When the plot-skips players into the game world

Chapter 211 140

"What should I do?"

Yulia asked obediently, in a soft voice.

Even after hearing Aiwass was going to extract the Phantom Demon from inside her, she didn't think Aiwass wanted to kill her—despite the fact that, according to current technical knowledge, it was impossible to extract a Phantom Demon without endangering the host.

It wasn't that Yulia believed Aiwass genuinely possessed such a technique.

Rather, Yulia sincerely believed that Aiwass would never harm her, no matter what.

They had grown up together since childhood, relying on each other in the most difficult and lonely moments, and had never been apart since. Although they were not related by blood, their mutual trust was even stronger than that of most families.

"Take out that amulet, Yuli."

Aiwass took the still-warm amulet and smiled at Yulia, asking, "Aren't you quite curious about what's really inside?"

"I think it might be the Flame Spirit."

Yulia analyzed seriously, "Judging by the amulet's thickness, the stability of its temperature, and its heat retention, its main material should be a Flame Spirit that has been soaked in fire-attributed mana.

"It vaguely gives off a spicy sensation, so the maintaining materials might also include ginger or cinnabar; but after accumulating heat, it does not feel scalding to the touch, so there should be ruby or amber as stabilizing materials, or perhaps there is the addition of sapphire to provide a calming effect."

The girl's voice was soft and sweet, like a fairy tale, but her words were calm and rational.

"You are a genius, Yuli."

Aiwass praised her without stint.

With just a touch, she could roughly deduce the materials he had used.

Aiwass wasn't surprised. He knew that Yulia was just such a rational and mature girl.

Although she always acted soft and cuddly in front of him, it was just her being coquettish.

He had seen Yulia studying. She would earnestly use pens of different colors, writing down dense study notes in neat and elegant handwriting.

And when Yulia consulted her foster father with some questions, she was always very serious. She would earnestly discuss professional topics, her delicate little face always stern, and the pen in her hand almost never stopped.

There were hardly any toys in Yulia's bedroom.

The girls of this era were very fond of dollhouses and liked to fiddle with those delicate dolls. But Yulia's toys only included a strange little bear plush that looked like it had been cut in half from the front by a knife and then sewn up with thread.

Aside from a large number of books and study notes, Yulia's bedroom contained things that not even boys her age might be interested in.

Besides a complete set of the best alchemy equipment, her bedroom also housed an astronomical telescope, a large number of electronic components, and some woodworking tools. Yulia carved her own bookshelves, which were also engraved with intricate patterns.

She used to be interested in bicycles. But her body didn't support her riding a bike or going out. Moreover, her status as a young lady didn't permit her to play with uncouth, modern toys like bicycles.

So after doing her own research, Yulia made an Elven Style bicycle model from wood and chains. If the pedals were turned by hand, the wheels held up in the frame could even spin.

"After today, you'll be able to leave this body behind."

Aiwass said seriously as he pulled out two Tarot Cards that seemed blank on one side due to being stuck together face-to-face.

He held one of the cards between his right thumb and index finger, positioning the thumb on his side—keeping the upright Hanged Man on top and the reversed Sun on the bottom—and gestured for Yulia to do the same on the other side with her right thumb and index finger.

It was about to begin.

Aiwass took a deep breath. He couldn't help but feel a bit nervous.

After all, this matter related to Yulia's safety. She completely trusted Aiwass, so she was calm. It was Aiwass who was somewhat uneasy.

But he knew he had to stay calm.

So he began to steadily pour his own mana inside.

"——Obey me, Phantom Demon of the path of dedication!"

Aiwass's voice boomed, authoritative like a deity.

The breath of the Fallen Celestial Marshal moved slowly from between them, pushing towards Yulia.

It was merely a bridge built of a hint of dark mana, yet it was enough to connect their spirits.

A deep red illusionary chain emerged from Aiwass's heart, quickly piercing into Yulia's body.

It was a chain constructed from Aiwass's "soul" and "fate," the extremely fragile substance of Aiwass's entire life experiences condensed.

Only this substance... after being driven into the body of the Phantom Demon, could resonate with it.

The moment it happened, Aiwass's vision went dark.

He seemed to experience an illusion, or obtained a part of Yulia's memories.

Or rather, those were the memories left behind by the "Defiant Flame Butterfly" when it controlled Yulia's body—

Most of which showed Yulia gasping for breath, curled up in a corner and coughing. Her clothes and blankets gradually charred to blackness, her body steaming with white smoke.

Some memories depicted her body uncontrollably bursting into flames with the vague outline of butterfly wings formed from the blaze behind her.

And Aiwass also saw the familiar "warehouse."

That was the warehouse where an explosion had occurred.

Yulia staggered forward, her body covered in cracks like a fractured porcelain, coughing violently, expelling large clumps of dark red powder.

And those powders floating in the air, like the scales of butterflies or fragments of rubies.

They were like red stars filling the night sky, strikingly beautiful against the pitch-black warehouse.

They continuously absorbed the flames gushing from the cracks on Yulia's body, becoming even brighter.

When their density and brightness reached a certain level, they exploded with a boom!

Yulia was blown away by the blast wave, falling to the ground.

She curled up on the floor in pain, coughing violently. But she couldn't cough up blood—only red powder and occasional flashes of flame.

Yulia's suppressed coughs filled Aiwass's ears.

"I want... to be healthy..."

Her voice, weighed down, resonated softly, "I want to live..."

And the next moment, Aiwass's vision plunged into darkness.

In the absolute dark, Yulia lay curled up, naked and asleep within a deep red crystal.

The crystal shell, seemingly filled with blood, was now covered in cracks. It bore silver-white runes, clinging to the crystal like tape desperately trying to fix a broken vessel.

Yulia, with eyes closed, floated within the crystal. Her body was marred with fierce wounds, and blood seemed to flow from them to quench the flames that surged out of the wounds.

So this was her suffering...

"I've come to save you."

Aiwass felt a stir in his heart, murmuring softly, "I've made it in time... Yuli.

"You will survive. I swear."

Aiwass, floating in the void, slowly raised his ethereal hand and gently placed it on the red crystal.