The Delicate Female Lead Only Wants to be Loved by the Villainous Young Ladies Chapter 499: My Name

The mories of Shirley that followed were bright and cheerful for a long ti. To describe it in the format of a light novel, it would be:

—Regarding the matter of a girl with divine blood, chosen by fate, invincible, standing at the pinnacle of magic, acting recklessly in the human world, and building a huge harem.

The girl asured the world with her footsteps, adhering to her own principles. She believed that “My heart and my actions are as clear as a mirror, and everything I do is justice.” When she encountered sothing she considered wrong, like a barbaric tribe sacrificing beautiful girls, or travelers being threatened by bandits, Shirley would always step in to help. As for the beautiful girls she saved clinging to her and offering themselves... Shirley was also very helpless about this.

But she wasn’t good at refusing, so she eventually acquiesced to the girls’ company. Slowly, Shirley built her first adventurer team, nad the Witch Society. Then, with her belief in justice, unity, and equality, she gradually absorbed people into it, developing it into an organization similar to an adventurer’s guild.

The Witch Society didn’t restrict gender or race. As long as you believed in the principles Shirley set, had the belief that you could change the world and create equality, different from praying to gods or nature, you could join. “Man can conquer nature” was the idea Shirley proposed that shocked everyone. And she secretly vowed to lead by example.

One day... she would raise her rebellious sword against the stubborn gods. Did it sound unfilial? But Shirley was serious! At that ti, she didn’t know her own background, nor did she know the secret and truth that could overturn everything.

So, all she thought about was defeating Yawei, stopping her from... and building a utopian country where all people could live happily. It sounded difficult. But in the mythical era with rich magic power, as long as the problems of floods and various natural disasters were solved, it wasn’t difficult to grow enough food and lay a solid material foundation.

Then, it was about eting people’s spiritual needs for a better life, equality, and freedom when material resources were relatively abundant. To achieve this, even with Shirley’s imnse power, she couldn’t do it alone.

But she had like-minded companions and her Witch Society. Each of them had unique skills and the sa belief as Shirley, and then they used this belief, and actions, to influence others. Gradually, the belief in and stories of the Witch Society began to spread exponentially around the world.

More and more people and Foreign Races were willing to put aside their prejudices and past conflicts, live in peace, and believe that Shirley and her Witch Society could bring light to their future. The races in this world, although they didn’t speak the sa language and didn’t have the sa habits, because of the Witch Society as a bond, actually learned what it ant to be united.

And Shirley also realized during this journey that besides spreading the belief in the utopian country of Sodom, she had to do sothing more important, such as unifying the language, unifying the writing!

Only by achieving this could she ensure that the current achievents would not be weakened or destroyed with the passage of ti in the future. This was the significance of history! To let people always rember their past deeds and pass on that spirit. At the sa ti, language and writing were also the foundation of mutual understanding and communication, which could transcend all differences and prejudices in this world.

So she chose to seclude herself. Even if her harem ca to her late at night feeling lonely, she ignored them. Just like that, after eighty-one days—actually, maybe it wasn’t that long, it’s just that Shirley thought it was because she worked day and night—Shirley finally created a language and writing system that took into account all races, a universal one!

She even created the world’s first mature magic system! The “magic circuit” system passed down by later generations. She taught all this to her harem without reservation.

The harem then passed it on to the Witch Society, and the Witch Society passed it on to countless tribes, city-states, and even countries. Although this was a long process, when Shirley saw travelers from afar speaking the common language with their own accents, communicating with the people at the Black Feather Society’s stronghold, she felt a lump in her throat, realizing that her efforts had not been in vain. What she wanted to see was precisely this kind of communication across ti, space, differences, and races!

But this was undoubtedly sothing Yawei didn’t want to see. It’s just that Shirley was too obedient, coming and going at Her call, acting flawlessly, which led to Yawei’s indulgence of Shirley for such a long ti. It could be said that Shirley deceived Yawei. But every ti she left her harem and returned to Heaven... Shirley felt indescribable despair.

Everything was so unbearable to look back on. It was the darkest day in Shirley’s seemingly smooth life journey. But no matter how sad or grieved, Shirley still endured all that betrayal and punishnt alone, just because she deeply realized that with just herself and everyone present... they were absolutely no match for the Lord of Heaven, Yawei.

Before the ti was ripe, before her utopian country was built, she could only endure, endure constantly! No one knew what kind of bitterness was hidden behind Shirley’s smile, which had never been sad.

Just like that, days passed day by day, and Shirley beca stronger day by day. She awakened her “Eye of God” and used it to communicate with races and wandering evil gods from many different worlds. Those who could be communicated with, she tried to lay the groundwork for the future war. Those who couldn’t, she exchanged friendly greetings and then quickly slipped away.

For example, a soul sli that devoured knowledge, or a planet-sized evil god, waving tentacles and speaking an incomprehensible language that drove people crazy, seemingly wanting to get close to Shirley. By this ti, she had already realized that she was unusual and that the Lord of Heaven, Yawei, might have been deceiving her from the beginning.

But before the utopian country was established, before her wings were fully grown, Shirley could only endure. Finally, the utopian country Shirley longed for was expanded and completed based on the Witch Society, and she personally invited people and Foreign Races who believed in the Witch Society from various races to live there.

Here, everyone was equal, practicing a system of common production and common distribution, with strict laws, and everyone was their own master... It sounded perfect. In reality, even though all races used the sa language and writing, there were still many troubles when they lived together.

However, these troubles were gradually solved with the improvent of the Witch Society, and the social atmosphere in the utopian country Sodom beca more and more harmonious. Everyone optimistically believed in the future, and it wasn’t out of blind faith.

Shirley felt the sa way. If she just had a little more ti, a little more ti, she would definitely be able to... But in the end, the one who couldn’t endure it was Shirley herself.

The image in her mory beca dim, everything was twisting, collapsing, because of a flood, a life-and-death separation. It was Shirley’s most unbearable mory, the past she didn’t want to recall the most. Her first love, the tribal girl “Xia.” Just when she was about to lead the whole tribe to migrate to Shirley’s utopian country, she died in a sudden flood.

But she originally had a chance to survive. At the last mont, she sacrificed herself to save a little girl in the tribe. When the remaining tribal people finally arrived at the gate of the utopian country under the leadership of the acting patriarch, they ca to the eagerly waiting Shirley.

At this mont, she was dressed incredibly beautifully. Anyone who admired Shirley couldn’t help but envy the human “Xia” whom Shirley had longed for countless tis. But where was Xia?

Shirley’s smile gradually froze on her face and then disappeared. The acting patriarch of the tribe knelt before her, tearfully telling her about the sudden flood and Xia’s sacrifice.

It turned out that when one was extrely sad, they would be incredibly dazed, their whole body cold. She murmured, “Why...”

“Why didn’t the protective amulet I gave Xia work...”

Obviously, anyone could die, only her “Xia,” she wouldn’t die! Shirley’s amulet could protect her safety!

A light suddenly flashed sowhere, falling into Shirley’s almost dead eyes, making her look up in a daze, only to find a crying little girl in the tribe. On her chest, a protective amulet that Shirley was very familiar with was shining brightly.

It was as if “Xia’s” sparkling eyes were still watching Shirley. She had learned to be reserved, mature enough to be the leader of the tribe. She was no longer like the young tribal girl many years ago, who would directly express “I love you” to the person she loved. But it seed like she would never learn to hide the love in her eyes.

In the torrent of the flood, Xia hugged the drowning and unconscious little girl without hesitation, then tremblingly put the protective amulet she had never taken off for a day... on the girl’s chest, casting a final gaze filled with apology and love at this protective amulet.

“I’m sorry, Shirley.”

“I still couldn’t fulfill... our agreent.”

“But... I love you.” The cold flood took away the last bit of warmth from Xia’s body. The girl, bathed in the light of the amulet, slowly floated to the surface. Xia, however, lost her strength and fell into the bottomless, turbulent river. At the last mont of her life, she seed to rember sothing, and a sweet smile appeared on her lips.

Xia’s last thoughts, transcending ti, space, and life and death, drifted into Shirley’s heart.

..................

Floods were God’s wrath. This was a legend passed down in the myths of countless races in this world. But only Shirley clearly knew that this wasn’t a legend, but a real fact!

The extrely saddened girl looked up at the sky. At that mont, the sky and earth darkened, and endless rain poured down. It was obviously Yawei being angry that her “daughter” dared to look at Her with such rebellious eyes.

But the usually rciful She was still willing to give Shirley a chance to make ands. So She sent down a beam of light. That light pierced through the dark clouds like black fog and turned into a golden ladder reaching the sky, guiding Shirley back to Heaven. As long as she apologized, Yawei would forgive her and treat her as before.

How could Shirley refuse such kindness? But what Yawei didn’t expect was that the next mont, the ladder to heaven crumbled inch by inch, turning into strears of light and scattering. The Lord of Heaven suddenly realized that She had suddenly lost control of the human world. The surging seas cald down, the sunlight broke through the clouds, and the whole world was as bright as yesterday.

For the first ti, Shirley defied her “mother” with her own power, and this also heralded the arrival of the destined battle of the mythical era... in advance.

Before the war, Shirley t a person, a special human. Because she couldn’t move easily, she sat in a simple wheelchair, often pushed by soone behind her. But when facing her, although only for a mont, Shirley felt a pressure like facing the Lord of Heaven, Yawei.

When asked her na, the other party thought carefully for a long ti, and finally smiled and shook her head apologetically,

“I can’t rember clearly anymore. It’s just that at that ti, people called King.”

“...King? When?”

Could it be that the woman in front of her was the king of so tribe or city-state? The woman replied faintly, “Before that great flood that swept the world.”

“I was the king of the Human Race.”

Shirley froze. Even she couldn’t believe the woman’s words. The great flood... that was how many eras ago?

Although Yawei was now a tyrannical god, all myths and legends told the story of the Lord of Heaven taming the great flood and saving the remaining lives in this world. Shirley firmly believed this.

At least... that was how it used to be.

But the woman told Shirley a truth that she couldn’t accept but had to believe. That great flood was originally caused by the Lord of Heaven, Yawei, after she stole the authority of the Creation God, in order to destroy the Human Race favored by the Creation God!

She destroyed an entire ancient era of humans and life, leaving only a few survivors. And then, after an unknown number of years, the tenacious Human Race reproduced and multiplied to their current scale. At this ti, the Lord of Heaven began to preach the myth of being the savior.

If possible, She wouldn’t bother to disguise herself, it was purely because... later, Shirley appeared in this world. As a fragnt of the Creation God’s soul, she was poured all the twisted love of Yawei. “B-But... this is impossible!”

“You’re human, your lifespan should be limited, but why can you live until now!”

“If you can live until now, you shouldn’t...!”

“Shouldn’t be in a wheelchair, right?” The woman who called herself the “Human King” didn’t feel offended. And the next mont, she closed her eyes and gently invited, “My beloved, the only God.”

“I will give you everything without reservation.” The next mont, the woman opened her spiritual world, letting Shirley see the mories of the past one after another.

Actually, it was the sa thing that Shirley later did to Adele... It’s just that Shirley’s soul was more powerful, directly letting Adele “understand everything instantly.”

But the “Human King” at that ti, the later “Philosopher King,” let Shirley spend an endless amount of ti, not stopping until the girl was completely imrsed in it, watching that apocalyptic scene with tears streaming down her face.

Shirley understood everything. She understood that what the Human King said was not false, but the blood and tears that had happened in this world. And the reason the Human King could live until today was because she had gathered the will and spirit of the entire ancient human race.

Once a person died, their soul would instantly vanish. But in the face of the apocalypse, countless souls could actually form a huge and indescribable force, lingering and unwilling to leave this world. They intertwined with each other, tightly embracing each other as souls, forming an indescribable, giant “monster” created by the will of the world, almost as tall as the sky.

At a glance, it was full of sad, laughing, painful, struggling human heads and limbs, regardless of age or gender, randomly pieced together. It was a scene even more terrifying than hell.

And these lost souls who refused to leave finally entered the body of the Human Queen, who fought to the last mont for the entire Human Race, standing with her king’s sword replacing her broken legs, refusing to kneel to the Lord of Heaven, Yawei, until death.

The Human King, the king who carried the hopes of the entire Human Race, opened her eyes again in this world where the true God had fallen and a false God had stolen Its authority. She was resurrected in the apocalypse where her country and the people she wanted to protect were gone. Life was worse than death.

She couldn’t actually be called “alive.” It’s just that she would never die, for the sake of those deceased humans, she must not die!

Shirley finally learned the truth and the reality that she had been deceived all along. At the sa ti, part of the mories of the old days, imprinted deep in Shirley’s soul, began to revive!

After a long ti, a “divine” aura emanated from the girl’s body for no reason. The soul of the Creation God awakened at that mont, or rather, the dormant self in Shirley’s spiritual realm.

She wiped away Her tears, and an unprecedented firmness appeared in Her eyes as She looked at the Human King. “The war... is about to begin.”

“But even I have no chance of winning now, there’s just no way back.”

“Human King, I think you understand this better than anyone.”

“I can try to take a gamble, but you, you can’t.”

“But in the future, at the cost of the Eye of God shattering, I used the thread that allows to see through worlds and ti and move forward continuously to see the future.”

“I saw a girl, a... promising girl.”

“Perhaps she can fulfill the wish I couldn’t fulfill, do the things I couldn’t do.”

“So please don’t participate in this war, please...”

“Reinforce the future.”

“If possible, I hope we can et again.” That was the last conversation between Shirley and ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) the Human King.

Later, She also went to hell alone and reached a secret agreent with the Hell Queen, Jormungandr, and with her harem... Everything was ready, the dark clouds were pressing down on the city, and it was about to be destroyed.

The final battle of the mythical era, with the fall of countless angels and the siege, thus began. There was no need to elaborate on the final outco. Shirley tried her best but still couldn’t protect her loved ones, her world. The mythical era was completely destroyed by the heavenly fire summoned by the Lord of Heaven, Yawei.

But Shirley also had her final arrangents in her most desperate situation. She went to that special small world, the later Blood Secret Realm, and buried herself there.

Thousands of years later, the world restarted. After another few thousand years, a team of twelve adventurers broke into this world. Ying Zhou was the first to discover the tomb of the god, the “land of divine treasures.” She found many records of the mythical era there.

And she also saw the remains of the god, nailed to a cross in a sea of flowers, covered with a white shroud, only a pair of jade-white feet hanging down. Suddenly, there was a “plop, plop...” sound in the land of divine treasures.

It was drops of scarlet divine blood! Flowing down from the god’s heart, all the way down the jade-white feet, falling to the ground, spotless, like glazed beads.

There were twelve drops of divine blood in total, corresponding exactly to the twelve people who broke in. Ying Zhou didn’t dare to desecrate the true god, and also realized that this was God’s gift. So she took the twelve drops of divine blood and shared them with everyone. From then on, they had the ability of longevity, the only flaw was that they needed to drink the blood of others, otherwise they would have the symptom of blood thirst.

Actually, the god dripped another drop of blood later, but Ying Zhou didn’t notice it. And that drop of blood rged into the Blood Secret Realm.

A few thousand years passed, and the outside world beca prosperous again. Soone broke into the land of divine treasures again. It was one of the twelve True Ancestors, True Ancestor Xina.

She didn’t want to bear the fate and curse of blood anymore, and wanted to return the divine blood to the god. And she was actually lucky enough to witness the “resurrection” of the god.

On the cross, the white shroud suddenly fell. The god broke out of the body called “Shirley,” as flawless as snow, her eyes innocent, quietly looking at True Ancestor Xina. True Ancestor Xina, however, didn’t dare to desecrate the god and had already closed her eyes, not seeing any inappropriate parts of the divine body.

Then, she was about to return her divine blood to the god, but was refused. So True Ancestor Xina, who didn’t want to bear the “fate of blood” anymore, simply scattered her divine blood into the Blood Secret Realm.

This action of True Ancestor Xina’s didn’t have any effect on the resurrected so-called god. Instead, it inadvertently caused her divine blood to fuse with another drop of blood, the thirteenth drop of divine blood left in the Blood Secret Realm, actually giving it a vague and indistinct consciousness. And after gaining consciousness, the first thing this thirteenth drop of divine blood saw when looking at this world... was the god’s pure and flawless body.

The divine blood was moved. The god didn’t pay attention to the thirteenth drop of divine blood, nor did she care about the already dead True Ancestor Xina, muttering to herself, “Who am I?”

“Why am I here?”

“What am I going to do?” And then she kept thinking and recalling, following the mission of this newly created body.

The god finally understood the aning of her existence. “I am... a vessel.”

“A perfect vessel to carry the soul from the future, from another world.”

“My na is...”

—”Adele.”