Apocalypse: Reborn with a Soul Sync Farming Space System-Chapter 41 One More Chance

The yin-yang necklace resting against Laurel’s collarbone pulsed with a sudden light. A voice echoed from the necklace, like it had been stored in it for a long time.

"Within black there is white; within white there is black. When yin reaches its extreme yang is born.

When yang reaches its extreme yin is born.

Extreme softness becomes weakness.

Extreme cruelty breeds destruction.

Balance is the only path forward."

The voice carried the calm authority of an ancient Taoist, as if he were standing before them rather than sealed within the necklace.

Then the glow on the necklace disappeared.

Ling Xuan’s eyes darkened as her hands tightened into a fist. "What does that mean?"

Luo stepped out from behind the wall, clasping its little hands together. "It means you must not try to change the other host to be like you. Yin-yang is the coexistence of good and bad, hot and cold, but they never try to change the other counterparts... rather they learn to respect their boundaries and protect each other in their own way.

Soul Sync System is a yin-yang system, and it only connects hosts who are opposite in nature."

Laurel walked forward. "So... I am yin," she said quietly. "And Ling Xuan is yang."

Ling Xuan shook her head. "I don’t care about what you say. I just know I can’t work with her."

Luo stepped forward. "Master Ling Xuan, even cold can be cool, but it can also be as deadly as fire."

Ling Xuan studied Laurel’s expression. "I wonder if you can be considered cold."

[Warning: Host divergence exceeding safe threshold.]

"What do you want?" Laurel asked.

A glint flashed through Ling Xuan’s eyes. "I want a worthy partner..." She paused. "But since you are soft and I can’t change you, I’ll take you as my disciple."

"Disciple?" Laurel frowned. How could they go from being partners to being Master and Disciple? That meant Ling Xuan would be in charge of everything and she couldn’t voice her choice. She had to follow Ling Xuan’s step.

Laurel chuckled. "I should have known this was your plan all along. You never saw me as a partner, all you wanted was to be the leader and the only one who gets to decide."

Laurel wiped her tears off, it was pointless crying.

Ling Xuan’s expression remained aloof. ’At least she is not too dense. If she can see through my plans, she is not as dumb as I thought.’

"Your answer?" Ling Xuan asked.

"No," Laurel replied without wavering.

Their gaze locked in a stare for a second too long. Almost as if they were waiting for who would back down first.

Luo kept looking at both sides, its teeth clattering. The tension was heavy and

Ling Xuan broke the silence. "I’ll give you one more chance," she said calmly. "Whatever concerns our survival and the system must be discussed between both of us," she added.

Laurel let out a breath she never knew she was holding. Her knees wobbled a bit.

Ling Xuan broke eye contact and turned her back to Laurel. "Your training starts tomorrow."

"I never agreed..."

"It wasn’t a request." Ling Xuan cut in.

Laurel tightened her fist. "We will talk about this next time. I need to prepare Chris’s medication."

Without waiting for Ling Xuan’s response she stepped out of the space.

Laurel exhaled shakily, all the while she had been in Ling Xuan’s presence it felt like a mountain of aura was pressing on her shoulders.

She ran a hand through her hair as she immediately went to prepare Chris’s medicine, he would arrive anytime soon.

....

The doorbell rang just as Laurel finished checking the last package of medicine she had prepared.

She opened the door to see Chris standing there, with his coat slung casually over one arm, but she could see the tension in his shoulders.

"Come in," she said, stepping aside.

"Thank you," he replied, his expression blank.

Laurel sighed, setting the medical kit on the table. "Sit."

He raised an eyebrow but obeyed, settling onto the couch with a faint groan. Laurel knelt in front of him, placing her fingers lightly on his wrist. "You’ve been pushing yourself again."

"Work," he muttered.

Laurel remained quiet, her hands moved to the roll of needles. "Lie back," she said firmly.

Laurel sterilized the needles with swift movements, her earlier tension fading as muscle memory took over. One by one, she inserted the needles along his arms and collarbone, then lower near his ribs. Her movements were steady, controlled.

Chris exhaled slowly as a faint warmth spread through his chest, followed by relief.

"...You’re getting better," he said after a moment.

Laurel didn’t look up. "I’m just adjusting the angles."

"That’s not what I meant."

She ignored the comment and moved to the final point near his neck. "Don’t talk for a minute."

Silence settled between them.

After a while, Chris spoke again, quieter. "You asked me about weapons earlier."

Laurel straightened, removing her gloves. "Yes."

"What kind?"

"As much as you can legally and quietly move," she replied without hesitation. "Firearms, ammunition, explosives. Detonators if possible."

Chris studied her face. "Okay."

A faint smile tugged at his lips. "You sound different lately."

She met his gaze. "Is that a problem?"

"No." His eyes sharpened. "It makes me wonder if you are alright."

He sat up slowly as Laurel removed the last needle. His breathing was steadier now, and his pale color improved.

When he noticed Laurel’s unwillingness to talk, he swiftly changed the conversation.

"I’ll have everything delivered to your place tomorrow," Chris said.

"Okay, I’ll send you the address, and the money," Laurel replied, handing the medicine to Chris.

"You don’t have to send the money to me, take it as a gift," Chris said, buttoning up his shirt.

"You don’t..."

"Mrs. Wayne, it is from the goodness of my heart. I owe you more than this." Chris cut in.

"Fine, I’ll accept it," Laurel said with a faint smile.