When his vision cleared, Jiang Si looked at the Disaster Beast corpses scattered all over the ground in front of him.
He was standing on a road, and this road felt strangely familiar.
It seed like Beihai?
He was very familiar with this road to school, often running along it.
However, obviously due to the fierce battle with the Disaster Beasts, many surrounding trees, telephone poles, and streetlights had been broken.
One Disaster Beast had even been smashed into the school building.
But there was no one.
There wasn't a single person in the school, nor on the road.
Even in the wrecked residential buildings, not a soul could be seen.
As he walked forward, he could see the Disaster Beast smashed into the residential building, another one split in two and dangling, swaying from a streetlight.
Jiang Si slowly walked forward, instinctively heading towards ho when he suddenly looked back.
A girl was hopping and skipping on the corpses of Disaster Beasts behind him, following him.
After he turned his head, she also stopped.
"An Shiyu?"
Why couldn't he sense even a trace of her aura?
She was only a Sprout-level Magical Girl.
An Shiyu also seed a bit surprised looking at him. "Are you okay?"
"What?"
"It's just... your complexion looks a bit off."
Jiang Si touched his mask. "How can you tell?"
"Your breathing, and... deduction..."
Rubbing his temples, Jiang Si felt like he had just experienced sothing very troubleso.
But he couldn't quite rember at the mont.
"In a Full Bloom Magical Girl's Heart Image Remnant, the world's rules are different from the outside."
An Shiyu said softly, "Sotis what you see might not be real, but it also might not be an illusion."
"Oh."
Jiang Si responded casually, not taking it to heart. He casually grabbed a pouncing Disaster Beast and pinned it to the ground.
The Disaster Beast struggled frantically. Jiang Si casually punched its head.
When the head exploded, no Grief Seed popped out.
Scratching his head, Jiang Si asked in confusion, "An A-level Disaster Beast?"
In his mory, only A-level Disaster Beasts lacked Grief Seeds.
"Obviously not."
An Shiyu shook her head. "These are Mirror Beasts."
Jiang Si nodded. Judging by their strength, they indeed didn't seem like A-level Disaster Beasts; they were a bit weaker.
Currently, without transforming and only using Polluted Magic, his strength had just barely crossed the threshold into the Blooming tier.
Saying a one-hit kill was an A-level Disaster Beast was a bit of a stretch.
However, Jiang Si didn't have ti to ask what Mirror Beasts were.
Because more and more Disaster Beasts began appearing around the city.
Giant serpent Disaster Beasts coiled around buildings, rodent-like Disaster Beasts poking their heads from underground, large bird Disaster Beasts flying in the sky.
Even more flying insects and vines erged from everywhere.
In no ti, the entire Beihai beca like a Disaster Beast inferno.
*Buzz buzz buzz, hum hum hum...*
Jiang Si shook his head, feeling uncomfortable in his ears.
The chirping of these insects was like so kind of electric current flowing past his ears,
Even spreading throughout his entire body.
"Be careful..."
An Shiyu behind him warned. A branch abruptly sprang from the ground, lashing towards his forehead.
He casually grabbed the branch, about to yank it up.
A sudden sharp pain shot through his temple.
Even dizziness washed over him.
A familiar yet utterly alien weakness spread throughout his body, making Jiang Si freeze for a mont.
The branch that had erged from the ground directly flung him away!
No, his strength, speed, reaction, even the sense of rejection when supplying mana...
Wasn't this his own body?
Another blow from a Disaster Beast landed on him.
He clearly sensed the attack, which by past standards could be called extrely slow.
He should have been able to dodge it, but when it really hit his face, he still failed to react in ti and was sent flying.
He crashed headfirst into glass, blood gushing from his forehead.
Most of the blood flowed from his temple.
Dizzily raising his head, pain wracked his internal organs.
His body... wasn't right.
When he tried to stand up, he found his right leg was broken. He looked down.
It was bandaged with gauze, as if he had just left the hospital, and he was even wearing hospital slippers.
Why?
He coughed violently, even spitting out blood.
He hadn't felt like this in a long ti.
This feeling of death being so close, strangling his throat, roaring and howling at him.
Groping for his Miracle Seed, he found it was gone.
"In a Full Bloom Magical Girl's Heart Image Remnant."
An Shiyu said softly like this, "When you can't distinguish reality, reality itself will also be shaken by your heart."
"Does this world really have Magical Girls?"
Sothing echoed deep in his heart.
"Does this world really have supernatural powers?"
Countless insects flew over, almost burying him.
"Even after searching for so many years, even after always trying hard, I've never seen it."
Countless branches broke through the earth, tightly entangling him.
"Actually, it's all your dying fantasy, right?"
"Fantasizing that you obtained supernatural power."
"Fantasizing that you truly stepped onto the Heavenly Dao."
"Wake up!"
He opened his eyes.
"*Buzz buzz...*"
He finally heard that sound clearly.
It was the sound of dical equipnt.
Electric currents coursed through his body, constantly stimulating his nerves.
"Increase the voltage!"
His body practically jumped off the bed.
"That person said, if we save him, over a million each..."
"We're really about to shatter the darkness with thunder!"
A nurse nearby whispered, then forcefully pressed the defibrillator onto his chest again. Jiang Si's body flew up once more from the voltage.
He really wanted to say sothing.
But he couldn't speak. He could say he was electrocuted numb.
Could you please pay attention? The person is awake, and you're still using such high voltage. Do you want to send him off again?...
After a long while, violent coughing finally erupted.
They finally turned off the defibrillator over there.
"Quick, check... what's the situation?"
"He's really alive?"
"He could survive this..."
In his dazed state, he felt sothing tightly binding his body.
Was it... Disaster Beast branches?
He instinctively felt for his Miracle Seed.
It was indeed gone.
Taking a deep breath, when he beca a bit more alert, he felt the other pocket.
The Grief Seed he still carried.
He grabbed it and took it out.
However, when his perception began to clear, he realized it wasn't a Grief Seed at all.
But a pair of scissors.
So that's it. Was this the setting?
The tightly binding Disaster Beast branches made it hard to breathe. He gripped his "Grief Seed," shaped the mana, making it sharper, and violently slashed through those branches!
"Quick! The patient is having an episode! Hold him down!"
Even more "Disaster Beasts" pounced, pinning him firmly to the ground.
He looked up.
A broken streetlight crackled with sparks, flashing and making him dizzy.
Then slowly, slowly, that originally Beihai streetlight transford into the shadowless lamp of an operating table.
He exerted force again. This ti, sothing in his body began to break down.
Even bleeding.
The "Disaster Beasts" roared and howled.
Gradually turning into understandable words.
"Sedative!"
"Anesthetic!"
"Increase the dosage!"
Firmly pinned down, sharp pains ca from all over his body.
Probably pierced by the insects' mouthparts breaking his skin.
Intense pain began to course through his body.
Soon, the drugs took effect, and he passed out.
He could no longer feel mana.
Not only could he not feel mana, but even those things that could make his body stronger, break through limits, none of them existed anymore.
All the roars and howls fell into silence, only a faint sigh, coming from sowhere in the darkness.
"Rest well."
Thick darkness constantly devoured his consciousness and vision.
As if being sucked in, dissolved by boundless seawater, he could only feel the accompanying chill.
Yet there was still a fla, burning in the darkness.
That tiny wisp, ready to vanish at any mont, just refused to go out, kept burning.
Growing larger, growing fiercer!
Constantly scorching him, urging him.
Run, Jiang Si!
Run!
Towards the Heavenly Dao!
Towards the Great Dao you've already grasped!
...*Noise*.
And so, he opened his eyes again.
His entire body ached.
He was no longer lying on an operating table. Looking up, the unfamiliar ceiling was colorful.
He probably wasn't in a hospital.
The window was open, a cool breeze constantly blowing in from outside, carrying a hint of floral scent and the sll of damp earth and grass after rain.
Turning his head to look, opposite the window was a small garden.
Outside the window was a tree, its branches extending near the window, leaves rustling in the wind.
There were no other sounds.
The roars of Disaster Beasts, and that feeling from before, had all disappeared.
When he tried to think, a sharp pain shot through his right temple.
Blood flowed from the torn wound.
The wound he had stabbed through before.
They could even save soone from that.
He found it strange in his heart. When he tried to sit up, he found sothing pressing on his stomach.
Looking down, it was no surprise.
It was Lu Ya again.
She looked even more haggard than before, her eyes sowhat puffy, seeming like she had cried for a long ti.
Moving slightly disturbed her.
Then the girl raised her head, looked at him, stared blankly.
No one spoke. The wind outside blew in gusts, lifting the curtains. The sowhat weary sunlight, cut by the swaying leaves like shattered rcury, danced on the bedsheet and on the two of them.
Then Lu Ya started crying. No sobs, no words, just tears flowing like a breached dam.
"I'm sorry..."
Always this one sentence.
As if the girl before him had forgotten how to say anything else.
Jiang Si didn't say anything either, just wanted to get out of bed, but Lu Ya clung to him tightly, pressing him back onto the bed.
"Don't... don't go out again!"
Lu Ya said with a sob, "I'll watch you all the ti. I won't go anywhere. I'll always be by your side. Don't act recklessly anymore, please..."
"I need to use the bathroom."
"I've already prepared it for you." Lu Ya pointed to the bedside commode. "You can go right here."
"......"
Before he could speak, Lu Ya over there had already helped him take off his pants. "It's fine, you can go directly. I, I don't mind!"
"I mind."
"It's okay. Before, when you were unconscious, washing your body, changing clothes, I helped you with all of it. I've already seen everything, it's nothing..."
"...How is that nothing?"
The girl before him seed to lack a bit of common sense.
But since she said so, and he wasn't really a shy person either, if he needed to go, he'd just go.
Lu Ya sat upright opposite him, staring at him intently, not relaxing for a mont.
After finishing urinating and about to pull up his pants, Lu Ya hurriedly got up, holding toilet paper.
"Aren't you going to wipe?"
"Why wipe after peeing?"
"Still... it might still get dirty, right?" Lu Ya whispered. "Before... I wiped for you."
"......"
Do people still pee when unconscious?
Jiang Si had never thought about such things.
But looking at the sowhat stubborn girl, Jiang Si didn't insist. He casually took the toilet paper from her, wiped, then pulled up his pants and returned to bed.
"Jiang Si, do you want to play gas?"
"Oh, sure."
So Lu Ya pressed sothing on the remote.
A large screen descended from the ceiling, hanging in a complex and precise manner, then lit up.
Then a mouse, joystick, and keyboard—Lu Ya took them all out from a nearby cabinet and handed them to him. "Which one do you like to use?"
"Anything is fine."
Actually, Jiang Si didn't really like playing gas. Too much of a waste of ti, utterly aningless.
"This one is a ga adapted from a previous web novel, fighting genre, can be played by two people..."
Mostly garbage.
The production teams used their impoverished imagination and pitiful engines to turn magnificent web novel worlds into crude, shoddy toys.
Just looking at them felt pitiful.
He didn't know why anyone would like playing with this stuff.
"There are also many web novel adaptations into TV dramas, movies, I've collected them all..."
This was an even more famous toilet concentration zone.
It wasn't just a piece of shit anymore; these dung beetles were diligently rolling dung balls.
Bro thought he was Sisyphus—oh, they didn't need hypotheses or imagination; they were already very happy.
After all, usually ignored turds, grabbing so famous web novel titles to package them, could be force-fed to audiences in large quantities. If they weren't happy, it would be weird.
Thinking that the turds they produced could be fed to others like this, they probably laughed in their sleep at night.
Writing adaptation scripts for two famous web novels could probably cure depression...
"And also, so comics about Magical Girls. Before, you suddenly ntioned Magical Girls, I thought you might like them..."
Playing the ga casually, a fighting ga, neither of them knew how to play well. Distractedly talking about other things, no one paid attention to the ga. Simply controlling characters to run around and fight, then simply ending.
"What do you want to watch? I'll play it for you."
Jiang Si turned to look at her. The girl's eyes sparkled as she gazed at him, her beautiful pupils holding no extra negative emotions.
Full of happiness and joy.
"You don't owe anything." Jiang Si controlled his ga character, defeating Lu Ya's character. "And I don't owe you anything either."
"Don't cling to my side. Go do your own things."
Lu Ya stared blankly at the post-ga screen, the next round's countdown changing from ten to nine: "I've always been doing my own things, Jiang Si. I've always, always been doing what I want to do."
"Is there any aning?"
"Isn't happiness aningful?"
"It's aningless." Jiang Si watched the countdown reach zero, returning to the title screen. "Everything here is aningless."
"If you truly cannot endure this kind of life, cannot endure the dream destroyed because of ." Lu Ya grabbed his hand, those bright, shining eyes holding no fear or unease. "Please, kill , then kill yourself."
He'd encountered a lunatic.
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