Chapter 135-134- Return to the Island and Eternal Sleep
Returning to the landing point of Kuroshio Island, Yvette stayed here for a day and finally decided to go back to Ish Island before going to Emerald Island.
In addition to checking the status of the envelope he left behind and whether it had been tampered with, it was also because the evolution of Pure White Touch had reached a critical point.
She had a strong feeling that this evolution was not simple and might require a long period of dormancy.
In that case, she certainly didn't want to sleep outside, and would rather go home to sleep.
Soon, Yvette told Bingyu and Abela about this idea. She had originally planned to say goodbye to them here. In the future, she would return to her hometown on Ish Island, Bingyu would continue her travels, and Abela would do whatever she wanted without her control.
However, what surprised her was that they both suggested going to Ish Island to take a look.
Then let's go together. There haven't been any guests on Ish Island for a long time, and there are still enough empty rooms in the villas in the manor.
Bingyu's decision to travel to Ish Island was purely out of curiosity. She simply wanted to see what the secluded island that gave birth to Miss Kindhearted was like.
But Abella was different. She coveted the magical knowledge that her master possessed. She didn't want to let it go before she had learned all those things indirectly.
A long time ago, Abella always felt that if she wanted to make further progress, her only choice was to find a divine heir force with a monarch to serve as a dog, then accumulate merits to exchange for opportunities for promotion, and finally use the six-stage mother nest to complete the transformation from lord to commander.
But now, after living with her master for so long and slowly learning some knowledge of runes, she suddenly had a new idea.
If she follows her master and learns more profound magical techniques, is there a possibility that she can, as a lord, kill a sixth-stage commander and seize the other party's mother nest, thus achieving "proof by force" and violent promotion?
Wouldn't that way I wouldn't have to serve as a dog for any high-level heir of God?
Of course, being a dog for her master is still a dog, but her master is cute and doesn't control her life and death. At most, he occasionally absorbs some of her evolutionary factors, which is harmless at all...
What, you said she has fallen and forgotten about revenge?
No, this is forbearance.
Among the fragments of human memories that she awakened, there were many scenes of enduring for many years, and then going through ups and downs in the last thirty years. Especially that crooked smile, she had already mastered it. Sooner or later, she would be able to reverse the status of master and servant, and use this expression to her shy and reluctant master.
Yes, just thinking about this scene made her feel so happy that she wanted to fly. Before this, for this ambition, what did a little bit of sleeping on straw and tasting gall matter?
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A few days later, Ish City, Central District.
Returning to the familiar manor, Yvette landed the magic motorcycle on the overgrown green land. Looking at the deserted villa in front of her, which was covered with dark green vines and had windows covered with thick dust, she couldn't help but sigh.
Even if she didn't go back to the house to check, she could confirm that Rosaline definitely hadn't come back during this period, otherwise, with her personality, she would have kept the place tidy.
Then she stepped onto the stone steps, turned the doorknob, pushed the door open, and the smell of decay immediately hit her face.
Without rushing to use wind magic to ventilate the room, she immediately turned her head and looked at the table. The wooden box containing the letter was still there, unopened. Unsurprised, she quietly put the box away and pushed open the creaking windows one by one, letting in the fresh air, scented with plants, to dispel the odor.
Bingyu and Abella then volunteered to help. Bingyu dug out a broom and dustpan from the cobweb-covered corner of the bathroom, while Abella returned to the RV, fetched a rag, wet it with water magic, and went inside to wipe the tables and chairs.
This kind of cleaning lasted for three days. On the fourth day, after continuous and unremitting cleaning, the manor finally returned to its memory. Yvette finally felt relieved and began to prepare for her upcoming eternal sleep.
In her preparation plan, the first and foremost task was to open up medicinal fields.
After all, after training in the dream world, she was already a qualified magical pharmacist. During her 20-plus years of travel, she had also collected a sufficient number of precious and rare plant seeds, all stored in her RV. Although she wasn't sure how long her long sleep would last, she felt it wouldn't be short. Naturally, she could consider the long term and plant the herbs with the longest growth cycle early on.
——However, there is a bit of trouble. Because these seeds have different requirements for temperature and humidity, they have to be placed in different places and use homemade magical equipment to simulate the environment. This is equivalent to creating several separate micro-ecosystems.
Next, after planning the medicine field, the next step is to refine the undead creatures.
Using the undead magic technology from the Holy Spirit Sect and her years of research and exploration of the high-end soul brain in her body, she has figured out a way to refine the spirit body of an undead creature into a small soul brain.
This is equivalent to transforming the undead from a semi-magical creature into an artificial intelligence in the shell of the undead.
Then, she only needs to input the corresponding general AI model, and she can turn undead creatures such as skeletons and zombies into an alternative AI robot to maintain the state of the manor and take care of the medicine field on her behalf.
What a genius idea!
She was a little shocked by her own talent!
Undead creatures also have another advantage, which is that they are dead objects to begin with. Unless they encounter a special existence like Zero, they cannot be infected and distorted.
The only drawback is that magic energy needs to be replenished regularly, but this is easy to solve. She only needs to prepare a huge magic reserve center so that the undead can replenish their own energy and ensure that there is no rest throughout the year.
…
Even though she had reached the critical point of evolution long ago, it took Yvette more than a year to prepare before she could really relax.
During this period, she created medicinal fields with different functions, medium to large-scale magic energy storage stations, and more than a thousand AI skeletons wandering around the central area, assigned tasks such as patrolling, cleaning, gardening, and maintenance.
These skeletons are even equipped with rune firearms crafted by Yvette herself, which are enough to easily repel the first and second level aberrations that break into the area.
As for Bingyu and Abella, while they were willing to help, Yvette certainly wouldn't consider them part of the dynamic model surrounding the manor. After all, she wouldn't confine them to the island forever. The magic motorcycle was in the yard, so they could leave whenever they wanted. With Abella helping to look after them, Bingyu shouldn't be in any danger on the way back to the sea.
…
At the beginning of the next year, fine snowflakes fell from the lead-gray clouds, covering the roofs, treetops and grass of the manor, and dressing the island in silver.
In the morning, Yvette opened the door and felt the cold air rush into her lungs. She walked through the light snow and made one last inspection of the manor.
She first looked at the medicinal field.
This former vegetable garden and animal pen has been converted into a massive glass shed, each equipped with her handcrafted industrial-grade environmental simulation equipment. Some areas are warm and humid, with mist, while others are dry, cool, and brightly lit, ensuring that medicinal herbs of varying tastes can thrive here.
At the same time, there are many skeleton soldiers standing guard here to prevent despicable wild animals from running in to steal food.
Yes!
Today, the power grid is no longer needed, and we directly use AI skeletons. It is a world of difference from two hundred years ago. This is the charm of technological progress.
In the future, once her evolution is complete and the herbs are nearly ready, she can experiment with refining Black Tower Medicine's core product—the Active Rune Set. Simply by melting a specific spell into a potion, whoever drinks it will have the corresponding spell bound to their blood like a natural ability, allowing them to use it without burden or even requiring any mental strength.
However, the downside is that refining Active Rune Sets requires a high level of materials, techniques, and pharmacological knowledge, with a high failure rate. Even if successful, they can conflict with each other, obliterating the previous one. Therefore, generally speaking, it's best to refine high-end, unique, and versatile Active Rune Sets; low-end ones are simply not worth refining.
After checking the medicinal field area in the manor, Yvette continued walking forward and saw that beside the grass and lake, many skeletons were already diligently cleaning up the fallen leaves early in the morning, while others were pruning the branches of green plants.
She took a few glances, then left, walked through the ruined streets and headed towards the agricultural area.
The agricultural area is another medicinal field after transformation. Next to it is the magic energy storage center she built. Many skeletons come and go here. Some go to replenish energy, and the rest are permanent personnel of the storage center. In addition to maintaining equipment, they also take care of security work. Each of them carries a rune firearm in their hands. If a first-stage or second-stage mutant appears, they will be killed instantly by a headshot the moment they appear.
Furthermore, compared to two hundred years ago, the roads in the central district were brand new. The rusted vehicles, collapsed streetlights, ferns sprouting from the ground, and crumbling concrete blocks that once blocked the streets had all been cleared away by the skeleton soldiers and moved elsewhere. The roads had become flat and open, appearing strangely clean beneath the snow.
Is this considered exploitation of the dead?
Yvette shook her head, throwing away these strange associations. She walked around the thriving central area, making sure no skeleton soldiers were slacking off. Then she returned to the manor and saw Abella just coming out of the house. She greeted her respectfully, "Good morning, Master."
Yvette hummed.
"By the way, Master, I've recovered a little. Do you want more today?" Abella's voice was deliberately sweet, and her cheeks were slightly red.
When she said "need", of course she didn't mean "need" in the sense you think, but meant "need" to provide distortion factor.
Many years ago, Abella had recovered to about the fourth stage level. As a deformed being, her strength was already quite strong.
Therefore, for safety reasons, Yvette would continue to limit the concentration of her distortion factor through swallowing, preventing her from recovering to the peak of the fifth stage.
At first she thought that Abella would not be able to bear this and would leave on her own initiative, but she never thought that she treated Abella like a cow and exploited her regularly, but she didn't mind and just stayed and followed her wherever she went.
After asking around, I found out she was treating this as tuition. Over the years, she'd learned a lot of elemental magic techniques from Yvette. If she recovered, she'd definitely be much more powerful than an ordinary fifth-stage lord. So, she felt that as her master, asking her to offer such a small amount of evolutionary factors wasn't excessive at all, and even a bit too gentle...
Seeing Abella's shy expression, Yvette was silent for a moment and said, "Don't be so ambiguous."
If she just offered tribute, then she would offer tribute. If someone didn't know, they would think she did something to the maid.
"Oh." Abella said honestly, and then she became resentful again, thinking how could her master have no interest at all. It was a waste of her efforts to read so many romance magazines left by the origin civilization, but now they were all like talking to a cow.
"Also, I don't need you to provide me with distortion factors anymore. I'm preparing for my 'promotion'. Go call Bingyu down." Yvette said again.
"Huh?" Abella was shocked, but she hurried back into the house and knocked on the door of a guest room on the first floor. She and Bingyu both lived on the first floor because the bedroom on the second floor was occupied by the previous owner, and the third floor was Yvette's residence, so only the first floor had any extra rooms.
After she called Bingyu over, Yvette looked at Bingyu and said gently, "I'm going to rest here for a long time, Bingyu. Abella will send you back to the mainland soon. I don't know how long I'll have to rest... but after it's over, I should go directly to Emerald Island. You can also wait for me there if we meet."
"Okay, Miss Kindhearted." Bingyu said reluctantly, without any objection.
She didn't know why Yvette suddenly wanted to rest for so long, but she said it was for training, and as a simple mechanical girl, she naturally didn't doubt it. And this trip to Kuroshio Island was indeed quite long, so she thought it was reasonable for her to want to rest at home for a while.
"Master, then I..." Abella opened her mouth, but stopped herself from speaking.
Yvette looked at her and said calmly, "I suggest you leave with Bingyu. I won't be able to teach you anything while I'm resting. The highest-level aberrations on Ish Island are only level three elites. I don't think you'd be interested in them, so there's no need for you to stay here."
This naturally made sense. Abella was silent for a moment, then nodded gently: "...Yes."
Afterwards, without further greetings, they agreed to meet again in Emerald Island in the future. Yvette stood in the manor and watched Abella drive the magic motorcycle, rolling over the snow, and finally disappearing at the end of the lead-gray skyline.
The atmosphere in the manor became quiet again, and the pale golden morning sun cast a lonely and narrow shadow behind her.
The white snow powder was still falling. She stood in the center of the manor. After a moment, her long hair began to spread uncontrollably behind her, wrapping her, and gathering her... In an instant, it condensed into an airtight cocoon, and the oval surface was flowing with a jade-like glow.
Immediately, the giant cocoon slammed heavily into the snow, blending in with the surrounding white, as if it were a part of winter.
…
After instinctively forming a giant cocoon, Yvette felt herself engulfed by an intense feeling of sleepiness. Her consciousness also fell in the process, as if she had fallen into the boundless deep sea, surrounded by cold tides from all directions.
After an unknown amount of time, she opened her eyes and found herself in an unknown ocean. The light above her seemed to be separated by a layer of water, distant and unreal. Below her was a bottomless abyss of darkness.
But strangely, she was very clear-headed and rational, without any fear or panic at all.
She remembered that she should have seen this scene. A long, long time ago, when she was first infected by the distortion factor and gained the power of distortion, she entered this ocean of consciousness. Now she is back.
By the way, what did you see here last time?
Thinking of this, she lowered her head and saw a thick, shadowy black tentacle suddenly emerging from the end of the abyss, like a long-dormant sea monster, ready to launch a fatal attack on the drowning person.
But facing Yvette's calm eyes, the movements of the black tentacle gradually slowed down, and finally lay docilely in front of her, like a big dog waiting for its owner to pet it.
Yvette didn't move, but instead observed the tentacle carefully.
In the dream world, she felt similar tentacles on Liana, which were indeed stronger than her pure white touch. However, Liana's magic power was limited, and she could only summon three, and she also had to save magic power, so she was suppressed by her numbers.
And the tentacle before him, visually, fits the description of "shadow" far more than Liana's Shadow Touch, and looks almost two-dimensional.
Then, thinking of another thing, she lowered her gaze again, into the darkness below.
She remembered that the last time she came here, there should have been a mass of black and red liquid, but for some reason, she didn't see it this time.
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A week later, on a beach, the engine died down and Bingyu jumped out of the car. The salty sea breeze blew up her blue hair. She turned around and said, "Thank you, Sister Abella!"
Abella helped her get the motorcycle off the roof. Her long, dark hair shimmered in the sunlight, and a smile graced her charming face. "It's the Master's mission after all."
"So where are you going next, Miss Abella?" Bingyu asked curiously, "Would you like to travel together? To the Emerald Continent?"
Abela looked past the icy rain to the vast expanse of the ocean and shook her head. "No, I want to go back to Ish Island."
"Eh? Didn't Miss Kindheart tell you not to go back?" Bingyu was puzzled.
"What do you know?" Abella winked at her and said with a grin, "It is precisely in this situation that I insist on staying by my master's side that I can let her feel my sincere love."
After saying this, regardless of whether Bingyu could understand or not, she returned to the magic motorcycle, headed back to Ish Island, and began to wait for her master to wake up.
In her opinion, the so-called eternal sleep of her master was probably five to six years, or even seven to eight years at most. She had always been by his side and never left him. She didn't believe that this could not move her master.
Maybe I can get her to accept me as her disciple!
but……
Ideals are beautiful, but reality is cruel.
No matter what, she would never have thought that this wait would last for a hundred years.
This is just a rough draft, there is no time to revise it, so let's wait until morning to read it.
(End of this chapter)
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