Chapter 132: Valkyrie

That was an excessively dull field, with blue sky, white clouds, and a blazing sun; the daily scenery never changed.

"How long have I been here? Ten years? Thirty years? Or a hundred..." Alekne, somewhat dazed, could no longer distinguish between dream and reality.

The chirping of insects and the summer wind were still by her ears; this place seemed no different from reality.

Memories and knowledge were small gifts included with the inheritance of a Heroic Soul, but for a mortal, this gift might be too heavy.

The longest stretch of Kuku's life was perhaps just like this: boring and helplessly tedious.

Alekne, suddenly reading this segment of memory, seemed to be gradually losing herself.

It seemed she was being assimilated by the memories; at least, the calmness from this ancient Heroic Soul was infecting her.

She did not know why she could still persist; clearly, every effort yielded no reward, and every wait ended in disappointment.

"This time, it should be a failure too." Even with the support of spells, every breeding cycle still took years.

And her work was to silently guard this field, then wait for the moment the result of failure appeared.

Adjust again, wait again, then harvest failure again.

Is it meaningful? I don't know.

Can it succeed? I don't know.

Did we go wrong from the very beginning? I don't know.

The lost her, or it, only knew that continuing forward might lead to a path.

Step by step, the original restlessness of the Dark Elf girl had long vanished; in this vast expanse of heaven and earth, the individual anxiety that originally belonged to her had long become meaningless.

She merely watched silently, waited silently, and tended silently.

Sometimes, Alekne would wake in a startle, knowing whose dream this was, and even knowing she could tear it apart and break free at any moment; but at such times, she would willingly sink into it.

"My troubles, it seems, were never really problems from the start..."

Compared to Kuku, the miserable life Alekne thought she had was simply paradise.

Her stress, her anxiety, her fear—speaking cruelly, much of it was self-inflicted.

"So, I was just unwilling, unwilling to be protected by my younger sister. Heh heh, how stupid I am. If it were Teacher Kuku, he would probably be very happy about this affection from a blood relative."

That childishness, anxiety, and fear faded away amidst harvest after harvest of failure.

She had already grown to love the days in the field, loving the possibility of one day waiting silently for a harvest.

No need for too much thought; just silently do what is in your hands, then wait for the harvest that might come.

"Uh, is it over?" But finally, this farming career suddenly ended.

She woke up.

Alekne Talabar woke in a mansion that seemed unusually empty compared to the past.

She also lived in the City Lord's Mansion because her sister worried that if they lived separately, her older sister might be gone by the next night.

Her sister had endured a day of bitter battle yesterday, and before dawn today, she went straight out.

What awaits the Goddess's Daughter will be an even more unbearable day.

Originally, the awakened Alekne should have spent another day calculating and worrying.

But this time, she silently got up to wash and arranged her day.

Today, I'll drink tea and read books in the garden; in the afternoon, I'll prepare some of her favorite small snacks for my returning sister.

After the anxiety and unease faded, and when truly looking at everything around her, her life did not seem so terrible.

"I have a wealthy life, relatives who care for me, and even a fairly high status... Perhaps I was too hasty. If I really want to change my life, let's take it slowly, starting with gaining my own power; afterwards, I'll talk with my sister."

By noon, she picked up the long-handled weapon she had nearly forgotten and began the martial arts training she had originally regarded as useless.

By afternoon, just as planned, and as if she were still a child, she began preparing snacks and tea for her sister.

Looking at the "twilight" outside, it was as if she saw that boundless field: No rush, no rush, I can take my time.

Even if I fail, it doesn't matter; if I am gone, there are others.

Even if others cannot do it, there is my genius sister; she will handle everything.

"Heh, even if she cannot do it either, it doesn't matter; she is already a sister worthy of my pride."

"Take one step further back; if I die, why worry so far ahead?" This mindset, infected by memories, might fade, but at this moment, her attitude had indeed changed; she seemed to have let go of many things.

"Crack!" But suddenly, she fell directly to the ground, causing a chorus of exclamations from the maids.

"W-what happened to me..." She felt weak all over, then fell into a deep sleep.

Waking up in bed again, Alekne still felt unwell all over.

Her voice was hoarse, her body temperature rose, and she was covered in sweat.

She seemed to feel her blood boiling.

"My power, my bloodline..."

Alekne felt that something inside her body was awakening.

"Could it be... Divine Blood?!"

The Talabar family are descendants of a God; her younger sister is even called the Goddess's Daughter, a being qualified to call a Deity "Mother."

This does not mean she is a direct biological child; in many eras there have been Divine Sons and Divine Daughters; they could not care less about the details. Sometimes it is the awakening of the bloodline's source, and sometimes it is the interference of a Deity.

The Talabar sisters were the latter; during their gestation, Lady Silver Vessel interfered and bestowed a Divine Oracle.

The Children of the Gods are important pawns of Deities interfering in the mortal world; when necessary, they are actively created, and the Dark Elf Pantheon and the Shadow Pantheon are among the most active and fond of using this tactic.

Perhaps from the very beginning, the Talabar sisters were born as "strategic weapons" for this city.

But unfortunately, the bestowed Divine Blood and Divine Power were all absorbed by the stronger younger sister.

This is normal; Divine Power substances possess a strong instinct to pursue the strong; they will actively seek a more suitable host, even if it is only slightly stronger.

"Mother..."

But at this moment, the abandoned child felt the scent of "Divine Bloodline."

In fact, even though ninety-nine percent of the divine power and divine blood were absorbed by the younger sister, a portion was still absorbed by their sibling, Arachne.

The prophecy of the Divine Child appeared before its birth; the eldest daughter, born with the bestowed name "Spider Goddess," became a laughingstock in the Dark Elf society. If not for the twin Divine Goddess born later, this joke would have become a shame that had to be washed away with blood.

Being able to retain this name originating from the Deity was already her younger sister's doing; even so, she was still mocked by everyone who knew, becoming "the pitiful joke that cannot be spoken of directly," "that pitiful little thing."

But now, this "joke" has finally sensed what originally belonged to her.

It is impossible to awaken the Divine Vein and become a Divine Goddess, because that requires highly concentrated divine blood and a vast amount of divine power, requiring the Deity to actively split their own power, which is also the reason why most Deities in the pantheon do not do this.

Only weak pantheons frequently interfere in the mortal realm to secure living space for their kin.

However, the "hardware" constituted by this divine power is already sufficient to serve as "soil," allowing the "seed of a towering tree" to grow.

"She" has awakened.

Faint red light seeped from the bloodline, vaguely forming a phantom silhouette in the air.

The power from the Shadow Realm might be the most fitting concept for twins.

Shadows are originally the reaction of "light and shadow" and "matter," or perhaps a kind of copy.

The origin of the Shadow World is already untraceable; it is said to be formed from the remains of one of the founding Goddess sisters. Some rumors claim it is the world's "backup," which will transform into a new Prime Material Plane after the destruction of the material Prime Plane.

Where there is light, there is shadow; the existence of the real universe naturally leaves a shadow, which is why the Shadow Plane of this multiverse is extremely powerful.

That is not something even a single Deity or a pantheon can possess; accurately speaking, those Shadow Deities are assimilated and used by the shadows, rather than the Shadow Deities possessing the World of Shadows.

At this moment, the divine bloodline originating from the Shadow World and the "Soul-Splitting Trait" originating from ancient heroic souls fused together.

The abilities of Copying (Shadow) and Soul-Splitting (Multiple Thought Lines) fused together, ultimately hatching a strange fruit.

【Heroic Soul Candidate, Arachne Talabar, Soul Ability Awakened!】

At the same time, a notification flashed across the Heroic Soul Codex.

A large amount of blood flowed from her body, combining with the shadow power she had rejected, finally forming a phantom silhouette, a humanoid figure exactly like her!

"I am... Verna."

That woman's face was beautiful yet heroic; although the features were nearly identical, the temperament was completely different.

Arachne was stunned; this was clearly her power, how did it turn into her younger sister!

【Arachne Talabar's Shadow Valkyrie (Diamond): Construct a perfect self, a self that might have inherited the divine blood...】

【If only I were the younger sister, help me, sister — Arachne Talabar】

"Ugh." The moment the "Valkyrie" awakened, the flow of time in the entire world paused for an instant; the next moment, a massive fissure opened, and a pillar of fire shot up into the sky.

The entire city saw that pillar of fire carrying divine power!

And as a low-level priestess of Lady Silver Vase, being one of the Deity's coordinates in the Prime Material Plane, this level of divine power fluctuation (though the newborn is still weak, it is a divine power creature) naturally attracted the attention of its master.

The Deity cast their gaze down at this moment.

Then, It seemed to smile.

Holy songs descended from the heavens; a meteor tore through the rift in space and crashed straight down.

"Boom!"

The City Lord's residence was directly shattered, but in the middle of that deep pit, a long spear burning with flames was blazing fiercely.

"Snap!"

The newborn Valkyrie floated up, with flames forming wings around her.

She picked up the divinely bestowed spear born for her, waved it gently, and the flames transformed into a feathered cloak and light armor covering her body.

The newborn Valkyrie was thus born.

Arachne Talabar was still dazed when she was suddenly picked up.

"Boom!" She was carried directly flying south to the battlefield where fighting had resumed once more; there, their true sisters were slaughtering each other.

"Sister, I will protect you," the Valkyrie lowered her head and said gently.

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"Li En, if I accept this power, can another me be generated to bear all of this? Can all the troublesome matters be handed over to her?"

On the same day, facing Miss Shaliman's expectant face, Li En was completely stunned.

Those with strong inner selves crave to become stronger, but those who are not so strong expect someone else to handle everything for them.

(End of Chapter)