SFS Chapter 350 I've Found You!
Chapter 350 I've Found You!
"Memories within the Stigmata?!"
Hearing Theresa say this, Qiong's heart skipped a beat—if it were really visible, let alone the fact that Kiana might become the future Herrscher of the End, which might be known to everyone... what if, what if this paramecium, transformed into a lewd insect, stuffed some unclean things into that second stigmata engraved under the pretext of lifting the curse? Wouldn't Mei have to become the Herrscher of Thunder and chop him into mincemeat with a kitchen knife?
Qiong felt a tightness in his anus, and he felt guilty.
He could almost picture Mei wielding a kitchen knife, ready to eliminate him at the root of the problem... while the others, oblivious to his sudden pallor, listened with great interest as Theresa read the memories of the Stigmata.
"Wait, Headmaster, this isn't appropriate!"
Qiong's inappropriate remark successfully drew everyone's attention.
"Qiong, why isn't it suitable? This can help you understand the Stigmata better and strengthen it—"
"Theresa!"
Siegfried, who had just been observing, suddenly raised his voice and slapped Judas on Theresa’s back.
"You forgot that Xiao Qiong doesn't like the atmosphere of hospitals and laboratories? And don't be so materialistic! I remember you said you happened to have a piece of equipment at home? Don't let it gather dust, take it out and let it bask in the sun!"
"Siegfried, where would you find—"
Theresa was caught off guard and stumbled for a moment, then slapped her forehead in realization—some things are hard to explain, and it was indeed best not to bring the children along, just to be on the safe side.
"Oh right, right! Look at my memory! I'm getting old and useless! No need to go to the hospital or the lab, I can just go back!"
"Wait! I still need to stay with Mei—"
In his panic, Qiong turned around and saw Mei smiling at him.
"Oh, Mei can be with me anytime!"
Siegfried and Theresa pushed Sora out without saying a word. Sora was pushed by the two of them, his feet moving uncontrollably toward the door—he wanted to resist, but with the two Kaslanas, one big and one small, working together, he couldn't break free without a real fight.
Moreover, even a fool could see the problem from her excessive struggle, so Qiong could only struggle and shout at the same time.
"No, there's really no need! I want to be with Mei and the others! Mei—!"
"Don't worry, you gray-haired rascal, I'll take good care of Mei. You don't need to worry about her!"
Kiana, who had somehow fully recovered, was all smiles and smugly waving at Sora while rubbing against Mei's arm, which infuriated Sora.
"Silly Na, if anything happens to me, I'll never be with you again..."
"Qiong! Please!"
Yae Sakura, who was following Theresa, suddenly bowed at a 90-degree angle, her long ears brushing against Sora's face.
"Please let me confirm if that is indeed Kallen's stigmata. Please, this is my lifelong request!"
Hearing Yae Sakura say that, Sora's face showed a troubled expression.
“Secretary Yae, you’ve really made a mistake… I know very well that this can’t possibly be any Kallen Stigmata, and I can’t possibly be any Kallen reincarnation!”
"But your hair, and your eyes! And..."
Yae Sakura suddenly raised her head and grabbed Sora's wrist, her fingertips trembling slightly.
"Please! At least let me know the result so I can finally give up, okay?"
Yae Sakura's pleading voice reached Sora's ears, and it seemed to carry a hint of sobbing.
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"Headmaster, let me make this clear first, just in case... I mean just in case. If you really see something really outrageous that I think I can explain, you absolutely, absolutely must keep it a secret!"
Having compromised, Qiong tried to contact Silver Wolf, but for some reason, she couldn't reach him at all. Since she had already agreed, she had no choice but to follow Theresa back and watch as the others moved in that so-called dusty device.
"Don't worry, don't worry! Little Qiong, you can rest assured! Your uncle will never utter a single word about it. I swear in the name of Kaslana: I won't even tell Kiana!"
After receiving Siegfried's promise, and in order to get rid of Yae Sakura's entanglement—and perhaps also to ease her conscience? In any case, Sora lay down on the machine with a trembling heart.
The buzzing sound of the instrument starting up echoed in Qiong's ears. If there weren't only three people present besides him, Qiong would rather kneel on a washboard in front of Mei than... Oh right, didn't he think about asking Lao Yang to make a Dream One Heart when he was in the trial a long time ago?
Let's do it this way. I don't think I've given Mei many gifts... I'll dedicate my dreams to Mei. If I cheat on her, I'll just chop her up with my katana!
……
If Qiong had studied the essence of the Stigmata properly, he wouldn't be so worried.
Because, in essence, a Stigmata is a database that records a vast amount of genetic information. The instrument reads genes, or DNA information, more accurately than memories—think about it, even if Kiana is outrageous, would she really engrave such embarrassing things into her DNA? She certainly doesn't want to turn Sora into a perpetually horny, sexually suggestive machine…
Furthermore, although it was the power of the Herrscher of the End's thoughts, the academically challenged Kiana still needed a model: Kiana naturally wouldn't be interested in the artificial stigmata mass-produced by Schicksal, so the one intended for her was the natural stigmata that Schicksal hadn't even figured out at the time. And due to her limited knowledge and lack of understanding of formulas, Kiana unhesitatingly chose to copy... imitate the natural stigmata—and the person she wanted to imitate was naturally the best one after the Great Collapse, her good sister: Schicksal's strongest Valkyrie, Bianca Atagina Durandal Kaslana.
Unaware of this, Sora was still silently repenting to Mei; while Theresa was operating the instruments, staring at every string of data that lit up on the screen, afraid of missing the first image; Siegfried, equally curious but carefree, leaned lazily against the wall. He noticed that Yae Sakura's hands were slightly white from clenching them too tightly, so he simply patted her shoulder to comfort her.
"Relax, Yae-sensei. Whatever the outcome, it's all the same to us. What we need to protect now is the beauty of the present moment, isn't it?"
Hearing Siegfried say that, Yae Sakura's lips curled into a bitter smile, and she shook her head.
“Mr. Siegfried, you are not me, you wouldn’t understand what Karen means to me. She is—”
"How is this possible?!"
Theresa's exclamation interrupted Yae Sakura's words. Both of their gazes turned to the screen: it showed that the Stigmata Gene Bank had two sources.
"That kid Qiong actually has a holy mark on his back?!"
Theresa was utterly shocked. It was not uncommon for artificially created stigmata to exist, but two naturally occurring stigmata on the same person? She had never seen anything like it before…
Qiong wanted to say something more, but his consciousness suddenly sank.
At the same time, the instrument suddenly emitted a loud alarm, and the data on the screen began to flicker wildly. Immediately afterwards, a fairly clear image appeared on the screen: it was a small room, a cozy-looking little room.
A blue alarm clock? Could it be...?
Following Sora's perspective, Siegfried's smile vanished upon seeing the old alarm clock in the room.
Although many years have passed, his memory remains clear: if he remembers correctly, there must be an umbrella with black abyss white flowers printed on it in the corner of that room. It was specially made by him, the father, after a little girl who wanted to become the King of Houmu was waving her wife's newly bought umbrella around. Near that umbrella, there might be a few soccer balls—after all, little Kiana likes soccer, doesn't she?
"Siegfried, if I'm not mistaken..."
Theresa looked at the man who was unusually serious—no need to ask, she already had the answer.
"Theresa, this is...this is Kiana's room!"
Siegfried cried out in a trembling voice. Both he and Theresa were staring intently at the screen, not daring to miss any details, and had no time to pay attention to Yae Sakura, whose gaze suddenly became vacant and who was leaning against the wall in a less than healthy state.
"Qiong, you really weren't Kallen reincarnated?"
Yae Sakura suddenly felt that the world had given her a glimmer of hope, but in the end, all it gave her was despair.
Indeed, what a coincidence! Kallen is dead, she's really dead. She died five hundred years ago! Hiyomaru is right, Kallen's reincarnation is just wishful thinking on her part, and she's been telling herself in various ways that Kallen's traces are still there, just an obsession to give "life" to a demon from five hundred years ago.
Perhaps, she should have died in Changkong City? Handing Theresa over to the Anti-Entropy Doctor, and then perishing together with Sato Yuno to find Kallen—that would have been her best ending?
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"Oh, it wasn't like that after all? I was worried for so long!"
Seeing that it wasn't a memory of mistakes made by herself and Kiana, nor any dark history, Qiong revealed a smile of relief after surviving a disaster—of course, mistakes still need to be corrected, starting with asking Lao Yang to rub a handful of milk-scented scalpels.
"Hmph hmph hmph... Hmm?"
Having regained her confidence, Qiong walked past the umbrella with the black abyss and white flower pattern and the soccer ball, and unconsciously walked towards the bookshelf. On the bookshelf, there was a photo that particularly caught her eye: the photo showed "two little girls" and a big old man, who were laughing happily in front of Houmu Amusement Park.
"The Headmistress and Uncle Siegfried? And this is... Kiana?"
Qiong's voice was somewhat hesitant.
No, this isn't Kiana, or rather, this is the old Kiana, the current Slowpoke, right?
Qiong's gaze left the photograph and fell on the books on the bookshelf.
Grimm's Fairy Tales, Andersen's Fairy Tales, Tactical Training Guide, Introduction to Honkai Energy, and Tactical Training Guide... How did the last two get in here?
Is this a book for children?
Just as Qiong was criticizing the book, his gaze fell on a special "book." It should be said that this was merely a notebook—no, a diary—mixed in with the book.
Looking at the Houmu stickers on the book, Qiong suddenly had the idea of taking the book out and peeling off the stickers.
[Sora, open your diary!]
"Xiao Qiong, help Uncle open it!"
As she reached out to stroke the round, grinning yellow creature, Siegfried and Theresa's urgent voices boomed in Qiong's ears.
[Quick, open it!]
Theresa's voice came from his mind, startling Qiong. Before he could even decide whether to open it, the diary had somehow popped open on its own?
The smell of dusty paper wafted over, but what caught the eye even more were the densely packed little drawings on the inner pages—the Houmu King holding a sword and wearing a crown, and little Kiana in various poses with her double buns occupying every inch of blank space, and occasionally there was an abstract white-haired man in a coat breathing fire (Qiong suspected it was Siegfried).
"Xiao Qiong, help your uncle take a look up there—"
Siegfried's voice was noticeably urgent this time, but Sora did nothing. The diary turned its pages by itself, as if manipulated by an invisible hand. The pages rustled, finally stopping somewhere in the middle, and then a voice called Durandal (in a cute, childlike voice) rang out from within the pages.
"January 14, 2007, Sunday, sunny. Today I played snow soccer with my dad and his friends. Dad was in goal, and I scored three goals against him. I'm so good!"
Qiong: ...
This must be because Siegfried was holding back, right?
"March 3, 2007, Sunday, light rain. Today I went to a newly opened shooting range with my dad in Klosten, and I beat him in rifle shooting! This is the first time I've ever beaten my dad at a shooting range, and I'm so happy!"
This was probably Siegfried holding back... well, you never know, considering Kiana's accuracy in gunfighting, Siegfried's skill level as a teacher...
Qiong bent down, wanting to pick up the diary that had fallen to the ground and put it back on the bookshelf—speaking of which, did Durandal look like this when she was little?
Although it's not a good idea to think this way, with the approximate time and baseline location provided by the diary, Qiong can indeed temporarily turn Durandal into a mini Kiana... Siegfried and Theresa don't seem to know yet that Durandal is the Kiana who didn't die, right? How about we find an opportunity to give them a big surprise?
"Don't you remember? But I remember. The price must be paid..."
"Ok?"
The moment Qiong picked up the diary, the corner of the Houmu sticker on the cover curled up slightly, revealing another layer of black paper underneath, and emitted a familiar yet chilling sound.
Qiong's fingertips suddenly turned cold, and right under his nose, the diary was suddenly stained black. The cheeky yellow rabbit on the cover began to glow red in its eyes, staring intently at Qiong.
"Dan—"
"Leera?!"
Knowing without even guessing what was coming next, Qiong subconsciously threw the diary away, but the diary he threw away was actually flying?
Centered around the Houmu sticker, black quickly spread throughout the entire diary, with the Houmu sticker on the diary cover grinning with an unparalleled smile.
"Danheng... I miss you so much..."
The diary floated in the air, its pages flipping wildly—where was the warm and cozy diary from before? Qiong stared at it for a long time; the entire diary contained only six words: Danheng, I miss you so much.
But I don't miss you at all!
When I turned to the last page of the diary, I found new content: four large characters that filled an entire page.
Got you!
Leera attacked? To Qiong's disbelief, the black ink in the diary condensed on the last page, forming a purplish-black hand that seemed poised to expand...
Boom!
Before Qiong took action, a golden bolt of lightning suddenly struck outside the window of the small room, accurately shattering the black hand and annihilating it.
"Damn it! Just... just a hair's breadth away!"
Enraged, the Martian Goddess roared. She had already discovered him, so getting him should have been a piece of cake. Why was she being stopped? And who could possibly stop her?
Is there even a need to ask? It must have been done by that stupid woman, Frisha, who had nothing better to do!
"Dan...wait for me...you!"
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After a year, 350 (357) chapters, and 98 words, the book's rating has finally risen to 9.0... It wasn't easy!
To be honest, updating at night is really not a good idea...