[Promising Future Chat Group]
[The chat group's first adaptive upgrade has concluded.]
[New Module: Group Member Cards]
[Module Details: Upon receiving unilateral authorization from a group member, a Character Card of that member can be temporarily generated and invoked.
During the invocation period, the user may share a portion of the member's base attributes or specific skills.
PS: When multiple group members invoke the same source simultaneously, there is an upper limit to the total output. The distribution method follows a first-come, first-served basis or an equal split principle, determined specifically by the subconscious inclination of the authorizer and coordination with the invoker.]
Kitchen.
"Why isn't it a capsule?"
Wangshu grumbled a retort, and immediately after, two cards appeared in his hand.
One displayed a cool, moon-blue hue, with subtle sword-glare patterns flowing along the edges. In the center was a side profile of Jingliu holding a sword... with a streak of red at the corner of her eye. The other card was a warm pink-gold, embellished with patterns of stars and data streams.
Currently, both were in a dim, inactive state.
Wangshu: "@Jingliu, Senior, Senior~!"
Asta sat in her Station Master's office, her long pink hair meticulously combed, with a few strands hanging by her ears.
She struggled with the decision for a long time.
Asta: "@Jingliu, Senior, Senior!!!"
She even typed two extra exclamation marks!
Leaving Jingliu's past aside for the moment, the combat power of the Flawless Flash was undoubted. Although she likely couldn't beat Lady Herta, as the Station Master of the Herta Space Station, Asta felt it necessary to consider the issue of her own strength.
Exercise was too difficult. Although she couldn't be considered frail and sickly, she was, after all, still a young lady from a wealthy family.
Jingliu: "..."
Jingliu: "How can I guarantee you won't use my power to commit crimes?"
Especially since her current combat power had already reached a very dangerous level.
Wangshu replied instantly: "To protect! To protect peace, and to protect important things!"
Asta followed closely behind, bringing out a more formal guarantee: "I swear in the name of the IPC!"
That makes it even less credible!
Jingliu sighed.
[System Notification: Group member Jingliu has opened temporary Character Card invocation permissions for you. Valid until she actively closes it or a protocol conflict occurs.]
Yes! As expected of a mad beauty! She didn't even ask any more questions and just agreed directly!
Almost immediately, Wangshu activated the card. The azure card transformed into a flowing stream of moonlight. Wangshu felt a strange yet powerful warmth surge from his limbs and bones. His muscles felt as if they were being tempered by an invisible force, tightening, while his bones emitted a slight but clear humming sound.
His five senses became abnormally sharp, to the point where he could faintly discern the floating trajectories of dust particles in the air.
Even though there was no change in his outward appearance, Wangshu felt that the current him could kill a polar bear with one punch.
Although saying this is very sorry to Caesar.
Asta: "Office_Ruins.jpg"
Jingliu: "..."
Wangshu: "?"
Asta: "@Wangshu, be careful. The card only gives power, it doesn't come with control techniques. Want_To_Cry_But_No_Tears.jpg"
Wangshu reigned in his mind, forcibly suppressing the impulse to punch the load-bearing wall, and continued to fumble with the kitchenware in the kitchen, attempting to make dinner for himself and Little Jingliu.
A few moments later, in the living room.
"Wangshu? Little Wangshu?"
Jingliu had finished cleaning the room and piled all the tools in the utility room, shouting loudly.
Originally, she didn't have the leisure to clean the room, but Wangshu was 17. Sigh. Jingliu, who had always been indifferent to the dust in the house, felt that she needed to put in some effort. An inexplicable sense of responsibility suddenly appeared in her heart.
"Why do you insist on adding the word 'Little'?"
Wangshu poked his head out of the kitchen, still holding a spatula in his hand.
"Because you are seventeen."
Little Jingliu answered as if it were a matter of course, her crimson eyes holding a hint of subtle superiority coming from an elder—something she hadn't even noticed herself.
Actually, I am 23 this year. But 23 doesn't seem to be that different. Who could have thought that the delicate and frail-looking Jingliu is 18 this year?
Thinking about it, it makes sense. Jingliu's age couldn't be too young. One year later, she would hold the sword in her hand and be lucky enough to survive Rahu devouring Cangcheng. At the very least, she couldn't be a genuine brat.
"Don't be depressed."
Jingliu walked closer to the kitchen door, leaning against the doorframe, her tone attempting to appear open-minded: "Think about it carefully. Two thousand years old versus seventeen, and eighteen versus seventeen—the feeling they give is actually about the same distance."
She paused for a moment, then added in a whisper: "Anyway... it sounds better than fifty or sixty versus seventeen."
What kind of weird comfort is that?
Half an hour later, the sky outside the window had dimmed. Although it was an artificial sky, it was no different from a normal starry sky in terms of weather changes.
On the dining table were two simple dishes and rice.
Jingliu poked at her rice, her movements somewhat slow. Being used to eating alone, suddenly having an extra person in the house was a bit unaccustomed, but this complexity brought a touch of life to the atmosphere, which didn't seem too bad.
She secretly raised her eyes to look at Wangshu, who was eating quietly across from her, and hesitated for a moment: "Wangshu, did the future me give you anything?"
For example, something like a token of affection? Or how were you deceived by the me of that time?
Anyway, whenever Jingliu thought about 'Wangshu 17', she harbored a shock-filled admiration for her future self.
Too strong!
"Also, you really trust me too much. You are so weak; what would you have done if you met bad people after coming here?"
Thinking about it carefully, her future self might be a scumbag woman, perhaps even the type who casts a wide net. After all, using just a little bit of brainpower, one would know that Wangshu's current strength couldn't support such a magnificent goal.
Perhaps the significance of Wangshu coming here was just to deliver that history book.
Wangshu: "..."
He suddenly remembered that card again. Thinking of this, he began to worry. After all, these past few days had gone too smoothly; he felt that something bad was bound to happen.
Little Jingliu sighed continuously: "Wangshu, why aren't you talking?"
Could it be that her future self really was a scumbag? Did she not even give the most basic, worthless promise? Wouldn't that be pure freeloading!
Wangshu pushed forward the Concept Card he had just obtained. He didn't know if the chat group was timing it on purpose or if Jingliu was just too cooperative, but these newly acquired abilities always seemed to come in handy.
"You taught me a lot. At least when I encounter danger, I have a way to borrow your future power."
He weighed his words before speaking.
It was sounding more and more like he was a Debt King. So, when can I start my own Bond Form?
I want to tread on a Path too!
"Borrow my power?"
Little Jingliu blinked. The fragrant rice in her mouth seemed to lose its flavor. She pointed at the woman in the image.
"This is me!!"
This woman, who looked icy cold, wore a black silk blindfold, and even had a faint red glow emitting from the corners of her eyes—looking like an improper Big Demon at first glance—could be me? What kind of joke is this!
"Doesn't it look like you?"
Wangshu tilted his head to look at the card, then carefully scrutinized the young girl before him, who was still childish yet already showing signs of heroism.
For long-life species, appearance often remained stable for a long time after adulthood. The Foxian species was a typical example.
Therefore, the Little Jingliu before him and that future Sword Champion shared highly similar facial contours.
"...She looks so cold."
Little Jingliu muttered in a low voice and started shoveling rice again. However, thinking that Cangcheng would be destroyed in the normal historical timeline and that she would turn into this icy Big Demon appearance, it didn't seem incomprehensible... it just looked too cold.
She asked in a muffled voice: "Will I be hard to communicate with in the future?"
"No, you're actually quite easy to talk to."
Speaking of the future Jingliu, Wangshu's impression was that of a mad beauty who called him 'Little Brother' with every breath. But the Jingliu he had contacted in the chat group so far was indeed a bit too easy to talk to.
Is this the feeling of 'holding the Emperor hostage to command the vassals'?
Little Jingliu looked at the expression on Wangshu's face, which seemed to have fallen into some kind of memory. She was silent for a moment before asking a question she had been thinking about all along: "Do you still have a way to go back? To return to your original time or world..."
Wangshu's tone was calm: "Probably not."
But it didn't matter. He was an orphan anyway. After transmigrating, maybe he could even experience the intensity and beauty of the Paths.
Sigh. Little Jingliu sighed again, put down her bowl, cupped her chin in her hands, and looked at Wangshu, her eyes filled with complex emotions.
That means you were deceived by the future me. A long-life species' appearance is born from their heart; how could the future me possibly be easy to talk to?
This was all just to trick you into coming here!
The future me is too bad!
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