Chapter 113 Part 1

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Chapter 113 Part 1: The Savior Learned the Truth and Collapsed Coughing Up Blood (1)

“Dazzling Stage.”

Since its launch, the global idol talent show has sparked significant online discussion, largely due to the extravagant underground base and the use of cutting-edge technology, prompting a flurry of conspiracy theories.

Yet for Chu Yuanqing,

there was no need for deep reflection. She was someone on the brink of death, someone who simply wanted to earn a few more months’ worth of income, spend cherished moments with her daughter, and eventually pass on without regret.

This should have been the resolution she had come to 17 years ago.

Chu Yuanqing had waited too long. Each breath she took, while her soul lingered in torment, was a painful reminder of heartbreak and endless suffering. For her, the conclusion was not something to mourn, but a much-needed release into eternal rest.

This is why she could afford to ignore the sprawling mega project, the ignition base.

This is why she turned a blind eye to the gradual involvement in the soul realm and the development of brain potential via “Heart Flow.”

She didn’t care that “Dazzling Stage” resembled a dreamlike tower in the air, a project with ridiculous costs and plans that made little sense.

But the dimming of this Moebius pendant hit her like a hammer, tearing apart the shell of understanding she had carefully built, overwhelming her with a flood of forgotten details.

There’s something wrong with “Dazzling Stage.”

This was a simple, neutral observation.

Regardless of the hidden agenda of the mastermind behind it, the true reason for this plan—and its ultimate goal—couldn’t possibly be just creating a world-renowned girl group.

Chu Yuanqing held the lantern pendant in her hand, sensing its faint spiritual essence, as if an idea suddenly clicked in her mind.

The material of the Moebius pendant resembled the lantern of a magical girl, capable not only of absorbing and storing magical substances but also of forging a link with the soul when worn, creating a bond between the object and its owner.

This process was harmless in itself, and the phenomena before her could be explained easily.

Since the lantern embodied the very essence of the magical girl, its presence was a physical manifestation of the soul itself.

The necklace bound to the soul, trying to bond with the lantern—a clear transgression. At its early stages, it was bound to be consumed by the lantern.

Chu Yuanqing murmured:

“Though Lin Jiu gave me this necklace, only the ‘Dazzling Stage’ organization has the power, resources, and incentive to do this.”

Looking back, all these things had been apparent from the start.

Dream Weaver Rabbit mentioned the mysterious gifts, the endorsement bonuses for Grade A players, and the extra earring sponsorship for Little Sakura by the director—all part of a strategy to tie these magical tools to select individuals.

The more Chu Yuanqing thought about it, the more uneasy she felt.

These actions might not show immediate malice or goodwill, but they clearly indicated that “Dazzling Stage” was no longer a simple idol talent competition.

The critical question was: What role did these magical tools play? Why had governments worldwide come together to support this plan, promoting it across hundreds of nations and amassing billions of viewers?

The answer to the former remained unclear.

But the latter, with its extravagant underground facilities and global scope, was about to unfold.

The end-of-the-world crisis.

Chu Yuanqing instantly thought of the truth she dreaded most.

Looking at it from an apocalyptic standpoint, setting up a competition site in a major metropolis, constructing an underground base, and even having a country host a “Dazzling Stage” sub-event made perfect sense.

Daxia’s military might and large population had led to the creation of such massive underground shelters in Sea City and Kyoto.

Some countries weren’t economically strong enough and lacked the technology to build such shelters.

However, for humanitarian reasons and due to the situation’s gravity, countries like the Donghong Federation and the Sacred United Country had stepped in to offer financial and technical support to create these shelters.

Can idols really save the world?

Does a talent show relate to the fate of humanity?

These were important but not crucial questions.

The key issue was: Was this so-called crisis linked to the disaster beast?

As these thoughts crossed her mind, Chu Yuanqing froze. Her face turned icy, and her gaze became sharp, her eyes flashing with a fiery gold as though shackles within her were breaking apart.

The girl closed her eyes and focused, trying to suppress the wave of war trauma within her. She whispered inwardly:

“Patience.”

“All of this is mere speculation.”

“I did alter the timeline, erase the disaster beast’s history, and reset time. These are facts, at least mostly.”

“Otherwise, the first Calamity God would have descended 17 years ago, and the government wouldn’t have been able to plan such a massive talent show.”

“Dazzling Stage could also just be an enormous experimental showcase, aiming to research magic and improve longevity—its scale and scope are not entirely unimaginable.”

“And even if there is a crisis related to the apocalypse, it might not necessarily have to do with the disaster beast.”

Chu Yuanqing had long since given up everything for the future. Her actions went beyond mere duty—they surpassed all that.

So, even if worry gnawed at her and letting go felt impossible, she knew that unless the disaster beast was involved, a global crisis could be left to the younger generation to handle, just like the passing of the torch of civilization.

Chu Yuanqing regained her composure, the fiery intensity in her eyes fading.

She understood that letting her emotions run wild would only fuel the curse, ultimately changing nothing. But understanding the truth—this was paramount. It determined whether she could leave in peace.

With a deep breath, she hurried out of the dormitory, guided by an odd sense she had felt earlier, making her way to the Heart Flow training room in the B1 area.

The layout here reflected the grandeur of the “Dazzling Stage,” futuristic and striking, almost sci-fi in design. Many players hoping to understand Heart Flow and change their fates lay inside cabins with partitions for consciousness guidance.

Of course, some Grade B players, like Chen Yining, were also here, hoping for a shortcut to success.

As Chu Yuanqing entered, she drew curious glances.

To others, she was a rising star, her remarkable talent evident. Her presence in the room was akin to an emperor inspecting peasants, sparking attention and rumors.

Chu Yuanqing ignored the onlookers and stood still like a statue at the room’s edge. The pendant on her chest flickered, and her gaze carried an almost otherworldly power, revealing dark mist swirling like a nightmare.

It was the scent of danger.

Yes, even though it was faint and distant, it reeked like sulfur, a demon’s stench, making her sense the looming peril.

Mountains of corpses, seas of blood.

Her parents’ tragic deaths, the sacrifice of her comrades.

This was a creature that should have been obliterated long ago, something she fought against, sacrificed for, in an endless cycle of death.

But now, it had resurfaced from the abyss, mocking her failures.

Chu Yuanqing stood motionless.

Anxiety? Regret? Pain? Confusion? Remorse? Defeat? Despair?

None of these feelings took root.

Despite the sacrifices of her past self to create the era of peace, despite the inevitable disaster that seemed to mock everything, none of it lingered.

Because above all, the instinct engraved deep within her soul took precedence.

That part sealed 17 years ago, buried deep within her consciousness, should have stayed dormant during times of peace. But upon realizing that the disaster beast still existed, it erupted instinctively, like a dragon unleashed.

Chu Yuanqing lowered her gaze, her expression steady, fingers gently pressing the pendant. The lantern on it burned with fiery light, as the twilight of the setting sun glowed through. She spoke softly:

“All disaster beasts must be expelled.”

In that moment, a powerful wave of will surged, pushing aside the curse. It broke free, like a rose blooming within a star, purging all in its path with a thunderous roar.

Instantly, the entire Zhelong Town seemed to quake, as an unseen force surged through the underground base. The growing energy spiraled to the central chamber, cutting a fiery path through the magic prison.

“Unknown presence detected invading.”

“Heart Flow phenomenon detected erupting.”

“Magic threshold index increase detected.”

“Unknown wavelength detected, differing from the blossoming flowers.”

“Detection error… Detection error… Detection error…”

The alarms in the central chamber blared. The super AI, Dreamweaver, processed all its advanced tech in an attempt to analyze the situation, only to glimpse the tragic events unfolding within the magic prison.

—Stab, stab.

The Calamity Seed, locked within its metallic prison, twisted and melted under the force of an unknown turbulence.