My Adventure Diary of Reincarnating as a Bad Woman

"But it's daybreak."

Adele pointed at the early spring sun. Usually she would be up at this time.

Noita puffed up her cheeks and said, "If I say go to bed, then go to bed. Don't contradict me. Besides..."

Noita opened her arms, raised her eyebrows and said complacently: "Are you really willing to not sleep in my arms?"

Of course Adele was reluctant to do so.

"But work..."

"I asked Milin and Luo Wei to work overtime."

That's no problem. Adele hugged Noita's waist, rested her head on her legs, and indulged in this beautiful dream with peace of mind.

Adele falls asleep, while Noita thinks about her dream.

If it was a predictive dream, it would be fine once, but why would it happen a second time?

What did the Stagnant Spirit foresee?

Noita drew on Adele's cheek with her fingers, making Adele giggle. She grabbed Noita's fingers to stop her from doing anything weird.

She pulled her hand away and found that Adele was holding it tightly, so Noita stopped struggling.

The girl's sharp gaze passed through Adele and looked at the leader behind her.

Neuta communicated with them through insect singing.

"What message do you want to convey? Spin the wheel."

Chapter 303: Shadow of the Demonic Wolf

The Great Art extended Noita's thoughts, and the delicate tentacles of perception entangled Adele, extending through this medium to the place where the Stagnant Spirit was.

The veil between the present world and the reflection of the world was lifted, and the vast world composed of black and white revealed its true face to the peeping eyes without any cover.

This vast and boundless world cannot reach its end even if one strains their eyes to the limit, for there is no real land here. In the grayish-white color, there is little continuous whole in all directions. The land is like floating islands on the sea, scattered in all directions, of varying sizes, everywhere.

This is the reflection of the world, a world in only black and white.

Noita's mind came here, her figure was ethereal, like the electronic female ghost in science fiction stories that kept flashing and could disappear at any time.

She traced her doubts back to this point, and the next moment, intermittent words came from below.

"Disaster, destruction, nothing will exist."

This is the answer of the Stagnant Spirit, a glimpse of the future for the once great creature who failed.

Hearing the answer, Noita instantly understood the event symbolized by the words, and a picture emerged before her eyes.

The Dark Moon Land was torn apart, the demonic fire burned the fertile soil, leaving behind a scorched wasteland that could not be cultivated. Destruction and despair were spread through the materials burned by the demonic fire. Sight, air, magic power, flowing water... all things were spreading despair.

The mountains collapsed, people fled, and the great spirit that watched over all living things suffered a terrible destruction.

The devilish fire burned across the nine fields, devouring the Dark Moon Land like a devilish wolf, swallowing all the despair, cruelty, death and sadness into its belly.

Noita's inspiration was beating gently, and her eyeballs were getting hotter and hotter, as if there was a heat source hidden in her brain, constantly baking her eyeballs and brain marrow. The burning sensation of unknown origin rose rapidly and became an unbearable pain. It followed the bridge of the flesh and burned into the depths of her soul.

The scorching fire lightly obscured Noita's vision, but it could not stop her from looking at the huge demon wolf outlined by the demonic fire.

The more she looked, the more real the pain became, as if her brain was about to evaporate. But the pain could not stop her. The irresistible attraction made Noita observe the demon wolf wholeheartedly.

A flame quietly burned in her heart. It was the devil's fire, and it was exceptionally bright and sharp, as dazzling as the sun. The alienated devil's fire licked Noita's heavy blood, igniting it, and trying to burn her whole body through the blood vessels.

Noita was completely attracted by the magic wolf. When she stared at the abstract magic wolf for three seconds, the magic fire in the picture surged and the outlined magic wolf glanced at Noita.

This was a glance across a long distance, but it met Noita's prying gaze.

Hot hot hot hot hot!

After sending this glance, the prophetic picture was shattered, and the figure of the demon wolf disappeared unwillingly. Noita's body temperature in various parts of the Dark Moon Land suddenly rose, but she controlled it before it rose to 5℃.

Wolf.

Noita closed her eyes to prevent the blood from flowing out of her eye sockets, and recalled the form of the magic fire in her mind.

The moment he saw the demon wolf, Noita knew his true identity.

It is the re-enactment of Typhon's divinity. Typhon is completely dead, but the spirit is dead, and the divinity is immortal. The divinity that has lost its dominant will is spontaneously evolving into divine life.

The demon wolf is still in gestation, sleeping in its cradle. If it is fully born, it will directly become a demigod, and its strength will probably be at the peak of the model, close to the legendary level.

Noita was also unable to determine his specific strength, because the birth of the Demon Wolf in his previous life alarmed the Lord of Dusk. According to the player's positioning, the Demon Wolf was shattered by the Lord of Dusk at the moment before it was born, and its divinity dissipated. It was unknown how long it would take for a new divine life to be conceived again.

Thinking back to the game, Noita felt doubtful.

When she saw the magic wolf, a desire arose in her heart. She strongly wanted to devour it and usurp its power, as if eating the magic wolf could make up for her own shortcomings and achieve some goal.

How is this going?

Confused, Noita opened the diary and prepared to review what had just happened, but when she saw the appearance of the diary, she was stunned again.

She suddenly discovered that there were a lot of blank spaces and garbled characters in the diary.

[Contact the divine embodiment of the wolf, and the path to sublimation begins. Kill the wolf and gain...]

【touch……】

[You are being harassed by the Fire of Typhon, which is being alienated by the Light of Resistance, and undergoing an unknown transformation.]

In the log, many places where there should be information were not displayed or only had garbled characters. Hundreds of similar entries were refreshed like waterfalls, and the information refreshing did not stop until the demon wolf disappeared.

Could it be that the log cannot be parsed by the magic wolf?

Is this the limit of its capabilities?

Noita frowned, unable to understand.

She closed the log, temporarily stopped thinking about this huge number of possibilities, and concentrated on treating her physical injuries.

There is an extra firework in the heart of Yinfeng's body, but at the moment, it is under his control. As long as he thinks about it, it will stop burning his blood.

Noita tried to separate a small wisp of magic fire to feed the psychic projection. The psychic projection that was transforming into the moon showed no abnormality, neither eager nor resistant, giving people a feeling of "since it's handed to your mouth, just eat it."

There was no problem in reality, the high temperature in the eyes dissipated after the magic wolf projection was shattered, and the injured eyes were gradually recovering.

Noita quickly checked herself and found that there were no hidden dangers left, so she turned her attention back to the reflection of the world and looked down.

Below, in the depths of the world's reflection, there gathered a pool of dim and ambiguous light, even larger than the Dark Moon Land. This pool of light was the true form of the Stagnant Spirit.

Noita asked it: "Is that the future you saw?"

"Yes."

Thousands of voices overlapped and answered Noita.

"Typhon was very powerful, and his flames were very hot. It hit us, and we were very pitiful."

The self-identification of the Stagnant Spirit is “we.”

"Thank you for your observations. Judging from human time, we can tell you where this future lies."

"One year later."

A year later, it was much faster than she thought, but it was not a big problem. Once she got Serkar's territory, her upgrade speed would exceed everyone's imagination. After a year, she would be able to reach the paragon level.

Noita felt relieved after having plenty of time. She asked the Stagnant Spirit, "What kind of reward do you want?"

"Sign the contract!"

"That's not possible, unless you don't absorb my potential."

"You'll be hungry. We're good at math. The power we give is equal to the reward we receive. No one except the Original Favored can get it for free, but we can give you more discounts. With more food, we will become stronger and be able to predict more things. Moreover, we also know where Typhon's dream and the colorful continent that fell here are. Give us a bite and I'll tell you where they are."

The magnificent overlapping sounds were sacred and majestic, but Noita heard a sense of pettiness in them.

The spirit that had stopped rotating has just revived, and there is not much food left at home. It is a rare thing that he can speak clearly now. He has missed the best time to deceive people.

Looking at the endless tide of dim yellow light, Noita proposed a compromise: "Give me a sacrificial weapon similar to Adele's. Then I can sacrifice others for you to eat. You can help me when I need you. How about that?"

"This is acceptable."

Chapter 304: Clues to Janus

Soon, a ray of dim color emerged from the tide of light and was transferred to Noita through Adele.

Noita held the light, her psychic energy connected to it, and she transformed the light into various weapons at will. After playing enough, she hid the light in her hair, and watched the stopped spirit in the illusory form reflected in the world.

Stagnant spirits are losers who challenged the authority of the gods. Most of these losers were reduced to ashes, and their remains drifted in the waves, eventually settling into the depths of the world's reflection, gathering into their current appearance.

The loser dies at the hands of the gods and there is no possibility of resurrection. The newly born stagnant soul is a brand new life.

When the Spirit of Stagnation was born, it no longer had any connection with these losers and was unlike its predecessor.

But the bitterness of failure still echoes in the light. The stagnant soul longs to revive and challenge the gods again to become a new god. Only in this way can the bitterness be resolved.

This is its desire, its destiny.

Only when it fulfills its destiny will it transform into a wheel, at which time it will be the first cause that drives Gaia's operation.

Noita was curious about which gods killed the predecessor of the Stagnant Spirit. You know, for an ordinary person, being killed by a god is a matter of honor for the family. The predecessor of the Stagnant Spirit had countless powerful people, and no one knew how many times he had been killed.

I'm afraid he has already achieved the Grand Slam of the gods.

Noita asked this question directly.

The stopped spirit froze for a moment, as if recalling something. A few seconds later, the light tide gave a different answer at the same time.

"Struggle Heaven, Typhon, Heavenly Craftsmanship, Dream Heaven, Janus, Heavenly Cup, Prideful Sun, Flint..."

The Stagnant Spirit gave twelve answers. In addition to the nine gods representing the original nine great paths, there were also the Proud Sun, Janus, and Typhon.

Typhon is a god from outer space. He broke into Gaia during the era of Doudoutian, but was knocked down by Doudoutian's elbow. Before Doudoutian conquered Typhon, some local strongmen also challenged Typhon, but unfortunately they faced the strongest form of the God of a Hundred Arms and a Hundred Heads.

The scorching sun is a universally recognized god without a path. Its birth means the end of the eternal era of glory, and it will cease to exist forever. Although it has not yet created its own path, all living beings regard it as a god.

As for Janus, whether in past or present life, Noita had only heard this name from Luhua.

Perhaps in the past some researchers had unearthed similar information, but it was most likely unrelated to the main version and was not heard by Noita.

She now cares about this name.

Noita asked solemnly, "Who is Janus?"

The stopped spirits sang the name of Janus in unison: "Janus is the god of the cradle, the god of beginnings and endings, the god who was once a god and yet is not a god. He is the grand vision, the god who must be born, the path to the future. Long before we mortals saw the first ray of light in the holy fountain of the celestial cup, Janus was destined to be born. He gave up the power of the hidden god to carry out the great and impossible plan."

“He is dead, yet alive.”

The honorific name of a deity reflects the deity's power and domain, and people can understand the deity's inclination from it.

Now Noita knew clearly that there was indeed a god named Janus in this world, but in order to carry out a big plan, he concealed his existence and disappeared without a trace.

After noting the introduction of the Stagnant Spirit, Noita asked, "Where is Janus?"

"do not know."

How could a defeated opponent like it know such a question? If its predecessor, which was killed by Janus, remained intact, it might know the truth behind it, but it was just a sediment of residue. Knowing Janus was already a great thing.

Gray folds blew across the sky, passing over Noita's form.

This is the wind in the reflection of the world, always easy to show, like a hand-drawn sketch. When the wind blows, it always steals the color of the wind rider silently.

But Noita's color was unshakable, almost impossible to plunder, and the wind of shadow blew through her, no different from the breeze in the material world.

At the center of the world's reflection is the sun. The sun, as black as a hollow hole, hangs unshakably in the sky, shouldering the mission of being the center of the world's reflection.

When a tourist from the material world gets lost in the reflection of the world, he can use Shadowsun to confirm his direction.

Noita then asked the Stagnant Spirit some stories about Typhon's dream and the Creek Moon Land that smashed the reflection of the world, but the Stagnant Spirit didn't know much about it. It only knew the coordinates of these two places.

In fact, these two places are actually one, because Typhon's Dream and Creek Moon Land partially overlap.

After learning the general information, Noita said goodbye to the spirit of stagnation, snuggled back into the quilt comfortably, and continued to catch up on his sleep.

When sleeping, part of the computing power of this body will be allocated to the other body that started the evil sweep with Fei Xin.

"You have a fever?"

Feixin, who was extremely sensitive to temperature changes, placed her hand on Noita's forehead to sense her body temperature.

I feel a little hot, it feels like over 40 degrees.

"These are some adjustments that are still within controllable limits." Noita plucked Jade Heart's hand away with amusement and explained, "This has no impact on my health, don't worry."