Why are all the people in my chat group rumored to be from the outside world?

A gift of inhibition? What's going on?

Volume 1: Chapter 103 The Ember's Panel and Return

[Your sculpt doesn't quite look right; it doesn't quite capture the feel. This part should be like this, and this part should be like this. You should add this thing here... or maybe give him a Dragon Heart.]

[...Gaia, could you please quiet down?]

[How can I give you advice now that I've calmed down? This concerns our lives, we can't be careless! Besides, the monster you created just doesn't look right. I didn't say anything wrong. Look at that monster with the savior aura, and you made it like this. What if we get trouble after posting it?]

[A reminder, Gaia: if I could create an exact replica of this power, I'd probably be the only one left on this planet with a suppressive force.]

[I know you definitely can't achieve that effect, but at least it should look similar! Look at this, it doesn't look similar at all! Be more serious!]

[...I'm seriously asking you, Gaia. If you can, I hope you can shut up. You've seriously bothered me. Besides, if you're so capable, why don't you do it yourself?] Alaya spoke these words in the calmest tone.

[I have refined and streamlined their history; I have done what I needed to do. The rest is your responsibility. That's our agreement, isn't it?]

[Then please be quiet.]

[Alright, alright, you can't even handle a few words of criticism? You're definitely a latecomer.]

[......]

Only after Alaya finished handing over the items in her hands did the two restraining forces breathe a sigh of relief. So, the people who beat them up said they didn't need any compensation, but that was just talk, don't take it seriously.

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"So... what is this gift of the restraining force?" Ember looked at the so-called Heroic Spirit template in front of him and tilted his head in confusion.

Heroic Spirit Template [Primordial Flame]

Real name: [Ember]

Alignment: Order, Good

Class: Adventurer

Strength: A

Durability: EX

Agility: B+

Magic: A+

Lucky: C

Noble Phantasm: A+

Inherent skills:

Magic Release A (Fire): The surging flame magic materializes and can be driven and controlled at will.

Battle Continuation A: Even with a broken body, the will can still drive the flames, and never fall until the last bit of strength is burned away.

Noble Phantasm: [The Flame Burns Here]

Grade: A+

Type: Self-targeting Noble Phantasm

Its body is a treasure, and its soul is firewood.

When a holder chooses to embrace the flame and throws themselves into it as fuel for the burning, their very existence becomes one with the fire that sustains the world.

You are the fuel, and the fuel is you.

As long as this body endures, the flame will live on, enough to illuminate the long night and dispel all darkness and cold. This is the great deed of sacrificing oneself to ignite the world.

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The others also looked at their own panels with confusion, but one person was even more puzzled.

"Does this mean I'm... being isolated?" Aika Sajou asked, tapping her cheek with her finger, somewhat confused.

Everyone else has a template but she doesn't. What else could this be but isolation?

Fortunately, she could see other people's panels, and after glancing at them for a while, she made a guess.

"The description above is similar to what happened when you beat up my sister. The restraint recorded and sublimated everything that happened at that moment, and then it became this thing. However... as expected, something happened that we didn't know about."

Sajō Aika pointed at the template of the embers and said softly, "Those two things are not so easy to talk to, and they would not give such a so-called gift. Something must have happened in between, but we may never know what happened."

The group exchanged glances, then smiled knowingly.

"Since we have no way of knowing, let's just leave it at that," Hoshi said, looking at Ayaka Sajou.

"Go home, everyone. But... are you sure you're okay? After all, you're from this world."

“Don’t worry.” Ayaka Sajou replied calmly, a faint smile seemingly appearing on her lips.

"What's happening now hasn't led to anything bad; on the contrary, it might be a much better ending than we imagined. Alright."

She clapped her hands lightly, dispelling the tense atmosphere.

"Everyone, go home early. I won't see you off."

Watching everyone disappear from sight, Aika Sajou put her hands behind her back and walked briskly towards home.

When Ember returned to his world, and to the Firelink Shrine, the sight before him startled him.

Ludovic, Lothric, Lorian, Yorshka, and even Gwyndolin... were all huddled together on small stools that had been brought from somewhere, staring intently ahead.

There, a screen radiating iridescent light was playing a vivid, flowing image—a projection from another world.

Almost the instant Ember stepped inside, the perceptive Lorian and Gwyndolin simultaneously noticed something amiss, their gazes abruptly shifting from the light screen to the bewildered Ember at the entrance.

Their actions immediately attracted the attention of others.

Yulshika was the first to jump up, waving excitedly: "Ember! You're back!"

“Yes, I’m back… How come you and your brother are here? And… who is he?” Ember looked at the unfamiliar man who had appeared on the throne of the Lord of Cinder with a puzzled expression.

He had some vague guesses, but wasn't sure.

“That’s my father,” Lorian said calmly.

"It really was him..." Yu Jin realized. The man sitting on the throne at this moment had not yet been twisted into that familiar, bloated, and deformed shape by the curse, so Yu Jin was not sure for a moment that he was the old king of Lothric.

Just as Ember was about to take out his soul collector as usual, preparing to ask Rudolph if there were enough souls to burn, a soft hand grabbed his wrist.

Ember followed the arm and saw Yu'ershika, her face full of excitement.

"Ember! Can you really travel to other worlds?" Yorshka pointed at the strange and incongruous things in the sacrificial site, especially the light screen that was playing, her tone filled with disbelief and amazement.

"Did you bring all of these back from another world? How did you do that? That's amazing!"

Before Yu Jin could even speak.

"Oh dear!" Yorshka suddenly exclaimed, releasing Ember's hand and covering her head as she turned back to look at him with a wronged expression—Gwyndolin was slowly retracting the staff that had tapped her lightly.

"Brother...why did you hit me?"

Gwyndolin ignored his sister's small complaint. He turned his gaze to the embers, his voice low and gentle: "Welcome back. Was your journey pleasant?"

“At least nothing major happened,” Yu Jin replied, then threw the question back at him.

"However, why are you all gathered here...?"

“Lorian has already told me about your deeds,” Gwyndolin nodded slightly.

"What you've done is unheard of. I think no one could remain unintrigued. That's why I came here..."

His gaze swept over the otherworldly objects around him, finally settling on Ember: "I have also witnessed firsthand everything you have brought to this world."

He solemnly bowed slightly to Yu Jin.

"Thank you for everything you have done for this world."

This heartfelt expression of gratitude represents the deepest respect from this descendant of the gods.

The being before them, named Ember, is opening up a new path full of hope for their world, which has been bound by the destiny of linking the fire for thousands of years.

In response to Gwyndolin's bow of gratitude, Ember simply waved his hand dismissively and calmly walked past the deity: "If you really want to thank me, remember what I said when I left."

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I'll put other people's templates in separate chapters later, otherwise writing them all down would be...hehe.

Volume 1: Chapter 104 Doctor, aren't you curious about who your cutest junior is?

Some people are alive, but they are already dead.

Some people die, and that's when they're truly dead.

In the wilderness not far from Lungmen, Rhodes Island's weathered landship is undergoing a major overhaul.

The hustle and bustle of the project has replaced the tranquility of the past.

That sword strike from Xing almost cleaved Rhodes Island in two.

If it weren't for Precys's intervention, this ark, carrying countless ideals, would probably have already been broken in two.

After that incident, Rhodes Island joined in the rescue efforts for Lungmen, and then devoted itself to its own reconstruction.

Is it a stroke of luck amidst misfortune? Xing's sword strike had an outrageously smooth cut, which ironically reduced the complexity of the repair work.

In short, Rhodes Island is currently a bustling construction site.

Where there's busyness, there are bound to be people...

At the highest point of Rhodes Island's deck, on the top floor of the steel building known as Bridge University, a special new student was welcomed today.

She was personally escorted to the office by Precys, who had a warm, spring-like smile on his face, with her left foot stepping first—Kal'tsit!

On the main deck of Rhodes Island, the Doctor looked up, his gaze piercing through the dust stirred up by the construction, and onto the green figure on the top floor who was trying to maintain the appearance that nothing was happening.

Normally, he would have looked at the poor cat with a sigh, then quickly took out his phone, found the right angle, and snapped several photos to preserve this rare sight.

But now... the Doctor seemed rooted to the spot, even unconsciously slowing his breathing.

“Doctor, do you know?” a gentle voice sounded in my ear.

Precys had silently appeared beside him without him noticing, wearing his signature smile, his gaze fixed on Kal'tsit high above, as if admiring a masterpiece.

"It's perfectly fine to pamper and spoil these cute and charming little animals occasionally. After all, their fluffy appearance is truly endearing. But..."

She turned her head slightly, her gaze finally landing on the doctor, the curve of her smile unchanged.

“Sometimes, you absolutely can’t just indulge them. Otherwise, they’ll get the illusion that they don’t know who really holds the power. You tell me…”

She paused deliberately, her smile deepening. "Am I right, Doctor?"

Cold sweat trickled down the doctor's forehead. She was warning me, wasn't she? She was definitely warning me!

The doctor's Adam's apple bobbed laboriously as he swallowed the almost solidified saliva.

He looked up again at the film standing strong against the wind high above, and a tragic courage struggled to rise in his chest.

He forced himself to straighten his back, trying to make his voice sound calm: "Prismus, you're absolutely right! I completely agree! But..."

"Hmm? Doctor, do you think I said something wrong?" Priscilla tilted her head slightly, her eyes full of laughter.

"No, no, no! Absolutely not!" the doctor quickly waved his hand.

“You’re absolutely right! You make a lot of sense! I just feel…” He carefully chose his words.

"Is the punishment... a little too long? Look at Kal'tsit..."

The professor was really going all out for the cat he used to own.

Precys raised his hand and glanced at a watch that wasn't actually on his wrist: "Doctor, I'm conducting the education according to the schedule set by Kal'tsit. If you have any complaints, you can talk to Kal'tsit."

You reap what you sow, Kal'tsit! Did you ever imagine this day would come?

The Doctor's gaze drifted guiltily towards the noisy construction site in the distance: "So, what exactly did Kal'tsit do wrong? It can't really be that reason, can it?"