Chapter 182: Joining the Stellaron Hunters
"That's right," Kafka said with a smile.
Wait, what do you mean, just a head? Your mind was even more confused. What is all this? Two beauties, one can transform into a mecha, the other can spin silk. And something about a head...
An utterly absurd thought surfaced in your blank mind: I, Orion, am actually a philanderer. This mature woman is the main wife, and that mecha girl is the new lover. My philandering came to light, I had a car accident, only my head survived, and it was transplanted onto this new body. Now, they've come to contend for ownership of me...
...No, no! This plot is too melodramatic! Reality can't be like this.
"It seems his mind is still very confused," Kafka observed your expression. She gave a look to Firefly. "Firefly, could you step out for a moment? I need to talk to him alone."
"But, Kafka..." Firefly still looked uneasy.
"Be good. Go make me a cup of coffee," Kafka said gently.
Firefly looked at Kafka, then at you, and finally stomped her foot. "Got it!" Before leaving, she glared at you. "...I'll find you later!"
The door closed. Only you and Kafka remained. She slowly walked to a high-backed chair and sat down, elegantly crossing her legs. "So..." she propped her chin with her finger, her wine-red eyes fixed on you. "Do you have anything you want to ask?"
There was too much to ask. You were silent for a moment, then finally asked, "Who are you? What is our relationship?"
The smile on Kafka's face deepened. "My name is Kafka. As for our relationship... you can see me as... the one who pulled you back from 'the End.'"
"The End?" The word made your heart skip a beat.
"Yes. Everyone's destiny has a trajectory, and yours broke a long time ago. We just... helped you reconnect it." You grasped another key point. "What did she mean earlier when she said... I only had one head left?"
"Literally, it means just that," Kafka said. "Your past, in a rather brutal war, vanished along with your old body. We took a lot of effort to find your 'thinking' head from the dust of the universe."
Your pupils contracted sharply. War... cosmic dust... a thinking head...
"Vanished? But my body is clearly still here..." You touched your arm, feeling the incredibly real muscle texture.
"Hmm... regarding this, we were also very surprised," Kafka looked at you with interest. "When we found you, honestly, you were just a head, frozen. We originally planned to find a new vessel for you. But Elio said it would be best to let you try it yourself. So, we just defrosted you and put you in the medical pod, nourishing you with the highest concentration of nutrient fluid. But unexpectedly... in just a few days, your body grew back on its own. From the neck down, bones, flesh... regenerating at an extremely fast rate."
"...Grew back?" You were stunned. Growing a body back from just a head?
"Why did you save me?" you asked.
"Because Elio needs you. In his 'script,' you are an indispensable part. Alright, enough small talk." She stood up and walked over to you. "Now, it's your turn to make a choice."
"A choice?"
"Yes." She bent down slightly, her eyes gazing at you. "We never force anyone. You have two choices: First, join us—the Stellaron Hunters, and embark on another, absolutely not boring life. Second, tell us where you want to go. Your hometown, or anywhere else. We will safely send you there, and then, we will never meet again."
This choice seemed fair, but... where could someone with amnesia go? "I... where am I from?"
"The Xianzhou," Kafka softly uttered the word.
Xianzhou... The word was like a key, suddenly prying open a sealed door in your mind! Boom—! Endless white light! Golden arrows! A collapsing world...
"Ugh ah—!" A violent headache instantly struck. You clutched your head in pain, kneeling on one knee.
"Listen to me... don't think about it." A hand wearing a purple glove gently pressed on your head. Kafka's voice seemed to carry some kind of magic, and the tearing pain slowly subsided. "See? Past memories are poison to you now. Even so, do you still want to choose to go back?"
You gasped for breath, your forehead covered in cold sweat. The feeling of that moment was so real, so desperate. Go back? Your body, your soul, instinctively resisted.
"I..." You looked at her and made your decision. "I want to stay here."
Hearing your answer, Kafka's face showed a predictable, satisfied smile. "A wise choice." She stepped back and suddenly blinked. "Oh, and please forget those absurd and melodramatic delusions you had earlier... They're too unhealthy."
You froze, your cheeks feeling a little hot. She was referring to the little scenario you had just imagined... Wait, how did she know?
"However..." her voice lowered, her breath like an orchid as she leaned close to your ear. Her wine-red eyes held a smile. "...Why not tell me directly? Maybe I'll agree."
Your heart skipped a beat. Looking at this dangerous and captivating woman, you found that you felt no repulsion, but rather... you were somewhat drawn to her.
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