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Chapter 426. The Third Playthrough Story (Including Edric's Past) (3)

Edric was also somewhat surprised by his own behavior.

The Vatican's new orders resulted in people being burned alive everywhere in the streets; there were too many for him to save, nor could he save them one by one.

So most of the time he would just pass by, feeling a heavy sadness as he looked at the burning bonfires and the painful howls.

I was supposed to just quietly pass by the street corner, but when I saw that little girl's face...

He was momentarily dazed.

People in religious societies awaken psychic abilities at the age of seven, and these abilities are divided into ten levels based on their strength.

Level 1 is the weakest, and Level 10 is the strongest. The higher the level, the greater the chance of entering the temple and obtaining a more exalted divine position and powerful power from the gods.

He was a level 10 innate psychic, and on the second day after awakening, he had a long dream—

In his dream, he was born into another strange society.

The area is divided into a gifted society and an ordinary society, which are separated by a force called Rose Transportation using various transportation networks.

In that world, he was a member of the family of the God of Reincarnation who had migrated to another world to settle down, and he also had a cute little sister who had just been born.

At the age of four, he possessed the talent [Script] No. 110 of the Light Faction in the society, through the path of [Regret].

According to the combat power measurement standards of the Light Faction, the smaller the serial number, the stronger the mental power. His mental power is not considered strong. Although the [Regret] path is rare, it is not a mainstream and powerful path.

Because its activation criteria are that when the host dies from homicide, it will automatically anchor to the murderer and activate its ability. When the ability is forcibly activated by the [Regret] pathway, it will be doubled in strength.

At the time, "regret" was a common method of revenge because it was precise and highly efficient. When assassins received a job, they would quickly abandon it if they heard that the target had "regret," fearing that this vengeful method would relentlessly pursue them like a leech.

Although it is useful in some sense, while a person is still alive, this approach is utterly useless, not even worth mentioning.

In the other world, his awakened talent was clearly not good, but when he later awakened his psychic powers, he, like in this world, awakened level ten psychic abilities.

According to family rules, members who are born with full spiritual power can directly inherit the position of Reincarnation Priest.

So at the age of seven, he became a priest of reincarnation.

Compared to Edric's mediocre talent, his sister was exceptionally gifted.

On the day of the talent test, the testing stone representing the Light faction emitted an almost piercing explosion, the sound echoing throughout the entire testing hall—

She became sequence number 1 of the precognitive sequence, and her innate name was the sequence name.

This means that the entire long future will be in her sight, and will be seen by her.

From that day on, my usually lively and active younger sister suddenly became much quieter.

She also performed exceptionally well in the subsequent talent test, awakening a level 10 spiritual ability. Although her abilities met the requirements, she gave up the family's inherited position as a priest and devoted herself to developing her precognitive abilities.

Time flew by like turning the pages of a book. Her younger sister began leaving early and returning late, sometimes whispering to the air, sometimes frantically scribbling symbols only she understood on paper. Edric didn't fully understand what she was doing, but he could sense something heavy weighing on her still-frail shoulders.

This does not diminish the warmth that flows between them.

Edric is confined deep within the mansion by the priest's lessons and scriptures, and his sister always magically produces some gifts whenever she returns from unfamiliar places.

Sometimes it's a music box depicting the misty rain of Jiangnan, dripping as if you could wring out the sound of damp rain; sometimes it's a bunch of irises from the Ivar Plateau, the edges of the petals still carrying the scent of the wind; or it might be an ice crystal souvenir brought back from Zhenbei City, cool and refreshing, lingering for a long time.

Days passed by in the mundane routine, and his health suddenly deteriorated until he was finally admitted to a hospital ward, where a series of medical machines maintained his vital signs.

The younger sister looked at him with a sadness and desolation in her eyes, as if she knew what the future held.

But like most of the light of this era, they were omniscient and powerless.

The dream ended at dusk, and he lay in bed, taking out a thick stack of notebooks in a brief moment of lucidity.

He has a seemingly insignificant talent called "scriptwriting".

There is another path that is considered useless, called "regret".

His talent for screenwriting allows him to create characters out of thin air and bring them to life; the beginning, development, climax, and resolution of a story can all be set by the writer.

Knowing that his days were numbered, he devoted all his nights to this ever-thickening stack of papers.

He didn't fully know what his sister was seeking in her premonitions, but from her occasional absent-mindedness and the sighs of the family elders, he could piece together a vague yet vast outline—a journey spanning a long period of time, a destination he was destined never to reach.

So he wrote a character.

That character joined the history club of the Fools' Club, which his sister had been talking about, and stayed there for a long time. He will remain there in the future to help her achieve her goal.

The setting sun outside the window is slowly sinking, bathing the room in a warm orange-red hue, as if even time itself has softened here.

He struggled to pick up his pen and gently turned to the title page of the script.

It was at dusk ten years later.

As dusk fell, a young man in a white suit emerged from the afterglow.

He walked across the square and saw the water mist from the musical fountain shimmering with sparkling light, and beside the mist stood a lone girl in a white coat holding a sword.

The regret will allow her to join the script, and the talent that had long since vanished with his death will be reawakened, turning the page to the latest chapter.

This is perhaps the true meaning of "regret".

It wasn't a revenge that left a deep and lasting impression.

Rather, it's because they once shared spring, summer, autumn, and winter with loved ones, and even though they are separated by death, there will still be regret—

Reunite again.