Chapter 332

Chapter 332: My Flower of the Soul, Even if It Has Not Blossomed, Is Already Destined

Fanol Continent, Quiet Ancient Forest.

This ancient forest covered a vast area, comparable to a country, containing endless magic essence. It was known as the heart of the continent. Only those born to control and adapt to magic essence, or Magicians, could live there.

After the end of the Second Divine Age, Holy Sophon followed the emperor’s orders, taking away the High Elves’ right to build floating islands and seizing their advanced technology, sending it to the Quiet Ancient Forest.

It was said that in a very distant time, the High Elves did not add a higher title to their race name.

These beautiful beings, who lived a long time and resembled humans, were born in the Quiet Ancient Forest. They had always lived there, leading carefree lives. They loved singing and art, had few desires, and were kind and pure, living quite closed off from others.

But after the gods descended, the elves chosen as Spawns gradually adopted the arrogance of divinity, began to learn to fight against other races, and even developed giant war machines like floating islands.

The emperor destroyed the High Elves and drove them back to their homeland, and as the years passed, he returned them to their peaceful and pure state.

But at that moment, dark blood flowed from the cracks in the sky, like ink dropped into water, continuously polluting the surrounding magic essence, creating a murky and dirty tide of terror that drowned the Elven gathering place.

This was a disaster; just as humans needed oxygen, magic essence was a basic substance for the Elven that built their ecology and was naturally taken in with every breath. Magic essence mixed with disaster aura was like poison.

If it were only that, it would mainly harm innocent babies and young ones, but would not lead to greater destruction.

However, the Elven Temple, surrounded by countless ancient trees and protected by generations of magic, should have been strong enough to withstand the attacks of several legends, but it was being breached from within.

At this moment, several kind-faced Elf Clan Elders gazed up at the sky with fervent eyes. They opened their arms as if to embrace the terrifying dark blood that shook the soul and murmured in reverence:

"How moving! After a thousand years, the breath of Mother Earth has returned to the Quiet Ancient Forest. Her gaze is gentle yet intense, and this compassion crossing the Golden Sea will lead our people back to the sky."

"Dear kin, the Golden Law is about to break."

"Let us celebrate! We will welcome the great First Divine Age and witness our beloved deity return from beyond the world, showering us with His supreme light!"

This was indeed a strange and scary scene, as they joyfully promoted their beliefs like fanatics.

The tribespeople under the sky, however, suffered and wailed, turning into twisted monsters. Even the Elven Queen, who was loved and respected by her people and held the power of the sanctuary, had become a cold corpse.

Alexia Flavetrica lay on the throne, her light purple eyes empty and cold. Her plump body, wrapped in sheer fabric and branches, was pierced through by a crystal-like spear, draining her blood, magic essence, and soul completely, leaving a residue of sorrow on her face.

Not far away lay more royal family members and guards, as well as the bodies of other elders, all with fatal wounds, each killed with a single strike, showing no signs of resistance and leaving no traces of blood.

This was too unusual; even the most terrifying violent organization of the empire, the Adjudicating Authority, could not operate so cleanly in the heart of the Elven Temple.

Theoretically, the Elven Queen could summon the entire magic essence of the sanctuary in one breath, resonating with most of the Quiet Ancient Forest to compose a harmonious melody, bestowing a greatly powerful blessing. In the hands of one Superfine Magician, it could even slightly combat a legendary figure.

But the reality was such that the Elven elite forces were wiped out, the royal bloodline was nearly extinct, and their souls, blood, and magic essence became offerings for sacrifice, flowing along the blood-colored patterns, forming a scarlet magic circle.

At that moment, in the center of the magic circle lay a girl with black hair. Her delicate brows furrowed, her face pure and beautiful, radiating an intelligent charm, wearing a long dress that faded to red to her ankles.

This was the Second Princess, Loco Flavetrica.

"The queen of the old times has died, and we need a true anchor point to lead our tribe to prosperity."

"Loco Flavetrica, the Second Princess who alone withstood the divine glory and instantly removed the power of Mother Earth from our blood, will be the best vessel to forge the body of a god."

The tribal leader laughed as he looked at the increasingly shattered sky, his eyes filled with madness and hope. He felt no dirtiness at all, letting go of protective spells to bathe in black blood, allowing his skin to be corroded until his white bones showed.

The black blood rain grew stronger, and the Quiet Ancient Forest had been submerged by the Disaster Wave for nearly ten thousand miles. A massive amount of magic essence in the air reacted with it loudly, like some unreasonable natural disaster, unleashing waves of energy comparable to hurricanes and earthquakes.

At the same time, the dome of space was also crumbling. The corridors above the atmosphere shook violently, as fluffy mystical patterns and ancient words of the empire trembled together, letting out angry roars, glancing toward the outside world as if awakening.

If the Elf Clan Elder could see the scenes outside the world, he would be extremely terrified to find that the Mother Earth he worshipped was desperately screaming, as if facing a terror greater than death, fighting to return to the material world.

The black blood was the crushed flesh and blood forced out of her when she tried to push herself into the Golden Sea, like cows and sheep being pressed into a meat grinder.

Some authority belonging to the Calamity God, using the flesh and blood of the divine as a vessel, crossed the protection of the Golden Sea, spreading in this material world, rapidly taking root and eroding, slowly piecing together its true form.

The old man looked madly at the still-sleeping Loco Flavetrica, while the other tribe elders, equally lost in spirit, danced and sang, completely ignoring the collapsing ancient hall and the wooden huts breaking apart like scattered stones, laughing together.

"Hahaha, the divine has seen me, I heard Its voice. It is a whisper more powerful than singing, a sign of beloved prophecy!"

"Indeed, the Second Princess is the best vessel. The power of Mother Earth is growing stronger, and It is celebrating!"

"I can feel it, the presence of the divine is becoming more intense, as if giving me a caring embrace. What… what a great blessing?!"

—It’s so noisy.

This is the first reaction after "Loco Flavetrica" became aware.

Kirimi Miyuki opened her eyes in confusion and sat up from the center of the magic circle. She saw several old men bouncing around like they were performing a ritual, feeling the unparalleled magic power within her body, and she felt very puzzled.

How strange, weren’t the beginner training sessions supposed to be super safe? Why is my head buzzing as soon as I entered, and why are there several seemingly crazy old men dancing around me?

And what about this black blood in the sky, the strong disaster aura? Are we already in a disaster defense battle?

Little Sakura’s head hurt a lot. Not only did she have to process the memories of Historical Echoes, but she also had to understand the current complicated situation, while dealing with the feeling of being transformed into a sacrifice. Her thoughts were a complete mess.

But there is also some good news.

Although the magic here is different from the magic held by magical girls, and not completely applicable, the magic essence that has not yet been refined, which is the energy particles of this world, is the best supplement.

At this moment, the magic essence of the people who died from the surprise attack in the Elven Temple was repeatedly purified by the magic circle and poured into the Cocoon of the Heart like a tsunami, catalyzing growth with incredible speed.

In just three breaths, the amount of magic energy, which was initially low, has multiplied more than ten times, raising its quality from a Cup to a Pool level.

At this point, the magic energy with infinite possibilities officially settled, starting to shape itself according to her thoughts, wishes, emotions, past life experiences, and the potential of her soul.

This process was astonishingly fast, much faster than for ordinary people.

Because…

In Kirimi Miyuki’s heart, there is no confusion about the future; she has a dream she will never give up, no matter what happens, and an unwavering will to walk down her chosen path.

This determination, this obsession, this courage… all became the best fuel at this moment, working with the blessing to let the magic energy transform quickly, absorbing nourishment with greater efficiency, and infusing the Cocoon of the Heart.

In the process, there were naturally many obstacles.

The elders who were led astray and driven mad did not come to help the Second Princess; the magic circle restricted her movements and the magic essence inside her body, while also stuffing her with fragments of Mother Earth’s power, a lot of disaster aura, and the souls of other spirits.

The goal was to shatter her soul and reshape it into a living shell suitable for Mother Earth.

Fortunately, the all-powerful Tempering of the Heart sparkled brilliantly, viewing everything outside the magic essence as material for forging, and hurled the Disaster Debris weapon—Shadow Cutting—straight into her soul, starting a new forging process and temporarily avoiding the effects.

Even if it was just a temporary measure, it bought precious time.

Kirimi Miyuki realized the seriousness of the situation; she did not want to be out before even starting, as that would be too embarrassing for a New Game Plus player.

Moreover, this was a great opportunity; she wanted to take advantage of this situation to catch up with Charlotte and get a little closer to Little Qing!

The girl’s pink lips curled up; she ignored the pain as her body was about to burst, and with the self-control of the Perfect Interpretation Method, transformed the magic circle into a Dazzling Stage, viewing the pitch-black blood rain as fans waving glowing sticks.

At that moment, even the faint cries of Mother Earth and the rumbling disasters erupting nearby twisted in her ears into a rhythmical dance tune with lively beats and an exciting style.

"I want to become an idol."

"Even in a world filled with magic, disaster beasts, alchemy, and gods, I want to be an idol who can sing freely on stage."

"So, I must treat all the strange and magical difficulties as small setbacks to overcome on my way to the stage."

"In other words, facing sacrifices from followers, confronting disaster invasions, and witnessing the extermination of spirits are challenges that must be overcome, just like dealing with a malfunctioning earpiece!"

Kirimi Miyuki’s heart became clearer, her soul shining brightly. The [Cocoon of the Heart] was absorbing magic at a terrifying rate, and her burning will began to influence reality, the purple of her irises, which represented the spirit royalty, faded to a beautiful cherry pink.

The yet-to-hatch Patronus Magic—[Perfect Rule]—was evolving into incredible idol power, producing a captivating stage aura that drew the audience’s attention, even without music and performance, creating swirling cherry blossom petals.

This was so extraordinary that it spread for miles around, a grand light drowning out the gloomy atmosphere brought by the disaster aura, like the beautiful scenery of early spring, stretching out with twisted and unstable beams of light.

In the center, there was a warm beam of light soaring like a sharp blade into the sky.

Not only did the elders around look on, but even the spirits, who were in pain and being distorted, seemed to momentarily see their past stage in a daze, halting their transformation with confused expressions.

What a coincidence,

Among this unfortunate group of fairies, there were a few magical girls who had come to the training together. As soon as they entered, they were attacked by a disaster aura and quickly put on their Magic Armor to defend themselves, unsure of what to do, witnessing an incredibly spectacular scene.

The "Second Princess," standing in the center of the sanctuary, surrounded by schemes and seen as a sacrifice, seemed to be showing them that there was no need to use magic against magic.

An idol should fight in an idol’s way.

It looked like a shining pillar of cherry blossoms reaching towards the sky, absolutely stunning!

The Elf Clan Elder looked in confusion at the unfamiliar "Second Princess" and angrily exclaimed:

"What a grave! What an immense! What an unforgivable sin! How dare you disrespect the gifts of Mother Earth and refuse to accept your fate as a living shell?"

"Loco Flavetrica, you have rejected the only path to the Divine Kingdom, so foolish!"

"The Holy Lance of Mother Earth will bring you the same fate as your mother!"

"I must…"

The girl ignored the noise around her. The stage around her, like an unreasonable place, pushed outward like a steel wall at the speed of sound, hitting the elders far away who had not finished speaking.

"How rude! How can the idol be interrupted by outside factors when performing on stage?"

The stage rules built with the [Perfect Rule], at the moment when the purity of obsession reached its peak, created a result that interfered with reality.

At the same time, the [Cocoon of the Heart] was finally completed.

Kirimi Miyuki looked down and smiled, her hair tips turned a beautiful cherry pink, and she whispered softly:

"My Flower of the Soul, even if it hasn’t bloomed, is already fated."

At this point, the world where the soul resided was drowned in blankness.

The fully filled [Cocoon of the Heart], with a life’s vision as its anchor point, bloomed into the shape of a flower amid the continuous supply of abundant magic essence.

Just then, the tender green branches sprouted, red flower buds were born, and the blooming flowers changed to cherry red, cherry pink, soft pink, and pure white. The flowers and leaves bloomed together, creating a beautiful scene.

– Matsumoyuki Sakura.

This is a very beautiful variety of late cherry blossoms that only bloom in early April. Compared to her name, which symbolizes March, Miyuki may seem a bit out of season, but it truly represents her challenging and winding idol career.

Even if it blooms a little late, it still pays tribute to all the hard work in the past and blossoms with beauty that is no less than other cherry blossoms.

Flower language: passion, purity, hope, happiness, love.

Kirimi Miyuki did not hesitate; she made her one and only wish of "Fully Blooming."

"I hope the person I love can find happiness."

As her words fell away, the blessings of the flower language whispered in her ears.

The Patronus Magic, still in its early form, was fully completed at that moment, forming a perfect power, and the expanded magical pool was once again filled.

The girl stood in the center of the weather, her diamond-like eyes filled with sharpness. Her flowing black hair resembled cherry blossoms in spring, fading from red to pink. Magical threads covered her body, weaving a light and airy outfit.

Unlike yesterday’s idol-style performance clothes, her thoughts shifted under the crisis, giving the Magic Armor a new look, like the kimono of a sword-wielding shrine maiden.

Kirimi Miyuki glanced at the elder in the distance and the increasingly terrifying crack in the sky, her memories from "Fully Blooming" becoming clearer.

The vast experience transformed into a deep understanding of blessings and control over the current situation.

The girl realized that relying only on the newly formed and undeveloped [Perfect Rule] would never solve the current problem.

Therefore, she needed to add [Tempering of the Heart].

With her thoughts settled, she took the Shadow Cutting, the sword tied to souls and fragments of power, into her hands.

"I need a single strike that can cut through the sky."

Kirimi Miyuki lowered her gaze to the sword, her delicate fingers brushing against the cold metal, as she recalled the feel, shape, temperament, power, and aura of Ame no Habakiri from her memories, along with the myths and beliefs tied to it.

The silent caress felt like the strike of a hammer, as if the burning of a furnace made the Shadow Cutting in hand continue to emit a trembling sword song, beginning to transform in an amazing way.

The power from the blessing paid a great cost in magic, forging the bones, veins, blood, and soul of the Mythical Armament based on imagination…

This process was very slow, yet also very fast.

Because the pine moon cherry blooming in the soul, assisted by the Perfect Rule, forged this concept while also devouring the flowing magic entering the body, like a dual-core engine, recreating past successes.

At this moment, the elders in the distance were filled with anger; they joined hands to create overlapping spells, like flames burning in succession, drawing magic essence from the air, unleashing a giant Holy Lance powerful enough to destroy towns.

The crystal branch from Mother Earth served as the center of the magic, acting as an unstoppable spear, which with a thunderous bang, shattered the transparent city walls built by the Perfect Rule, barreling toward the person in the center of the magic circle.

Yet, as the Holy Lance engulfed the atmospheric light beams, to let the dark clouds cover the earth again, the results of the [Tempering of the Heart] and [Perfect Rule] finally emerged.

Even if it was only for a breath,

The Mythical Armament that had shattered concepts seemed to return to hand.

The shrine maiden remembered as she listened to the trembling roar of Ame no Habakiri, her fingertips gently tapping the sword’s spine.

In that instant, the endless ringing sound merged into one, creating a grand sword cry that turned into a cold light, filling the view.

Therefore, the Holy Lance was turned to dust.

The divine flesh trapped in the crack above also vanished in the overwhelming sword energy, allowing the Golden Law to complete the gap.