"I-"
My reality is constantly being snatched away, and even now, a lot of information is flowing into my brain. Although human survival depends on snatching, I am crazier than others. Zepia is right, from this perspective, I am indeed his kind.
"I-"
This is my essence. I realized this reality very early, but I just kept avoiding it. Zepia became a vampire and became "Valachia Night", but what about me
"I-"
Will I follow his path? Will I really become a vampire? Will I become a disaster
"I-"
Do I really hate sucking blood
Just as Shion was in a state of confusion again, Orange spoke again.
"Don't think too much, and don't need to calculate. High-speed thinking and segmented thinking are unnecessary. Only by completely abandoning rationality and relying on emotion to get the answer that truly belongs to your 'self';."
A theory that was incompatible with Atlas's environment, an approach that was completely contrary to her own cognition - this option was impossible, but it made Shion so excited.
High-speed thinking stops.
Split thinking number one to seven are all closed.
No rationality is needed, just rely on emotion.
Ask yourself.
Do I really hate sucking blood
The answer—surprisingly simple.
I hate blood sucking!
Not only does he hate sucking blood, he also hates himself. He hates himself for constantly stealing information, and he hates this greedy body even more. He cannot survive without stealing human blood!
Hate hate hate hate hate!
"It's pretty obvious, isn't it?"
Smoke rings escaped from Orange's lips and drifted in the air, like the fog in Shion's heart.
"Hate is hate, and there is often no reason, because humans are such strange creatures. This is the so-called human nature, the so-called self. With the self, even if you and Zepia have the same essence, you are different individuals and have different futures - so it's time to wake up, confused girl."
"Yeah, time to wake up."
Numbers one through seven think about zone recovery.
The repetitive voice in my mind became weaker and weaker and gradually turned into noise. This was actually the correct way to treat external intelligence. It was only because of my weakness that I gave the noise an opportunity to take advantage of it.
When I admit my weakness and recognize myself correctly, this noise will become just pure noise. I, Shion Eltram Atlassia, am not shameful enough to be dominated by something like that.
My own weakness is a fact I have long known, but even so, I must learn to be strong, in order not to make myself more disgusting, and to say goodbye to my weak self.
"Ether Light Weave" is connected, targeting your own body, and repair begins!
The hands and feet pierced by lightning were stitched and repaired at an astonishing speed, and finally restored to their original state, which made Shinji stunned.
"Oh, 'Aether Light Weaving'; is there such a use for it?"
"Because 'Aether Lightweave' was originally developed as a medical alchemy to simulate nerves, and later evolved into a tool to interfere with thoughts and reality."
More and more threads invisible to the naked eye gathered, first the flesh, then the torn clothes.
"Indeed, even humans can be perfectly replicated, so repairing the body and clothes is nothing at all - have you finally regained your sanity? Shion Eltram Atlasia."
"Please correct your statement, Matou Shinji." Shion jumped up from the ground with a hunchback. "Although you are dominated by the urge to suck blood, it does not mean that you have lost your mind. The brain of an alchemist is not something that a magus like you can understand."
Shinji touched his nose awkwardly at the barbed words:
"Hehe, I'm disliked. Of course, it's natural that I'll be disliked for using this method. However, even if you dislike me, I still have to say it. Miss Shion, Zepia's legacy not only involves the issue of vampirism, but also involves the truth about the madness of the successive deans of Atlas. I have to be cautious. Are you ready to accept all this?"
"Of course, don't underestimate me, I am the heir of Eltram."
The alchemist who knows himself has shown unprecedented vigor, and the strong sense of self-confidence that he exudes all the time is eye-opening.
"Great determination and momentum, but I have to be frank. If you do not escape the fate of the previous deans of Atlas and eventually fall into madness and become like Zepia, I will kill you with methods that are beyond your calculation and analysis."
The method Shinji mentioned is the blood that survived the cleansing of the national treasure. That was the blood that Shion had lost to Zepia three years ago. It was also the "human life" that originally belonged to Shion. If it is not interfered with, it will rely on "Tatari" to evolve into the "Sand of Osiris".
With this, even if Shion really gets out of control, Shinji is not afraid. At worst, he can create another "Shion" to do something to himself - the reward left by Zepia includes a part about this.
Shion was unaware of the thoughts that were wrapped in the spirit particle barrier, and she responded with full confidence.
"When that day comes, I will be prepared and neither you nor the True Ancestor will stand a chance."
"I'll wait and see." Shinji's expression remained unchanged. He stretched out his hand and a crystal droplet made of spirit particles floated in the air. "Take it. This is the legacy Zepia left for you. I hope you can take a different path."
"I did receive this inheritance."
With Ziyuan's five fingers, the "etheric light weave" crisscrossed and woven, finally forming a "light cocoon" that tightly wrapped the crystal of inheritance.
"Ms. Orange, I need a quiet room to digest the information."
"Come with me."
Orange gave Shinji a look that said "let's talk about this later" and reached out to push open a side door.
After the two left, Shinji first walked silently to the window and let out a long breath.
"It's finally over. This riot and the future riots are over. The next step is to find a way to let Shion stay in Japan. I hope that the relationship between Liz Baife and Shion can overwhelm their duties and not cause any unpleasant things... I almost forgot, I have to report to Lorelaia. This time the riot is a bit big. Ah, my low-key plan."
As he said this, Shinji took out the satellite phone he carried with him from his pocket and dialed the special line secretly prepared by the Law and Politics Department.
"Miss, it's me."
"No, no, I'm not in India now, I'm in Japan."
"You gave me a mission, didn't you? I found the target, but someone from the church got there first."
"I thought so too, so I asked the church to record a video with Miss Shion."
"I have some good news for you. Don't be surprised when you hear it."
"I—killed a 'Twenty-Seventh Ancestor';."
"Hey, miss, are you listening?"
...
Loreleija is destined to suffer from insomnia tonight.