After leaving the world of all NPCs

Ye Zuochen clearly felt that they did not turn into foam as expected, but instead became solid and alive under the infusion of divine power. At the same time, he could also feel that the existence of the two had changed.

"The spirit of the Tree of Life..."

Afterwards, an indescribable wisdom flowed into Ye Zuochen's mind along the golden thread.

"Woo..."

Ye Zuochen covered his head, circulated his own external scene, and tried to digest the influx of divine wisdom, but he still couldn't figure it out. His eyebrows bulged and his head was buzzing with pain.

"Analyze the [Big Light Ball] for me."

Deep within the [NPC World], countless unspeakable symbols suddenly appeared on the huge white ball of light.

So, Ye Zuochen understood.

That is the wisdom of the gods.

That is the secret of creation.

That is the mystery of creation.

That is————the Tree of Life of Creation!

135 This child is my gift to you

Qingqiong Locking Palace

The palace-like interior is filled with flawless light.

The extremely high and vast dome seemed to disappear into an unfathomable realm, shrouding everything below in splendor.

The carpet under your feet is so soft that you don’t want to leave once you step on it, silently swallowing up all your footsteps.

Ye Zuochen sat on the throne in the center of this splendor.

On the luxurious carpet in front of him, two intertwined nights were spread out.

The girl lying on his left leg had long night-colored hair that almost reached her knees and spread out like seaweed. A few strands of hair brushed the fine pile of the carpet. She raised her face slightly, and a trace of imperceptible concern flickered in her amethyst-like eyes.

Her slender white fingers, guiding and applying a subtle, doting pressure, rested on another head that looked almost identical to hers, pressing down gently yet firmly. "...Yes, just like this. Don't be too hasty."

The head being held down was also wrapped in long night-colored hair.

There was a small table below, and the maids had prepared various pastries.

Two girls were devouring it.

Tianxiang's purple eyes watched her sister's movements and she nodded slightly: "Zuochen, what should my sister be called?"

Ye Zuochen glanced at the girl who had transformed from a projection into an elf after being baptized by divine power: "Let's call her Tohka, Yatogami Tohka."

"Then my name is Yatogami Tenka!"

Tianxiang nodded with satisfaction.

On the gorgeous sofa opposite, sat another girl.

Her pure white shoulder-length hair looked like the most expensive silk. She wore a fitted sailor school uniform. Her blue eyes stared straight at Ye Zuochen, and she felt her heart beating like a deer.

Ye Zuochen caught the scene on the sofa and seemed to enjoy the gaze.

"...As I said, the present 'past' has been changed."

"In the first abandoned track, Tianxiang will appear five years ago. Then, five years later, you will gain the power of the elves and return to the past to reverse the death of your parents..."

Origami's body tensed up slightly, barely perceptible.

Ye Zuochen continued, "...As a result, by some strange coincidence, you killed your parents with your own hands."

“So five years later you’ll be desperate and enter a reversal state.”

"Five years ago, you were still a child, ten-year-old Tobiichi Origami, and you witnessed your parents being killed by the elves... The hatred that seeped into your bones became your sole driving force. You thirsted for revenge."

Long-haired Origami chimed in, her voice clearer than before: "Later, I will go back in time to change my parents' death and become the hand that 'killed my parents'... a Möbius strip I can't escape."

Ye Zuochen nodded slightly, and his gaze finally moved away from the snow-white sofa and looked at a corner of the room.

Another figure stood quietly in the corner, with a face almost identical to the girl on the sofa. The only noticeable difference was her neat and tidy pure white short hair, as short as a handful of fresh snow.

His posture was as straight as a stretched ruler, yet as hollow as a hollow puppet with its soul taken away.

The ice-blue eyes are so deep that it makes people feel cold in their hearts.

"she……"

The long-haired Origami on the sofa looked at the silent shadow in the corner with complicated eyes, her dark eyebrows slightly frowned uncontrollably. She wanted to explain, but didn't know where to start, and her words were a little hesitant.

Ye Zuochen's voice clearly put an end to the hesitation: "Actually, there are other reasons for this Möbius strip. The purpose is to deal with Tianxiang, who was born with a reversal, and to have a high probability of reversing you. However, after I defeated those two angels, the projection of [Gilded Heart-Wrapping Silk] changed."

"This is considered the power gained by bypassing the [Circle of Usurpation]. Although it is not power, it is close to power."

"It must be combined with the projection of the [Gilded Heart-Wrapping Silk] to be used, but it's still somewhat lacking... Anyway, I'll temporarily name it the 'Tree of Creation and Life'."

"You can carry spirits with you. The spirits I carry now are Tohka and Origami... the original Origami."

A similar thing happened in the original work. The [Black Blade] was an ability created by combining the divine power given to the God Slayer by Athena and Circe by bypassing Pandora's Great Mysteries. Although it was not power, it was close to power.

Because the Sword of the Goddess given by Athena can only be used by the [Goddess], the male Godslayer can only fuse it with the Sword of Ama Murakumo, and then activate it with the Secret Record of Dawn given by Circe. Before obtaining the Secret Record of Dawn, the shrine maiden can help activate it.

Combining Athena's power as the Earth Mother with secret techniques, after a period of preparation, a dark star with a diameter of about 60 meters will be formed, which will suck everything into the center and cause a gravity storm to disappear. The range of the gravity storm can be controlled to avoid accidental harm to one's own side.

Although it takes a long time to prepare, it can also temporarily activate a smaller effect in a shorter time, creating an attraction on the sword of Ame no Murakumo.

You can also make the Dark Star officially operational earlier by infusing it with nearly twice the amount of cursed power than normal use.

Originally, it was the secret method of the Earth Mother left by the goddess Athena. Later, with the help of Circe, the "Witch of Dawn", the God Slayer was able to control this power, and the final master was the sword of Ame Murakumo.

[Tree of Creation and Life] also has similar abilities, but it seems incomplete.

At present, it seems that the "projection" is transformed into the "Holy Spirit", and then the "Holy Spirit" is transformed into the "Elf" under certain conditions.

Thus, Yatogami Tohka was born.

Originally, it was another personality of Tianxiang that had not yet appeared.

There is also Angel Origami, who represents the personality and memories of Origami from the original timeline, who should have disappeared.

Long-haired Origami's gaze returned to Ye Zuochen, as if trying to ease the heavy atmosphere: "In any case, thanks to your almost willful intervention, classmate Ye, Mom and Dad were ultimately spared."

"But from now on, we will have to face countless unexpected events every year..."

"It feels like I've been put on a life-or-death hunt by the Grim Reaper itself."

"Fortunately, they were transformed into vampires, and now have the privilege of rising from the earth again and again. They now live in seclusion in the countryside."

Her words were gentle, like an ointment trying to mend a torn soul, and her eyes were full of expectation as she looked at the cold and hard self in the corner.

The short-haired Origami in the corner finally raised her head. There were no traces of tears on the perfect doll's face, but it seemed to be covered with black ice that had not melted for thousands of years.

Her voice was like the friction of broken dead branches, and every syllable was filled with biting coldness and heart-pounding stubbornness.

"So what? The fact that I killed... my parents with my own hands cannot be erased by any force!"

“It’s right here!”

"Never! Even if the distorted 'past' itself is erased... my soul... my soul remembers!"

"This sin will never be erased!"

The air in the entire space seemed to be sucked out in an instant, leaving only suffocating silence and Short-haired Origami's heavy but silent breathing.

On the carpet, Tianxiang's fingers paused slightly, and Shixiang subconsciously stopped swallowing, raised her wet eyes, and looked blankly at the intense pain erupting in the corner.

In this almost frozen suffocation, the young man on the throne broke the silence.

"Yes, this is the cross you cannot take off. It is the shackles you are destined to bear, your original sin."

"Because of this, surrender to me."

"Offer yourself to atone for your sins, Tobiichi Origami."

"Because—it was me who tore apart the timeline that would have crucified you forever."

As soon as these words, which sounded like a declaration of grace and a call to slavery, fell, the long-haired Origami on the sofa suddenly raised her head: "Are you... repaying a favor?"

Before the protest was finished, the short-haired Origami in the corner had already responded.

The body, stiff as a corpse, suddenly moved.

She took a step forward, her movement a resolute act that discarded all thought and hesitation, as if a drowning person had finally let go of the last straw.

"Yes Master."

Short-haired Origami stared straight at the figure on the throne who controlled her destiny.

Her words completely cut off the long-haired Origami's questioning.

The long-haired origami opened her mouth, but the word "you" was stuck in her throat and could no longer be uttered.

Short-haired Origami did not stop, ignoring herself on the sofa who looked exactly like her but had chosen a different path.

Step by step on the soft carpet, approaching the center of the brilliant light source.

The front is reflected in the ice-blue pupils.

The boy's body was like a statue of a god in the light. A strange wave emerged from the depths of her empty eyes, like ripples in stagnant water.

"I must thank you..." Origami paused before the throne. "Thank you for giving me, in this timeline, the power to choose another ending. For my... for my selfish, filthy feelings, which have caused you so much trouble... I apologize from the bottom of my soul."

Her voice was almost choked with sobs, and she squeezed out the last words with all her might, almost tearing her throat:

"so--"

The next second, in full view of everyone, the short-haired Origami suddenly bent her knees.

Boom!

My knees landed heavily on the soft and thick carpet, sinking deep into the fine fur.

Immediately afterwards, the left knee also fell.

Get on your knees.

His waist was straight, but his head was lowered as far as possible.

The pure white short hair fell down like a cold waterfall, and the slender and fragile neck formed an arc of complete submission under the light.

"Please allow me to continue to rely on you... and selfishly use you as my support!"

Ye Zuochen nodded slightly.

"Of course, you can always trust me."

One day later.

……

【Ding】

【Cang Xuan: Online】

[Danzhu: Now online]

It was spring at St. Freya Academy, with warm sunshine and gentle breeze, it was neither too hot nor too cold.

A spiritual light appeared in Cang Xuan and Dan Zhu's eyes, and a long-lost sense of reality instantly gripped them.

It is no longer an illusory spiritual body, but a real body with weight, temperature and boundaries.

Danzhu's upturned wine-red eyes suddenly widened, shining brightly. He subconsciously raised his hands, and his white and slender fingers stroked his cheeks and neck, sliding all the way down, stopping at his chest and soft waist wrapped in thin cloth. Every touch brought a subtle electric sensation, causing his fingertips to tremble slightly.

"This...this is incredible! I didn't expect that it is actually possible to...resurrect?"

Cang Xuan's blue eyes, as clear as a polar ice lake, moved calmly, taking in the familiar school scenery around him.

His thin, cold lips gently opened and closed, and the words he uttered were calm and composed, forming a sharp contrast with his sister's excitement. "Indeed. If so, it seems that many of the shelved plans can be smoothly carried out."

Suddenly, Danzhu frowned in confusion. "But, the things that suddenly popped up in my mind are really... subtle."

"What do you mean by our bodies have been exploited countless times? What do you mean by giving something for something? But this body belongs to him, so I can only give my soul..."