I want to just drift through life in Type-Moon.

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After the tinnitus finally disappeared, she lay on the table, panting heavily, covered in sweat. She couldn't understand what had just happened, but the little girl still realized that she seemed to have some kind of secret.

She felt a deep fear of those things, so she took a deep breath, struggled to stand up, poured herself a glass of warm water, and drank a few sips. She calmed herself down and looked at the diary with a conflicted expression, unsure whether to continue translating it.

With no adults around and no way to discuss this with a teacher, she felt extremely lonely and helpless.

So she didn't touch the diary again until the next day.

She has taken the past few days off and has had plenty of time to think, but for a little girl, many things cannot be answered simply by thinking.

Having no relatives or friends, she couldn't come up with any ideas no matter how hard she tried. In the end, she decided to finish reading her grandfather's diaries.

After finishing reading the last entry in one go, she stared blankly at the words on the paper, feeling as if her entire worldview had been turned upside down.

—I think I'm going to die, right? As Lingling went to junior high school, I felt my body was getting weaker and weaker. But it's okay, I've done everything I could and should have done. Lingling is a cheerful and capable child. Even if I'm gone, she can live a good life.

But there are still two years left. If I die, what will happen to Lingling? Should I ask the Aozaki family, who manage this area, for help? If it's the Fifth Law, it should be able to help Lingling get through those four great tribulations. Or should I just let Lingling change her surname back? As long as she doesn't run away, the last two life-threatening tribulations that even I wasn't sure about will disappear without a trace.

Upon seeing this, the girl noticed another surname, Aozaki, which seemed to be a common Japanese surname.

Also, if she changes her name to Ji Lingling, then the so-called death calamity will disappear.

She had come to believe in what her grandfather had mentioned, because whenever she saw the name "Ji Lingling," she felt that the name possessed infinite magic, as if some innate voice was calling to her.

—No, absolutely not. No matter what, I have to hold on. Thirteen years have already passed! I can't let the misfortune that happened to Qiaoqiao be repeated on Lingling!

The tragedy of being born guilty, the fate of being manipulated by the concubine, by the world, and by the sage, must not be repeated.

Starting from four thousand four hundred years ago or even earlier, bound by the fate of two thousand seven hundred years ago, and which should have ended with the slaying of the Crimson Dragon six hundred and fifty years ago, Lingling cannot continue to bear this fate!

The girl stroked the text, not knowing its meaning, but it seemed to convey her grandfather's endless obsession.

She saw the powerful and vigorous strokes, but she also saw the powerlessness hidden beneath them.

—Today is Lingling's fourteenth birthday. Ah, only two more times, is it over after just two more times? But this calamity is more hidden than I imagined. I never thought it would be me who suffers this calamity.

I forgot, I forgot the relationship between "Lezheng" and "Ji". Even though I am Lingling's grandfather, I am only "Lezheng Tu" and not "Ji Tu". Zhou Gongdan foresaw this, so he created rites and music and gave our line of descendants the title of "Lezheng".

I think I'm going to die. It's true what they say, offending the heavens is something that can't be overturned by human effort. So this is how it is. As they say, human strength has its limits, and resources have their limits. It seems that it was a foolish thing for me to take the curse for Lingling. Even if it was just suppression, I should have done it. I should have sealed it away back then and waited until Lingling came of age to unseal it, then nothing would have happened.

Upon reading this, the girl's eyes instantly turned red. She bit her lip tightly, so hard that her pink lips were bitten until they bled, and bright red blood dripped onto the paper.

She had never hated her powerlessness as much as she did at this moment. If she hadn't been so weak, her grandfather wouldn't have had to bear those curses for her.

She also hated those who had cursed her. Although she didn't know exactly how many people there were, several images still flashed through her mind.

She arrived at school early on duty and inadvertently saw the chubby girl stuffing black envelopes into her shoe locker; the boy leader who kept pointing at her and making a scene after her confession failed; her best friend who secretly threw her own belongings into the trash can; and the female teacher who, when she went to the office to find the teacher, overheard her saying that she would definitely grow up to be a vixen.

The girl's heart was slowly stained with darkness. The blood flowing from her lips dripped onto the paper. She pursed her lips, and her mouth was immediately filled with the taste of blood.

She used to be very afraid of pain, but now she feels no pain at all, because this pain is insignificant compared to the pain in her heart.

The girl wiped the blood off the paper. The bloodstains, like paint, faded from dark to light on her paper, carrying an ominous scent. An immature idea formed in her mind, but it wasn't the right time yet.

She looked at the translated diary again; it was nearing its end.

The scene freezes here again, with the woman who calls herself Ji Qiaoqiao looking at the girl wiping away the bloodstains, and for some reason, a satisfied expression appears on her face.

Yuzhu watched this scene as well, and felt a sense of empathy. Witches were all cursed beings, and the word "happiness" was too far away for them.

"You are Ling's mother, right?" Chengzi looked at Ji Qiaoqiao. "If you were here, Ling wouldn't have encountered those things. Why don't you, who are so powerful, help her?"

Taking advantage of the pause, Orange asked the question. Although her personality is now more inclined to be cold and rational, it does not mean that she is not emotional.

As for this girl who looks exactly like Yue Zhengling, whose name is probably Yue Zhengling or Ji Lingling, she was overcome by maternal instinct because she loved her.

She could see intense resentment and hatred on Lingling's face; for a child who was only thirteen or fourteen, such feelings were not good.

Children of this age are exceptionally sensitive in their thoughts and feelings, and are particularly prone to getting caught up in one-sided, agonizing thoughts about life and death, the universe, themselves, others, and the existence of things around them.

This period was when Qingzi was at her most mischievous, dared to drag her out of the workshop, and disobeyed her grandfather's orders. However, after meeting Yue Zhengling, the situation completely changed.

However, Lingling's surroundings are completely different. Her only relative has passed away, and she is then forced to accept facts that are completely beyond her comprehension. Her outlook on life will definitely suffer a devastating blow.

"Little Orange, are you blaming me?" The woman slowly closed her folding fan, then turned around and quietly looked at Orange.

When she looked directly at this person, Orange felt her breath catch in her throat and almost lost her ability to think. However, she quickly recovered. This was partly because she was in her cold personality and partly because she had the memories of her other self from another world, which gave her a resistance to this kind of irrational beauty.

From the moment this person appeared, he intentionally or unintentionally used a fan to cover part of his face, or only let the three girls see part of his appearance, probably because he knew the power of his appearance.

Orange admitted that this person was very beautiful. If we disregard her temperament and only talk about her appearance, then her beauty could be described as breathtaking.

There is a Japanese story called "The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter" in which Princess Kaguya, the moon princess, is said to possess a beauty that surpasses the limits of human imagination and is completely indescribable.

Orange, on the other hand, saw traces of this beauty in the final lesson of her teacher Balyeleta's family lineage, which was to reach the source through "beauty." These traces were found in the peerless Golden Princess and Silver Princess.

Despite the differences in Eastern and Western aesthetics, she still couldn't imagine what Princess Kaguya looked like back then, but now she found it in this woman.

Fortunately, this person is an illusory existence. Just like the Golden Princess and the Silver Princess did not truly reach the origin through "beauty," but rather it was a concept similar to "the manifestation of beauty." Ji Qiaoqiao appeared in an illusory form, which weakened this beauty invisibly.

That's why Orange was able to maintain her tough stance and not show any submissive attitude towards the other party.

"No, I was just asking a simple question." Under the other person's intense gaze, Orange stared at her even more intently.

With a "whoosh," Ji Qiaoqiao opened her fan and looked at Chengzi with a strange expression, as if she had discovered something incredible. She exclaimed in surprise, "Oh my! Little Chengzi is actually looking at me like that. This is really something!"

"Auntie..." Seeing the woman's appearance, Qingzi immediately ran over and looked up at her with pleading eyes.

"Alright, since it's Xiaoqing's request, we'll let it go this time."

With a "whoosh," Ji Qiaoqiao snapped the fan shut again and tapped Qingzi's forehead a few times with it.

"Xiao Cheng, it's not that I didn't want to help Lingling; after all, she's my daughter. But at the time, I had no reason to interfere," the woman said with a smile, toying with the fan in her hand.

"To give a few examples, if Yuu-ju, the fairy tale witch, were to get serious, this world, where the magic and sorcery system is gradually collapsing, could potentially be changed."

"Just the fact that a little bead holding the [Fragment of One] can achieve this level, what do you think it is?" The woman tilted her head, her fan touching her cheek and causing it to slightly dent, a gesture that was exceptionally cute.

Orange's eyes flickered slightly.

“The actions of those who use the law affect the world. The scope of application varies, but the conditions are increasingly stringent.”

"As for the Sixth Law, it can be activated as long as one of the two restraining forces allows it. In other words, the Sixth Law of this generation must be recognized by the Alaya, since it is the ultimate means to avoid the extinction of mankind."

"As for the Fifth Law, as long as the user does not use it to accelerate the destruction of Earth, Gaia will support it, and Alaya will not vote against it."

"The Fourth Law can only be used in the current world line with the permission of both Gaia and Alaya."

"The activation of the Third Law requires the recognition of the world, which includes but is not limited to Gaia and Alaya, and the recognition of Valhalla is also necessary."

"The conditions for the second method are even stricter. First, it is necessary to wait until there is a karmic connection for him to enter the current world line. Second, it is necessary to obtain the permission of Gaia, Alaya, Valhalla, and the Inner Sea of ​​Stars. Otherwise, if he acts recklessly, it would be a relief if a world line were completely messed up."

"After all, the Second Magic involves magic from other timelines. If it's just a simple extraction of magic from other timelines, that's fine. But if the Second Magic affects something essential, then you'll see what it means to have a domino effect, and the greatest chaos in history will come."

"However, even though that's the case, the Second Law can disregard the will of Gaia and Alaya to some extent, but it's hard to say about the Sea of ​​Stars and Valhalla. Ultimately, it depends on the user's will."

"However, given the personality of the current holder of the Second Law, these problems will inevitably arise sooner or later."

At this point, Ji Qiaoqiao revealed a mocking smile, it was unclear whether she was mocking Gemstone Elder or what she was about to say.

"As for the First Law, that is the ultimate means, the scene that the [World] least wants to see, because every time the First Law is activated, it brings endless pain to the [World]."

Ji Qiaoqiao turned around and walked to the frozen girl's side, tapping the fan on the girl's shoulder with a certain rhythm, and then pressed it tightly against the girl's carotid artery.

"The deeper the love, the deeper the hate. Little Orange, I'll show you the consequences of my interference."

After he finished speaking, time began to flow again, and then—

Chapter 270 Hearing Things I Don't Know - Part 4

Title: Hearing the Unknown – The Changing Seasons and the Cycle of Life

"The deeper the love, the deeper the hate. Little Orange, I'll show you the consequences of my interference."

After she finished speaking, time began to flow again, and the girl who was supposed to be reading the last paragraph of the translated scroll suddenly looked up.

There was a loud knocking on the shop door. The girl frowned and looked towards the door. It was strange that someone would come at this hour.

Putting aside the fact that it's past lunchtime and her family no longer has a head chef, so naturally they won't be open for business anymore, why would anyone still come?

"Is anyone inside?" A voice I didn't recognize came from outside.

The girl sat quietly in place, without responding.

On the one hand, she is not in the mood to pay attention to outside affairs, and on the other hand, her current appearance makes it inconvenient for her to see outsiders.

The knocking continued for a while, and when no one answered, the person outside finally stopped, and the faint footsteps gradually faded away from the shop.

The girl lowered her head, about to continue reading her grandfather's diary, when a voice suddenly came from behind her.

"Since you're here, you should at least answer me. I searched for a long time before finding this place."

The girl turned around abruptly and saw a head on the back wall. Before she could say anything, the person jumped over the wall and entered the yard.

Her short hair swayed as she skillfully scaled the wall, and although it was trespassing, her movements were strangely cool.

When the other person stood under the tree in the backyard, smiling at Yue Zhengling, she realized what was happening. She had wanted to shout, but she held back after seeing the other person's kind smile.

This was a young woman a few years older than her, with short, silver-white hair. Combined with her delicate features and slender limbs, she looked like a handsome young man at first glance. But when Lingling saw her fair skin and slightly heaving chest, she knew she was mistaken.

"Who, who are you?" The girl looked at her uneasily, hiding the paper she was holding behind her back.

The other person looked at her actions with surprise, then blinked, seemingly somewhat taken aback by her behavior. "Ah, I see. I'm a step too late after all. Is this why the Jiang family woke me up and sent me here?"

The handsome woman hesitated for a moment, then looked at Yue Zhengling and asked, "What is your wish?"

Lingling seemed completely bewildered by the situation. She was asking her name, but Lingling was giving her a completely different answer. What kind of question was that? Was she Santa Claus who could grant wishes?

Even though she couldn't understand the question, Lingling still answered truthfully, "I...I want Grandpa to come back."

The woman opposite him nodded. "If that's your wish, it can be granted, but what price are you willing to pay?"

When Yue Zheng heard that this person actually said he could do it, he not only did not show any joy, but his eyes became wary instead.

A while ago, the bulletin board posted propaganda about a new religious sect. My grandfather said that it was a cult that bewitched people. If someone tried to persuade you to join, or said that their leader was omnipotent, then don't even think about it, just drive them away.

"You, you go—if you leave now, I won't call the police," Yue Zhengling warned in a righteous tone.

The other person was taken aback at first, then slowly approached her with a hint of amusement. "If I don't leave, what can you do? Even if you call the police, you should know that distant water can't quench a nearby fire, and you'll still be helpless in the end."

It was only then that Yue Zhengling realized that the other person's way of speaking was very strange, and that she wasn't even speaking Japanese, yet she could "understand" everything she said.

Upon realizing this, Yue Zhengling's heart stirred slightly. "Could you be one of the eight million gods? Can you really grant my wish?!"

"Eight million gods? Where did all that come from? Ah, I see, it's a Japanese legend. Hehe, if that's what you think, it's not impossible. After all, I'm just a spirit, like the tsukumogami of this country."

The woman smiled calmly, acknowledging her identity. However, when she first mentioned the eight million gods, a hint of disdain flashed in her eyes, and when she spoke of the tsukumogami, a self-deprecating glint appeared in her eyes.

"—As long as Grandpa can come back to life, whatever you can offer as a price, God, please take it." After listening to the other party's words, Yue Zhengling decided to believe her. Then she closed her eyes tightly, pretending to be afraid of pain.

The price she imagined was her own flesh and blood, since in the stories she had read, the monsters all liked these things.

But after a very long time, the expected pain still did not occur, so she opened her eyes a crack to see what the other person was doing. Then she found that the other person was looking at her with a speechless expression.

"My Lord God, didn't you say you would resurrect my grandfather? I'll pay you the price right now. Please, resurrect my grandfather!"

"You're mistaken. I'm not one of those lowly demons, and I have no ability to grant your wish," the other party shrugged, speaking in a tone of helplessness.

"Didn't you just say—" Upon hearing this answer, Yue Zhengling's eyes widened, and her face turned red with anger.

“I only know the method, but I don’t have the ability—or rather, I alone cannot fulfill your wish.” The silver-haired woman waved her hand, signaling Yue Zhengling to calm down. “If you really want to fulfill this wish, you need to find something else.”

"What is it? Where is it!" Yue Zhengling looked at the other person anxiously. If finding that thing could really fulfill her wish, she was willing to pay any price.

"That thing is a glass sphere called 'Heaven's Will.' If you really want to find it, I can guide you to find it." The person looked at Yue Zhenglingling with a strange gaze. "However, if you really want to find 'Heaven's Will,' you must first change back to the Ji surname. Have you thought it through?"

Le Zhengling was slightly taken aback, and then belatedly asked, "My Lord, did you come to find me because you knew about my affairs?"

"Of course I came to find you because I know about you. After all, the Jiang clans of Fengge and Luantai have discovered the shifting of stars and the reversal of heaven and earth. I have no choice but to take action. Also, stop calling me God. To me, you are the omnipotent god."

The silver-haired girl walked slowly to Yue Zhengling and gently took her hand.

"Then how should I address you, my divine being?" Yue Zhengling's hand was pulled by another slightly cool hand, and she felt that her heart, which had been filled with hatred, had been cleansed.

"As for my name, you can call me [Jiehuan]."

"This name is so strange," Yue Zhengling said softly, looking at the other person's face.

"Because I myself am a ring. How about you help me choose a name?" The person who called himself Jie Huan chuckled, reaching out to stroke Yue Zheng Lingling's lips. The wound on her lips slowly healed, eventually returning to normal.

Le Zheng looked at her with a blank expression, thinking that her smile was really beautiful, and from the beginning, the tone and rhythm of her voice were like singing poetry.

“Chords—yes, from now on we’ll call you ‘Chords,’ God.”

The silver-haired woman was slightly taken aback. She had only said it casually, but she didn't expect Yue Zhenglingling to actually give her a name. "Chorus? This name is not bad."

"Then, as a way of repaying you, I will stay by your side and protect you until you make up your mind, after all, your final calamity is about to come."