Chapter 68: Miracles and Magic Aren

A body honed by long training, a rugged face, bulging muscles, and a fierce gaze—his strong, angular lines made Jia Ji look more like the owner of this minimalist room.

Yet his age and appearance didn’t match—he, a figure like a yakuza boss, now bowed deeply with both hands clasped before a frail girl, pleading with utmost sincerity:

“Please help me.”

On the table sat a small glass bottle containing a modest amount of dull-colored blood.

Nagato Yuki nodded expressionlessly, extending two delicate, porcelain-white hands, hovering half a foot apart as they gently enclosed the glass bottle.

Then she spoke, her light, cool voice reciting in a language Jia Ji couldn’t understand—at a speed rivaling rapid divine incantations.

Suddenly, an inexplicable change occurred within the bottle: the blood began churning violently, bubbles of all sizes rising as if boiling, their explosive bursts shaking the bottle left and right.

Yet the bottle, as if bound by an invisible force, remained perfectly upright no matter how violently it swayed.

After several more seconds, everything settled, as if nothing had happened.

But the substance within the bottle was no longer human blood—it had become an unknown transparent liquid.

If the girl were now wearing a magic hat, draped in a black cloak, and surrounded by mysterious potions, she would perfectly fit the stereotype of an evil witch or alchemist.

“Is that it?”

“It’s done,” Nagato Yuki replied calmly, having just completed a connection with the Information Integration Consciousness.

Indeed, the miraculous cure capable of healing even terminal illnesses had been made with effortless ease.

In truth, had Jia Qi’s blood not contained information from another world—requiring time for analysis—Nagato Yuki could have completed the task in an instant.

For this “big moe goddess” with glasses, whose actual age is under three years old—miracles and magic aren’t free; they’re… wholesale!

For Nagato Yuki and others like her—humanoid contact devices for organic lifeforms possessing information manipulation abilities—nothing in this world is difficult, except creating information ex nihilo.

Whether pausing time, shifting space, imbuing objects with properties, or controlling natural phenomena—all miracles, magic, or impossible feats in human eyes—can be achieved through information manipulation, provided one ignores side effects.

But creating information ex nihilo—that is the realm of “something from nothing”—and it has stymied the Information Integration Consciousness for nearly as long as the universe’s history…

A turning point emerged over two years ago, when the Information Integration Consciousness detected an anomalous bright spot on a blue planet in the solar system—an information spark erupted from a region of the Bow Islands, instantly engulfing the entire planet and spreading outward into space.

The epicenter of that “information explosion” was ‘Suzumiya Haruhi’.

At the time, she was merely a first-year middle school student, broadcasting to the entire universe a message: “I’m here.”

Standing at the center of the world, she called out for supernatural maidens, drawing countless eyes to this tiny planet called Earth.

Humans are unique; among all beings the Information Integration Consciousness has encountered, few have evolved to such a level of intelligence.

And among them, Suzumiya Haruhi was especially extraordinary.

She might be the god of this world.

The very ability the Information Integration Consciousness had long pursued suddenly manifested in this girl.

‘Suzumiya Haruhi’ possesses the power to create worlds and information, destroy the original world, and manipulate reality with a single thought—this is precisely why the Information Integration Consciousness sent Nagato Yuki to observe her: they sought to uncover the method of information creation to achieve self-evolution.

Of course, Jia Qi knew that perhaps the Information Integration Consciousness’s history was only three years, and the world’s history only fifteen—perhaps they were all created subconsciously by Suzumiya Haruhi.

Everything existed merely to conform to the setting, appearing natural and effortless.

Suzumiya Haruhi simply made a request, and the universe beneath her obeyed like a loyal subordinate, tirelessly filling in the details to satisfy her demands, making everything both ordinary and extraordinary.

“The Information Integration Consciousness judges that contact with you will aid self-evolution.”

Just before the next observational turning point, the humanoid contact device named “Nagato Yuki” reported an anomaly to the Information Integration Consciousness—a “Manjukyou” that appeared only before her, undetectable by any means.

“Request permission for observation.”

Within the Information Integration Consciousness, some believed Nagato Yuki had malfunctioned, experiencing a “hallucination” unique to humans—though this possibility was minimal—while others argued that if the “Manjukyou” chat group she described truly existed, it offered another potential path to self-evolution.

“Permission granted.”

When Jia Qi, an outsider from another world with no trace of existence on Earth, crossed over, he proved the truth of Nagato Yuki’s report.

He appeared abruptly, suddenly, without warning—no matter the dimension or timeline observed, no trace of him could be found; even after his arrival, the timeline tangled like a knotted mess, tightly wrapped around him, where even the slightest movement could spawn countless possibilities.

Most known time-travel methods lost effectiveness near him.

Yet he could be captured with the simplest means—by the eye.

He was like a ghost wandering beyond this world.

The Information Integration Consciousness, in an instant, engaged in ultra-high-density information exchange, proposed countless hypotheses and guesses, and deployed innumerable detection methods—all unknown to Jia Qi, who had already achieved his goal and was now cheerfully reaching for the glass bottle on the table.

“Huh?”

Couldn’t move it.

His expression changed slightly; he strained harder.

Still utterly unmoved.

Jia Qi’s face flushed red, his arm muscles bulging violently—the immense strength capable of dragging a road roller could not budge the seemingly ordinary glass bottle even a centimeter, as if he were wrestling against space itself.

“Huff!”

Gave up.

Before turning a questioning gaze toward Nagato Yuki, Jia Qi first felt her gaze upon him.

“W-what did you do?”

As that emotionless, mechanical gaze—yet carrying a faint, peculiar ripple—fell upon him, his warrior’s keen spiritual sense erupted in frantic alarm; Jia Qi instantly sensed something was wrong.

Cold sweat began pouring.

Yes! Miracles and magic are free for the “big moe goddess”—but for the “big moe goddess,” they come with a real price.

In response to Jia Qi’s request for the healing potion, Nagato Yuki set the condition—

“You want me to hit Suzumiya Haruhi? Are you serious?!”

Actually, the Heavenly Dome Domain believes Sasaki is the god, but there can be only one sun in my heart—Haruhi alone!

The theory of the Phantom God is heresy, heresy!

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(End of Chapter)