At this mont, Miaomiao changed her tone and said quietly, "After so many years, your talent is impaired, and your mory is gone, but you haven’t changed at all, just as stubborn as before."
"..."
Lin Guang fell silent. Despite having no basis for it, he understood what Miaomiao was referring to.
But the next mont, his mind felt like it had been electrified...
Suddenly, he realized sothing very important.
Talent impairnt.
At five years old, his talent was impaired.
When he was four...
His talent was intact.
——Judging from the current evolution level and repair process, the Heart of Terra most likely started with more than 4 Dao Marks, almost enough to rank in the top 150 or even an advanced talent.
It should have manifested so special phenona.
And what Miaomiao just ntioned indeed seed like part of such phenona.
Because after seeing Elder Jin, he already understood that the golden birch trees of Zhen Sheng City are by no ans ordinary or mundane existences.
That’s why he saw the so-called light on so golden birch leaves.
A complete talent with existing Dao Marks, even if not awakened, ans he might have so other special traits.
Being born with Dao Marks, one is the distorter of reality.
And the special trait now in front of him——
"...!!"
Lin Guang suddenly realized sothing: "When I first t you, did I have... any other inexplicable traits?"
He inexplicably beca serious: "Did I ever sleep for a very long ti in one day? Or did I show a very lonely, out-of-place expression when looking at others?"
"...? "
Miaomiao looked into his eyes, seemingly contemplating why he asked this, then influenced by his seriousness, began to recall the impressions in her mind.
But in the end...
She shook her head solemnly: "Never happened."
"Rather, even though you said so very strange things and saw things others couldn’t see, you were very empathetic to others. You seed to always understand what they were thinking, why they laughed, and why they cried. And never did you sleep without waking."
"..."
Lin Guang was slightly stunned.
This sentence felt like so kind of guidance and brilliance.
Made him suddenly aware of a glimr of... hope.
Four years old, an age not yet marked too much by the world.
For a powerful talent with at least four Dao Marks, if there were any extraordinarily unique traits innately, they should have manifested.
And as ti passed, these traits from the Otherworld would gradually be buried until the talent awakened at sixteen — by then, personality and education would be nearly complete, and most could control their instincts upon awakening.
This point was ntioned in Kaiwen’s data.
And if he didn’t have such signs in the past.
Doesn’t it an——
The so-called eternal sleep, becoming a Source Stone, or becoming a so-called outlier, spreading the so-called Ore Disease in this world...
Shouldn’t, at least not completely be his innate instinct.
But... it was due to the will of the Source Stone, carrying a will that altered the soul after being infected by the Ore Disease.
This conclusion seems convoluted and appears pointless.
Because his instinct is now like this, these two outcos are indeed very likely to be where he finally ends up.
But... to Lin Guang, this is a key issue that symbolizes " as Myself."
In other words.
——My desire to survive, to fight for existence, to live as a human, is not contradicting my innate instinct.
——I am resisting... my instinct after being altered?
Lin Guang looked at Miaomiao and involuntarily froze.
In an instant, an inexpressible anger, carrying courage and exhilaration, unknowingly erged from the depths of his heart.
If being destined to beco a Source Stone, destined to beco an outlier spreading Ore Disease, was a fate, instinct, and original sin he was born with, even resilience as Lin Guang would feel an imnse pressure to reverse it.
But if it was the will of the Source Stone that took advantage and pushed him into this state due to his soul’s incompleteness...
Then Lin Guang’s struggle, his efforts, are because of the refusal to be altered, for maintaining his own will.
What he did was not wrong!
Damn it, I won’t take the bla for this!
The will within the Source Stone, by what right does it alter my will?
No matter whose will it belongs to, or if it’s from Future Ark’s past encounters, I’ll clash with you to the end!
Because only by doing so, Lin Guang would still be Lin Guang!
——I would still be my past self!
At this mont, Lin Guang could hardly suppress his surging emotions.
He took several deep breaths and, seeing the slightly startled Miaomiao, couldn’t help but hold her delicate hand again and gave it an excited squeeze.
"Thank you... thank you! This has helped a lot."
"If not for the words you rembered, I might’ve never known this, falling into unavoidable internal conflict and self-doubt."
Miaomiao looked dazedly at Lin Guang gripping her right hand, stunned for a mont until Lin Guang gradually cald down and started to feel his actions were a bit abrupt.
But in the next mont, Miaomiao smiled again.
She didn’t release Lin Guang’s hand; instead, she gently held it.
"I know, I know, you’ve co to understand sothing, right."
Her eyes, as if able to speak, gazed at Lin Guang, softly saying: "No matter what that is, I won’t persuade you otherwise; it’s the path you chose."
The young girl slowly turned, looking at Lin Guang, her voice almost blending into the moonlight, "But..."
"Don’t forget, you’re not alone anymore. Many people would be in pain and grief because of your departure, possibly never recovering."
"..."
Among them, does that include you?
Sohow, this thought flashed through Lin Guang’s mind.
Miaomiao lifted her face, moonlight cascading into her eyes; her eyelashes casting feather-like shadows on her face as she slightly squinted.
"Look," she whispered, pointing to the treetop of the birch trees.
Following her gaze, Lin Guang saw the full moon perfectly wedged between two branches, the moonlight diffusing through the thin clouds, forming a halo.
"The moon is beautiful tonight."
She spoke softly, yet every word was clear.
Lin Guang hesitated for a mont, seeing the moonlight dancing in Miaomiao’s pupils, the shadows of the birch tree falling on her slender collarbone, her fingers by her side slightly curled.
In this world, there’s no "Natsu Soseki," an author often encountered online by Lin Guang during his surfing endeavors, nor had he co across this reference.
It was purely a coincidence.
Lin Guang paused, not intending to say anything, but a gentle breeze tily lifted a strand of the girl’s hair, swaying softly by her cheek.
"Yes."
He ultimately responded, almost involuntarily, "The wind is gentle, too."
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