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Chapter 83 Silent Forest (7)

"If I were in human form, I'd be way more impressive than him!" the system shouted angrily in An Jing's mind, its tone like that of a jealous child.

Look at his sour face! Who gave him the confidence to act so arrogantly in front of us?

An Jing's lips twitched, and she silently thought to herself, "How come you can hold more than a sack of potatoes?"

[When I come out, I'm always impeccably dressed in a suit, exuding confidence and charisma, unlike him who's dressed like a bedsheet in a white robe and looks like he deserves a beating.]

Unbeknownst to them, the little boy who called himself the trial administrator could hear what they were saying.

Rose stood there speechlessly, looking up at An Jing, wanting to teach them a lesson.

Who gave you permission to cricket in front of others?
But in the end, he didn't say anything, only grumbling to himself.

But he did not forget his responsibilities.

“I am Rose, the arbitrator for you humans. My master said he would help you reshape the scales of this world, but we’ll have to see if you are worthy of being helped.”

As he said this, his eyes swept over the five people with extreme disrespect.

Especially when looking at An Jing, there was a clear hint of malice in his eyes: "Especially you."

An Jing was taken aback: "What's wrong with me?"

"You're making noise."

System: [Damn, they're not talking about me, are they?]

An Jing: "..."

Rose continued to complain: "I've never seen someone who talks so much and acts so pretentious."

The system was furious: [He insulted me! He actually insulted me!]

"Stop yelling, what can you do to them?" An Jing rubbed his temples again.

Meanwhile, Youlong slowly stepped in front of An Jing, his brows furrowed.

He still hadn't expected that the powerful figure's trial would come so quickly.

"Who is your master?" Xin asked abruptly, his words carrying a clear sense of wariness and probing. "He brought us to this place without explaining why. I'm afraid he doesn't have good intentions."

Rose glanced at her sideways, her tone as cold as ice: "You think we care about scheming against a few weaklings like you? What's there to scheme against?"

His undisguised contempt nearly choked Yunji and Dongqing to death on the spot.

“My master is merciful and willing to help you poor humans. If she wanted to harm you, she wouldn’t need to lift a finger; you would all be gone long ago.”

You Xin's expression changed slightly, but she didn't say anything more.

She could feel an indescribable sense of oppression emanating from the other person. It wasn't mysterious; it was an unparalleled gap in power.

She really can't afford to mess with this kind of person.

Seeing that no one was going to argue anymore, Rose didn't bother to explain further. He simply stretched out a chubby finger and gently hooked it into the air.

The scene changed abruptly in the next instant.

No warnings whatsoever.

When An Jing opened her eyes again, she was surprised to find herself sitting at home.

Sunlight streamed through the familiar curtains, falling on the exercise books on her desk.

The sound of pots and pans clattering came from the living room, and a delicious aroma wafted from the kitchen.

The aroma of pork rib soup.

She was stunned for a moment.

"An Jing, stop playing!" Mom's voice was gentle and familiar, tinged with a hint of complaint. "Have you finished your homework? Dinner's almost ready! Still playing on your phone? You're going to become nearsighted..."

An Jing suddenly looked up, her eyes somewhat dazed.

This is not a dream.

This is so real.

But she inexplicably felt that something was wrong.

Then I felt like I had a very, very long dream.

"I..." she murmured to herself, unsure of what to say next.

The next moment, she smiled unconsciously: "I haven't finished writing yet, I'll start now."

She stood up and went back to her room.

The familiar blanket, the familiar table, the familiar wallpaper.

Even the drawers where I used to secretly hide things were now open in the exact same spot.

She sat down, but felt an indescribable unease.

It feels like I'm surrounded by bustling activity, yet also so distant; the warmth here doesn't belong to me. I have to go to school tomorrow; the college entrance exam is coming up soon.

An Jing opened her notebook.

Her first choice was the Department of Literature at Tsinghua University.

I must do my best in this college entrance examination.

Meanwhile, in another space.

On the screen, Chi Chen was watching with great interest.

"Why are you leaving your divine power in such a small place?" Rose looked at the five projections in front of him with dissatisfaction. "This isn't your world, why are you helping these humans?"

“They’re agents,” Chi Chen said with a smile, his gaze gentle. “I used to be one too.”

"Hmph, I knew you were soft-hearted."

Rose turned her head away dismissively.

That time had such a profound impact on her that, despite being a deity, she was still deeply affected by human emotions.

It's not that this is bad, it's just... it will cause her a lot of pain.

His sincere gaze softened, and he gently raised his hand. In the mirror image, the projections shifted in brightness and darkness according to the emotions of the five people.

"If it only takes a fraction of divine power to rekindle hope in this world... I don't mind."

“Okay, you’re a good person now…” Rose said in a low voice.

Chi Chen smiled but did not answer.

She stared at the girl sitting upright at the table in the light screen.

His expression was serious and calm, with no fear in his eyes.

“She reminds me of myself,” Chi Chen said softly.

"One person, one system."

"She will change the world."

Rose scoffed, "Suit yourself, it'll only take a little time anyway."

His sincere voice carried both firmness and gentleness: "Rosé, if I had another chance to become an agent, I would still choose this path."

"Ok, I know."

Despite being a deity, she still possessed human emotions.

Rose knew this was not a good thing.

She will be in constant pain.

At this moment, An Jing, who was in the illusion, suddenly raised his head.

I always feel like something is watching me.

While doing his homework, An Jing couldn't help but scratch his head.

Why do these questions suddenly seem like gibberish?!
Doing homework is the worst thing ever.

She picked up her pen, and just as she wrote the first word, her mind went blank for a moment.

I used to know how to do this, so why does it look like I'm reading alien script now?

She frowned, flipped through the next few questions, and they were all the same, all feeling very unfamiliar. Yet, each question seemed like something she had done before, but she couldn't remember the solution at all.

Not right.

An Jing took a deep breath, threw down her pen with a "thud," stared at the workbook in front of her, and her eyes slowly cleared.

She suddenly remembered.

I'm no longer a senior in high school.

Shouldn't I be standing with Youlong, Youxin, and the others in front of some mysterious ruins, undergoing the so-called "trial"?
This is not reality, it's an illusion!

[Phew~ I finally remembered.]

The system let out an exaggerated sigh, its tone a mixture of complaint and relief.

If you had been two minutes later, I would have had to force my way in and interrupt you, although I can't do that right now... but I can give you a scare.

An Jing stood up without saying a word and walked to the window.

The sun was shining brightly outside, the neighbor's child was chasing a basketball, and a kite was flying crookedly in circles in the sky. Everything looked so real, and even the smell of the wind blowing in was just like the smell of summer evenings from my childhood.

She reached out and tried to open the window.

(End of this chapter)