Brain bloom

I'm afraid so.

……

(The cover features a parrot, not a pigeon! Those big, watery eyes express the author's hope that readers won't delete the book, and don't mean the author will cancel the book.)

(A long-awaited exchange; I'd like to recommend a new book from the author Xiaoyue Yuanwuqu: Tachibana Kanade is invincible.)

"In short, it's a story that takes place around Tachibana Kanade, a half-angel who descended to earth. It features a surreal and humorous slice-of-life drama as well as a fantastical sick love fantasy!"

It's a lily.

Volume 1 #340: No Longer a Secret

This is destined to be a sleepless night.

Above the clouds, Sen Shi yawned, finally managing to lay down the sleeping Yuan. This girl, covered in wounds, certainly had quite the presence, making the whole world revolve around her. The mimosa plant beside her couldn't help but wonder about her identity.

Mori shook his head and realized he was exhausted.

"tired……"

“I’m still full of energy, but after you killed Hodge, the world is at peace, and you’ve taken care of all the enemies you could fight. That’s a bit of a shame.”

"Hey, shut up."

Mori was genuinely worried that the jinx of the thundercloud worms would bring new trouble. Thankfully, no monsters suddenly appeared to stop them…

What a fulfilling day it has been, so much has happened, Mori thought. After all those battles, she was amazed to be alive… Oh right, she couldn't help but remember that if it weren't for the dandelion's help, she would probably be resting in eternal sleep.

Thankfully, I'm still alive.

I can go back to see her; otherwise, it wouldn't be in accordance with our agreement.

Mori rubbed her heavy head and patted the Thunderstorm Cloud Insect. Although it remained silent, it thoughtfully conjured a small bed for Mori to lie down and rest. She curled up on the cloud bed, wrapped herself up, and closed her eyes to rest.

But I can't fall asleep yet... I still have to repair the Clock City.

The mimosa plant next to him seemed quite curious about Mori.

She had been asleep for a long time, and her awakening this time was by chance. She felt that everything in this world was new and exciting.

Mori was incredibly attractive; one could sense an almost unbelievable divine aura emanating from her. Moreover, Mimosa felt... that this fellow Seasonal Being before her didn't seem to be a normal Seasonal Being.

The Land of Flowers is like a courtyard, and the Four Seasons are the flowers that adorn the soil. But in the forest... like a wildflower that grows strong, resilient and unrestrained in the wild, the mimosa has many questions.

But Mori went straight to sleep. She didn't have the courage to disturb her compatriots who needed rest. That would be too embarrassing; what if they got angry? How shameful that would be!

Another little guy, however, was equally eye-catching.

Salt Elf?

It at least appeared to be a salt spirit, a legendary crystallization of the sea. This was strange enough, but gradually, a wondrous faith seemed to gather around the salt spirit, imbuing it with an extremely faint yet undeniably sacred aura. It was as if this azure salt ball was actually a true god.

The mimosa shook her head. Although she had too many questions, there was only one thing she needed to do right now: help them.

……

A few minutes later, the thundercloud worms had crossed the vast ocean. On the horizon, the edge of the continental boundary of the Coffin Bearers' faith circle could be faintly discerned.

Unlike the island ruins of 1848, the sea shimmered with its proper azure blue, gradually lifting Mori's spirits after a long night's work. This brief rest also allowed her to regain some energy, enabling her to handle what lay ahead.

Next-

The existence of those who deliver coffins is probably no longer a secret known only to a select few.

At first, what appeared below were ordinary villages, but thanks to the wealthy and powerful Kingdom of the Holy Coffin, even the fishing villages were prosperous and fulfilling. The villages, totaling several hundred villagers, should have been asleep at this time, but the turmoil in the world brought them together to pray before the idol.

"Let's practice on them..." Muttering to himself, Mori pushed aside the cloud blanket and got up from the cloud bed.

At her command, the thundercloud worms lowered their altitude, preparing to fly over the fishing village.

Although the thunder had subsided, the low-flying clouds were still an incredibly unusual phenomenon. Those focused on their prayers sensed the approaching danger, but before fear could set them on the run, Mori's clear voice spread a strange sense of peace—

“Mortals, I have heard your prayers.”

She is warming up for what she is about to do, facing mortals with the smile of a true god.

"Don't worry, the world is safe now, and you don't need to pray to me anymore. Go get a good night's sleep. Then, life must go on, so that you can harvest happiness at the end of your life."

After leaving these words, the thundercloud worm vanished in an instant, already far away.

The villagers were left completely bewildered. What... just happened?

……

"I'm in good shape." Mori gave high praise to his acting skills.

As they approached Silver Ring City, she kicked it down again. The Thundercloud Worm dared not complain, immediately unleashing its full power to summon thunder and create momentum for the coffin bearers. Now it had only one wish: to work hard and then gain freedom... a freedom it hadn't had in a thousand years.

Then, thunder roared across the clear sky, drawing the attention of the entire city.

This included the bewildered craftsmen who had been summoned by B. This nerve-wracking day had already exhausted them, and then a high-ranking official from their country suddenly arrived and summoned the craftsmen without giving a reason. Even the most devout people couldn't help but complain.

"what happened?"

"That...that's a thunderstorm cloud!"

"...What's wrong with this world?"

"Why do these clouds look like they're going to bomb our city?! May the coffin bearers be sent to heaven!"

The craftsmen were buzzing with discussion, as were the residents of each household, some peering out of their windows, others stepping out of their doors. In a pastry shop, a princess who had been sleeping soundly in bed rubbed her sleepy eyes and gazed at the sky.

Then, she smiled.

The thundercloud worm hovered above the city, and the people were filled with fear. But suddenly, divine power pressed down on the entire city of Silver Ring. No mortal could withstand such power head-on.

"No need to kneel."

With this majestic yet exceptionally melodious voice, people looked up and saw a young girl who could experience all four seasons walk to the edge of the Thundercloud Worm.

Her head was adorned with green leaves and white flower buds, and her expression was indifferent.

She didn't wear any extravagant or dazzling clothes, because her face was already beautiful enough.

In his left hand, he held an incredible book, the open pages of which seemed to twinkle with stars.

On the right hand lies a deep blue gemstone, its luster seemingly teeming with life.

"It's so bright..."

"It is...it is the true God."

And everyone's knees, which had been trembling and weak, straightened at Morishi's shouts. However, their souls were already bent, their hearts filled only with piety and fear; their faith, expressed in words, subtly reminded them—

These are the coffin bearers, arriving on clouds.

“You…you shall bring divine punishment upon us, for we were foolish…we fell for the enemy’s scheme.”

B, wiping away tears, was the only one who dared not look up. The combined power of the entire faith had actually… struck their own true god; the shame was unbearable.

"I will talk to you about this later. As for now—craftsmen."

Hearing the call of the true God, every craftsman who knew how to wield a hammer and chisel stood tall. To be called by those carrying coffins was the highest honor... Whether disaster or joy awaited them, it no longer mattered.

“I need your strength. Show me your skills honed over many years.”

Volume 1, Chapter 341: The World Inside the House

A freckled girl with insomnia was standing by the door.

Like everyone else on the street, she was looking up at the thunderstorm cloud. At that moment, apart from infants crying in their swaddling clothes and paralyzed patients unable to move, every other life was looking up in awe.

Those who carried the coffin.

Those were the coffin bearers...

The freckled girl by the door looked on with a deeper level of astonishment. Her hand gripped the wooden door tightly, a splinter having cut it slightly, but even so, she couldn't quite come to her senses.

Wasn't this person who brought the coffin the guest she had stayed with a few days ago? The freckled girl was shocked, then tilted her head back and fell. She was so intoxicated by this unbelievable sense of supreme happiness that her soul almost ascended to heaven, making it impossible for her to maintain a stable state of mind.

Dandelion supported her shoulder.

"Their return was truly outrageous, it scared the people half to death..." she muttered to herself, taking a moment to cast a plant spell.

From the cracks in the floor tiles, a few vines sprouted from a little dirt and sand, then bound up the freckled girl with a creamy scent and carried her to the sofa in the living room to rest. It would be a pity for her to fall asleep now, wouldn't it? She wouldn't have been able to witness the true god…

Thinking of this, Dandelion couldn't help but smile; after all, it belonged to her family.

She returned to her room, which felt like a completely different world from the outside.

Outside the door—the divine words of Mori descended from above, proclaiming fascinating tales and stirring the fervor of the entire city. She wished to use the craftsmen's power to forge things, while outside, cries of despair filled the air—the weeping craftsmen, expressing their devotion to the true God.

It would be worth it to create things for the true God, even if it took ten lifetimes.

Inside the tranquil house, Dandelion seemed to belong to another world, untouched by the fervent faith, silently preparing to water the Seasons' special nutrient solution. To her, this divine manifestation was simply the return of her beloved strawberries.

But the feeling of happiness hadn't been building for very long—

Her smile vanished.

"—You must be Princess Dandelion? If I'm not mistaken, you are the current heir of the Kingdom of Flowers."

A cute young girl's face peeked out from the doorway, her round, bulging eyes peering curiously. If that were all, she'd probably be a mischievous girl from some wealthy family. But just as shy as she was was the mimosa plant on her head.

The dandelion nearly shattered the cup.

"You're... a Four Seasons Being? A fellow countryman?!" Dandelion gasped. "You... are the wild Four Seasons Being who slept in 1848?"

“I’m not wild! I’m a true Four Seasons Master. Ah… well, I mean, I’ve been asleep for about four hundred years… and my name wasn’t recorded in the official history, so it’s no wonder you don’t recognize me.”

Dandelion frowned.

“I came with that fellow God, and we came here specifically to visit you.”

"This is really..."

Fortunately, Dandelion had received advance notice from Master Woodpecker, so she wasn't too shocked. The scene that should have been one of embracing and weeping with her kind didn't happen; instead, a sense of crisis filled Dandelion's heart.

Her instinct was to express resistance.

The woman before me is truly beautiful, with a sweet voice and fair skin. Having been dug up from the ground and brought back by Mori, she is, in a sense, definitely a threat.

Putting that aside, from the perspective of the Four Seasons herself, Dandelion would also find it difficult to feel any affection for her.