Reborn as a beautiful girl, I want to be the best in the world

They are the most amazing race I have ever discovered. They look like humans but are stronger than elves. They seem to be natural hybrids, but they are very different from the "vampires" in my previous world.

The special individual I found was from this race. According to her memory, she seemed to have crossed several eras and found me just to get relief.

I don't have the bloodline of these pages, so I don't have a special preference for red, nor do I have their so-called elegant habits.

As the name implies, the vampires live on blood. At first glance, they look like humans from the old times, but they have extremely strong lives. Only ultraviolet rays, silver poisoning, and hunger and thirst can harm them.

In the old days, the vampires had a strong sense of class, which was based on age and seniority. Some vampires chose to live alone, and they were the common ancestors of the current vampire hybrids.

Theoretically, there is no upper limit to the lifespan of vampires, they just need to keep providing consumption. However, most vampires will become radicalized after a certain age, and social changes are unstoppable, while older vampires will choose to sink into history and refuse to change.

The few who can befriend these elder vampires are almost none except the all-embracing succubus. The pleasure brought by succubus is only pleasure after all, and there are always people who desire something beyond pleasure.

Blood races usually intermarry with humans based on their appearance. Their offspring are generally not bloodthirsty or long-lived, but still inherit the blood race's strong physical strength. At the same time, they are not affected by ultraviolet rays and metallic silver poisoning, and their appearance is similar to that of humans.

Pure-blooded vampires do not promote reproduction among themselves due to their immortality. In the old days when contraceptive measures were not popular, the number of mixed-blood vampires was actually quite large.

And that unique individual is now my best experimental sample.

By extracting her memories, I was able to gradually delve deeper into the history of this world and see everything that happened several epochs ago.

Here are your memories, please stop here.

When he turned to this part, the dark red figure's hand couldn't help but tremble.

Did she know we would see this diary?

Or did she prepare this diary for us?

The dark red figure slowly flipped through the pages and saw those beautiful handwritings.

"I know that one day you will regain your memory and your real name. The long years will make you want to regain it all."

"But I also want to remind you first, it's not me who forcibly takes away your memories and real names, but you came to me and asked me to take away everything in the past for you."

“All of this is now in this book. What you do next is up to you.”

"Love You: Yeats"

After seeing all this, the dark red figure turned over even more firmly.

"Thank you, Mr. Yeats."

Today I killed a wolf with my mother's gun. Blood seeped into the snow, the wolf's tongue swung on the snow, and its chest was still heaving but weaker each time. The hair around the wound was tangled together and emitting heat. It was this heat that took the wolf's life, not my bullet.

I stood in the snow, my blood tracing the outline of my shoes while also transferring heat to my feet.

Until my blood turned cold and solidified, I was still here. Until the stars looked at the wolf and me indifferently, I came to my senses and dragged the wolf's body. The starlight was not enough to illuminate my footsteps, but the chill emanating from the cold body made me more sober. So I walked in the snow, the wind was biting, my lips were chapped by the wind, my footsteps hesitated because of the snow, and finally I returned to the village.

I fell asleep at night and woke up at night. I didn’t know how much time had passed. The sun’s light was getting dimmer day by day. It would only be a matter of time before it was completely extinguished. When that moment came, how long could we survive?

The wolf meat had been divided among the villagers. My portion and some cheese were sent to the house. It was so cold and there was a dead silence all around. I took some firewood from under the bed and put it in the fireplace. I roasted the meat hastily. After eating, it was time to set out again for food. Why did I continue to live? Just to survive?

If you can’t find the answer, it doesn’t matter if you don’t look for it. Just keep living.

I found a bear, slowly crawling out of its cave. Maybe it woke up from hibernation because it knew it had overslept. I wonder if the gun my mother left for me can penetrate its thick fur.

Inhaling requires complete concentration, and even with your eyes resting on the scope you can feel the cold air through your eyelashes.

Breathing out, my fingers pulsing to the beat of my heart, I knew the cold was about to overwhelm me.

I pulled the trigger and the bullet went through the bear's eye, blood gushed out and I gasped for breath.

Chapter 36 Dream

The side effects of excessive blood loss made me dizzy. The shot just now injected my blood, otherwise I would not have been able to accomplish such a "feat".

Recalling what my mother gave me, I began to mobilize my blood.

Through introspection and meditation, we can reconnect with the Divine by remembering the divine spark within.

When prayer is done in the right state, with pure emotion, it will be an effective prayer.

Everything in nature is connected through subtle and real energy, and we also interact with the gods. Through rituals, meditation and prayer, consciousness will expand beyond the material world.

......

I dream every night.

In my dreams there are always mountains and rivers of foreign lands, but even if I stand on tiptoe and stretch my neck I still cannot get a full view of them.

Occasionally, I would see strange phantoms, dreaming of a shadowy bronze city, a deep coastline that seemed to stretch out illusoryly, or a huge sailing ship painted in gorgeous colors sailing towards the sky, with a panoramic view of the sea where the sea and the sky meet.

When I was ten years old, my father left me, and from then on my mother and I were the only ones left in the ancestral house.

My mother was in a deep sleep. My maid told me that she was just sleeping.

Five years later, I stopped dreaming, and after a fragrant moonlit summer night, I learned to pray.

The maid is a nightmare, but she tells me bedtime stories every night instead of simply eating my nightmares.

Her stories are always so immersive. There are no fancy words or thrilling experiences, but just ordinary things she has seen and heard. However, it is always hard to forget them after listening to them.

I fell asleep listening to her stories, then replayed them in my dreams, and eventually became her food.

These good dreams helped me through many years and restored my will.

Her name is Lilith.

Qin Fangyue looked at everything in front of her and couldn't help but be moved.

The girl cut her long hair early and guarded her sleeping mother, keeping company with the maid.

She wrote on the parchment, and blue flames danced on her beautiful handwriting.

The firelight illuminated the entire bedroom, illuminating her quiet face.

When Lilith put down her pen, the green flame on the paper was still burning quietly, occasionally emitting small sparks.

She handed me the parchment and asked me to fill in the blanks.

I carefully took the contract and touched the flame on it with some fear, but did not feel the expected heat.

The flame without temperature flows like the cuneiform characters of the ancient times.

In the mythology of the last era, the first human being was created by fire. Lilith also mentioned it in past stories. The characteristic of red flame is that it has the power of protection and can bring courage to people.

I finally made up my mind, tightly grasped the flaming alder branch, and signed my name on the parchment.

The dreams of business tycoons are bitter, like unprocessed hazelnut chocolate;

The dreams of ordinary people are bland, like lukewarm, unsalted soup;

Only children’s dreams smell the sweetest and most delicious. When you take a bite, you can taste the smoothness of eggs and sugar, the mellowness of sweet wine, the fragrance of chocolate, the density of biscuits, the thick aroma of cheese and cream, and the bitter aroma of cocoa powder.

For Lilith, my dream was probably just dessert?

"So that's why there's a rumor that you guys prefer to savor sweet dreams?"

"Ah, although it's true, you can still call me sister~"

Lilith smiled gently

"But eating a child's sweet dream is too embarrassing, I will only try a little bit occasionally. My eldest daughter's dream is still more delicious."

"So, what does my dream smell like?"

Lilia hugged me and stroked my head gently.

"The eldest lady's dream is the most delicious thing in the world~"

It is said that there is a river in La Cantefosse, and ghosts who are attached to the mortal world wander on both sides of the river.

As I stared at Miss Lilia chatting by the fireplace, she was stroking a pitch-black cat.

The books my father left me mentioned that in Egypt, cats were viewed as guides of the dead, and they still carry on the memories of the last era.

I wanted Miss Lilia to tell me more about the legends of the black cat population, but she insisted that I be a patient listener while she told me about the lost land as ancient as overseas.

This was the second time Miss Sophia avoided my questions, which made me feel a little disappointed. After all, before I signed the contract, she always agreed to my questions.

But soon, I was addicted to Miss Sophia's vivid narration.

It is not recorded in any book, and is not mentioned in the oldest language of mankind. It is the primordial land that is older than the beginning of the world - Astra.

Astra?

Qin Fangyue reacted for a moment and immediately recalled the name of the city in the Novice Village.

Isn't that also called Astra?

It can't be such a coincidence, right?

But of course everything in the memory would not wait for Qin Fangyue, and she didn't know that everything she saw at this moment was constantly overlapping with what the dark red figure saw.

Astra is said to be the place of origin, nurturing generations of brilliant civilizations.

But long ago, this land was covered with drought, barrenness and disaster. The vast land was endless, and there was almost no sign of civilization on the vast plains.

The first generation of indigenous people were soon extinct. Without any natural defensive barriers, they were unable to resist the invasion of wild beasts and the ravages of wind and sand. The entire tribe's massive migration ultimately became a beautiful wish that could never be fulfilled.

But their efforts were not in vain, the second generation of new tribes learned the name of Astra through their ruins, and they continued to flow into the plain like rain water gathering in a low-lying area, and quickly mixed together.

With the accumulation of two generations of civilizations and the collision of sparks of thought, they brought a more developed civilization and embarked on the journey of opening up this land again.

The second generation of people was called "humans". They rushed out from the distant and bitter ice fields, reclaimed wasteland and cultivated land on the edge of their place of origin, formed the earliest farming culture, developed the first generation of agricultural civilization, and gradually established independent communities centered on temple cities.

The Condanians maintained a unified language, religious customs and culture to a large extent, but did not form a political entity. Instead, they were divided into dozens of small countries, each centered on a city, and some city-states had a population of tens of thousands.

Trees were regarded as man's closest companions, and gradually rose to an unshakable position in the earliest religious worship. Unique temples, main gods, monk systems and god-kings were born as a result.

"Like the World Tree? Isn't that an elf?"

I asked out of curiosity.

"Perhaps it is more special than the one burned by the ancestor you mentioned."

Lilia blinked and flipped through the ancient book in her hand.

“She connects the past, present and future, can heal our inner loneliness, integrate our inner opposites, and even enable astral travel and the traversal of realms.”

As time went by, the second generation of "people" enjoyed great prosperity, with increasing strength, knowledge, ambition and prosperity.

They built palaces and temples on the first-generation ruins, seeing it as a symbol of their conquest of Astra, and also as a sign of mankind's conquest of nature.

Little did they know that it was not they who conquered Astra, but Astra that conquered them.

This complex was built in a city-state called ****, and it was large and magnificent. The city walls were made of cut and polished agate found underground, and were wider than any city in history. The roads were paved with jewels similar to giant clams and agate.

The casting technology of the second generation of "people" is extremely unique. On the surface, it looks like the prefabricated splicing of an assembly line. It only requires building a wooden platform as high as the building, and in less than half a turn a grand building will rise from the ground. The surrounding city-states sent skilled craftsmen to observe, but they were never able to figure out the mystery.

Even before entering the city, outsiders will be amazed by the brilliant dome towering into the sky.

"There is a saying in Astra that the center of the world lies in the origin

Miss Lilia pondered for a moment, then waved her hand and said seriously.

There is no loss, no death, no accidents in dreams, only real regrets.

I fell into a deep sleep following Miss Lilia's story.

......

As usual, Lilia would go to the town at the foot of the mountain to buy daily necessities today, as most of the household expenses would come from there.

Through the arched window, I watched her wrapped in heavy winter clothes as we got on the bus one after another, and we waved goodbye.

I don’t have the habit of writing a diary. Compared to writing, I prefer to record my daily life in the form of drawings.

Perhaps it’s a talent in my blood, I’m very good at drawing.

If I hadn't met Miss Lilia, I don't think I would have known how to use my talents.

“Little guy, your drawing is really good, but how did you know Astra?

In the evening, an uninvited guest came to the study. His tone was neither intimidating nor approachable, but it was like a bolt from the blue to me.

I looked up and saw a girl in a black and white nun's uniform riding a broom, looking down at me.

A witch? Or a nun?

This unique shape and shocking words shocked me. I couldn't think of any excuse for a moment, so I subconsciously asked:

"who are you?"

"Saint Sandro Valentine."