Apocalyptic Era: Starting from picking up a Bishoujo
Chapter 559 - 525 Candlelight

Chapter 559: 525 Candlelight

"Can this kind of thing actually be done?" I was surprised.

"It can be done, or rather, this should be the correct application of the Power of Right Positioning Heavenly Phenomena." Little Bowl was very patient, "As long as I pray devoutly, I can unleash the power of blessing to strengthen you.

"Of course, this kind of enhancement can’t directly make your power stronger. It might work for others, but you’re too powerful. It’s like pouring a small cup of water into a large cup; you’ll see the change in the water level. But if you pour it into a big bucket, noticeable changes are hard to see.

"Similarly, I can’t give you abilities you don’t have, or let you do things you can’t possibly do. If it’s something I can do myself, I might try to synchronize it with you, like letting you freely use your Flame Power in the Void Realm... But that’s established on the premise that you’re originally a Void Envoy who possesses the Power of Divine Seal Fragments and has a strong connection with the Void Realm, which isn’t a complete break from this principle.

"But merely enhancing some aspects of yours, I can certainly do easily, like strengthening your connection with the ’Firefly,’ or greatly shortening the efficiency of you learning new things.

"Brother Zhuang Cheng, you mentioned you need a long time to adapt to the chaos of the Doomsday Era. I can also help you with that later."

This last sentence is truly a delightful piece of news.

"Even if it’s only strengthening certain aspects of Impermanence’s abilities, that’s still quite remarkable," I said. "You’re far more impressive than the Power of Right Positioning Heavenly Phenomena I’ve heard of before..."

"Perhaps it’s because my Power of Right Positioning Heavenly Phenomena was reinforced by the Power of Divine Seal Fragments," Little Bowl said. "The reason I could wield my power in the Doomsday Era and consistently find the right escape route in such chaotic space-time, evading the pursuit of the Catastrophe Demon, is all thanks to this...

"When I’m with Sister Mazao, I can only become slightly luckier and easily perceive others’ emotions, but it’s nowhere near as powerful as now."

The mysterious woman was able to teleport me, the Impermanence, directly from the battlefield of the Black Tortoise Great Demon using the Power of Divine Seal Fragments. More precisely, it’s her original superpower that was transformed by the Power of Divine Seal Fragments to interfere with me.

This is a force that can fundamentally reverse the magnitude of power, though ultimately, it’s because the source of the Power of Divine Seal Fragments—the ultimate Divine Artifact itself—possesses a magnitude that surpasses everything.

"No time to waste; let’s act now and see what the ’Firefly’ is really about," Little Bowl looked at me. "First, I need to achieve Spiritual Synchronization with Brother Zhuang Cheng and grasp your connection with the ’Firefly.’"

"Okay." Familiar with the process, I reached out with my left hand.

Little Bowl stepped slightly closer, gently wrapping my palm with her small hands.

Though she doesn’t have combat strength to hunt monsters and evils, in Luo Mountain’s classification system, she can be considered a unique demon hunter, classified under the domain of White Evil. When she actively uses her powers, I can also feel the faint mana fluctuations emanating from her.

In the Void Realm, due to the gray mist, even when Little Bowl uses her power, it’s hard for me to detect these subtle fluctuations. Seeing her wield her power in reality is a first. So, taking this opportunity, I tried analyzing the frequency of these mana fluctuations.

Little Bowl’s power fluctuations are composed of two parts. One part is the Power of Divine Seal Fragments I’m very familiar with. Ignoring this part, the rest is Little Bowl’s own mana fluctuations. For demon hunters, mana fluctuations are crucial clues to identify their true identity, and even the skill to disguise mana fluctuations can’t really hide from the eyes of Impermanence.

And under my observation, Little Bowl’s mana fluctuations present a frequency similar to Zhu Shi’s.

It’s not to say they’re completely identical to Zhu Shi I’ve met, but there is some distinct difference. However, mana is mostly the power of human minds and souls, and human hearts aren’t unchanging, so mana fluctuations can also change, sometimes drastically. Even so, there’s still a "core that remains unchanged."

Little Bowl’s mana fluctuations compared to Zhu Shi’s could easily be judged as "the same person under different mental states" without any flaw. If neither had said they’re not the same person, I wouldn’t suspect Little Bowl was Zhu Shi or Zhu Jiuxing.

Moreover, when she activated her power, Little Bowl’s eyes also changed color, from black to a clear, crystal blue.

This part is similar to the Zhu Shi I know. The difference lies in that when Zhu Shi activates ’Buzhou Mountain,’ her personality becomes oddly transformed, turning the usually humble her into the cold and ruthless Luoshan Impermanence.

Yet Little Bowl remains serene and cute, with her faintly glowing lake-blue eyes adding a magical allure to her.

Then, like a young nun devoutly praying while holding a cross, she gently closed her exceptionally beautiful eyes, entering a meditation state.

The familiar feeling, like using a paper cup phone, arose in my heart. My spirit and Little Bowl’s seemed connected by a fine string. The other end of the string was Little Bowl’s inner world. The string seemed to be gently tugged, as if Little Bowl were testing whether we were properly connected.

To better concentrate my perception, I closed my eyes as well.

Through the subtle vibration of the "string," I could capture faint noises from the other side, as if putting my ear to a conch. That was Little Bowl’s inner voice.

Human psychological activities are generally fragmented, so those with the ability to directly hear or see others’ mental activity often can’t immediately see what others are specifically thinking, at most roughly discerning the emotions behind it. To achieve comic-like mind reading, either requires extensive training or acquiring stronger mind-reading superpowers.

Little Bowl’s emotions flooded into my heart like flowing water. There were vigilance and unease—towards the surrounding environment; goodwill and reassurance—towards me; and uncontrollable shyness and anxiety—due to her psychological activities being sensed by me.

Regarding exposing one’s inner thoughts, I’m actually a bit shy too. Anyone would feel so, it’s unavoidable. At this moment, Little Bowl should also sense my mental activity. Though it’s not our first Spiritual Synchronization, being face-to-face in reality offers a bit of freshness.

"Brother Zhuang Cheng, let’s begin." Little Bowl’s intentionally calm voice echoed in my mind through telepathy.

I started exploring the tenuous link between myself and the elusive "Firefly." Though challenging and demanding, I’ve experienced success more than once. Soon enough, I managed to grasp this transparent link and actively transmitted this observation through the Spiritual Synchronization connection with Little Bowl.

"Hmm..."

For Little Bowl, this was probably excessively transparent, equivalent to reading white paint words on a white paper surface, requiring some time to interpret and digest.

Moments later, she seemed to have grasped the key points and said, "Then it’s time for me to exert my strength. Brother Zhuang Cheng, please focus."

"Go ahead." I said.

In response to my reply, Little Bowl’s mana gradually penetrated into the link between me and the "Firefly."

The original state of this connection was like a transparent plastic bag shredded into strands finer than hair and then submerging one strand into a basin of clear water, making it difficult to distinguish its state underwater by visual sight. Despite feeling its presence when stirring the water, it slipped through fingers and palms, impossible to catch.

Little Bowl’s power was like sunlight shining down, reflecting the shape and position of the plastic strand. Seeing this, I accurately pinched the strand with my "fingers" and lifted it from the "clear water."

On the other end of the strand was the location of the "Firefly." I imagined myself picking up another "paper cup phone" and attached the strand to it, judging the state of the place where the "Firefly" was through the strand’s subtle vibrations.

Then, I "listened," and "observed."

The "Firefly’s" essence wasn’t a Catastrophe Demon, nor anything particularly special.

It turned out to be merely a candle, a white candle halfway burned, and what’s connected to my spirit is precisely the tiny flame atop this candle.

This candle was carelessly placed on a spot on the floor, surrounded by a closed indoor space with no doors or windows, no decorations, with concrete gray as the base color. It was about two-thirds the size of a classroom, with lonely gray shelves scattered everywhere, like a convenience store gone bankrupt.