Artemisia returned to the familiar system space.
Not far from her, a massive spindle-shaped structure connecting the upper and lower dimensions was slowly and steadily emitting...
Red light.
A blood-red light.
Artemisia walked over and lay down beside it. She looked up at the starry sky, completely obscured by leaves as fine as a blood-red net, and asked:
"Who are you?"
The spindle tree chuckled softly. Its boundless canopy, which blotted out the entire sky, trembled along with its laughter. They emitted subtle rustling sounds as their branches rubbed against each other, filling the space with sound.
It said, "I am you, Artemisia."
The tree canopy suddenly closed up. Its dense branches closed together, pointing straight upwards—like an umbrella or a sword.
The tip of the sword pointed at the brightest stars in the sky above its head.
The brightest star landed on the tip of the sword, gently sliding down the fine net to the mugwort. Then, the four stars surrounding it followed suit, landing one by one on the mugwort's surface.
The mugwort asked, "Are you me too?"
The stars laughed happily.
They said, "We are not you. We are the heroines you've met."
“We are Xia Moli, Lillian, Songtang, Qingyun, and Cen Yu.”
They laughed as they circled around the mugwort again and again, leaving behind trails of shimmering light.
They exclaimed excitedly, "Long time no see, mugwort!"
Ai Cao asked, "I thought it would be a while before I could see you all again."
She held up the stars. They slowly shrank in her hand, becoming five beautiful, shimmering, different-colored star-shaped hard candies.
Songtang Xingxing said excitedly, "I wanted to see you, so I came here."
Cen Yuxing said somewhat awkwardly, "You suddenly disappeared, of course I would want to look for you."
Qingyun Xingxing said, "After I ascended, I followed your aura and found them, and fixed a part of their souls here."
“And we won’t be lost in those worlds, the original us,” Lillian Star said. “We are women, and every month’s menstruation is a rehearsal for this separation.”
“I miss you so much,” Xia Moli said.
Xia Moli jumped lightly in Ai Cao's palm: "I found that we are in similar parallel worlds, so I used a little trick to merge the two parallel worlds we are in together."
Ai Cao thought for a moment, then asked solemnly, "So that's why the game I made back then couldn't recoup its costs..."
Cen Yu ruthlessly shattered her illusions: "Even without fusion, the empress simulator you made is unlikely to sell well."
Ai Cao let out a soft "woof". She didn't care much about her past failures—after all, Cen Yu, who had competed against her on the same stage, had also failed. As long as she wasn't the only one who failed, failure didn't seem so hard to accept.
The mugwort asked, "What do you need me to do?"
She lifted the stars higher.
“You told me to be careful, so I didn’t let the system detect you,” Ai Cao said. “I also had it upgrade that [bridge] so you could communicate with each other. But what do you want to do?”
The stars lying in her palm fell into an eerie silence.
Xia Moli spoke first: "Aicao, don't you know what you want to do?"
Artemisia blinked in confusion. She thought about it carefully and said, "I never used my [Pregnancy] skill in the previous world."
But there shouldn't be any soul in the pendant around her neck that would want to be reincarnated.
“No, no,” Xia Moli said.
Beside the mugwort, the enormous, sword-like spindle-shaped tree also shook its head.
The spindle-shaped body said, "No, no."
The mugwort asked, "What's wrong?"
She said, "With the help of the system and skills, I successfully stabilized those small worlds." She counted on her fingers and said, "You no longer need to worry about having a sad ending, nor do you need to worry about your world being destroyed."
Ai Cao asked, "What else do you need me to do? I'm just an ordinary person, I can't do anything special."
The spindle-shaped tree still shook its head. Its enormous canopy spread out again, and fine, blood-red strips of paper obscured every corner of the sky.
Xia Moli said, "Artemisia, you are special."
Artemisia shook her head with a smile.
She touched her short hair, which no longer resembled a hedgehog, and said, "I'm just a short-haired woman."
Xia Moli stubbornly insisted, "You are a special person."
The star that housed her spirit shone brightly.
Its light was so dazzling that the mugwort simply raised her hand and covered it, temporarily blocking its light.
But the other actresses also said, "You are special."
Their voices rose and fell, merging into a huge wave of sound.
The mugwort stood firm amidst the clamor and asked them, puzzled, "What's so special about me?"
“Because you are mugwort,” they said. “You are mugwort, so you are special.”
Artemisia didn't understand, and she didn't accept that statement. Ever since she could remember, she had considered herself an ordinary woman, and that there were many women in the world just like her.
She killed people, and her relatives also killed people.
She grew up with her mother, and she and her companions grew up in the same tribe.
She never thought of herself as anything special.
Everyone around her was just like her.
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