The comments section all think I'm a really good person.

Who could be so vicious?

Qian Shi felt a lingering fear in his heart.

Although she possesses the ability to reincarnate, she can continue to reincarnate even after this death.

However, in this process, the soul will also be worn down. Over time, the weight of the soul will gradually decrease and eventually disappear completely.

When only a tiny bit remains, I estimate that I will still be reincarnated, but at that time, I will be born as a child with congenital intellectual disabilities or other more desperate and serious illnesses, not even a wild beast.

Perhaps one day, we will truly lose our human thinking and completely become paramecia.

With the core of her soul shattered, if it weren't for the ability to repair her soul, Qian Shi would probably have perished.

...Although that would be considered an early release, it still feels like a huge waste.

Her wish has not yet been fulfilled, and she has not yet met Hachiya again.

Speaking of wishes...

Even at this point, the world hasn't been destroyed. It seems I've been protecting the world well for the past few hundred years.

Thinking this way, Qian Shi's subtle unease was temporarily soothed.

Ever since signing the contract with the Voice of the World and becoming one of their executors, Qian Shi has had only one wish.

Having experienced pain and despair, and knowing the truth of the world, she only hoped that she could—

—To save the world.

This is an overly ambitious and presumptuous wish.

However, her inner desire was so intense that even an ordinary person of mediocre talent was appreciated by the Voice of the World because of this pure wish.

She was given countless opportunities to accumulate power and wisdom through reincarnation, and she had unlimited time until her soul completely perished.

She will do everything in her power to help others, end countless catastrophes, and quell global turmoil. As the world's executor, she never stops.

Her friends have come and gone, but those familiar faces are etched deep in her mind. She carries on with the responsibility she has for everyone.

She also single-handedly arranged the placement of the three starter families. These juniors, who began to change after gaining abilities, had to be restrained by even stricter rules...

...Then, after her death six hundred years ago, she opened her eyes again and found herself in this era.

It seems that my soul is really worn out. The physical defects in this life almost make me face death at any moment. I can't remember anything that happened during this period of confusion.

I hope that after some time, once my soul is fully restored, I will be able to remember it.

I don't know if Bee Valley has come to see me during this time.

Have I been behaving well lately?

Would she like herself like this?

Oh, right, I get to hear her "concert" every time I reincarnate. I wonder when it will be this time.

Chise, the executor chosen long before Koizumi Saki, regressed to a mindset from six hundred years ago and was unaware of what she had done during those six hundred years.

She was tired but excited, eager to embark on the journey ahead.

This endless journey of life, dedicated solely to saving the world, still holds something that attracts her.

207. While shopping, I encountered a stage girl.

Although her body's functions were not yet sufficient to support Qian Shi going out, she still had to go out to better understand this era.

Her safe house was dark and spacious, located underground in a cemetery.

If she herself wants to leave, it will inevitably involve a lot of trouble.

However, there are spare puppets here. She can release the puppets and then remotely control them to make them her informants.

This puppet... actually, I have a bad feeling about it.

Calling it a puppet is an understatement; it's more accurate to describe it as a "backup body."

A spare body that is almost identical to my current self.

In fact, if Chise could recover her health and have a slightly better complexion, she would probably look like this.

She moved the puppet away and manipulated its healthy body, walking along the road.

Looking around, he walked along the cemetery road with tireless enthusiasm, seemingly without getting tired.

After noticing the panic of passersby upon discovering an extra person in the abandoned cemetery, she thought for a moment and quietly moved to the nearest corner of the city.

After confirming that the place she had moved to was deserted, Chise came out.

A petite teenage girl with long, soft hair and bright red eyes like crystals walked barefoot down the street.

This era was vastly different from what she had seen before, and the streetscape was completely unfamiliar. Metal boxes carried people everywhere, probably those vehicles called cars. Pedestrians carried strange metal objects; those were probably cell phones.

The shops along the road were playing upbeat music, which was a bit noisy, but it was nice to have some liveliness.

As the former executor, Chise could sense the world crumbling.

As if sensing something, she looked up at the sky.

Night had fallen without her noticing, and even in the dim light of the night, she could see the numerous cracks in the sky.

...a very bad situation.

It was worse than what I had seen many years ago.

However, this is inevitable.

After all, so much time has passed...

As she pondered this, Chise also noticed the images being projected on the large screens in the street.

On it, an advertisement promoting the heroes around the Tower of Civilization was playing, and the heroes in strange costumes and with bizarre codenames caught her attention.

...?

Chise realized something was wrong.

In her time, the number of Devil Fruit users was extremely small; only the three founding families could produce Devil Fruit users.

It is impossible for an ordinary person to become a person with superpowers.

After all, this is a privilege granted to the three starter families by the Voice of the World.

Generally speaking, even if an ability user emerges from among ordinary people, if their ancestry is traced back many generations, the bloodline of the three main families can definitely be found.

But why are there so many people with special abilities in this era?

The Tower alone probably has close to a hundred registered members right now, right?

What are the current starter Pokémon doing?

Qian Shi was astonished, feeling utterly confused.

She still comes from one of the three major families, a group that has always enjoyed special privileges.

Some ideas are so deeply ingrained in my mind that I can't fully integrate into the current environment.

To some extent, Chise's thinking still falls into the category of old-fashioned stubbornness.

She believes that ordinary people do not need to acquire abilities.

Those with superpowers are born with strength beyond that of ordinary people, and should also have a status that surpasses others. At the same time... they also have the responsibilities that belong to those in a superior position.

This is arrogance rooted in her very bones, and her sense of justice is mostly arrogant and rigid.

Although it is out of step with the present environment, it must be said that in the distant past, such beliefs and practices were correct in most cases.

Has the world's voice become so desperate that it has to allocate so much fuel...?

Qian Shi couldn't help but frown, his expression serious and subtly displeased.

This moment of distraction inevitably appears somewhat dangerous to others.

The body's physical age is approximately fourteen years old, and it is only wearing a pure white dress and no shoes.

A child walking barefoot and with bare arms on the street... is very conspicuous no matter how you look at it.

Moreover, he seemed dazed and lost, and was about to cross the road without even looking at the car...

"Danger!" came a voice from the side.

Before Chise could react, one of her arms was grabbed and she was pulled backward.

Her body hadn't caught up with her soul's reaction speed, and now her soul was in a state of disarray, completely unable to exert its power.

The car drove past her two steps away, honking its horn; it was quite a close call.

...We almost got hit.

Only a thousand generations later will we realize this.

Her body is still very precious, and it looks exactly like her. If she were to be hit and killed on the road, she wouldn't be able to bear the sight of her disfigured body...

Turning her head, her gaze met a pair of tense pink eyes.

The person who saved her was dressed in very gorgeous and dashing, yet slightly strange, clothes.

Her attire consisted of a dark gray robe and skirt, a black cloak secured with gold ropes and buttons, and a black crown atop her head.

Although his posture was imposing and heroic, it always felt like he should have been dressed in more vibrant colors.

What's even more surprising is—

"Why are you wearing a mask?" Chise couldn't help but ask.

The child in front of me wore a black domino mask that covered his eyes; the only colored parts of his body were the gold buttons and his pink eyes.

"Hey? Doesn't that feel like being a hero?" The girl replied, her eyes brimming with enthusiasm and friendliness. "I'm an intern, so generally I can't show my face... Of course! Even after I become a full-time employee, I still can't show my face!"

A loud and energetic voice made Chise's head buzz a little.

The other person was very approachable, holding her hand and giving her a long lecture about "being careful when crossing the street," and Chiyo didn't actually dislike that overly friendly feeling.

I see... This person is probably one of the many new ability users that have emerged in recent years.

Not being a member of the three main families gives me a rather complicated feeling.

Qian Shi always felt that this girl was a bit careless and unreliable.