The Grotesque Miss’s End Story v3c98p2

Chapter 98: Disappearance p2

“The Xuanyuan clan.”

They arrived quickly, because the Doomsday Messengers hadn’t been completely defeated yet, still possessing considerable remaining power.

A complex look, mixed with a hint of nostalgia, flashed across Xuanyuan E’s face.

But she didn’t intend to stay here and wait for the Xuanyuan clan to discover her.

Xuanyuan E knew that her mission wasn’t complete yet. Even if she had to face judgment, it shouldn’t be now, at least not before Miss Luo Ling gave the order.

Without a word, she opened a portal to Starry Victoria—before coming here to face Chou Ke, Luo Ling had already granted her access, anticipating her own potential demise.

A flash of white light, and the two petite figures instantly vanished.

Moments later, the Xuanyuan clan’s forces finally arrived, not Xuanyuan Mu Yan’s void battleship fleet, but the Xuanyuan Guards.

They investigated and recorded the surroundings, first puzzled by the restored Victoria Boundary, then quickly discovering the deep crater in the center of the battlefield. After a brief investigation, they finally entered it.

“This sword… seems to be made using the Xuanyuan clan’s ancient sword-forging technique? Who is it?”

“And it’s clearly a funeral, but there’s no body… could it be that traitor, Yin Ke?”

“……”

The tense investigation continued, and information was quickly sent back to the Xuanyuan clan headquarters.

……

A dreamless slumber.

Perhaps because of her recent experiences in various dreams, Luo Ling’s mind was filled with fragmented and complex information, so much so that in this exhausted slumber, she didn’t even dream.

When she groggily opened her eyes, she thought she was still on the battlefield, subconsciously reaching out, wanting to cling to Xuanyuan E’s back, but grasping only air.

Only after her vision cleared and she saw the familiar ceiling above did Luo Ling realize that she had returned home.

“Hiss…”

Luo Ling sat up, holding her slightly aching head, rubbing her temples for a while before finally recovering.

The information Chou Ke sent her in his final moments was truly vast, after all, it was his life’s work, not just the “preserving civilization” plan.

There was even Chou Ke’s signature ability, “Myriad Avatars.”

Luo Ling briefly examined this ability. Although she could also create flesh puppets, those were created using Puppet Ballad and Blood Lord, not true avatars, but puppets.

Chou Ke’s Myriad Avatars used the power of Transcendence to create real people.

These avatars had past experiences, their own personalities, their own hobbies. Besides being avatars, they were just like real humans.

No ability, including This Life and Other Shore, could detect any flaws.

However, Chou Ke seemed to rarely use Myriad Avatars to its full potential, only creating simple avatars, which reduced their realism.

Since it involved the Transcendence path, Luo Ling could indeed master it, but her understanding of Transcendence was still limited. Truly using this ability would require considerable effort.

Besides this, Chou Ke also possessed a pirated version of the Devour Authority. Luo Ling briefly tried it and quickly mastered it.

Compared to the original, the pirated Devour was much weaker, only able to devour, not utilize.

Of course, it also had an advantage. Luo Ling, when using the pirated Devour, wouldn’t be pushed closer to Doomsday like with the original, meaning it wouldn’t trigger her demonic transformation.

“It’s still useful occasionally,” Luo Ling thought.

Chou Ke’s legacy was incredibly rich, not just his abilities, but also the method of creating “tombstones,” the Doomsday branch stations, information about the Mysterious Tomb, and so on.

It would take Luo Ling a while to fully process it all. Just briefly studying the abilities took her several hours.

Just then, a knock came from the door.

Luo Ling temporarily stopped studying Chou Ke’s legacy, looked up, and said, “Come in.”

“Yes.”

It was Xuanyuan E’s voice.

The wooden door opened with a creak.

The white-haired girl strode in, carrying a bowl of porridge with a few eggs in it.

She placed a small table on Luo Ling’s bed, put the porridge on it, then pulled a chair over and sat down, looking at Luo Ling with a smile.

“Miss Luo Ling, eat up.”

Luo Ling stared blankly at Xuanyuan E’s swift movements, then came to her senses, pointing at the porridge and eggs in shock.

“This… you made this?”

“Don’t you like it?” Xuanyuan E looked puzzled. “I asked Sister Su Wan. You used to eat this every day for school, right?”

Sister… Su Wan?

Luo Ling blinked. Didn’t her sister always say she wasn’t even thirty yet? Xuanyuan E was at least a thousand years old!

Well, if they counted by Puppet Ballad’s age, her sister could indeed be called “Sister” by Xuanyuan E.

However…

“I did eat it every day,” Luo Ling nodded, then hesitated, “It doesn’t mean I like it…”

“Should I change it?”

Xuanyuan E stood up, about to take the porridge away.

“No need, just something to fill my stomach. I’m… not very hungry anyway.”

Luo Ling shook her head and took a few sips.

Actually, at Luo Ling’s current level, eating was just a habit, not a necessity.

“How long have I been asleep?”

Luo Ling asked casually as she ate.

“Almost thirteen days,” Xuanyuan E answered, “To be precise, from the moment you fell asleep until I came to this room, it’s been twelve days, twenty-one hours, fifty-six minutes, and forty-seven seconds.”

“…There’s no need to be so precise.”

Luo Ling’s hand holding the bowl trembled slightly.

“But how did you know I would wake up today?”

“I didn’t know.” Xuanyuan E shook her head.

“But…”

Luo Ling pointed at the porridge, suddenly realizing something.

“Did you… make porridge and bring it here every day?”

“Yes,” Xuanyuan E nodded slightly, “To be precise, four meals a day, including a late-night snack.

I thought, since you maintained an ordinary person’s lifestyle until last year, you probably haven’t completely abandoned the habit of eating, and you might be uncomfortable after waking up.”

“…Thank you for your trouble.”

Luo Ling put down the bowl, feeling a strange heaviness…

So, two weeks had passed?

In Luo Ling’s perception, she was just sending Chou Ke off a moment ago, and after a brief trance, she was already home.

It seemed… she was truly exhausted.

“What’s the current situation?”

Luo Ling composed herself and asked.

“Currently…”

Xuanyuan E carefully recounted everything that happened in the past two weeks.

After Chou Ke’s death, the Doomsday Messengers completely fell apart. Although, thanks to the difficulty of entering the void, many Relay Horses and Carrier Pigeons escaped, they basically lost their organizational structure.

The Doomsday Messengers had become history.

Unfortunately, the territories previously eroded by Doomsday suffered irreversible damage. Even without the Doomsday Messengers, nothingness was still slowly spreading.

For Luo Ling, this wasn’t a problem. As long as she was willing to intervene, she could restore these territories.

But now…

There was no need.

The reason Luo Ling restored them before was to force Chou Ke into a direct confrontation. Now that her goal was achieved, wasting more energy on reclaiming these territories was pointless.

Moreover, although the annihilated territories could be restored, everything lost within them couldn’t be brought back.

Besides, what was more important now was…

“Where’s Zi Ke?”

Luo Ling asked in a deep voice.

She inherited Chou Ke’s memories and naturally knew that Zi Ke disappeared after the plan began.

He hadn’t reappeared even after the Doomsday Messengers completely fell apart?

Luo Ling sensed a faint danger.

Zi Ke’s reincarnation technique made him incredibly difficult to find, unless he revealed himself.

Such a dangerous time bomb that could appear at any moment was truly unsettling.

Xuanyuan E shook her head and said, “No news.”

“…What about the Mysterious Tomb?” Luo Ling thought for a moment and asked, “Have you been there?”

The Doomsday Messengers’ headquarters was now under Luo Ling’s control, at least partially, and she could sense that there was no presence there. Zi Ke wasn’t there.

In that case, the Mysterious Tomb, as another important base of the Doomsday Messengers, coupled with the secrets hidden within, was a possible hiding place for Zi Ke.

“No, before this war began, I already erased my imprint there. Unless I reach the Mysterious Tomb through the void and leave a new imprint, I can’t enter,” Xuanyuan E answered.

“I see…”

Luo Ling nodded thoughtfully.

Until now, the Mysterious Tomb wasn’t completely controlled by the Doomsday Messengers. Although Chou Ke left all his legacy to Luo Ling, the imprint for the Mysterious Tomb required Luo Ling to leave it herself to freely enter and exit.

This was the Mysterious Tomb’s own rule, not imposed by the Doomsday Messengers.

“However, Mao Ke is back. She should still have an imprint,” Xuanyuan E said.

“Oh right, I almost forgot about Mao Ke.”

Luo Ling slapped her forehead. Although Mao Ke, as a Doomsday Messenger, died in the Xi He Palace territory, her true body was Puppet Ballad’s puppet. Without Su Wan’s permission, she couldn’t even die.

After her puppet body perished, her consciousness should have returned to her sister.

“Where is she now?”

“Probably still in the Divine Kingdom… I’ll call her over.”

Xuanyuan E took out a small sword, held it between two fingers, and with a wave, the sword turned transparent and flew towards an unknown location.

Within moments, Luo Ling heard a sharp scream not far away.

“Ow, ow, ow, ow…”

After a series of pained cries and hurried footsteps, the slightly ajar wooden door was pushed open again.

A black-haired… girl, or perhaps a child, about Elsa’s age, appeared at the door.

Holding her head, a melting small sword stuck in her forehead, she grimaced and said, “My dear Sister E, couldn’t you just… call?”

“…Sorry, I forgot your consciousness is weak now and can’t withstand the sword anchor.”

Xuanyuan E looked slightly embarrassed. She truly didn’t do it on purpose. Having stayed in the void for so long, this was her usual way of contacting other Messengers.

Mao Ke rubbed her forehead in pain, then saw Luo Ling’s strange expression and waved.

“Oh, Miss Luo Ling, you’re finally awake!”

“…Mao Ke, your current appearance… did my sister create it?” Luo Ling asked. “Or…”

“Uh-huh, uh-huh.”

Mao Ke nodded, then reacted and quickly said, “Don’t misunderstand, I don’t want to be a little girl, but Master Su Wan… how should I put it, she seems to have a preference for this…”

Clearly, Mao Ke had already met Delusion.

“Is that so?”

Luo Ling stroked her chin. Why didn’t she have any impression of her sister’s preferences?

“Mao Ke, can you still contact the Mysterious Tomb?”

Xuanyuan E interrupted timely, steering the conversation back on track.

“Let me see…”

Mao Ke sensed carefully and said, “It seems I still can, but the connection is weak, perhaps because my current state is too poor.”

Although Mao Ke was revived, the price was that all her previous power was gone.

Her current body was entirely a puppet of Puppet Ballad, and any strength she had was bestowed by Su Wan.

However, Mao Ke’s current consciousness was too weak to handle stronger power and would take time to recover.

“As long as you can,” Luo Ling said, getting out of bed and placing her hand on Mao Ke’s shoulder, “Lend me your body.”