Chapter 1150: Chapter 1148: The Container of My True Self
Fu Qian’s reading comprehension clearly brought quite a shock to Vivian.
"Assuming the content of your story is all true, that means the Miracle already existed before you entered."
Fu Qian, however, did not let the silent Mermaid Princess go and freely expressed his thoughts.
"And for such a dangerous place, I think even if your Enlightenment didn’t include this, you would’ve definitely made some preparation before entering."
"This contradicts a bit with the way you were trapped here just now. You really don’t know how to get out?"
With a smile on his face, Fu Qian gazed intently at the large face of the Mermaid Princess.
...
"You’re right, I’m sorry for lying just now."
After a moment of silence, the Divine Envoy opposite seriously expressed her apologies.
"I actually do know the way out, it’s just that—"
"You chose to stay here."
Fu Qian interrupted her directly.
"Don’t tell me it’s because your body is about to lose control and can’t be manipulated, that would make me feel like my intelligence has been insulted."
"Your appearance may be abstract, but those Fishmen are obviously distorted to varying degrees."
"That’s right..."
Judging from Vivian’s demeanor, Fu Qian seemed to have saved her from the edge of lying a second time.
"So, I’m rather curious about the reason."
"I’ve spoken quite enough today; why don’t you take a guess?"
Faced with Fu Qian’s somewhat aggressive questioning, Vivian finally picked up a hint of Divine Envoy authority, unwilling to be too passive.
"Take a guess? Considering it’s not a very time-consuming question, it might be worth a try."
Continuing a couple of steps forward, Fu Qian found a place to sit at the entrance, stroking his chin.
"Being able to leave but choosing not to implies there’s something special about staying here. Rather than there being some heavenly treasures waiting to be absorbed, I’m more inclined to believe it’s because of the nature of the Miracle itself."
"Because if it were the former, secrecy would naturally be paramount, yet you keep drawing an audience in..."
"The Shattered Crown is made up of fragments scattered throughout the Sea of Ashes, and without knowing the method, it’s very hard to escape."
"Your voice can clearly carry outside, so essentially, scattered across different areas of the Sea of Ashes, you might be able to cover quite a large range with your seduction."
"Then, any Mermaid that enters under seduction, has a very low chance of getting out..."
"It seems like you’ve turned this place into a sort of farm?"
"Very good!"
Her long tail floated as if weightless, and Vivian’s face actually revealed a hint of satisfaction.
"I’m increasingly glad for this exchange."
"You’re right, I’ve stayed here on purpose to gather Mermaids using this Miracle."
"Even our upcoming collaboration is related to them."
"Oh, what do you want me to do?"
Instantly reaching his favorite part about mutual exploitation, Fu Qian became invigorated.
"Kill them."
Though Vivian’s overly eager attitude made her somewhat uncomfortable at first, after a moment’s hesitation, she still laid out her terms.
One moment she’s gathering Fishmen and the next she wants them all killed?
This condition surprised Fu Qian for a moment.
"Are you sure? It’s not much of a challenge for me. I’ve even killed one already."
"I know, of course, I’m not asking you to kill them like that."
As she spoke, Vivian’s long tail swirled in front of Fu Qian.
The next moment, those bead-like droplets of wax melted together, forming a colorful body with a human torso and a fish tail, vaguely showing a face similar to the giant one.
Then the latter made a slight gesture towards Fu Qian and the next moment actually slowly peeled off a glove from her hand.
"Wear this when you kill."
The transparent figure, looking like it was woven from silver fish scales, handed over the gloves, as the colossal face beside it spoke.
Such a glamorous design, and it’s actually a executioner’s glove?
Fu Qian reached out to take it, and the figure shattered into beads of various sizes, which then, as though attracted by a magnet, gathered back onto the frog’s back.
"Wearing this glove to kill those Fishmen will allow you to reclaim the self-imprint I shared with them."
Fu Qian accepted this straightforwardly, and Vivian explained, satisfied.
"Self-imprint, is that why they all have a face similar to yours? This blessing of yours seems a bit too generous."
"I had no other choice. This was the only possible way."
Vivian shook her head.
"This body is beyond saving. Before it completely collapses, I attempted to separate as much pure self as possible, temporarily letting them help bear it."
"So this is why you’re singing so strenuously? Because you need so many vessels."
Fu Qian suddenly looked as if he had an epiphany.
"Yes... they are too frail, and need a significant number before they can possibly bear me. Before that, I cannot take over their will."
Seemingly to show sincerity, Vivian was willing to share all she knew.
"Indeed, beauty comes at a price."
Facing the peculiar nature of this blessing, Fu Qian clicked his tongue in astonishment.
"Could I understand in detail how you extract parts of your self?"
...
Vivian remained silent but her eyes looked back.
I knew it!
Fu Qian was not at all surprised.
It was clear that her method of separating the pure self involved these eggs being laid out.
Those Fishmen most likely swallowed these things.
"If you can go to these lengths, why not directly take control of this long strand as it leaves your body? Why go through all this hassle?"
"It’s useless. The self needs a vessel."
Vivian sighed.
"As you saw just now, without a container, they automatically cluster back."
"And now the vessels you’ve taken so long to cultivate, you’re asking me to destroy them all to reclaim them? Isn’t that a waste of years of efforts?"
Looking at the captivating reflection in the gloves, Fu Qian asked the most straightforward question.
"Before today, I would never have been willing to do this."
"But now I’ve found a better vessel!"
The look in Vivian’s eyes as she turned to him was filled with uncontrollable fervor.
"I believe that you can bear all of me."
"Kill them all, let my imprint gather on the gloves, then wear it to kill me as well, completing the final step."
"That’s quite the compliment."
Fu Qian wasn’t too surprised.
"But there’s a technical issue here, I’m not a Mermaid."
"That’s not important. Using the same species is just to reduce rejection; your body’s vitality is a completely different concept from theirs. It’s just temporarily losing control of the hand that wears the glove."
"Got it. Next is a non-technical question, I don’t have much interest in plastic surgery."
Fu Qian pointed to his own face.
"Of course, I know that. But what about ascension?"
Vivian already seemed to have an answer prepared, her smile mysterious.
"I know you are already a Demigod. How about this: a simple transition by borrowing your body, in exchange for the secret of Ascension to the Second Phase through the Sea of Ashes? Improved by a Divine Envoy who has taken a roundabout path."
...Could it be that what’s called ’Opportunity’ has already transformed into this?