Once upon a time, the gods cast their hopes upon the children, placing all their love and dreams upon mortals, anticipating what a beautiful future awaited them.
Subsequently, driven by such a dream and self-sacrifice, he used his life as his final guardian.
"It's truly touching..."
"..."
Upon hearing the snake-woman's words, Yinla gave her a strange look and retorted, "As a being who caused a god to sacrifice himself and was sealed away... is it really okay for you to say such things?"
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Yes, Inra is here again...
After resolving the three calamities, Yinla came to see her again... This was inevitable, since, in a sense, the snake woman in front of her had always been very diligent in fulfilling her role as a "golden finger" (a powerful ability to grant advantages over others).
It's really quite useful.
He's been coming over more and more frequently lately.
"Huh? What's wrong... You already know the coordinates of the Dragon Realm?"
The snake woman said this, then thought for a moment and said, "By the way, if you don't know how to address me, you can call me 'Snake Sheath,' but don't keep calling me 'Snake Woman' in your mind... although I don't really mind."
As for Yinla, he at least understood the equation 【I don't care much = I care a little】. While complaining about how troublesome women were, he nodded and changed his tune: "I know, I know... Hmm, 【snake molt】?"
Snake slough is the name of a traditional Chinese medicine. It roughly means... a layer of dry, dead skin that snakes shed when they molt. What is the significance of this name?
"Don't overthink it...it's all pointless anyway~"
The snake woman...she shed her skin. She brought up the topic again, and Yinla had already heard similar words when they met last time...her tone was as if the world was doomed to destruction.
"What exactly does that mean?"
As Yinla asked this question, he simply sat down with the snake in the pure black space... His purpose for this trip, besides obtaining the coordinates from the [Dragon Branch] of the World Tree, was mainly to ask the woman (snake) in front of him for the truth.
In response to Yinla's question, Snake Sheath, sitting in a chair with her legs crossed, casually swinging her slender, flawless white legs, said casually, "Don't worry too much... and don't care too much..."
Speaking in completely incomprehensible words, Snake Sheath gave a helpless smile, gently sat up, and then gently hugged Yinla from behind, saying, "The world itself may not want to be saved..."
Feeling the voluptuousness emanating from behind, Yin La, devoid of any romantic feelings, frowned and complained, "Can't you just be clear? Are you saying... the world is doomed?"
"..."
I guess so...
As she spoke, Snake Sheath hugged Yinla even tighter. She said very simply, "Besides, we can't change it. After all, we can't stop the world itself... Wanting to [save] and wanting to [stop it from committing suicide] are two different things."
Indeed, if we personify the world, a little thought leads to this conclusion—if the world itself does not want to be saved, then there is nothing anyone else can do.
"..."
"Then what was the point of farming?! Didn't I waste my time developing this land?"
Yinla complained, but surprisingly... he wasn't too frustrated. Instead, a sense of "I knew it" lingered in his heart, making him sigh and lament.
It seems that too many people in this world are searching for meaning... Perhaps those thoughts outside of reason are the truth of the world, or perhaps everything is inherently meaningless.
Despite his painstaking efforts to restore the Federation's former glory to the world, he failed to realize that the worlds themselves were so different that all his efforts amounted to nothing.
"Sigh... speechless. Is there really no way to prevent the world from being destroyed?"
Seeing Yinla sighing and asking, Snake Sheath didn't say anything, but gently rested his chin on Yinla's head and rubbed it slightly, saying, "Probably not, but... everything you've been through is your treasure."
"..."
"Don't try to give me pep talks..."
As Yinla spoke, he brushed the snake skin off his body, looked at the snake skin stretching lazily as it sat back in its chair, narrowed his eyes, and said, "To be honest, I feel like you look familiar."
The familiarity that Yinla mentioned here is naturally not the familiarity he felt after transmigrating to this world... He always felt that the snake molt in front of him had some quality that made him feel more familiar.
The way the other person stretched...it looked so familiar.
"What? You recognize me?"
The snake sheath, having clearly discerned this, waited with a grin for Yinla's answer...
"..."
However, Yinla remained silent. He twitched his lips, stood up, and walked towards the outside of the World Tree. His voice sounded like he was about to cry: "I can't accept it... I'm a cat person, not a snake person!"
"..."
"Pfft~"
The snake-skin, alone in the darkness, chuckled. Realizing that the perceptive Yinla had recognized her, she laughed happily at Yinla's reaction: "Hahahahahaha..."
"Next time... Next time, Imira, you'll definitely do better! Next time, we'll be much more experienced, and at least we won't choose a world with so little room for growth~"
————The past is the dividing line————
"Sigh~ I've spent too many points... I might be a bit strapped for cash this month."
Yinla took off her suit and hung it on a vintage clothes rack to the side, sighing softly as she spoke. She picked up the Ragdoll cat that had come over and stroked its fur.
Meow~
As Yinla collapsed onto the sofa, she smiled helplessly at the meowing virtual cat... She had spent most of her credit points on the cat.
However, looking at the cat stretching and yawning, Yinla felt that it wasn't such a bad deal after all.
...
Even if the cat is just a virtual pet... in the Federation where retro trends are currently popular, it would be very easy for Yinla to raise a natural pet, and the expenses might even be less.
However, cyber pets are not without meaning... at least not as those who advocate natural pets say, that when they die, they are dead, and when they pass away, they are gone.
Thinking this, Yinla, in the same way the Lion King held Simba, reached under the cat's armpits and picked up the lazy Ragdoll cat lying beside her, their eyes meeting.
"Meow?"
"..."
...
Memories themselves are precious treasures.
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