Transmigrating into the only holy female in the interstellar world, the orcs who have no descendants

Laing opened his eyes, his blurry vision struggling to focus. The chill of death still clung to his limbs, and every blink tore at his dry eyelids. The world slowly took shape before him—first a halo, then an outline, and finally Rosie.

She was there, her black hair scattered, tears silently sliding down her cheeks. Her palms were pressed against his chest, warm but trembling.

"Xi...Xi..." The voice was hoarse and unfamiliar, and her throat was dry, as if she hadn't spoken for a century.

The memory froze at that moment—the murderous intent flashing in Jiusi's purple eyes, the moment he blocked the fatal blow. The piercing pain in his chest, the heat of his blood, Rosie's desperate cry, the unfulfilled promise of protection. And then, the long, silent darkness.

"I...am not dead?"

Luo Xi nodded and then shook her head, tears rolling down his pale cheeks. Her dark eyes were filled with complex emotions, joy and pain intertwined, engraved deep in his memory.

"You're back, Lain." Her voice was choked with sobs, and her fingertips trembled slightly. "You're really back."

Xingyu stood aside, his white hair swaying in the wind, the Higanbana mark between his brows glowing faintly. His amber pupils gleamed with a rare gentleness. Ivanda covered his face with a tired smile, his flaxen hair damp with sweat. After a glance, they tacitly stepped back, giving the two of them space.

Laing tried to sit up, but his body wouldn't respond. Rosie quickly supported him, her movements extremely gentle.

"Don't worry, your body hasn't fully recovered yet."

Taoyuan Manor was immersed in a festive atmosphere. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating every corner and dispelling the long-lasting haze.

Ling Yuan's red eyes flashed with a mixture of satisfaction and vigilance. As a psychic, he carefully observed Rhine's condition; Fan Xiao's ice-blue eyes hid complex emotions. He was pleased with Luo Xi's joy, but also subtly wary of the return of this old friend.

Laing was in a wheelchair, frail. Rosie stayed by his side, her dark eyes filled with joy.

"You... are all here." Laing looked around, his voice weak but clear.

"Of course," Rosie shook his hand, "We're all waiting for you to come back."

Laing smiled, but the smile suddenly froze. He noticed something unusual.

"Where's Enzo?"

The air froze instantly, and the celebratory atmosphere dissipated in an instant. Rosie's fingers trembled slightly, and her throat was strangled by an invisible force, making it almost impossible to utter a word.

"Enzo he..." Her voice choked.

Ling Yuan took a step forward, sadness flashing in his red eyes: "Enzo sacrificed himself to revive you."

Lain's face paled, his eyes gleaming with pain and self-blame. Being saved by the other half of his enemy's soul—this ironic fate made his heart ache worse than death itself. His Adam's apple rolled, and he was speechless, unable to speak.

"what?"

"He is the carrier of the Seventh Sacred Relic—the Qilin Heart." Ling Yuan's voice was low. "You need the power of the Seven Sacred Relics to resurrect you, and he... chose to sacrifice himself."

Laing clenched his fists, his knuckles white. Rosie's heart ached as she watched him tighten his jaw.

"No...this is impossible..."

Rosie turned away, not daring to meet his eyes. The bitter remorse she felt was like a mirror, reflecting the same emotions deep within her. She didn't need a telepathic mind reader to understand how Laing felt—he would rather not be resurrected than at the cost of another's life.

"Why don't you stop him?" Laing's voice was hoarse, and every word was squeezed out from between his teeth.

Rosie was speechless. The scene flashed back in her mind—Enzo's determination, the blooming of his Qilin tattoo, his final smile. She had tried to stop him, but Enzo had made up his mind.

"He wants to atone for his sins." Lu Ye said, his peach blossom eyes flashing with rare seriousness, "For what Jiusi did to you."

As night falls, Rhine sits alone in the courtyard, his lonely silhouette outlined by the moonlight.

Rosie walked over and sat down beside him, not caring that the dew on the grass wet her skirt.

"You should rest." She said softly.

Lain shook his head, his gaze fixed on the distant starry sky. The stars twinkled like countless pairs of eyes observing the joys and sorrows of the world.

"Enzo...why are you doing this?" His voice was filled with pain.

Rosie was silent for a moment, the night wind ruffling her black hair. She recalled Enzo's last look—a mixture of relief, redemption, and hope.

"He wants to atone for what he did to Jiusi," Rosie said finally.

Lain closed his eyes, pain creeping across his face. "Jiusi wanted to kill me, but Enzo sacrificed himself to save me." He smiled bitterly. "What a ridiculous fate!"

Rosie reached out and touched his cheek, wiping away the tear marks that shone silver in the moonlight.

"Enzo said that everyone has the right to choose," she whispered. "He chose to atone for his sins, just as you chose to protect me."

Laing looked at her, the moonlight reflecting in his eyes showed sadness and pain, but also a flicker of understanding.

"Are we all pawns of fate?"

Rosie shook her head, her black hair shimmering softly. "No, we are the masters of our own destiny. Enzo chooses his path, just as you choose yours."

"I will live well," Laing said after a while, his voice firm and clear. "This is the greatest respect for him."

Luo Xi nodded and took his hand. Their hands clasped in the moonlight, warmth passing through their palms. The night breeze blew past, carrying away a hint of heaviness.

Rein looked up at the sky: "Enzo, thank you."

A gentle breeze from Peach Blossom Island caressed Rosie's cheek, the fragrance of grass and trees filling her air. She crouched down, her fingertips sinking into the fawn's soft fur. Three flaxen-colored creatures spun and leaped, their fur gleaming golden in the sunlight, vying for her attention.

"Don't push, I can touch them all." Rosie smiled and stroked their little heads gently.

Kyle stood not far away, his black armor gleaming coldly. "We'll set off in an hour."

"Got it." Luo Qian glanced across the courtyard. Ling Yuan and Xing Yu were talking in low voices, making final preparations for the trip.

She had agreed with her core companions to leave as soon as possible. She had just said goodbye to the awakened Rein and promised a safe return. As he comforted the child, Caesar was particularly sensitive to her departure.

"Mommy will be away for a few days, be good." Luo Xi's voice was soft, her black eyes full of reluctance.

She had barely been able to spend time with the three little ones since their birth. First, there was the crisis in the Forbidden Abyss, then the quest to find the relic to revive Rein. Although Rein was resurrected, Enzo's sacrifice cast a shadow over everyone's hearts.

The youngest fawn nuzzled her palm with its wet nose, protesting her leaving again.

"Mom will be back soon," Rosie promised, standing up. Some things needed to be concluded.