The Infinite Journey of a Certain Flame

Kiana thought the little girl was quite cute.

"Your name is Rem, right? How are you doing here?"

Kiana suddenly stopped and asked this question, which surprised Rem: "Hmm?"

"Don't be so formal, Rem."

“I don’t understand what you mean. If you would like me to be more polite, then… well.”

Rem slowly turned around, seemingly misunderstanding Kiana's good intentions.

She slowly extended her hand in a gesture of invitation, as if to make up for her somewhat impolite attitude.

"this..."

Kiana scratched the back of her head, feeling a bit troubled.

She never expected the little girl to react this way.

All I wanted was to get along well with her; it's a perfectly normal request, isn't it?

Why did she react this way?

This situation feels somewhat...

Kiana was filled with doubt, completely unaware that during her casual conversation with Sirin, Roswaal had specifically instructed Rem to take good care of her.

After all, a few simple words and exchanging names are all it takes to become acquainted.

While Roswaal's attitude wasn't overly enthusiastic, it was still quite polite. From a social standpoint, Kiana could practically be considered a guest.

Therefore, it's not surprising that Rem was so respectful.

"Never mind... let's leave it at that. Let's keep going."

"Um..."

Rem nodded slightly, then turned and continued leading the way, her attitude slightly better than before.

If Miracles Have Colors (re0): Chapter Four: The Wind God of the Uninvited Dust-Song Pot

The two strolled through the city. Kiana stood still for a moment before slowly following, and the two of them, along with a puppet, continued towards their goal.

Before they knew it, they had walked for some time.

During this half hour, Kiana didn't ask Rem anything, because she found that the little girl didn't seem to be the type to particularly enjoy small talk.

This situation made Kiana hesitant to ask questions, and she could only hope that this journey would end soon.

Finally, as time went by, both parties arrived at the acquisition site.

After the person wearing the strange mask collected the monster's corpse, Kiana received a bag of money.

Although for her, all the currencies in this world could be obtained through exchange.

But no matter what, this can be considered a good thing, right?

"By the way, where are you planning to rest tonight, Kiana?"

As they walked, Celine, who had been quietly waiting behind them, suddenly spoke up, as if she had thought of something rather serious.

After hearing her reminder, Kiana suddenly realized that she didn't have a place to rest for the night.

"So what should we do? Go back to the mansion and try our luck again?"

Kiana asked softly.

"Don't do that. They were already being very polite in declining. It would be awkward if you went again."

"I'm answering," Sirin replied, stroking her chin.

Kiana hesitated upon hearing this, after all, her knowledge of this city was almost zero, and finding a comfortable and peaceful hotel to sleep in was not so easy. If she had to say... she could ask a local to show her the way.

But it's getting dark now, where can we find any locals?

After all, Rem was just there to guide people; finding accommodation wasn't really her job.

In conclusion, Kiana simply couldn't find a suitable location.

"So, Celine, what are we going to do tonight?"

In the end, Kiana decided to give up, after all, the two of them hadn't found a place to stay yet. The city was bustling, and they could see many strange people along the way.

These people lurked in dark corners, and the occasional cold glint they emitted made people feel quite depressed.

Clearly, this city is not peaceful; it is full of unknowns.

"Um..."

Celine stroked her chin and fell into deep thought. Many ideas flashed through her mind, but she rejected them all in the end because these places had a high probability of triggering hidden plots.

These hidden plot points, without exception, will create a chain reaction, ultimately causing the entire storyline to collapse and the plot to head towards an irreversible dead end.

Under such circumstances...

"Speaking of which, don't you have the Dust Song Pot?"

Finally, after a long silence, Sirin slowly spoke up and asked.

"Oh right, I almost forgot about it if you hadn't mentioned it."

Kiana, regaining her senses, slowly reached into her pocket, then realized that her system had been transformed into something else entirely.

A moment later, she chuckled to herself and slowly reached into Xilin's pocket.

"Ugh~ Ugh—Ah!"

Amidst Sirin's complaints, a uniquely styled pot appeared in this world.

[Dust Song Pot (Hyperdimensional Version): This pot is an enhanced version created by the system through modifications and upgrades to the regular Dust Song Pot. It can ignore the limitations of dimensional space barriers and possess its own private sanctuary. Furthermore, there are no restrictions on the items or creatures it can contain. In addition, this pot can freely enter and leave other people's Dust Song Pots for visits, play, and even theft, but the host must bear the consequences. The host is encouraged to develop more functions independently.]

After reviewing the information again, Kiana felt a pang of nostalgia. Before she even acquired this special treasure, she had been curious about how the Dust Song Pot could have so many functions.

I initially had some doubts, but after confirming that these functions were indeed real, I realized how unusual the system was.

"This Dust Song Pot... is truly extraordinary."

"Cilin remarked with emotion from the side."

"correct."

Kiana held the Dust Song Pot, a smile involuntarily creeping onto her lips.

"Alright, what are you still holding onto that Dust Song Pot for? Shouldn't you go inside and rest?"

Looking at the Dust Song Pot in Kiana's hand, Sirin said somewhat speechlessly.

"Yes, then let's rest now!"

"Then go inside and sleep. Call me if you need anything."

Sirin said nothing more, but eagerly awaited Kiana's arrival, hoping she could enter quickly.

"Ah."

Kiana nodded, then smiled at Sirin, and slowly reached out to touch the pot.

As the strange cloud appeared, the two quickly vanished from the sight of the pursuing outlaws, as if they had never existed in this world...

Inside the Dust Song Pot, a peaceful scene unfolded.

In this peaceful setting, only the clear and melodious sound of zither strings could be heard continuously.

Those strings, like a human heartbeat, pulsed rhythmically and regularly on the strings.

And the strings, driven by the clear and melodious music, began to vibrate continuously.

In an instant, the entire Dust Song Pot seemed to be filled with vitality and life.

Outside the main house of Chengehu, there was also a beautiful scene.

In that clear, sunny sky, countless colorful clouds floated by.

These colorful clouds, as if possessing a life of their own, tumbled and rolled incessantly. As the strings of the zither within the Dust Song Pot vibrated, concentric circles of colorful ripples swirled along with the clouds, as if revealing something to the world.

On the floating land of Luofu Cave, a small river that has been cultivated flows slowly.

The little river was crystal clear, shimmering with a sparkling light under the golden sunlight.

This beautiful river has been flowing through the world for who knows how long, and many shrubs and saplings have grown along its banks.

Under the tree, the beautiful piano music made people unconsciously prick up their ears to listen.

And that... boy playing the harp? is even more intriguing.

Kiana stared at the other person, gazing blankly for a long time before finally snapping out of her daze and realizing... this was her home?

Who is this person?

"Ok?"

Feeling puzzled, she looked at Xilin beside her, only to have information about the Dust Song Pot suddenly appear on the panel in front of her.

With the appearance of many precise numbers and rules, she finally realized that Ying had brought visitors to visit her Dust Song Pot.

Who is this? Wendy?

"I heard Ying mention it, it seems to be..."

"Hi! Kiana, Sirin. You're there?"

Paimon's voice rang out from behind him, completely out of place.

Looking in the direction of the sound, they saw the little one in white waving enthusiastically. Ying walked over with a warm smile, her gentle and welcoming demeanor like a gentle breeze.

If Miracles Had Colors (Re:Zero): Chapter 0 The Wind God with Poor Eyesight

Kiana and Sirin looked at Paimon in surprise, while Paimon walked between Kiana and Sirin with a smile and hugged Kiana tightly.

"Hehe! It's Kiana! I didn't expect Kiana to actually be here. We were so worried when you suddenly disappeared last time!"

Paimon was referring to the time after the New Year when Kiana and her friends suddenly disappeared while everyone was considering what to do in the new year.

To be honest, this matter is so unbelievable that it has gone viral in the local newspapers.