Chapter 755: Sister Complex

XiaDie lifted her head.

Her light‑purple pupils were still those light‑purple pupils, but the sheen in her eye sockets had become completely different from before.

No longer gentle and calm, with a hint of detached serenity, but something deeper and scorching, as if something long suppressed had finally found an outlet.

Her lips curved slightly upward, more genuine than the faint, half‑present smile before, genuine enough to make a hair on Heimu's nape stand up.

"Since you have seen it,"

XiaDie's voice remained gentle, but beneath the gentleness was a completely different layer, like finding an undissolved grain of salt in warm milk, "Then I need not hide it any longer."

Heimu watched her slowly rise from the soft chair; the flower buds on her skirt swayed gently with the movement, and the butterfly‑like ribbons behind her cast two long shadows in the warm yellow light.

She stood before the low table, her pallid face illuminated from above by the cocoon‑shaped chandelier, her eye sockets sunk in two soft shadows, the light‑purple pupils shining astonishingly at the center of the darkness.

"You ask whether Bo Lu Qia Ya is present,"

XiaDie's voice was as light as the first two lines of a lullaby, "She is. She certainly is. She has always been. From the very first second I reappeared in this world, she has been there, behind that door, unable to go anywhere."

She tilted her head slightly, the hollow‑style braids sliding from her shoulder to her back, the smile at the corner of her mouth deepening a bit, "You don't think I would let her out, do you?"

Heimu said nothing.

She simply leaned her back against the chair back, casually resting her right hand on the armrest, her left hand on the hat atop her knees, her violet‑black eyes calmly watching the pale violet girl before her who was gradually shedding every disguise.

It's here.

"Bo Lu Qia Ya is my sister. A twin‑born kin. The only person in this world who has ever shared a heartbeat with me."

XiaDie took a step forward, the heels of her purple high‑heels producing a light tap on the stone slab floor, "Her outline is identical to mine, her voice identical to mine, when she closes her eyes she is as quiet as a flower that has not yet bloomed. Do you know that feeling? A person whose blood runs with yours, her breathing rhythm matches yours, her body temperature differs from yours by only a fraction of a degree. She is another copy of you in this world, but she is more fragile, softer, and needs protection more."

She slowly raised her hand, pressing it to her own chest, her fingertips sliding along the curve, "So beautiful, so fragile. How could I let anyone see her? How could I let her leave that room? The world outside holds too many dangers, too many unknowns, too much malice. If she steps out even a single step, she could be hurt, frightened, or taken away by someone."

"So you are protecting her," Heimu finally spoke, his tone flat.

"Protect."

XiaDie repeated the word, her tongue chewing it between her teeth for half a second, then letting out a laugh, "Right. Protect. Keep her in a place only I can reach, so no one's gaze falls upon her. Every meal she eats is cooked by me, every piece of clothing she wears is changed by me, the first person she sees when she wakes is me, and the last person she sees before she sleeps is also me."

She paused, her voice suddenly softer and gentler, "She needs no one. Except her sister."

Heimu watched the swirling light in those light‑purple pupils, silently resetting XiaDie's header entry panel in his mind.

The perverted fan‑fiction girl he had seen earlier was still hanging, the two unknown entries remained locked, but the first lock had automatically opened after the words just spoken.

The unlocked icon displayed a few words—Sister Complex.

A parenthesis followed, containing three characters: Extremist.

Good.

Very good.

Aha's first encrypted entry for XiaDie was Sister Complex (Extremist); the reason for encryption was probably that the nature of the entry was so conspicuous that its traits could be inferred from behavior even without unlocking.

What truly needed encryption was what followed.

Heimu inhaled deeply, deciding to probe further.

"You bound your sister to the bed."

Her tone remained calm, "She has something stuffed in her mouth. She is struggling. Is that also part of the protection?"

"She's just throwing a tantrum."

XiaDie's voice returned to that faint gentleness, "Children are ignorant, always thinking the outside world is fun. When she grows up she'll understand. Sister does it for her good. And she's so cute—so cute that once anyone sees her, they'll covet her. Those wandering souls, those wayward spirits on the passage, the way they look at her—I don't like it."

Heimu opened his mouth slightly.

She had originally thought XiaDie would keep dragging her feet, go around in circles, try to shift the topic away from Bo Lu Qia Ya.

Instead, the other party laid everything bare, ten times more thoroughly than she had anticipated.

Moreover, her expression control was already on the brink of collapse; a faint blush rose on XiaDie's cheeks, her pupils dilated slightly, and her lips moved a few beats faster than normal speech.

Then XiaDie reached out, her slender pale fingers landing on a stack of parchment on the low table that Heimu had not noticed, gently turning over the top page.

Her nails, painted a light‑purple, glimmered faintly with a pearlescent sheen under the light.

She then lifted the whole stack, cradling it in both hands as she turned toward Heimu.

"You may think I have gone too far. Regarding my sister, I indeed have some selfish motives."

She stepped forward, handing the papers to Heimu, her light‑purple pupils flashing faintly in the warm yellow light, "But it isn't only for myself. These are things I spent a long time writing. Ms. A Ge Lai Ya's golden thread, His Majesty Ke Lv De La's decree, Professor Ke Xia's treatise, Lord Wan Di's war pattern, Professor Ti Bao's Hundred Realms Gate, Miss Xi Lian's Memory fragments… all excellent material."

Her fingertips brushed the paper lightly, moving slowly along the strokes as if caressing something precious, "I wrote them down, compiled them into a volume. Every possibility, every scene, was meticulously conceived by me. Please have a look."

Heimu frowned and took the stack of papers.

What is this?

She opened the parchment to the first page. Her gaze fell upon it.

The first line of text burst onto her retina; her brain took roughly a few tenths of a second to confirm she hadn't misread.

The title read: "Blood of War and Gold: The Night of Hanging‑Edge City's Fall · Wan Di × Ke Xia".

She turned to the second page.

Title: "Reflection of the Holy Spring: His Majesty Ke Lv De La and Commander HaiSeYin's Secret Talk".

Third page: "Earth Beast Breeding Guide: Laigu Shi × Nikadoli Pup".