Chapter 437: Awakening

The carriage fell silent for a few seconds, Heimu looked at those two lines of commands, his mouth twitched, and finally could only say two words: "Alright."

She knew she couldn't escape.

The two Star Gods gave her no room to refuse; besides, with this double protection, the threat from Kaka's purpose was temporarily lifted, which was an unexpected joy.

But this Destruction Task still had to be done; she just couldn't truly destroy the Xingyue World, so she had to think of a way to stage a play and fool Nankuk and Aha.

She leaned back onto the sofa, raised her hand to wipe her face, and in a tone tinged with self‑mockery said, "What a pitiful, miserable creature, being pushed around, without even the Qualification to say no."

Complaints aside, the matter still had to be done.

She steadied herself and looked at the system: "What is the current Repair Degree? Has Pinokanni's data analysis been completed?"

System: Pinokanni Third World line data partial analysis completed, Repair Degree raised to 63.00%. Did not reach the 65% Cooperative Combat unlock threshold, did not reach the 75% Bai E permission coverage threshold.

"63%, huh."

Heimu nodded, now having a number in mind.

That figure was a bit higher than she had expected; with a little more collection, she should be able to reach the 65% threshold.

She tapped the Light Screen with her finger and said, "Connect me to the Suppression Force; I have something to tell them."

Since a fake Destruction had to be staged, cooperation from the Suppression Force was inevitable.

After all, the Xingyue World is their territory; to make the act realistic, they still needed to set the stage.

Perspective shift.

When daylight broke, Bai Hang finally woke from the chaos.

The first sensation as consciousness returned was a sore waist and back, as if someone had pressed her onto a hard stone slab all night, with aching in every joint.

Next came a burning in her throat, fiery and tinged with a strong chili flavor that shot up into her nasal cavity, making her furrow her brows and sneeze.

She groggily opened her eyes to see a pristine bathtub wall, warm water up to her waist and abdomen, with a thin veil of steam on the surface.

"Hm?"

Bai Hang let out a low murmur of confusion; her mind was a blank, severely fragmented.

She blinked, looked around; an unfamiliar bathroom, an unfamiliar bathtub, even the faucet's design exuded a delicacy she had never seen, completely unlike the style of Xianzhou she knew.

Who am I? Where am I? What did I do last night?

The three questions swirled in her mind, making her head buzz.

She tried to recall, only remembering that she followed a strange scent into a small shop, where the warm yellow light illuminated a man in a white apron, and then she ordered a bowl of noodles—a bowl of terrifyingly red noodles…

After that, she remembered nothing, as if someone had wiped her clean with a rag, a total blank.

Bai Hang shifted her body, trying to prop herself against the bathtub wall to sit up, but her hand slipped and she almost fell back into the water.

She steadied herself against the wall and only then realized she was wearing nothing; her underclothes had vanished.

"Eh?!"

Bai Hang panicked instantly, flailing her hands over herself, eyes wide, "Where's my clothing?!"

Her voice was hoarse from just waking, with a hint of panic.

In the chaos, she glanced at the sink beside the bathtub and saw a set of clothes—a sailor uniform with a navy‑blue bow tie and navy‑blue pleated skirt, simple in style, exuding a fresh, youthful vibe.

Bai Hang hesitated, then reached out and took the garment; the fabric was soft.

Her inner confusion deepened: who had brought her here?

She dared not think further, quickly used a nearby towel to dry herself and slipped into the sailor uniform.

The uniform fit perfectly, as if made for her, though the sleeves were slightly short, exposing a sliver of pale wrist, and the pleated skirt reached just to the knees, making Bai Hang feel a bit awkward, as if something was missing.

She walked to the sink and looked at herself in the mirror.

Her snow‑white long hair fell over her shoulders, her azure eyes clear and bright, features delicate, much the same as when she was on Xianzhou.

Only the girl in the mirror had no Fox Ears on either side of her forehead, nor a fluffy fox tail at her waist; her smooth skin and unremarkable human form reminded her that she was now in a strange world.

Bai Hang raised her hand to the spot where her ears should be, finding emptiness, no familiar furry sensation, and felt an inexplicable sense of loss.

She pressed her lips together, suppressing the inner panic, and pushed open the bathroom door.

Outside was a short corridor with light‑brown wooden flooring; sunlight streamed through the window at the far end, casting dappled shadows on the floor.

She followed the light forward, opened the door at the corridor's end, and saw a living room.

On the sofa in the living room sat a familiar figure.

Gray hair at shoulder length, a few strands of bangs covering part of the forehead, golden eyes lowered, gaze fixed on a magazine on her lap, expression blank, still that cold, icy demeanor.

It's A Xing!

Bai Hang's eyes lit up instantly, as if finding light in darkness; all her previous panic vanished the moment she saw A Xing.

She almost instinctively rushed forward, but her haste nearly caused her to trip over a coffee‑table leg, stumbling before regaining her balance.

"A Xing!"

Her voice carried an unmistakable excitement, with a hint of morning hoarseness, "It's really you!"

A Xing heard the voice, lifted his head, his golden eyes looked at her without any ripple, as if he had long known she would awaken.

He nodded at Bai Hang, as a response, then lowered his head again, continuing to read the magazine on his lap, movements fluid and unbroken.

Bai Hang rushed to the sofa, eyes sparkling: "A Xing, did you also get transported to this world?"

A Xing's gaze left the magazine, settled on Bai Hang's face, lingered a few seconds, then said two words: "Sort of."

Her voice remained flat, without any inflection, exactly as before.

Bai Hang blinked, and the doubts resurfaced: "What about the master? Did she also come? And how did you find me? What exactly happened last night? Why can't I remember anything?"

Her questions poured out like a rapid‑fire barrage, spoken at a machine‑gun pace.

A Xing, however, barely acknowledged her, merely shaking his head to indicate he didn't know, then turned his gaze back to the magazine.

Bai Hang, seeing his unflappable demeanor, didn't feel discouraged, having long been accustomed to A Xing's taciturn silence.

She paused, recalled her Task, and hurriedly asked, "Has the master given us a new Task? I can't reach the master now, I've lost my previous powers, I can't even summon the Ice Bow, I'm just an ordinary person, unable to do anything."

She said, raised her hand to try, attempting to summon her Ice Bow, but her palm was empty.

She felt instantly a bit discouraged; without power, she was like a toothless fox, even self‑preservation was a problem, let alone carrying out the Task.

A Xing heard her words and finally put down the magazine in his hand.

She lifted her head, golden eyes gazing into the void ahead, as if communicating with someone.

Bai Hang knew she was communicating with Black Curtain Lady via the system link.

A few seconds later, A Xing's gaze fell back on Bai Hang, and in an even tone relayed Heimu's command: "The lady means you don't need to worry about the connection for now; it will be re‑established after a while. The current order is to obey the local Rule and join the Holy Grail Battle."

As soon as the words finished, A Xing raised his right hand.

Following her gaze, Bai Hang saw on the back of her right hand three vivid red markings, twisted as if painted with blood, exuding a mysterious aura.

That was a Command Spell.