Chapter 430: The Déjà Vu Is Too Strong
Late at night, Steven groggily sat up from his bed. Waking up in the middle of the night might be a normal thing for others, but for a Minecrafter whose daily routine was so precise it was borderline unnatural, this kind of incident was already beyond bizarre.
Rubbing his eyes in irritation, he tried to recall the last time he was jolted awake like this. Ever since he stopped installing those chaotic mods, his quality of sleep had been impeccable.
Yet here he was—wide awake. Steven could only accept it with a helpless sigh.
Still half-asleep, he got out of bed and checked the chat log. No emergency alerts from the MC system. Then he glanced up at the clock beside his bed.
3:00 AM.
That only deepened his confusion.
What the hell?
His expression twitched as he noticed his bedroom door was inexplicably open. After confirming on his minimap that no one had suddenly decided to ambush him and take his first blood while he slept, he resigned himself to getting dressed.
No clues. No warnings. No idea why he was awake.
So, the simplest method was to check with his own eyes.
But the moment he stepped out of his room—
He saw her.
A green-haired girl sat gracefully outside his door, facing the twin moons in the sky. She was sitting on… his favorite chair, the Vergil plastic chair. And at her side—Yamato, gone from his inventory.
Steven's entire face twisted into an expression that could only be described as:
Like biting into a dumpling stuffed full of wasabi—not disgusted, just… no idea how to react.
One look at his missing chair and missing sword, and Steven already understood exactly what had gone down.
Sure, he knew people were shaped by their environment… But he never expected his sword to become this way too.
Just because he was a bit too chaotic in daily life—his sword also became chaotic?!
Yet, despite his inner commentary, the green-haired girl didn't turn around. She behaved like an NPC waiting for the player to trigger the flag—silently staring up at the twin moons above.
Seeing this, Steven could only sigh deeply.
Fine. He'd play along. Might as well commit to the scene.
He walked forward, stopping right behind her, and raised his hand.
"Hey girl, your portal-opening days are over. Give me back Yamato."
A line so iconic that it practically echoed through the multiverse.
Only then did the girl react. As if life had just been breathed into her, she stood up, moved the chair aside, and faced him directly.
"If you want it, then you'll have to take it."
"But you already know that."
The girl's voice was crisp and pleasant like silver bells, yet even without holding a weapon, she exuded a razor-sharp presence—as if a blade were pressed against Steven's throat, ready to take his life at any moment.
Judging from her appearance alone, she was definitely not any operator from Rhodes Island. But the aura she carried was overwhelmingly familiar. With just a glance, Steven already had a strong guess about her identity.
Long green hair flowed down to the back of her thighs. She wore a black kimono embroidered with golden dragons—an outfit that felt oddly mismatched here. Her eerie green, vertical pupils were enough to make anyone look away after a single glance.
Her looks, compared to the beauties of Rhodes Island, were merely decent. But the instant Steven realized who she was cosplaying as—and why she felt so familiar—his expression twisted into a masterpiece of disbelief.
"I knew you were going to say that. So can you just come back already? My urge to roast you is reaching critical levels."
Grinning helplessly, Steven reached out his hand. The girl who had been staring coldly at him moments ago suddenly burst into light—then reformed into a very familiar katana in his hand.
"Shall we die once?"
Even without vocal cords, the katana spoke in that same girl's voice—reciting a line in Japanese that Steven had been dying to mock.
"No no no, let's not. I was just wondering how you've gotten this… intelligent. That entrance was certainly something. I'd say my cute Yamato has now officially shocked me."
He examined the katana carefully, confirming that the faint connection between them had fully returned. Seating himself where the girl had been earlier, he muttered half-to-himself:
"So then… who exactly are you now?"
"Please call me Enma. It's the name I chose for myself. From today onward, I am no longer the Yamato I once was."
The blade transformed again—reappearing as that green-haired girl. She stood beside Steven and softly declared her new name.
"Mmm, I honestly thought you were going to call yourself Enma Katana… But if you remember references like that, that means you must have some of the memories inside my head, right?"
He tapped his temple with a troubled look. There was no denying it anymore: after being infused with Sea God's blood, Yamato had evolved into a sword spirit—a sword girl. And her odd behavior made one thing very clear to him.
"Is there a problem? I'm technically just one of your items. At least when it comes to all those useless memories outside your actual consciousness, I definitely have permission to browse."
Enma tilted her head, blinking innocently as if she hadn't just said something outrageous.
And just like that, Steven finally understood why her personality was so… abstract.
—Maybe this girl really was, in the truest sense… his daughter?
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