Chapter 251 Soul Collapse and Sudden Accident
The slightly rough gray floor, the roughly crafted stone table in my peripheral vision, and the faint smell of sea water lingering at the tip of my nose.
The unfamiliar environment made Vifiya stunned. She raised her head, and a flash of surprise crossed her calm eyes when she saw two familiar people.
To her surprise, Arnold and Kaharun were standing in front of her, with not only suspicion in their eyes, but also a wariness that had never appeared towards her before.
She subconsciously looked down at herself, her soft black hair fluttering down as she moved.
Vifiya understood something instantly.
Compared to my current abnormality, the biggest problem is the person in front of me.
If she is the same as she was before, then she is naturally different from other people in this world.
Isidore might recognize her, after all, she used her own appearance when she was on St. Fagus Island.
There are some troubles.
After a moment's thought, Vifiya's eyes concealed her familiarity with them.
"Lady Vephia."
Huh? Weifei looked towards the source of the voice in surprise.
The unfamiliar power fluctuations brought with them a person that Arnold and Kaharun had never seen before.
In other words, if they have seen it, they will never forget it.
Unlike most of them who had deep features, the strange girl in front of him had soft facial lines, her cheeks were slightly fleshy, and her pair of deer-like black eyes were as hazy as a lake shrouded in fog. Her whole face gave Kaharun the feeling of a valley stream.
However, the look in her eyes at the beginning gave him a vague sense of familiarity that seemed to be following him everywhere.
An absurd yet highly likely name circled in his mind. Arnold's firm voice beside him spoke before he could, "Lady Vifia."
Kaharun swallowed the same name he had almost spoken.
The girl looked at them in surprise, no longer hiding the familiarity in her eyes.
The already gentle eyebrows and eyes became even gentler because of the gentleness: "It's me."
Kaharun blinked and took a few steps forward, his brown eyes still filled with disbelief: "It's really you!"
Since she had confessed to them that she was not the real Vifiya, Kaharun had not thought much about it. After all, she seemed to have a good relationship with the original Vifiya, and they also knew that she was not the kind of person who would take the initiative to take over someone else's body.
He looked her up and down. Even though she showed no signs of injury, he still asked, "Isidore said you were missing. Are you hurt? Are you hungry? Do you want to eat? Or if you're thirsty, do you want a drink of water?"
He scratched his head again and turned sideways: "You should sit down and rest first."
Arnold had already poured water for her and looked in their direction, with a hint of worry and self-blame in his eyes.
"I'm fine, not hurt." Vifiya was surprised that they recognized her. Since they recognized her, there was no need for her to pretend not to know them for the time being.
She followed Kaharun to Arnold's side, and as if she knew what her knight was thinking, she said comfortingly: "I asked you to stay here."
She heard from Kaharun that it was Arnold who made the decision to follow the Great Craftsman to the ruins of Simparae.
He has done well as a knight, and it is a good thing that he has his own things to do.
Vifiya had no reason not to support him.
He could think more about himself, and his sister Bailey thought the same.
She lowered her head, but did not immediately pick up the cup of water he poured. Instead, she looked at it for a while before reluctantly reaching out her hand.
The seemingly normal hand passed straight through the cup and couldn't hold anything, which was within Vifiya's expectations.
Arnold's eyelids twitched violently, and Kaharun's eyes widened. Without thinking, he immediately raised his hand, and magic power poured out from his hand, wrapping Vifia's whole body.
The magic power in his palm was still flowing, and he was frightened for a moment. He kept muttering, "Oh my God, you are so brave. You run around everywhere in your soul state. Do you think you have lived too long?"
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, the image of a girl staring at him with a hint of curiosity flashed through Kaharun's mind.
The inexplicable scene was strange and clear, and he was stunned unconsciously.
He was very familiar with those crimson eyes.
He looked up and met those dark eyes.
The magical light lingered around Vifiya without stopping. Without any ambiguity, he asked, "Do you know what's going on with you?"
Had he ever had such a private conversation with Vifiya? He thought carefully, she looked about adult, and he was wearing a hooded cloak.
strangeness……
Kaharun was confused, but he quickly put the matter aside. What was more important now was Vifiya's condition.
Salis had said in her lectures that it was rare for a pure soul state to appear in the world, because the soul was extremely fragile and could be easily destroyed and dissipated.
He didn't expect that she was in a soul state now. He thought that the disappearance that Isidore was talking about was the disappearance of the whole person including the body. When he saw her just now, she looked exactly like she had a physical body.
He was too busy to tell Isidore and the others that Vifiya was here.
"Do you need to return to your body immediately?" Arnold quickly came to his senses from their reactions. Just because he is not a magician doesn't mean he can't think.
Kaharun then asked, "Is it in the Elven King's Court? Where exactly is it?"
Arnold worked tirelessly, quickly taking out the map and waiting for her to point out the location so he could teleport.
Seeing how anxious they were, Vifiya didn't say anything and said it was okay. After all, she really needed to return to [Vifiya] as soon as possible.
She had thought that Xander's lyre would take her directly back to [Vefiya]'s body, otherwise she would not be so surprised when she saw Kaharun and the others.
She scanned the map and stretched out her hand. Before her fingertips even touched the map, she felt a sharp pain in her head. Her fingertips bent uncontrollably. She lowered her head and couldn't help but close her eyes.
An inexplicable feeling instantly swept over Vifiya's heart, as if she was floating in the water, or falling rapidly in the air, without wings, and feeling weightless and unable to fly. She gradually became unable to hear the sounds around her.
Kaharun and Arnold paused, and saw that the next second after the girl bent her fingers, the originally solid surface of her soul dissipated and gathered like mist, and cracks appeared silently.
Kaharun and the other man's hearts sank as he quickly placed layers of magic around the room, one magic circle after another piling up around her, the heavy stone table swaying slightly under the storm of magic.
[Eyes] quickly revealed their form, black mucus dripping down their eyeballs, forming a complicated magic circle under Vifiya's feet, stabilizing her shaky soul.
At the same time, the red mist from the bracelet on Vifiya's wrist emerged and entered her cracked soul.
It's great here, don't leave.
Vifiya frowned slightly, a series of characters passed through her mind silently, but she suddenly couldn't control her thoughts.
It's great here, don't leave.
The characters floated by lightly, disappearing like clouds in a flash, and she couldn't remember what they meant.
It's great here, don't leave.
Here? She tried to remember.
It's great here, don't leave.
This is good...what's the next sentence?
"Vefia!"
"Lady Vephia!"
"Vefiya!" "Lady Vefiya!"
Vifiya half opened her eyes vaguely, as if someone was calling her, but she couldn't hear clearly. Was there really someone calling her?
"Concentrate and don't think about anything!" She seemed to hear Qingzhu's voice, his voice was urgent.
Her mind was in a mess, but she still remembered His words: Don't think about it.
Don’t think…
In the room where magical energy surged from all directions, [Eyes] formed the word Saiga in mid-air: "The world is rejecting her!"
"We must return to that lady's body before the rules of the world are discovered!"
"No." The red mist transformed into characters that Kaharun and the others could understand. "What matters isn't the world's rules. She is now the Dust Monument of this world, the bearer of its fate. Even if the world's rules discover something is wrong, they can't do anything to her."
"The problem lies within the soul itself." Qing Zhu's voice echoed in the minds of both men at the same time. "Her soul is collapsing."
Kaharun and Arnold didn't have time to think about who was controlling the red mist. They could more or less guess that the other voice was the one from Yoko Village, and they also understood that there was no need for these two to deceive them.
The magic power in Kaharun did not stop and continued to be transferred to the girl's soul without hesitation.
He felt like his head was about to explode. He didn't understand what the Dust Monument was, but he understood the other sentence: the bearer of the world's destiny.
What does it mean to be the bearer of the world's fate? Are you kidding me? Vefia? She? Carrying the fate of the world?
This is ridiculous!
Kaharun hadn't felt such intense emotions in a long time. His friend, his...
He suddenly got stuck. He found that he couldn't say what was good about Vifiya, but when he wanted to come back, he felt that everything about her was good, except that she was not very good to herself. She was very good to everyone else.
Every step Vifia took in his memory, every choice she made when facing danger, flashed through his mind one by one. So, was she trying so hard to live because of this so-called dust monument?
Damn it!
Arnold tightly gripped the hilt of the sword. The words of the two strangers were not difficult to understand, but every word made him feel as if he was in winter.
The bearer of the world's destiny, such a huge thing, can a human really bear it?
He couldn't deny that he was an ordinary person, so he even felt heavy about escaping from his father and protecting his sister. Such a life was too heavy, but that was what he had to do and what he was willing to do. He was a brother and he had to protect his sister and his family.
What about Vifiya? Would such a frail girl be willing to carry the world on her shoulders?
His intuition told him that she didn't want to.
Back then, in the basement of Iskanar Church, the usurper's words echoed in his ears: "A superimposed taboo that shouldn't exist."
Now he found it ridiculous. If she was a taboo that shouldn't exist, why should she bear the fate? Isn't this contradictory?
A trace of anger appeared on his usually cold face, but he suppressed his anger. Now was not the time to think too much. What was important was...
"How can we stop the collapse of her soul!" two voices asked at the same time.
A gorgeous little black dragon with a colorful luster flew out gracefully from Vifiya's hair and nestled steadily on her head, trying its best to slow down the collapse of her soul.
She had experienced seventeen lives, and cracks had long appeared in her soul. Even when she came back from the past last time and was forced to rest, it could not cure the root of the damage to her soul.
Just repair her outermost soul and let her get a rest that is enough to relax.
Not long ago, she was pulled into the Old Dust Monument, and all the chips that had been stacked on her finally exploded. However, it was the story of the Old Dust Monument that allowed her soul to achieve a strange balance among the chips, which was able to sustain her until she came out of the remains of the Old Dust Monument.
Due to the rules between the worlds, they cannot directly help repair it. If they are not properly controlled, her soul may be irreversibly lost.
The safest way is for the rules of this world to actively prevent and repair her collapse.
She needs legitimacy.
He opened his golden eyes, then closed them again: "Wait."
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