Apocalyptic Era: Starting from picking up a Bishoujo
Chapter 57 - 54 Doomsday Girls Dating 3

Chapter 57: 54 Doomsday Girls Dating 3

"Mazao, over the past few days, I’ve investigated your identity," I said, "not as a visitor from the Doomsday Era, but for the body you are currently using."

"...Hmm."

Mazao continued to sip her bagged sweet soy milk, her expression was unsurprised. As an accomplice, it was normal to investigate those around you. She had also investigated my room, wanting to know more about me.

"You must have awakened in a certain hospital at first, and then you immediately disappeared from the ward. At that time, you must have used the Space Transfer ability you mentioned, right? But perhaps you still don’t know that the original owner of this body you’re using now was also called ’Mazao,’" I said. "She was in a coma for unknown reasons, a vegetative state, before your arrival, remaining unconscious."

Upon hearing this, her ears slowly perked up, and her attention became very focused.

It seemed that the information I was telling her was indeed something she did not know, and she was drawn in.

And the more important part was yet to come.

"I have a few well-connected friends in university. I asked them to make some inquiries. Although they only managed to pick up bits and pieces..." I continued speaking, observing her reaction.

True to being a visitor from the Doomsday Era, who hadn’t experienced the intoxication of the internet, she seemed not reflexively suspicious of my ability to "create friends out of thin air." Seeing this, I went on: "...I heard that the reason the body’s original owner became a vegetable was due to a mysterious disease known as ’soul loss.’"

"Soul loss..." She seemed both confused and suddenly understanding.

"I’m not very clear on what exactly soul loss is, only that now many people have become its victims. And based on its name, it led me to some speculation..." I said, "You earlier mentioned that your soul was damaged, and you were looking to heal your soul, so can you feel another soul’s presence within this body?"

"I can’t feel it," she shook her head. "Logically, a body without a soul should fall into a dead state. But when I entered this body, it was still operating normally, yet the soul seemed to have already flown away."

Her statement was tantamount to admitting she was a "soul transference."

Perhaps because I had provided her with information unknown to her, she was willing to share a bit more: "Furthermore, for some unknown reason, this body has an extremely high degree of similarity to my original body, and the compatibility with my soul is also very high, as if it was specially prepared for me. If it weren’t for the fact that the body’s original owner had her own identity in this world, I might even mistake myself for having traveled through with my original body."

"In that case, is there a possibility—" I revealed my trump card, "that you’ve been a person from this world from the very start, and you’d simply had a nightmare called ’Doomsday,’ from which you’ve finally awakened?"

She answered unshakably: "If all that were a dream, it wouldn’t explain the source of my blessing power."

"How can you, currently unable to use your blessing power, prove the real existence of your blessing power?" I probed on purpose.

"Didn’t you mention it before? I disappeared from the ward using Space Transfer," she said.

"That’s just hearsay. I’m more convinced by what I see with my own eyes."

"...Alright." She thought for a moment, "Right now, I should be able to use the blessing power on the premise of not damaging my soul, just enough to prove it to you."

After saying that, she finished her bagged sweet soy milk in one gulp, and then showed me the empty packaging bag.

I was puzzled but also eagerly anticipatory, quietly watching.

What happened next thoroughly convinced me of her self-proclaimed "blessing power."

She held the empty packaging bag in her hands, her gaze focused on it. The next moment, a small area of space where the packaging bag was became visibly distorted, as if the surface of water reflecting a scene was being violently stirred with a stick.

This distortion lasted only a moment. After the space settled, the bag filled with sweet soy milk reappeared in her hands.

—Time had been reversed!

But was it really time reversal? Or some other similar phenomenon?

What did this have to do with "Space Transfer"? Or perhaps, did she possess more than one type of "blessing power"?

Regardless, she had finally met the expectations I’d held for so long. Although I knew she was very special, it was not until this moment, in such a direct form, that she had displayed her uniqueness in front of me.

Now, she practically shone before my eyes.

"I’m not at liberty to reveal the core of my abilities, but as you can see, this is the best proof that my experiences are not a dream," she said seriously.

"Since you’ve gone this far, I have no choice but to believe you," I had to concede, and then said, "Could there be another possibility: that you are still a person from our world, it’s just that your soul traveled to the Doomsday Era, where you forgot your real past, and then traveled back to the present world?"

"Forgotten?"

I had just thrown the idea out there without much hope, but to my surprise, she fell into deep thought.

Could there be a chance?

After a moment, she shook her head again, "The problem with your theory is serious, why would two different eras produce two bodies so similar in appearance, even to the point of having identical names?"

I noted her strange reaction from before and then replied, "Perhaps the Doomsday Era happened in another world, and you and this body’s original owner are the same person from different worlds; or maybe the original owner of this body is your mother, who gave birth to you after Doomsday had begun, gave you the same name as herself, and the likeness in appearance is because you are mother and daughter."

"Putting aside the former possibility for the moment, if it’s the latter, then wouldn’t it mean that the daughter I give birth to in the future will become me, then travel back to become my mother, and give birth to me?" She first stared in disbelief, then quickly shook her head, "No, no, that’s preposterous. That kind of causal relationship is based on the assumption that the future is unchangeable, and my goal is to change the future..."

"Perhaps you think all these hypotheses are flights of fancy, but I believe they are all worth considering seriously," I was not joking with her, "Doomsday, time travel, oddities, superpowers... which of these is not absurd? Compared to these, are the possibilities I just raised really so implausible?"

"Maybe you have a point, but I still can’t believe it," she said cautiously, "Also, you mentioned earlier that ’soul loss’ has many sufferers..."

"If you really are a soul from this era that traveled to the Doomsday Era and then back again, then soul loss could very well be the trigger for your travels. And that means the souls of other soul loss sufferers may have also traveled to the Doomsday Era." I laid out my analysis, "Do you have any leads on this?"

"I never heard anything about traveling to and from another era while I was in the Doomsday Era," she flatly denied, "Moreover, I was born and raised in the Doomsday Era. Though I have forgotten a lot from my past, this much I am certain of."

"What’s with the forgetting?" I felt like I might have latched onto a crucial piece of information and added, "To determine whether the soul loss sufferers have traveled to the Doomsday Era is actually quite simple. You just need to recall the names of the people you knew before, and then we can cross-reference them with the data on the soul loss sufferers."

"Unfortunately, I can’t even remember the names of those people anymore..." she sighed, "Besides, Zhuang Cheng, didn’t you say we were going to part ways today? Why talk as if we’re going to continue acting together in the future?"

With that, she fell silent.

It seemed my "interview" had yet to pass.

I just had to be patient and continue with the plan, leading her to the nearby aquarium.

Entrance to the Saltwater City Aquarium required the purchase of tickets, and buying tickets required showing an ID card. Needless to say, Mazao didn’t carry an ID card, but in this case, where I, an adult, was accompanying a minor, I could purchase her ticket for her.

I couldn’t remember the last time I had been to a place like an aquarium; the last time might have been a school field trip in elementary school. After stepping into the exhibition corridor, it was like entering the time of my childhood. On both sides were transparent glass walls, behind which a variety of marine animals swam about. The dimly lit hallway was strewn with shimmering waves of light, creating a dreamy, romantic atmosphere.

Mazao followed close behind me, curiously observing the marine creatures swimming around, but couldn’t help asking, "This place, do you have to show ID to enter?"

"Yes, but it’s quite normal for someone your age not to have received an ID card yet, as long as I go ahead and help purchase the ticket," I continued to showcase my value, "There are many similar places in today’s society."

She must have seen through my intention, speaking in a persuasive tone, "Zhuang Cheng, by being with me, you will only become unhappy.

"Perhaps you think that if things go south, you can just have a change of heart at that time, but the bad influence I bring you won’t disappear so quickly. For instance... are you still in contact with your friends?"

She must have been referring to Changan... I answered, "After he last came knocking, we’ve only seen each other once."

"Then, even if my influence reaches to the friends of those around me, he must be fine now," she said with conviction, "But it’s different for you, Zhuang Cheng. It’s been five days since we met. Even if I leave you now, you would still have to wait that long for the influence to completely dissipate. We can no longer continue together."

"Why can’t I, yet your friend can?" I countered.

She seemed completely taken aback by my sudden question, "What?"

"You mentioned it the first time you talked to me about Doomsday, didn’t you? That you originally had a friend, but you weren’t able to escape with them from the Great Demon’s pursuit, and instead, you accidentally transferred to this era."

I had never forgotten a word she mentioned in front of me.

"Or are you saying you just made it up and there really isn’t such a friend? If they do exist, why can’t I be your friend?"

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