paranoianovel Chapter 10 Divine Blessing
Chapter 10 Divine Blessing
Jiang Yun lost her synesthetic perception, feeling like a real fetus, only able to stay in her mother's womb, using her underdeveloped ears to vaguely capture sounds from the outside world through the amniotic fluid.
"……grandmother."
It was Ling Jiu, her voice carrying the reservedness typical of a child facing an elder.
Then came a soft laugh.
It was very light, yet strangely it pierced through all barriers, resonating directly in her consciousness. Jiang Yun tried hard to discern the timbre of the voice—was it the clear tone of a young girl? Or the gentle warmth of an elder? Or perhaps the ethereal quality of a deity?
He couldn't distinguish it; there was no specific timbre at all.
"Why are you so afraid of Grandma?"
The voice, tinged with laughter, asked, "Where did that mischievous child who used to snuggle in my arms and act spoiled go?"
Ling Jiu seemed to choke on her words, and after a long while, she muttered softly, "That...that was so long ago..."
"It won't be long for me."
"..." Ling Jiu didn't speak.
Daojun's voice sounded somewhat helpless, but he naturally turned to something else, "Oh, cola, a human drink, I haven't had it in a long time, let me try it."
"You, you've lived for 130,000 years, that can't be long..."
Ling Jiu's voice relaxed, followed by the sound of a can being pulled open and a satisfied sigh:
"Our human beverages are definitely the most flavorful, much better than those Starry Sky Elixir from the multiverse!"
Jiang Yun curled up in the warm amniotic fluid, listening intently.
His divine calculations remained silent, and the connection between mother and son was extremely weak, as if the signal had been unintentionally suppressed by some higher being.
At this moment, he was just an ordinary fetus, only able to catch fragmented conversations from the outside world with his underdeveloped hearing.
"Don't listen to your old-fashioned dad."
Daojun's voice rang out again, as casually as if he were discussing the weather.
"A guy who's not even 40,000 years old is more feudal than me, a guy who's 130,000 years old. He's getting more and more backward as he gets older."
"I..." Ling Jiu's voice was still very soft.
"If you want to study literature, then study literature; if you want to study martial arts, then study martial arts. If you get tired of both, then go back to the Ling Clan's main family, or just choose any path and quickly cultivate to the Hidden Spirit Realm, then come with me to the outer starry sky for a few years."
Daojun's tone was as relaxed as if they were discussing a vacation destination, "You're still young, you have plenty of time to try and fail. What are you afraid of?"
"Okay, okay, Grandma," Lingjiu replied, her voice seeming to relax a little.
Jiang Yun nodded silently in his mind. This great-grandmother's philosophy of life was indeed consistent with her system of "Five Paths, Five Followers, and the Profound Understanding of All Trades": inclusive, open, and encouraging exploration.
This gave him more peace of mind about his future living environment.
After a brief silence, Daojun's voice rang out again, this time with a more serious tone:
"Oh, by the way, this is my best friend of many years." She seemed to be pointing to the person beside her. "Let Him take a look and give you and the baby a blessing, okay?"
"Okay." Ling Jiu agreed quickly, almost without hesitation.
Jiang Yun's heart jumped.
This was his most panicked moment. He knew he would face this day sooner or later, but he didn't expect it to come so soon.
It's only been three days, and the Supreme Being has already noticed something's wrong. They even personally brought their best friend to investigate. The cheater still has no backbone and is pretending to be dead!
Where is the Transmigrator Management Bureau? Please help!
At this moment, he could only pin his hopes on the blessings of fate and merit in the "Reincarnation Realm," which led to his consciousness in two lifetimes, and on the conceptual causality he gained through the grace of reincarnation, so that he would not be judged as a heretic by the supreme being of this world.
"What beautiful butterflies!"
He heard Ling Jiu shout something.
The next second—
gold.
He could no longer feel his hands and feet, nor the warmth of the amniotic fluid. Everything he could perceive was covered by a warm, vast, yet extremely precise golden data stream.
[Divine Strategist] remained unresponsive. It did not disappear, but rather, like a tiger cub spotting a lion, it nimbly compressed its presence to almost nothingness, completely concealing itself.
As expected of a friend of the strongest... It seems my cheat isn't omnipotent after all.
Jiang Yun had this thought on a purely conscious level.
Then, he heard a sound.
It was a voice that resonated directly in one's soul. The voice was playful and light, yet it sounded somewhat artificial. If I had to describe it, it was like the voices of characters in an AI comic book from a past life—they seemed to have expressions, but they were also very formulaic.
"It really isn't an innate Dao body."
The voice carried the excitement of discovering a new toy.
"It's a conceptual level of causality... Interesting. I can't see it clearly, I can't see it clearly. Not to mention Niannian, even I can't see what kind of concept it is... Oh well, it's not some old thing parasitizing it, but rather an overpowered cheat. Hmm, a human genius, I need to hurry up and invest in him."
Niannian? Jiang Yun keenly caught the name. Was it Daojun's nickname?
This close friend undoubtedly discovered the conceptual causality within him, but chose to respect it, speaking in a relaxed tone as if she were assessing a potential stock.
What other investments are needed?
The next moment, the boundless golden light began to contract and condense, transforming from the background that filled the world into a golden thread containing infinite mysteries. Ignoring all obstacles of matter and energy, it converged towards a certain point in the core of his consciousness and finally drilled into his brow.
It was as if a drop of ink, concentrated from the entire galaxy, had been poured into this small puddle of his consciousness, instantly spreading outwards.
"Hmm, let me see... Observation, Perception, Seduction, Deception, Light, Flame, Randomly select one talent... Which law imprint should I choose?"
The voice continued to echo deep within the soul, carrying a contradictory sense of rigor mixed with casualness, "Wait a moment, little baby, let me do a compatibility analysis, let me calculate first."
There was a brief pause, a moment of complete silence, but this torment quickly passed, and the sound resumed.
"Hmm, I feel like he'll be a very good strategist and planner in the future. He's definitely better suited to manipulating people's hearts. I'll go with this one."
Jiang Yun suddenly heard Him utter a passage of obscure and beautiful language in an epic chanting tone:
"I bequeath the sight that walks between,
(I bequeath to you the vision that walks through the cracks.)
A gift to wield where illusion blooms and wills convene,
(This gift is for you, held in the place where dreams blossom and wishes converge.)
To guide the multitude yet unseen.」
(To guide those unseen beings.)
The moment the words fell—
itch.
Something has grown inside my head.
It was an intense itch emanating from deep within his eyes, as if a completely new life structure was frantically building and reorganizing within his still-developing eyeballs and optic nerves.
He instinctively tried to close his eyes, but found that he had no eyelids to control, since his eyes were not fully developed yet.
At this moment, his eyes had actually developed before his ears and his brain!
He felt his eyeballs tremble slightly in the amniotic fluid, and a cool yet powerful will etched incomprehensible patterns of law within them.
Then--
He opened his eyes.
It wasn't through the empathy of a mother and child, nor through Lingjiu's perspective.
But it was he, Jiang Yun, who, for the first time, truly saw everything with his own eyes.
The first thing I saw was a butterfly.
A butterfly, its entire body shimmering with a liquid gold-like luster, so beautiful it was almost ethereal, hovered before him. Its wings fluttered slowly, scattering tiny specks of light like stardust. Its compound eyes were fixed on him, their gaze filled with pure curiosity and scrutiny.
This is... my great-grandmother's best friend?
Why is it an insect?
But he felt no fear; instead, he truly became a child, unaware of danger or his own kind, filled only with instinctive curiosity about everything. He subconsciously opened his toothless mouth, revealing an innocent smile, and instinctively reached out to touch His wings.
Seeing this, the other party, in a very anthropomorphic way, lifted its tail fin with a pair of segmented limbs as if lifting a skirt, and then bowed slightly. He could sense a hint of mimicry in those compound eyes.
"It is an honor to be the first being you have met in this world. My name is Ino Carecia. I hope you will like my gift, the 'Eye of the Butterfly Goddess'."
He said.