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Chapter 461. Long ago (1)

She agreed to the purple words that appeared in her mind.

And her life changed from that night.

After that, things proceeded very smoothly.

The Miracle Master has become the Miracle Master she is now. She has fallen in love with dopamine-infused colors and has acquired her own weapon, the magic wand.

However, the real transformation is in the body.

As the power of the miracle flowed into her heart like a warm current, she could clearly feel that the heart in her chest, which had once been fragile and constantly on alert, had been rebuilt into a strong and powerful one.

Its pulse is steady and vigorous, each beat like life itself beating a war drum.

The invisible shackles that had bound her for over a decade broke apart inch by inch with a soft sound that only she could hear.

So she set off.

She squeezed into the bustling amusement park, and as the roller coaster climbed to its highest point, she spread her arms wide, letting the howling wind and the exhilarating feeling of weightlessness fill her chest, replacing the smell of disinfectant in her memory.

She also climbed to the top of a steep mountain and bungee jumped off a cliff, experiencing the freedom of having her heart race to its limit and being caught by the mountains.

The wind howled on the mountaintop, as if cheering for her, while the clamor of the crowd drifted from afar, seemingly celebrating a rebirth ceremony.

Days passed by on the calendar, the sun rose in the east and set in the west, and on the surface, everything seemed no different from the past.

But everything is indeed different now.

The gray, silent film era has quietly come to an end, and the canvas of life has been splashed with rich, vibrant oil paint.

She began to taste the spicy food she had once avoided, and queued up for a steaming hot snack on the street at midnight; she learned to dance, letting the sweat flow freely, no longer worried about suffocating at any moment; she made friends with all sorts of people, her laughter was hearty, and her eyes shone with light.

Those colorful experiences that I once envied through glass windows and could only imagine are now truly in my hands.

Every heartbeat is no longer a reminder, but a confirmation—a confirmation that she is alive, vibrant, and 100% alive.

Once again, she defied the biting wind of the mountains and rode her bicycle up the last ridge.

When the view suddenly opens up, an endless expanse of purple suddenly comes into view—it's a sea of ​​irises.

They undulate in the morning breeze of the plateau, spreading out waves of varying shades of purple.

In the distance, the gap where the sky meets the earth is being torn apart.

A streak of purplish-red light struggled to emerge, quickly spreading and soaking half the sky.

The light grew stronger and brighter, eventually transforming into a bursting dawn, generously showering down its myriad rays of light and illuminating every swaying iris petal.

The girl stopped her bicycle, lay down, and unreservedly plunged into the soft, purple waves.

Looking up, the sky is a gradient of purple and red, and nearby, countless tiny petals begin to radiate a faint purple glow in the morning light.

The points of light initially flickered sporadically, but then they became more and more numerous and denser, as if summoned, rising from the flower stamens and converging into luminous streams that meandered toward her.

Above her chest, the small purple six-pointed star floated up on its own, slowly rotating, like the center of a deep and tranquil vortex.

Countless purple light spots surged in and merged into it, causing it to emit an increasingly soft and pure light.

Gradually, the entire iris field awoke, and billions of points of light rose up, dancing in the low sky and weaving into a flowing, dazzling ocean of light, gently enveloping her as she lay among the flowers.

The scene was grand and serene, like a silent celebration held just for this moment.

She gazed at the purple six-pointed star that had absorbed all the light and become the core of this world, and amidst the swirling rain of light, she spoke softly and solemnly:

"Thank you."

Although belonging to the Order of Death, the God of Miracles is a powerful yet gentle deity, with an approachable and friendly deity.

Most gods choose to remain beyond the realms of existence, disliking the hustle and bustle of the human world. But this particular god prefers to descend to the mortal realm and witness the myriad lights of humanity. Although the God of Miracles has chosen a priest, he has not issued any specific tasks. This is related to his inherent nature; miracles are, by their very nature, arbitrary.

Most of the time, it was the miracle worker who took it and wandered around the human world.

However, this period of wandering is not permanent.

In fact, as a god with random attributes and exceptional power, the God of Miracles is often sentenced to be put in the "black room" because he has performed miracles that seriously disrupt the rules.

At that time, even the priests of miracles would have to be confined to the world of divine intervention.

The world of Gods Descends is an incredibly chaotic place, devoid of any order, where various races roam freely, with humans being the rarest.

To avoid emerging from the "dark room" to find the priestess devoured by some unspeakable being, the God of Miracles usually sets aside a separate entity to protect her.

The Miracle Master had been in the world of divine intervention for far too long and only recently received news that the God of Miracles had been smuggled out of the "dark room" by his superior, allowing her to return to the human world.

The long memories receded like the tide, eventually settling in the glass case of this claw machine before me, and then, with the reflected light, I returned to the present.

The miracle worker straightened up, his eyes sparkling.

She strode to the vending machine, bought a large handful of gleaming gold game tokens, and turned to give the floating six-pointed star a bright smile:

"My God! To commemorate our first encounter, I've decided to take on the challenge once more!"

The purple six-pointed star flickered slightly.

It easily saw through the eager glint in her eyes—a pure desire to "play"—and that sentimental thought probably only accounted for one-tenth of it.

But it didn't expose it; it just gently rotated it a little, which could be considered tacit approval and indulgence.

"Ding--"

A gold coin was inserted into the machine, making a crisp sound.

The miracle worker immediately moved closer to the glass, focusing intently on manipulating the joystick, her claws swaying and moving with her movements.

The purple six-pointed star drifted slowly around the claw machine, sometimes hovering above the glass, sometimes suspended beside her shoulder, seemingly doing nothing, yet like a patient companion.

The girl's understanding of their meeting began with a grabbing action from this glass box.

But the miracle god, whose life was far longer than hers, knew that it was far from the beginning of this long entanglement.

An even more distant first encounter, in the past, almost buried by the dust of time.

At that time, she was a different person, living in another era.

It is also a "god of miracles" who adheres to all ancient rules and is so rigorous as to be almost rigid.

Its power is orderly and it is never confined to the "dark room" that represents chaos and danger.

The word "miracle" has not yet been associated with any tragic aspect of "disaster."

Later, everything took a turn for the worse.

She went through countless reincarnations, her memories were washed away, and her identity changed.

In its long slumber and brief awakening, whenever its turn comes, its consciousness emerges from the chaos, and the first thing it does is to search for her trace again in the vast sea of ​​people.

Until this time, until this moment.

This is probably the umpteenth time we've had this first encounter, and amidst the twinkling lights and game sound effects, it's happening again in a relaxed and ordinary way.

It floated quietly, watching her carefully calculate the angle for an ordinary doll.

That focused gaze subtly overlaps with the image of someone who, countless ages ago, looked up at it and made their first wish.

(End of this chapter)