Chapter 140

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Chapter 140: [Old Testament] Calamity God; I’m Sorry, Charlotte

Area A1, practice room.

Chu Yuanqing walked into the bathroom, skillfully took off her loose short sleeves, pulled up her sweat-stained yoga outfit, removed her completely soaked sports bra, tossed everything into the laundry basket, and stepped barefoot onto the cool tile floor.

To this day, these moments no longer stir her emotions.

Adjust the temperature and turn on the shower.

Soon, the room was filled with warm steam.

Chu Yuanqing lowered her lashes, her golden eyes sparkling with light. Her beautiful face was serious and complex as she stood silently, bathing in the warm water.

The girl let the water droplets slide down her smooth neck, trace along her slender collarbone, and roll over her curves, reaching the deepest parts, then licking her thighs, and breaking on the tiles by her ankles, waiting for all her dirt to be washed away.

In fact, things have changed from the beginning. After the Magic Armor restores its proper buffs, as long as it is built on the outside of her body, all dirt and dust will be completely washed away, cleaner than a regular bath.

Chu Yuanqing still takes baths.

First, there is no need to shy away from her own body.

Second, it is suspicious to build the Magic Armor and leave the bathroom too quickly.

Taking a bath is really nice, and it’s a great time to think when you are alone.

Chu Yuanqing twisted the switch tight, and she squeezed a little shower gel. Just like the little yellow duck, it was a gift from Liuli, and it leaves a lovely scent after bathing.

Right after the bath, it smells like Sicilian lemon and Brazilian berry. After a few hours, it becomes the scent of peach blossom honey and white magnolia. After more than six hours, it changes to warm amber, sweet caramel, and fresh cedar.

Chu Yuanqing never paid attention to these details; she just thought it was very useful and smelled nice, unaware that a green-eyed cat snuggled close to her, enjoying the scent mixed with her own body fragrance like catnip.

But since she used the hot tub yesterday, she didn’t use this shower gel, so Little Sakura sadly missed out on the joy that belongs to the green-eyed cat.

Of course, since it was given a long time ago, the golden retriever that visits every night enjoyed the scent.

Chu Yuanqing absentmindedly applied the shower gel; the thick foam quickly covered the soft hills, slowly collapsing along with her breathing, winding towards her increasingly soft waist. She murmured:

"To become… a true idol."

In the traditional sense, "Heart Flow" refers to a completely immersive state of focus.

The "Heart Flow" learned by Liuli, Miyuki, and Qingxuan is built on this foundation, and through the "Cocoon of the Heart," they unleash a unique power that belongs to their individual miracles.

Rather than saying that their "Heart Flow" exists for the stage,

It is more accurate to say that they extended their "Heart Flow" to create a better stage, one that enhances its charm.

Simply put, the "Heart Flow" is the result of the little idols’ individual wishes.

Chu Yuanqing does not have a strong desire to create a better stage or a true awareness of becoming an idol, so she naturally lacks the ability to enhance the stage’s charm, heighten emotional intensity, or refine her dance and singing skills.

Because she does not want to, she does not.

This is a problem of cognitive impairment.

Little Sakura’s sincere love for the stage, for dance, and for idols is the direct reason for breaking through this barrier.

Chu Yuanqing should have understood this long ago.

The invisible giant blade that cut through the underground base and burned away all the Calamity Seeds, was it not a kind of Heart Flow that answered her own wishes?

The only difference was that her wish at that time was to eliminate the Calamity Seeds, not to create the most Dazzling Stage and become more popular with the audience.

Chu Yuanqing’s freedom comes from the uniqueness of the Pure White Witch.

The little idols, on the other hand, can only hold a fixed Heart Flow that is born from the Cocoon of the Heart.

To put it inappropriately, this is the difference between an infinite wishing machine and a one-time wishing machine.

"If this theory is correct, then almost countless types of power can extend from wishes, which fits my fantasy of magic very well and aligns with the concept of magical girls."

Chu Yuanqing sighed slightly, turned the tight switch, and as countless water droplets fell from the showerhead, washing away the foam that obscured her curves like holy light. The Golden Sea in her eyes gently swayed, as she pinched a thin chain with her palm, pulling out a lantern from the soft foam, whispering softly:

"To use the Heart Flow of the exclusive stage, one needs a wish that comes from the heart. Any falsehood or deception will lead to failure, so I can no longer rely on Charlotte."

"Perhaps… I should learn more from Miyuki."

Chu Yuanqing made up her mind, but suddenly remembered what happened last night. She instinctively covered her chest with her arm, which made her feel shy as her serious little face turned red, her eyes full of tempting mist.

How awful, I forgot to teach Miyuki a lesson today. Next time, I must make up for it!

But… I can’t really go and touch her again, can I? That would be too strange, too much, too wrong!

As Chu Yuanqing thought about it, her resolve wavered again. She reflected that Miyuki wasn’t being mean on purpose, and it wouldn’t be very nice to press the issue. Maybe she should forgive her just this once.

Besides, I still have to study with her, right? A few touches can just be seen as paying tuition… No, that word is too strange!

Chu Yuanqing finished showering while lost in thought, dried her body with a towel, changed into loose-fitting sleepwear, and put on a simple short-sleeved top and shorts that showcased her fair, rosy thighs, looking fresh and youthful.

Then, with a girl-like charm, she bit down on a hair tie with her soft pink lips and gathered her snow-white hair into a ponytail, before turning on the lamp and stepping out of the bathroom.

Just as she stepped out of the bathroom, she heard a rumbling sound like cracking glaciers, a curse from the Sea of Truth echoed deep in her soul, like a fearful ghost that once again went wild, causing her brief moment of warmth to crumble away.

In an instant, a kaleidoscope of visions filled her eyes, and a distant yet familiar hymn floated in her ears.

Chu Yuanqing looked up and saw endless, desolate ruins ahead.

The collapsed land, the moss-covered corners of tall buildings, the dark sea creeping inland, the pure white feathers falling at all times, and… the sky frozen in twilight.

High above, thousands of large, white rings with golden patterns intertwined around a blue eye like the sun, with dozens of enormous pure white wings stretching out from the center, each one reaching a kilometer long, covering the sky and pouring out beautiful evening light, shaking off feathers like heavy rain.

On the outside of those slowly rotating rings, pairs of blue eyes appeared, blinking as if watching, overlooking the land shrouded in twilight, looking both sacred and terrifying, resembling angels from the Old Testament.

This is the Dusk Forbidden Zone, a place called the home of the Calamity God in the old times, and the monster before her is just one of the Supreme Disaster Beasts created by the Old Testament, called Archangel.

The Sea of Truth has revealed the past.

Chu Yuanqing felt a little dazed; she faintly remembered that much of the Dusk Forbidden Zone was flattened by Charlotte, who had buried eight Archangels with the Song of Ruin and raised a tsunami that shook the entire Atlantic with her dance, tearing apart the false eternal twilight.

But now, Charlotte was nowhere to be found in this illusion; she was left alone to face the Old Testament.

For some reason, a feeling of loneliness pierced her soul, stronger than any pain, making her mind waver; the holy song became clearer in her ears, enveloping her in twilight, as tens of thousands of eyes gazed toward her from afar.

All of this made her feelings grow a thousand times stronger, making her bow down and submit to an unknown master, sincerely chanting the name that could bring blessings to the world.

The darkness in Chu Yuanqing’s eyes shattered, and a golden light burst forth, burning with intensity. She cut through the temptations that echoed like ancient gods, like a seasoned warrior, opening the chapters of the past in her dreams, once again drawing out the fierce flame called courage, and sighed with nostalgia:

"Has your illusion even begun to replicate the abilities of the disaster beast in our memories?"

"Truly worthy of the Sea of Truth."

"Alright then, since Levatin has devoured the twilight of the Old Testament, let me long for the taste of an old friend again and see… use twilight to fight against twilight."

As her voice faded, it felt like the roar of a nuclear explosion spreading, like burning clouds falling from the crown of the sun, a sea of red fire devouring and tearing twilight apart.

The girl’s soft, fair hand, like that of Surtr from Norse mythology, seemed to hold a giant blade blocking the sky from thousands of miles away, accompanied by a sound wave that stretched for miles, cutting through millions of watching eyes, treating the Archangel like a toy, shattering it into pieces.

Soon after, the ruins of a kingdom became a scorched land ravaged by flames.

But more appeared, like maggots in the bones, various forms of Archangels awakening and being born under the rules of the Old Testament, all gazing and smiling.

The forgotten battle, where mortals fought against gods, repeated endlessly in the illusion of the Sea of Truth.

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Underground control room.

Dream Weaver Rabbit opened its eyes. In an instant, it stepped away from its role as the main teacher and mascot of "Dazzling Stage" and entered a super AI mode, overseeing the world like a god. Through the Ether Satellite called Fuxi, it precisely scanned unusual tall walls around the globe.

— "Pure White."

The Miracle Wall, which was the top concern of every country, was trembling like never before. Unlike past tremors that the naked eye could not see, flying a drone high into the sky clearly showed that it was shaking.

In an instant, the same message reached everywhere in the world.

Super AI analysis report:

"The pure white trembled again, with the ether particles greatly fluctuating. The wall in the Faroe Islands of the Atlantic vanished, and the mirage in the sky showed slight signs of collapsing. The self-repair speed decreased by 880.9%…"

Countless images appeared inside, with discussions of fear, sighs, and prayers starting to rise.

"Why is this happening? There were no warnings, and it does not fit the past patterns!"

"The rate of this collapse is unprecedented. Has humanity’s mercy finally reached its limit?"

"The collapse of the pure white will be a disaster for humanity; the fire starter plan has officially begun."

"Perhaps we have always misjudged the collapse rate of the pure white. If this trend continues, the tall walls won’t withstand the Grand Finals of the Dazzling Stage."

"No one knows how long the pure white can hold on. If it collapses this time, at least 30% of countries around the world could fall in an instant."

"We must face this with the most pessimistic attitude. Perhaps we should prepare to start the backup plan early."

The big figures of the Donghong Federation were discussing fervently, yet they all looked up at the sky, gazing at the Wall of Sighs that had protected human civilization for 17 years, as if watching a meteor shower about to fall upon the world, fear evident in their eyes.

Pure white, how long can it last?

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Area A1, practice room.

Tang Liuli walked out from another shower room. She looked like a cat soaked in the rain, using a big towel to dry her soft, dark hair. Her bright green eyes seriously gazed at the mirror, and her small face looked very serious.

The green-eyed cat changed into a lovely summer dress. The wide neckline showed her slender collarbones, and the back had crossed straps, creating a beautiful and dreamy look with the contrast of skin and fabric.

The girl’s waist was slim, and her thighs were partly visible, with one side adorned with a leg ring. As her skirt swayed, her fair legs caught everyone’s attention.

Yes, if we set aside her gloomy social anxiety and forced positivity, she truly looked like an unbeatable beautiful girl in her youth.

And with a bit of acting, even that small flaw could be hidden.

How is it? This unbeatable tactic to change impressions through dressing!

Tang Liuli pumped herself up in front of the mirror; her eyes slightly lifted at the corners, and the beauty spot next to her eye was like the finishing touch. Her pink lips curled into a smile, making her look especially charming. She suddenly felt much cuter than that sakura girl.

"Great! Now Kirimi and Little Shu have returned to the dorm, and Little Qing is still in the practice room taking a shower. After that, there’s a three-hour break. Liuli, you must seize this opportunity and take the initiative! Invite Mother Qing to watch a lesbian movie together!"

The green-eyed cat whispered to herself, frantically picking up the perfume and beginning to feel conflicted.

"Burberry’s Pink Love Song is nice; the floral and fruity perfume has a hint of the scent of Mother Qing’s blood."

"But this Nina Ricci and Anna Sui one also has a floral and fruity scent; it’s just that the top notes are very different."

"But would something too girly be inappropriate? Shouldn’t it be more like a mature woman? To break the impression, would choosing Gabriel, which has a city lady vibe, be better?"

"Wait, but what I’m wearing today is very girly. Should I change my outfit?"

The more Tang Liuli thought about it, the more conflicted she became. She had no dating experience at all, let alone experience dating girls.

Angrily, that old fool didn’t think about how I would later become a mature and beautiful star when arranging classes according to that woman’s will. He didn’t even schedule a course on how to attract girls! It’s simply unprofessional!

Tang Liuli wished she could go back a few years and skip all her classes to focus on learning how to flirt with girls.

As for now, she could only quietly pull out a few dresses from her bag and think quickly about the best outfit.

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The sea of fire burned the continent.

An endless dusk covered the land, and the remains of angels lay scattered on the scorched earth.

Chu Yuanqing had lost count of how many times she had swung Levatin and couldn’t remember how many times her body had been shattered, relying on her memory of "undying" to return to the battlefield.

This is a world of illusions.

Even if we repeat that miraculous victory and defeat one of the thirteen Calamity Gods, [Old Testament], everything will still be reset.

— The battle is meaningless.

If it were like the previous illusion, her senses could vaguely break through to reality, and she could completely ignore it, patiently waiting for the chaos to end.

But as time goes on, the curse of the Sea of Truth also multiplies. Previously, the illusions couldn’t interfere much with the work of the exhausted people, but now it has advanced to the level of beautiful yet fleeting visions.

If we choose to avoid battle now, [Old Testament]’s temptation will surely erode our will.

And as soon as we forget who we are for even a moment, all the blessings woven together by our willpower will lead to inevitable collapse, and what happens next goes without saying.

So, we can only fight.

Chu Yuanqing was covered in blood and injured all over, like a fragile piece of porcelain on the verge of breaking. Her body was marked with many cracks, especially on the hand that held Levatin and her delicate wrist.

Dark lines intertwined and crumbled, revealing a deep, hollow space, with the blood within evaporating nearly completely.

But what is most terrifying is that from the edges of these cracks, red to pitch-black flames are pouring out, swirling around and forming beautiful yet illusory rings.

The price of blessing from Levatin is that its flames can only be extinguished by Chu Yuanqing’s blood.

If all the blood in her body is poured into Levatin at once, it will force this Mythical Armament into a mandatory cooling phase, making the flames more controllable than ever and trapping the host’s life in a frozen state.

Based on this characteristic, Chu Yuanqing has developed a unique life-burning technique.

—[Embers].

In this state, she can only live for three seconds.

But in those three seconds, Chu Yuanqing not only shares life with Levatin, enabling her to bypass some rules of the [Calamity God], but she can also completely unleash the power of this Mythical Armament, elevating it from a national level to a surface level, and even to a planetary level of explosion.

Since each battle against the [Calamity God] results in at least a hundred deaths, she always activates [Embers] at the start of a fight to maximize the benefit of each life.

It is the same now.

Chu Yuanqing’s delicate palm melded with the sword’s handle, like a hardened piece of charcoal. She was such a beautiful person, yet her skin cracked with every swing of the sword, her body melting away, until she resembled a shattered porcelain doll, transforming into an ugly corpse, only to rise again in a pitiful manner.

The illusionary battle had no end.

But each fight with the Calamity God was just as endless as it was now.

Chu Yuanqing was like a traveler on the brink of fainting in the warm snow, her thoughts as weak as a flickering candle in the wind. Faintly, Charlotte’s voice echoed in her ears, like whispers of a distant journey:

"Little Qing, you’ve always done wonderfully."

"Now, no one can demand too much from you, and no one has the right to. You are always so gentle yet so determined. Living on is painful, isn’t it?"

"So, it’s okay to stop here. Just take a good rest."

Chu Yuanqing silently gazed at the dusky sky with its cracked open gaps, overlooking her charred and broken half. Like an immortal giant from an epic, she struggled to lift her sword once more, unleashing flames that surpassed the sunset.

In that moment, the fiery clouds flooded the world.

The sparks, like fireworks, blur in the depths of her eyes.

Chu Yuanqing’s gentle brows and eyes reveal a fragile smile as she softly murmurs,

"I’m sorry, Charlotte."

"Not yet; the world where you can sing and dance on stage with peace needs me to cast Levatin one more time."

"I will not break my promise… That vow made in Final City before your sacrifice cannot be undone, no matter the cost or how much I may lose."

This is her last and only act of defiance.