanor's soul and body rose from the river of blood, and she calmly shook her head.

"Thank you for your advice. I am sincerely grateful for the blessings of Mother Goddess and for everyone's help, but I still want to stay here."

Cupid raised an eyebrow slightly: "Is your dissatisfaction because of Andra? You feel that there are still many flaws in spending a lifetime together in that timeline."

It certainly has many flaws, but... her happiness is related to Andra, but it is also related to Andra in many other ways.

Eleanor smiled and shook her head: "No, that's not the reason."

If it were merely to enjoy Andra's love, she only needed to make slight modifications to her experience from her first incarnation.

Her love for Andra continued through lifetimes, without weariness or dissatisfaction.

She has a way of making up for all regrets.

She wanted to continue doing something for this world and for these people, and now she finally had the power to do so.

Eleanor cupped a swirling, shimmering mass of stardust from her heart.

She will temporarily lose the power to mobilize this great force after losing her memory.

In other words, in her next two lifetimes, Eleanor will be able to use this power to bestow additional blessings and miracles upon the world.

Cupid clapped his hands and chuckled, "No wonder. After Mother leaves, you will be able to grasp a part of the laws of this world and change them to your preferred state."

He stopped trying to persuade him.

After all, Eleanor's nascent powers shared many similarities with His. If they were sisters, perhaps they would one day clash on their paths.

In a sense, this extraterrestrial visitor could travel faster and farther than Him.

Since Eleanor chose a more difficult path of entering the world independently, without relying on the Mother Goddess, all He could do was offer His blessing.

He reached out and put his arm around Eleanor's shoulder, his ethereal form gently kissing her forehead.

[Lovely girl, please receive my blessings.]

May you eventually meet your loved one.

He smiled slightly, and his phantom vanished silently under the starry sky.

Among the myriad stars, more beautiful streaks of light appeared, flying towards the boundless sea of ​​stars.

Eleanor took a deep breath, and just as she was about to lie back down and drift downstream in the River of Blood, she saw golden specks of light flying toward her from the dark mist.

Could it be a gift from my sisters?

She reached out and touched the points of light, then gently cradled them in her palm.

These were originally memories, memories of various world lines that were about to shatter and vanish.

Once she determines the final timeline, all timelines will be unified, and experiences that occurred in previous timelines will be classified as errors and deleted.

They have no self-awareness, yet they instinctively drift toward the only individual that can carry them.

Eleanor intended to absorb them into her body, but suddenly blinked and looked towards the other side of the River of Blood.

What if I shared these memories with everyone?

Although the great being is not omniscient or omnipotent, the moment she had a thought, it immediately received echoes from all directions.

She can transmit these memories to the corresponding people, and the people who receive the memories will experience strange illusions.

The intensity of this illusion is far less than being reborn with memories, but stronger than fragmented inspiration; it's similar to having a hyper-realistic precognitive dream.

With so many timelines and so many fleeting glimpses in their "dreams," they can't be sure which one is the "truth," and even suspect that these memories are all false.

That's great.

A mocking smile appeared on Eleanor's face.

Leaving aside the others, Andra—my love—may we consider it a small punishment and, perhaps, a kind of reward?

"Whoosh~" She drifted on the suddenly turbulent river of blood, blowing a wisp of breath into her palm. A point of light flew up like a petal and drifted into the vast human world.

......

The stars traversed the river of blood, and time and space were anchored once more.

The little princess of Norlanna was fast asleep in bed with her sister, while the little princess of Hetuya, Andra, was sitting by the door.

Kneel? Kneel for what? Only that idiot Myrcella would think she's weak and easy to bully.

The little boy shook his head, his golden-red hair like strands of gold, constantly reflecting different colors in the sunlight.

Whew~

She shifted into a more comfortable position against the wall, preparing to feign a pitiful look after the little princess woke up... No, being too pitiful wouldn't be good for future interactions, so it would be better to be more carefree.

Hmph... I can't fake it for Myrcella, but if it were Eleanor—

Eleanor...

In the instant she closed her eyes, countless thoughts flashed through her mind like shooting stars.

Her contact with her lost memories was too brief; most of it vanished in the instant of her fall.

But the sighs, roars, and cries were deafening.

Rustle, rustle.

In the darkness after she closed her eyes, countless possibilities—or even facts that had already occurred—bloomed before her.

Her moments with Eleanor flashed by, yet permeated every part of her being.

They loved each other so much.

Those warm, sweet, and unforgettable feelings instantly enveloped all the senses. Even under the most "empty" premise, they could wash away the resentment and bitterness in the heart of a young person.

That is the weight of time, a love that is infinitely stronger than hatred.

Tears squeezed out from between her tightly closed eyelashes, falling in large drops onto the back of her hand.

“Eleanor...!”

Just three seconds later, Andra suddenly opened his eyes.

Her eyes still held the clarity of a young girl, but her trembling voice inexplicably echoed that of her past self.

She no longer considered sitting on the ground to play the victim or making a dashing appearance—if she were more mature, she would definitely be afraid of disrupting the fate of their first meeting, but the boy now didn't want to wait!

Besides, her love for Eleanor is something that nothing can sever!

She ran toward the closed door, completely ignoring the guards at the entrance, and the bizarre images lingering in her mind of her separation from Eleanor, their fight, and even her transformation into a muscular woman retaliating...

......

rustle.

Someone lifted the gauze curtain beside my ear.

Eleanor kept her eyes closed and remained still for the time being.

She was contemplating who to give a portion of her past life memories to.

Now that she is not by the Blood River, she must get close to the other person to give it to them.

But...do corals really need these?

Many people's fates are closely related to their personalities. Except for her first life, Coral's other lives, even if they were on the wrong world lines, were not too bad.

She seems to be doing well no matter who she marries, so is it really necessary to "spoil" her beforehand and reduce some of the fun?

No need.

Eleanor made up her mind not to grant the memories when the corals were near.

But the other person definitely can't escape!

She sneered, grabbed her sister beside her, and passed her over in an instant!

"Awoooooo?!"

Myrcella suddenly let out a distorted scream, which startled Eleanor.

Even the guards at the door couldn't resist opening the door to check, causing Andra to turn and rush past like a badger.

"Eleanor!"

Amidst the gasps of the crowd and Myrcella's screams, the boy tightly embraced his little princess.

Eleanor paused for a moment, then opened her arms and gently cradled Andra's soft hair.

Thump, thump thump.

They listened to each other's heartbeats, some fast, some slow, but the people around them didn't have such a good mindset.

"Your Highness?!"

Coral covered her mouth in astonishment, her gaze shifting between Eleanor patting, Andra hugging tightly, and Myrcella screaming.

Manju and Jingji also rushed in one after the other, reaching out to tear Andra apart.

However, Eleanor transmitted the memory through eye contact at that moment, and the two sisters immediately stopped in their tracks, their faces showing a variety of expressions.

Of course, to prevent the two from getting confused by the conflicting timelines and thinking about killing Andra all the time, she deliberately removed information about that timeline.

"Waaah... Waaah."

Myrcella finally stopped screaming and, under Eleanor's encouraging gaze, pointed at Andra and said...

"Sis, this guy is a bad person, let's kill him!"

"No?!" Eleanor's eyes widened suddenly. "You were told to learn lessons from your studies at Hetuya and the fall from the throne, and this is what you learned?!"