Stronger with More Jobs-Chapter 500 - 247: Glazed Light City!! (20,000-Word Update 5/5)_2

Chapter 500: Chapter 247: Glazed Light City!! (20,000-Word Update 5/5)_2

"Trust."

Fang Qingyu’s voice carried a hint of laughter, decisive and without a trace of hesitation.

"Why not trust."

Then he withdrew his hand, stood up, and his gaze fell upon the distant mountains beyond the courtyard, outlined vaguely by starlight, as if penetrating through space to see that cold and lifeless far northern land.

"Anyway, when we reach the Arctic..."

The corner of Fang Qingyu’s mouth curled into a slight smile.

"We’ll know the situation then."

After speaking, he no longer looked at Jiang Wei, nor tangled with that massive mystery.

He turned around and directly walked towards his room.

Squeak—

The door opened and then gently closed.

Leaving only Jiang Wei standing alone in the courtyard.

The small silhouette was drawn long under the dim yellow light.

She lifted her small face, looking at the tightly closed door, the pure confusion in her clear eyes slowly replaced by an...

Unbelievable astonishment.

She stood in place, staring blankly for a long time.

Her small brows were still slightly furrowed, as if she hadn’t expected... Fang Qingyu really just left like that?

Without asking any more questions.

Showing not even a hint of doubt or inquiry.

As if her earlier "I don’t know" was an answer that needed no further probing.

The night breeze swept through the courtyard, bringing with it the rustling of grass and trees.

Jiang Wei lowered her head, spread open her small palm.

The stick of the lollipop, snapped into two pieces, lay quietly in her palm.

She looked at it for a few seconds.

Then silently tossed them into the trash can next to her.

Turned around and also walked towards her room.

Only her small silhouette, under the starlight, seemed to stand a bit straighter than usual.

...

Inside the room.

Fang Qingyu did not rest immediately.

Sitting cross-legged on the meditation cushion in the quiet room, his eyes like melted gold shimmered slightly in the dark.

The trust in Jiang Wei was genuine.

But the doubts and thoughts in his heart were also real.

Drought Fiend... Nvba...

This massive mystery was like a heavy leaden weight pressing on his mind.

Yet Fang Qingyu did not fall into unnecessary suspicion and panic because of it.

Instead, he habitually began sorting through the known information, analyzing the points of contradiction within.

First of all, Jiang Wei’s very existence is filled with too much inexplicable strangeness.

"Divine Reincarnation..."

Fang Qingyu silently recited in his heart.

He had consulted a large amount of literature on divine descent and reincarnation in the Divine Management Bureau’s archives.

The most fundamental piece of knowledge being.

Divine reincarnation is exceedingly difficult, one could even say it’s an act against Heaven!

Every reincarnation entails enormous risks and costs.

It requires extremely demanding conditions, special treasures, or unimaginable costs to accomplish.

Moreover, according to all known cases, a god can reincarnate at most once.

This is almost an ironclad rule.

Because each reincarnation comes with an irreversible drain on the divine soul’s origin.

Forcing multiple reincarnations would ultimately lead to the complete disintegration of the soul and the dissipation of consciousness. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

However...

Jiang Wei?

From the occasional words she let slip, and Fang Qingyu’s own observations and judgments.

The number of her reincarnations...

Is definitely more than once!

She is like a soul adrift in reincarnation, repeatedly reborn, struggling to survive under the pursuit of the Life Ghost.

This itself completely defies the iron law of divine reincarnation.

"And her memory..."

Fang Qingyu’s brows furrowed slightly.

This is also a major point of contradiction.

Usually, a divine reincarnate can clearly remember all experiences, knowledge, and even emotions from their past lives.

Because that is essentially the continuation of the divine Will.

But Jiang Wei?

Her memories are fragmented and blurry.

At times, she can clearly recount the name or secrets of some ancient existence, at others, she is utterly ignorant of certain key details she supposedly experienced in her "past life".

Like this time, concerning the "Drought Fiend" dilemma.

If she truly were the reincarnation of the legendary Nvba, she absolutely shouldn’t respond with that kind of pure, almost bewildered "I don’t know" regarding the title "Drought Fiend".

This completely does not conform to the characteristics of a reincarnate.

"Titles don’t lie..."

Fang Qingyu’s gaze seemed to penetrate the wall, falling on the small silhouette in the adjacent room.

[Reincarnation of Nvba].

That golden, ancient, and vigorous title was his greatest reliance.

This is neither an illusion nor a disguise.

It is a marker originating from the level of the rules.

So...

"The only explanation is..."

In the depths of Fang Qingyu’s melted gold eyes, light flowed.

"The form of Jiang Wei’s existence, or her ’reincarnation’, is fundamentally different from any known divine reincarnate..."

"She carries a secret far beyond imagination."

"That’s why she doesn’t know what the situation with the ’Drought Fiend’ in the Arctic is..."

Fang Qingyu exhaled a mouthful of dirty air, his gaze becoming calm and resolute once again.

"That’s very normal."

Since Jiang Wei herself said she didn’t know, further questioning would merely add to her burden and trouble without any sense.

The true answer does not lie within verbal probing.

Only on that battlefield frozen over.

"Everything, at the Arctic..."

Fang Qingyu whispered to himself.

"Will reveal itself."

...

Without a word throughout the night.

When the first rays of dawn stubbornly pierced through the thin clouds above the Pocket World Blessed Land, casting a pale golden halo over the grass and trees in the courtyard.

Fang Qingyu opened the door of the quiet room.

In the courtyard, Jiang Wei was already sitting by a stone table.

Her small face still showed no expression, yet the slightly furrowed brows that lasted all night seemed to have finally relaxed.

She was sipping on a new lollipop, her vacant gaze resting on a small flower in the courtyard, adorned with morning dew.