Chapter 100
Five jobs?!
A gentle breeze blows, and sunlight filters through the leaves, dappling the winter trees. The lush trees grow freely, welcoming life and adorning the citadel with a green ring.
Dongshu lay listlessly under the tree, the sword curtain floating in the air, slowly turning with her movements, the soft sounds making the tranquility even more beautiful.
The fluffy little tiger lay obediently under her hand, its tail swaying gently, occasionally brushing against the Saniwa's cheek and then around her slender wrist.
The itching only subsided when Dongshu pressed it down.
"good."
"Ouch."
I listened.
Dongshu counted the number of pages in the booklet from a distance.
...still too few.
The sword register now only contains tsukumogami; the identity cards have been removed from the sword register.
But it's not being recycled by the world; it's being used.
He has four worlds under his command, three of which are desperately in need of help, but Fuyuki is only one person. He can't fight against four people with two fists, and similarly, he can't handle three worlds by himself.
After counting, and adding her regular job to the mix... she has to work five jobs at the same time!
Is this trying to kill her, a minor?!
well.
In order to ensure that all the missions are carried out perfectly, Fuyuki has no choice but to split his personality like Wang Jian.
The three soul fragments are independent personalities, yet closely related, and are all centrally set to be loyal to the original body.
Then separate the three identity cards, merge them, and perfectly transform yourself into a good labor force that capitalists love.
Winter Tree:
To be honest, she didn't want to become a human slave.
But life is unpredictable...
My thoughts calmed down. A gentle breeze rustled through the treetops, and warm sunlight streamed down the leaves, creating a shard of light and shadow.
Dongshu lazily closed her eyes, her thoughts drifting back in a daze.
Tsk, this method.
It wasn't just her idea in the first place.
The wooden frame, shrouded in thick fog, cast eerie shadows on the ground, despite the confined space, as moonlight shone through.
"...What is this?" Fuyuki asked hesitantly.
Qinghe tapped the wooden frame beside her; the muffled sound echoed in the air, as if it came from an unknown distance.
"My secret base, isn't it spectacular?"
He hummed twice, the sharp and confident young man now exuding an air of showing off to his friend. Turning his head, he led Dongshu around a corner, where a ladder was quietly placed in a hidden spot.
A stench of rotting wood permeated the air, growing more chilling with each approach. The nauseating smell transformed into invisible chains, tightly binding the heart of the winter tree.
She forced herself to suppress this strange feeling of terror.
Looking up again in the direction Qinghe pointed, the narrow opening, just wide enough for one person to pass through, was located right above the ladder.
There seemed to be a blurry shadow, like a ghost, behind the cave entrance; everything here was strangely constructed.
The atmosphere was also strange.
"Where are we going?" Fuyuki asked, frowning.
She felt as if ghosts were calling to her, and the intense eeriness terrified her. She waved her hand, and the feeling vanished in an instant.
Shifting my gaze, the blazing flame on the candle seemed like a beating heart.
Fuyuki always felt that something lost was gradually coming back to life.
"Come this way. Follow me."
Qinghe nimbly traversed the opening using the ladder, moving with ease as if he were completely unaffected.
Dongshu blinked, responded, and followed.
We cannot admit defeat.
There's nothing to be afraid of.
The style of the second floor is completely different from that of the first floor.
The first floor has a distinctly wooden feel, with low visibility and an eerie atmosphere.
The second floor, bathed in cold light, sent a chill down one's spine, yet also brought a strange sense of peace.
Qinghe pulled her up from the cave entrance, and Dongshu used the leverage to stand up. She habitually patted her clothes and then turned around to examine herself carefully.
"There are also many books..."
She peered cautiously from the nearby bookshelf into the distance.
"These are treasures I've collected for a long time; each one is unique."
Qinghe picked up a book from the side and flipped through it skillfully, her eyes filled with nostalgia: "You'll definitely like it."
"Uh-huh?"
Dongshu stared blankly at the light above her head. The cool light was not dazzling, but rather carried a unique feeling.
She murmured, "It looks familiar, like I've seen this place somewhere before."
What is it?
Fuyuki couldn't help but wonder, "Is it some strange point of temporal turbulence?"
Although it was impossible, that didn't stop her from making a casual guess.
"It's better than that."
Qinghe put the book back in her hand and looked at Dongshu, saying, "Let me reiterate, this is my secret base, so—it's only open this time."
Dongshu didn't understand why it was emphasized so much, but still obediently replied, "Oh."
Qinghe led her to a corner against the wall. He used the wall as a springboard to leap up from the ground, his eyes keenly scanning for his target. He landed steadily on the ground and handed the book in his hand to Dongshu.
"Look, you seem really interested in seeing it."
The book cover, with its vintage feel, is covered with dense, eerie text, appearing in a somber black, writhing eerily as if it were alive.
"Thanks."
Without hesitation, Dongshu took it. The touch was icy cold, spreading from her fingertips to every nerve, and her whole body was instantly filled with a chill.
Qinghe suddenly remarked, "You don't seem as lively as you used to be. You've grown up after all."
Dongshu glanced at him but didn't say anything.
She began to think about it carefully.
All your questions will be answered here.
The air was quiet, and the only sound in the enclosed space was the turning of pages.
Qinghe waited patiently to the side. He reached into a well-hidden crevice and pulled out a dagger.
The dagger reflected a cool, thin light under the lamp, and the handle showed obvious wear, as if it had been repeatedly struck by sharp weapons.
The air was still, but the wooden frame creaked and groaned from time to time.
It's still strange.
Everything here is strange.
How can there be such a place for current affairs?
Dongshu looked up and glanced around, temporarily putting down the book in her hand.
Strange, illusory human figures formed in the shadows, and everything was gradually revealed in the darkness.
She finally put down the strangely closed book.
Qinghe didn't say anything, but took it and put it back in its original place.
As if drawn by something, Dongshu's eyes were vacant, and her feet moved forward stiffly on their own.
Like a puppet being manipulated.
A tremendous grinding sound emanated from the gaps between the bones, masking all other noises.
Qinghe stared blankly at the scene before her, showing no surprise in her eyes, as if she knew everything perfectly well.
This is where his collection is located; how could he not know what might happen?
A smile suddenly appeared on Qinghe's lips.
He considered the compensation to be quite good.
Dongshu walked forward steadily, step by step, her dark eyes filled with confusion and helplessness.
She quickly recovered from the state of being manipulated, but the information rushing into her mind and the sudden awakening of feelings left her feeling bewildered.
What exactly is the soul?
What exactly is humanity?
"I......"
The indistinct murmurs ceased, and the blurry figures gradually became clearer. Familiar blackness collided, and a desolate atmosphere spread.
Everything around her suddenly disappeared, leaving only her and the familiar presence before her in the world.
Dongshu took the initiative to hold the hand of the person in front of her.
Death will never look upon her, for she will be eternal, eternal of life.
The person in front of her obediently raised his hand, blinked his dark eyes, and suddenly pulled her into his arms.
Cheeks pressed together, bodies touching, souls intertwined.
The two stared at each other at an eerie angle, and time seemed to stand still.
It's like there's a mirror in the middle; every expression and every movement is exactly the same.
It was as if the world had collapsed and then reassembled, with countless thoughts swirling within me. The person before me vanished, turning into specks of light. Fuyuki, bewildered, maintained her embracing posture, completely merging with the light.
The initial feeling of peace completely filled the void in my heart.
Dongshu suddenly pursed her lips: "Wow, that's quite a generous gesture. Actually, wait a while, I'll remember it too."
Qinghe nodded and said, "After a while? A hundred years or a thousand years? Things sealed away aren't so easy to open without external force."
The young man's eyes were calm, as if he had breathed a sigh of relief.
"But, as long as it's complete, that's fine. Children should act like children, not always looking gloomy."
Fuyuki sighed, "No, I love to laugh. Where did this rumor come from?"
We've been waiting for this moment since we first met.
This is a truly grand gesture.
Dongshu looked at him, their eyes met, and they smiled at each other.
All right.
I owe someone a favor, but considering the help I gave them before, it's fair to say the favor is repaid, but...
Fuyuki thought of what she wanted that appeared in her mind.
As expected, I was forced to owe a little money.
That's going too far.
Information about people who have died being put on contracts to continue living might be valuable information for the world she is responsible for.
At least, a lot of room for maneuver has been expanded.
For example—
Working five jobs at once?
Or should we bring others back to work together?
...No matter how you look at it, it sounds like a really tough life.
My thoughts gradually returned to the present.
Sunlight, a gentle breeze, leaves...
The gentle breeze beneath the tree brought waves of weariness to Dongshu's mind, causing her eyelids to droop involuntarily.
The leaves rustled, and the last ray of light vanished.
Soft fur floated over again and patted it intermittently.
Finally, Fuyuki yielded to her body's desire and drifted off to sleep.
[Author's Note]
100 chapters! What a coincidence! Aa ...
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