Chapter 182: Long time no see "I" is me
Debbie turned her head and could still hear the roar of two huge monsters in the distance.
Her eyes fell on the unconscious girl again. She didn't know whether to say she was brave, smart or lucky?
After she left St. Fagus Island, she had no intention of interfering in Xiao Hui's affairs and just watched from afar.
Even though she knew she was sorry for her, she was not prepared to leave any more intersections in her destiny where she shouldn't be. Xiao Hui had her own destiny, and so did she.
She stared at the girl for a long moment before reaching out her hand. Her face showed disdain for herself: "I'm meddling in your business."
A magic circle appeared between his hands, and runes of healing magic overlapped and entered the girl's body.
"Huh?" Debbie suddenly withdrew her magic power. The wounds on the girl's body did not heal at all. She frowned in confusion.
This was a situation she had never encountered before: healing magic was useless to her.
She tried to inject healing magic into her body again. Just like the first time, her body looked intact, but in fact, it had many holes of different sizes, and almost all the magic power leaked out through the holes.
It shouldn't be like that.
Debbie withdrew her hand. Although only a small number of people possessed magic power and could become magicians, in reality, magic power was everywhere in the world, just like the air we breathe, so magic could be used by everyone.
Her eyes were fixed on the embarrassed girl.
Exception.
She probably knew why. The girl paid the price. It was incredible. What kind of thing required paying a price equivalent to being rejected by the world?
"You're lucky," Debbie said to herself, "you met me."
A magician who is different from the usurpers and walks a path that goes against the path of most magicians.
Ordinary healing magic is useless, so extraordinary means are needed.
Now that we have decided to treat her, there is no reason to give up halfway.
Under the light moonlight, the blood-red magic circle rapidly expanded beneath the two of them, and complex runes slowly rose in the magic circle and poured into the girl's body.
At the same time, a tiny flying blade cut Debbie's wrist, and blood flowed into the magic circle. It was hard to tell which one was brighter red.
The blood spread along the lines of the magic circle, was absorbed and swallowed, and the runes that entered Vifiya's body suddenly changed. Spiral red lines wrapped around her body, and wherever they passed, the wounds were smoothed and healed.
Even the broken bones caused by the monster were healed by Debbie's magic.
The blood-red light faded away, leaving only the silvery-white moonlight.
Vifiya could not see the moonlight. All she saw before her was darkness, a long sword, and a heart.
Whose heart is it?
She stood there motionless. This didn't look good. Did she faint or fall asleep?
If I remember correctly, she was injured on the way to escape. The two monsters were still fighting, and the place where she stopped might be affected.
Thinking of this, she should be anxious, but maybe it was because of the influence of the dream, she was calm at the moment, as if her previous struggle to survive was not a big deal now, and if she died, she died.
"I can't see... the end."
Vifiya's brows twitched, and her voice was still sad, but the difference from before was that she could tell who the owner of the voice was.
Debbie Follella.
Vifia's mind froze for a moment, not because of surprise, but because she wanted to stop thinking for a short time.
Is she in pain? Vifiya asked herself, without exploring why. What if she knew the reason, what if she didn't know it? What did it have to do with her?
The "she" in the dream is unwilling to sacrifice herself for others.
Not even a little bit.
Is there anything more important than yourself?
No, not at all.
Nothing is more important than yourself.
So, nothing matters.
She raised her eyes and saw the sword moving closer and farther away from her heart.
"What does it have to do with me?" This is the mumbling of "me" that Vifiya saw. Why are you asking me?
"Didn't you say you wouldn't save him?" asked a puzzled voice.
The source of the sound could not be discerned in the darkness.
"I didn't save anyone." "She" replied. She had never thought of saving anyone, at least in her memory, she didn't want to save anyone.
"Why? To interfere..." the voice asked again.
The voice never fully explained what she had interfered with, and Vifia didn't want to answer the voice's questions.
There was silence all around, and in the darkness there was only her, the sword, the heart, and a transparent barrier separating her.
"Who are you?" "Her" voice was soft, with a fatigue that she herself hardly noticed, which was particularly obvious in the empty dream.
There was no answer, and Vifiya was not anxious. She waited quietly, without trying to find a way to wake up from the dream.
She seemed to become confused, sometimes she was "her", sometimes she was looking at "her", all the things called emotions were floating away, and she didn't want to perceive them.
The darkness sizzled, coming from far away and then flying away.
The darkness seemed to be closing in on her, even though it was already pitch black.
"I... am..." A vague voice came from nowhere. There was a sound everywhere, and the timbre of the sound was indistinguishable.
The crackling sound tore at her ears, and she accepted its harshness with an expressionless face.
"I am……"
"you."
The firm and clear ending tone fell into Vifiya's ears, and her calm pupils widened slightly. It was the same voice as hers, the voice she was most familiar with.
“Crack.”
The transparent barrier broke, like the veins of a blood vessel, it kept winding, thinly connecting the fragments, solid yet shaky, piece by piece, piece by piece, she saw countless "me", saw many different "me".
"I" am in the sunshine, "I" am in the rainstorm, "I" am in the moonlight, "I" am laughing, "I" am crying, and "my" head is blooming.
The sun is falling, the moon is rotting, the statues are running wildly in the rain, and thick green tears are flowing from their pale and worn faces.
"I" am watching.
Golden hair, red eyes, big and small "I"s are doing different things in the broken barrier.
An old "me" sat on a giant Piranha plant, eating moldy cake, bite by bite, never finishing it.
"I" suddenly turned my head, "they" turned their heads, "I" "they", were they looking at me? "I"?
“Their” faces, “their” eyes suddenly blurred, “they” turned their faces away, “they” had no faces, dark faces, white faces, bald faces.
The veins were shimmering, without a trace of scarlet. She could clearly see her own eyes, pitch-black eyes, on the tiny edges of every fragment.
My heart trembled, she seemed to have caught a glimpse of the truth, she seemed to see herself.
She didn't dare to look away, even though she wanted to.
"They" constitute "me", and countless "me"s become me.
I……
Suddenly, there is no "me" among the thousands of fragments.
The fragments could not be pieced together, the edges were concave, and she saw an "I", a huge "I".
She looked up.
All the fragments make up an "I".
Cracks divide "me", fine cracks, large cracks, blurring the eyes of "me" at the edges.
Is it... me?
"I" have been broken, "I" have been rotten, "I" have no tears.
She hesitated. "Me with black hair and black eyes? Me?"
No, that's not me.
No, that's me.
No matter how you refute it, that's still me.
The me who is different from now, the me who has grown up.
I……
The original appearance.
Her soul trembled from the inside out, and darkness roared in her mind.
The huge "I" smiled slowly, its shattered black pupils as bright as diamonds, smiling softly.
The edges of the eyes and the edges of the fragments oozed out a sticky red color and flowed down.
One, two, three...
In the eyes, in the top of the head, until my face was swallowed up, until I could no longer see myself.
She stared blankly at everything in front of her. “She” was no longer confused. She could clearly sense “me”. She could clearly feel her breathing in the darkness and the movement of her fingertips.
“She” is she, “I” is me, “she” is me.
She is Vephiya, Vephiya who has experienced many rebirths.
She is Xiaofen, the Xiaofen who ran away from St. Fagus Island and tried to find her past.
she is……
who is she?
She is Vifiya, she is Xiaohui.
“Crack!”
The barrier completely shattered and collapsed, and all the "I" scattered in the darkness at her feet.
Vifiya raised her calm eyes, and in the darkness, only she, the sword and her heart were left.
She lowered her eyes, brushed a strand of long black hair with her fingertips, and smiled with nostalgia.
Long time no see, the original me.
She put her long hair to her nose and sniffed it gently, but there was no smell.
Maybe it was because it had been too long and belonged to that world, the smell of the shampoo she usually used was gone.
What scent of shampoo does she use?
She doesn't remember.
It doesn’t matter. Just now, she saw her own appearance, the appearance she had forgotten for a long time.
Even though her memory of the other world was still blank, at least she saw herself again.
She touched her own body, arms, face... every part of her body felt so strange and yet so familiar.
She slowly opened her mouth: "Ah."
He uttered a very simple syllable, and in her ears it was a sound that she had also forgotten, but could never forget.
The silver light at the tip of the longsword flashed, and Vifiya raised her eyes. Although she remembered the past, she still couldn't determine what the longsword and the heart represented.
Qingzhu told herself at the time that because she was exploiting loopholes in the world's rules, there would be certain restrictions on herself.
For example, amnesia, and the body she uses is the embodiment of her soul.
Within her constraints, she made use of dreams.
The dream was a reminder to herself, and it was obvious that the dream had been interfered with.
From beginning to end, after Qingzhu proposed an attempt, the only thing she did was to convey two sentences.
“Saloha.
I am you.
She needed a word that would make her amnesiac self doubt and raise questions. She was sure that she would eventually ask the hidden switch question she had set: Who are you?
Saloha was obviously suitable. She had heard of Mother Osha's name among the elves. It was familiar to her, but also confusing enough to make her feel confused.
The memory of "Xiao Hui" in her head reminded her that it was time to wake up.
She closed her eyes in thought, and there were many amazing things in them.
However, no matter who interfered with her dreams, she should wake up.
She walked forward, and without the barrier to stop her, she strolled easily in the darkness.
That day at the Marquis' Mansion, after Qingzhu came back, he said, "I will take you there."
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