Oh no, I have become a character in the card pool?

Chapter 16: The lonely mirror image repeats itself over the centuries

Freshly printed A4 paper still has the warmth of the printing ink on it.

The female person in charge repeatedly asked whether the style and text of the information should be changed to the ancient characters obtained through archaeological excavations in the [Demon and Netherworld].

After all, although the "summoning ceremony" of Qi Ling can grant Qi Ling the most basic modern knowledge.

However, spirits that are too old or whose souls are too massive may not be able to accept this knowledge smoothly.

Just like an old man, even if he is not resistant to learning new things, he is destined to not be able to learn, accept and integrate them as easily as young people.

But this does not mean that the old man is stubborn.

It is just the weight and thickness of his life, the passion he once portrayed. It is far from being a shallow thing that can be covered up by some new fashion things of the so-called new era.

So over the past hundred years.

The alliance's spirit envoys also want to increase the probability of successfully concluding contracts with these powerful spirits and ancient heroic spirits.

In particular, we have increased the budget investment in the historical archaeology of [Broken Time and Space] in various locations.

This is to allow the summoned spirit to live in a more familiar environment.

but--

Mu Yuqing's attentiveness was calmly rejected by the fox-eared girl.

She said that she could recognize human writing and knew how to read the materials.

Because someone had taught her these things a long time ago.

"That person's name isn't in these files. It's not that simple after all."

The light voice quickly flipped through the information, but there was no disappointment in her lowered eyes.

The fox-eared girl - no, in the even more ancient past, in the time when the broken time and space were still intact, in the years that were almost forgotten.

She once had a name.

Xingjian Jingli, this was her name, a name that even she herself sometimes forgot.

Even in the past, when she had fought for human civilization in order to fulfill her contract with that person.

None of the other spirit girls who also came from the broken time and space had ever heard of her real name.

However, on that battlefield, on the wasteland where I had stopped nearly a hundred years ago.

The young boy with black hair and black eyes.

But it was intimate and familiar, as if it had been called out thousands of times before, as if it was a matter of course - calling out this title that should have been unknown to anyone now.

Who is he?
No one knows the answer to this question more clearly than Xingjian Jingli.

——But she wasn't sure.

"Mirror image, I alone remember the image."

The words came out of her mouth softly, and then the environment around the fox-eared girl suddenly changed.

The sky, the rice fields, the lotus flowers in the calm pond.

The girl just closed and opened her eyes, stepped out with her slender feet wrapped in white stockings, and returned to this fairy-tale space.

She didn't stop.

Move forward step by step towards the shrine in this space.

"Reviewing the time image, nine years into the war era, marked point: the moment of conclusion."

Xing Jian Jingli spoke in a calm tone.

In an instant, the scene around her changed again, and a mirror appeared beside her.

A black-haired boy appeared in the mirror.

He was covered in wounds, and his clothes looked as if they had just been cut by a samurai sword, with blood running from the upper right to the lower left. The black mist and evil spirit that filled the wounds rose to the sky.

It was all thanks to the bright green light emanating from his right hand, which healed the wound as the blood flowed out, that the dying man was barely able to keep his breath.

However, this young man was already on his last legs.

His face was covered in blood, but when he saw the fox-eared girl walk out of the light and look at him with indifferent eyes.

He showed a smile that came from the heart.

He panted, wiped the blood off his face, and said, "Great! This temporary copy could be so ridiculously difficult."

If he exhausted his resources and restarted the game so many times and got nothing in return, he would be at a huge loss.

on the screen.

The fox-eared girl with crystal blue hair was stunned.

It was as if she was expressing that she had illuminated monsters, humans, the souls of tens of thousands of people who had died, the collapse of nations, and the end of an era.

However, Zhaoying was able to speak rationally to a lunatic who could not understand the lines - this was the first time in his life.

And in the picture.

The psychotic black-haired boy stretched out his hand towards her, "Make a contract with me and become a contracted spirit who fights with me."

He was covered in the blood of ghosts, and on his blurred face, there was only a pair of dark pupils, bright and confident.

He chuckled in a serious tone.

"I promise you that I will spend my entire life showing you the sights you have never seen before."

"Also, even if you can clearly reflect, even if you can accurately depict the shape, you will never be able to describe those things in the slightest."

on the sky.

In the mirror image that appeared, the image of the black-haired boy suddenly stopped.

The fox-eared girl continued to move forward.

She did not pause and continued calmly: "Looking up the time image, the battle era is in the eleventh year, the marked point: [Ancestral Forest of Ten Thousand Beasts], the battle on the cliff."

"Checking the time image, the battle era is twelve years old, the marked point is: [Demon and Netherworld], the ghosts are returning."

"Reviewing the time image, thirteen years of the war era, marked point: garrison base, the rest room of the spirit envoy."

"Retrieving the time image, fourteen years into the war era, marking point: [God-cast Holy Land], punishment of heavenly fire on earth."

"Reviewing the time image, fifteen years into the war era, marked point: open-air hot spring, late at night."

Accompanied by the girl's ethereal voice, she poured out every word of what had happened in this space.

Smooth and bright mirrors appeared in the air on both sides of the road she walked on, like frozen slides, played over and over by nostalgic people.

Countless images.

Like a constantly spinning kaleidoscope, it appears in those mirrors.

But among the countless images, no matter which mirror surface of the earth is reflected, the only similarity is.

——The core of these records is always the boy with short black hair.

Xingjian Jingli walked between these mirrors.

Her eyes glanced around, browsing through the scenes of memories that had already stopped.

Even though she had seen this countless times in the past hundred years, these important scenes still caught her attention again and again.

At last.

The fox-eared girl stopped and stood in front of the ordinary-looking shrine.

This is the core of the space she created.

It is also the core of her memory, a "reflection" that she has witnessed with her own eyes and can never forget.

"Review the time image."

After a moment of silence, Xing Jian Jingli spoke softly, "The war era, twenty-three years."

"Mark point: the end."

As her light voice fell.

The tightly closed door of the shrine was slowly pulled open, revealing a small mirror.

Different from all previous bright mirrors.

This mirror hidden deep behind the door seemed to be covered by something indescribable. It was completely black like thick ink, and it was almost impossible to read any useful information.

Because of the special pollution caused by that final battle, almost all the images, information and memories about that person in this world have become incomplete and shattered.

I saw blurry spots of color moving quickly. Finally, as if I had to remember it no matter what, the flow suddenly slowed down at a certain scene.

——The sharp blade pierced through the chest of a young man with short black hair, hanging his body above the sky.

The cough gradually weakened amid the scarlet outflow.

His arms fell limply, and blood kept flowing to the ground.

The image of the small mirror is frozen here.

The door of the shrine closed tightly again, as if unwilling to repeat the long-ago trauma.

"."

Deathly silence spread throughout the space. The girl in the shrine maiden's costume closed her eyes, and her light blue fox ears also drooped.

After half pay.

She uttered another sentence softly.

".Review the time image."

"The Broken Age, ninety-seven years."

"——Marked point: E-026 area, town wall."

The bright mirror surface reappeared.

In the mirror, the boy with the familiar face and voice appeared again.

As if blowing away the previously accumulated depression, a cool breeze blew through the surrounding rice fields.

The girl's hair was tied up with a rope and braided, and the light blue hair fell down to her snow-white collarbone from the gap in her shrine maiden costume.

Xing Jian Jingli stared at the young man in the mirror.

She whispered, "Sure enough, whether it's the voice, appearance, breath, or soul, there is no doubt that he is the same person as he was more than a hundred years ago."

"At least, I can't tell the difference."

After the battle a hundred years ago.

They lost, the guy died, and then most of the people went their separate ways.

The fox-eared girl knew very well that among those people, there was one who held a special place in her heart for that person.

I'm definitely not the only one.

This is a weakness, a flaw, and a defect.

At least based on the soul she reflected - at least several people went insane after witnessing that person's death.

For these spirits, they were once historical landmarks in their respective worlds.

An obsession that is too strong will often turn into an uncontrollable event, or even degenerate into a disaster in serious cases.

Xing Jian Jingli was not like that.

Maybe it was because she had long been accustomed to loneliness, maybe it was because she had lived for thousands of years, or maybe it was because she was an alien monster and had never really let humans enter her heart from beginning to end.

or.
She vaguely thought in her heart that if she couldn't even keep her mind normal.

Then these records, which once belonged to that person, serve as a "mirror image" to prove that he once existed in this world.

Wouldn't it be possible for no one to remember it?
".With the information we have at this stage, we cannot be sure that the person is the same 'him' as before."

Xing Jian Jingli whispered, and the fox ears on her head trembled slightly.

She whispered, talking to herself.

"Over the past hundred years, those broken times and spaces have continued to change."

"It's only calm on the surface. Their erosion of the authority of this world has become more and more complete. We cannot rule out the possibility that this may be the cause of the problem."

"After all, this is the rule of the entire world. Even my memory has been erased. It's not surprising even if something happens that I can't understand."

"At the same time, more than a hundred years ago, that person was only one step away from defeating the Broken Spacetime."

"If those times and spaces retain their will, then it is impossible to forget that person. We cannot rule out the possibility of copying his soul."

Not only that.

If we count the "original contracted spirits" who are still scattered everywhere, who were once partners with that person and have extraordinary significance to each broken time and space.

If I could really pretend to be "that person"
The benefits that can be obtained are for those broken time and space that are about to erode this world.

There are so many that it is hard to estimate.

"."

Xingjian Jingli knew that no matter from which angle she looked at it, what she should do was to keep her distance and continue observing the black-haired boy.

She is the Mirror Spirit Fox, a great monster that can reflect everything in the world.

She has been alone for more than a hundred years.

Is it possible that with this little time, I will be unable to hold back my impulse?
The fox-eared girl's thoughts stopped at this moment.

A cool breeze blew across the rice fields outside the shrine, blowing a pink and white petal off the peaceful lotus flower.

Petals fall on the water.

It created ripples in circles.

Clang, there was the sound of mirrors shattering all around, and the girl's figure turned into colorful streams.

The scene around him suddenly changed!

The desolate wasteland and the nameless town were reflected without hesitation!

At this moment, on the dilapidated city wall, because of the sudden disappearance of a certain reinforcement, Lin Xuan had to cough again to resolve the embarrassment.

Facing the questioning looks of many elderly people, he forced himself to put on a serious expression.

Prepare to continue arranging the next city defense.

However, at this moment, a slender figure suddenly fell from the sky.

She was wearing an ethereal witch costume, with beautiful crystal blue fox ears and long hair, and a smooth tail that floated lightly in the wind.

"—!"

In the end, Lin Xuan only had time to widen his eyes.

He didn't even have time to shout out "Fuck!"

Because as the sleeves of the shrine maiden's robe fluttered, a slender hand grabbed his collar and pushed him back against the city wall in a rough manner.

The fox-eared girl's thrilling golden eyes stared into his eyes.

The distance between them was almost enough that one could feel the warmth of their breath, mixed with a faint lotus-like fragrance.

"Tell me who you are."

The light voice spoke calmly, but it could not hide the ripples on the water that could no longer be calmed.

Under the stunned gaze of many small town residents.

And at the side, there was a white-haired girl who still hadn't reacted fully until now and could only barely touch the handle of the gun in her arms with her fingers.

This mirror-like spiritual fox has never cared about worldly affairs for hundreds of years.

She declared in a cold tone.

"If you dare to impersonate that person's figure, voice, words and deeds to this extent..."

The special effects of the shattered mirrors around have not yet dissipated.

The mirror lenses scattered like raindrops reflected the cheeks of the boy and girl, as if recreating the scene of them fighting side by side more than a hundred years ago.

Xing Jian Jingli's pure and flawless golden pupils stared at Lin Xuan in front of him.

She raised her head, her drooping azure hair slightly scattered and fluttered, and a terrifying demonic aura was boiling and surging around her.

"So."

She spoke clearly, word by word.

"No matter what entity you are a pawn in, no matter how far you try to disguise yourself as that person, no matter how you plan to deceive and fool me."

"——I will kill you with my own hands right now, I promise."

(End of this chapter)