Chapter 689
In the next moment, a terrifying buzzing sound erupted, and everything in Xia'er’s room was being frantically erased, as if a mad painter were relentlessly rubbing out their own masterpiece with an eraser.
Tara and Aivina were pulled tightly into Xia'er’s embrace; as long as they stayed close enough to him, they would be safe from harm.
Standing at the eye of the storm, Xia'er’s gaze grew increasingly indifferent as he silently observed the chaotic erasure unfolding before him.
He wished he could kill Xia'er.
Coincidentally, Xia'er felt the same way.
Moreover, it was even more coincidental that Xia'er had already thought of several ways to pinpoint his adversary.
**Chapter 352: Tara's Feelings**
The chaotic storm lasted less than ten seconds before dissipating, leaving everything before Xia'er utterly transformed.
In Xia'er’s arms, Aivina, who had witnessed it all, stared wide-eyed, unable to believe the devastation that lay before her.
Most crucially, Aivina felt no sense of absurdity regarding the horrific scene in front of her.
“What... happened?” Aivina murmured, gazing at the wreckage.
Perhaps because most of the walls and objects had only been partially erased, Aivina’s perception of them hadn’t changed much; she didn’t think Xia'er’s home “was always like this.”
To Xia'er’s right, nestled in his embrace with her head resting against his chest, Tara was completely dazed.
Her mind was far from the chaos around her; all she felt was a buzzing in her brain, her cheeks burning as if scorched by fire.
Tara dared not move a muscle, her body tense. Any slight motion would increase the friction between her and Xia'er, which felt like... sacrilege...
But... breathing was still permissible... this Xia'er would surely understand... I’m still an ordinary human; I need to breathe...
It wasn’t until she felt Xia'er loosen his grip that Tara snapped back to reality, quickly stepping back and lowering her head to hide her expression, a sense of loss washing over her.
How she wished that moment could have lasted a little longer...
Just now... was Xia'er protecting me...?
Why... am I just an ordinary servant among so many... my abilities are nothing special, and I haven’t made any significant contributions...
No... Xia'er was merely treating all his followers equally; I just happened to be here...
To prevent her feelings toward Xia'er from changing, Tara had to keep reminding herself that what had just happened wasn’t a sign of divine favoritism, but simply compassion.
“Someone’s in a hurry, but can’t do anything...” Xia'er shook his head, responding to Aivina’s earlier question, “In fact, they seem a bit too eager...”
Yes, the minion’s behavior was a bit too hasty.
According to Xia'er’s previous deductions, if the minions remained calm, it would be him who felt the pressure.
He must have done something right.
Or perhaps, the other party had made a mistake.
That minion didn’t seem to know much about the old matters, and it appeared they were also unaware of his intelligence...
This forced Xia'er to reevaluate his earlier reasoning.
He had previously inferred that no matter what he did now, the “God of Existence” born in the future would know instantly, and no changes could be hidden from the future him.
Xia'er had naturally assumed that the God of Existence knew everything, but the old ascendants and minions from different timelines might not necessarily be aware.
There was indeed information sharing among them, but not every piece of information could be shared at all times.
Now, there were several possibilities, with the two most likely being:
1. All information would be consolidated and sent back to a certain symbiont or a few symbionts holding “seeds” with each restart.
2. The God of Existence could use specific means to transmit oracles from the future through fragments of “seeds”... though these oracles would have a time limit.
Of course, both possibilities could coexist.
This could explain why the other party couldn’t accurately predict every step he took in the present from the future.
Only when he truly came into existence would he know which timeline’s Xia'er was the real Xia'er.
This confrontation had pushed Xia'er to exceed his limits once more, leaving him mentally exhausted.
He could no longer maintain his energy and began to topple toward Aivina.
At that moment, all Xia'er wanted was to fall into a deep sleep and never wake up again...
“Save file automatically saved to No.4, overwriting the previous ‘Coroner’ Xia'er.”
“No.4: ‘Weaver’ Xia'er.”
...
“Reality”
“Year 741, July 29, 10:14”
“Evaluation: Although your use of anchor points isn’t quite proficient... you’ve still gained something, haven’t you?”
“A new path, new abilities... but it’s not enough; you can gain more... here’s a hint...”
“If you want to kill the opponent, whether the first strike of the ‘Kiss of Time Corrosion’ hits is crucial.”
“Are you planning to deliver this blow in the past, the future, or the present?”
“Take this; it’s what you deserve based on your performance.”
“Reward: Destiny Points *120”
“Destiny Points: 751”
In terms of earning Destiny Points, Xia'er’s simulation this time was undoubtedly a failure.
An anchor point worth 100 Destiny Points and a simulation worth 400 Destiny Points only yielded a return of 120 Destiny Points...
Yet the knowledge and power gained from this simulation were incomparable to any amount of Destiny Points.
“New path recorded.”
“1st tier: ‘Observer’”
“2nd tier: ‘Counter-Flower’”
“3rd tier: ‘Rewinder’”
“4th tier: ‘Time Traveler’”
Xia'er returned to the initial time he had anchored, and the anchor point was released with the end of the simulation.
Everything before Xia'er blurred, with only the silver system panel remaining clear.
In the familiar room, Xia'er saw a familiar green-haired figure. She opened her mouth to call out to her, asking her to fetch Aivina, but as soon as she uttered the name, she fell into a deep slumber.
“Tara...”
Xia'er’s call caught Tara’s attention. She instinctively directed her gaze toward Xia'er’s legs and asked, “Xia'er, is there something you need...”
Before Tara could finish her sentence, she saw Xia'er lean to the side and topple over.
“Xia'er?!”
Tara didn’t have time to think; she rushed forward, kneeling just in time to catch Xia'er, who had fallen face down onto her lap.
Usually, Tara made a point to avoid looking directly into Xia'er’s eyes or face, but now she was staring at the Xia'er resting on her legs, watching her red hair spill over her maid’s dress.
She could even feel Xia'er’s faint breath, but the sensation made Tara feel stiff and uneasy.
“Xia... Xia'er...? Are you okay?” Tara tried to call out softly to the Xia'er in front of her, her body hesitant to move.
Tara quickly assessed Xia'er’s condition. Although she wasn’t a “Listener,” she could tell from Xia'er’s various signs that she was in a deep sleep.
It looked as if her mental energy had been completely drained...
I need to find Aivina quickly...
Tara thought to herself, aware of the urgency, yet her body remained still.
She... was somewhat enjoying this moment...
The Mother Goddess had never been this close to her before. Feeling the faint scent of soap in Xia'er’s hair and the warmth on her thighs, Tara wished this moment could last a little longer...
But in the next instant, Tara’s figure was replaced by a white shadow, and she vanished, leaving only the white shadow supporting Xia'er’s head behind.
Outside the villa, the white shadow twisted, and Tara’s figure replaced it, appearing in the garden outside.
She lowered her head, her cheeks flushed, gripping her white apron tightly, her lips pressed together.
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