Deducing Godhood from the Fetal Stage

Chapter 47 Is this world sick?

As the thing disappeared, Wang Qian's eyes regained their clarity.

Her life force was draining away like sand from an hourglass, and she made a series of gasping sounds in her throat, "hoarse... I... I..." Her lips opened and closed, but she couldn't utter any complete words.

The light of life flashed away from her eyes, collapsing along with her body and turning into a pile of flesh and blood, like black chunks of meat corroded by ink.

She is dead.

But Jiang Yun was not in a hurry to leave.

In the center of that filthy corpse, a point of golden light stubbornly condensed, broke free from the filth, and gracefully flew to Jiang Yun's fingertip, transforming into a tiny black butterfly with rice-grain-like golden speckles mixed in its wings.

This was the last bit of positive emotion she had left.

He saw the numb face of the woman outside the faded baby stroller, the teacher's encouragement as bright as sunlight, the heavy burden of fifty-five yuan, and the hand that his roommate extended in friendship but was misunderstood by her...

In the very end, he heard her last heartbeat.

It was tinged with a hint of confusion:

"That's fine... I'm too dirty and ridiculous."

"Their ancestors have been rooted on their home planet for generations and have long found their rightful place in this society... I actually dared to think that by studying hard I could breathe the same air as them."

"God, tell me, if life is so painful, why did we come into this world?"

Jiang Yun gently clenched his small hand, and the butterfly turned into specks of light. His original intention was to make the other party dissipate in the air, but the light that the butterfly turned into merged into his body.

A very disruptive and incomplete energy flowed into his destiny. Was it incompleteness, or was it due to a lack of clarity in his thoughts?

He couldn't explain it.

Yes, life is so painful, why come into this world?

In his past life, when he couldn't compete with connections in big cities, and when he was caught in a dilemma in the Black State epidemic area, he had asked himself this question countless times.

Even the gods of the reincarnation realm couldn't answer his question, so he wanted to stand higher in this "top-tier family background" to see the truth clearly and explore the answer himself.

But he was still too young at that time.

The two-minute battle with that evil being had drained him of all his mental energy.

The connection was forcibly severed, and consciousness, like a kite with a broken string, returned to its original form, falling into an uneasy slumber.

…………

Jiang Yun had a dream in which she returned to her past life.

It was a night when he was working overtime. Because he had no sales targets, his supervisor called him into the office to check on him.

"No, I told you to list the good points, to put it more broadly, why are you being so stupid?"

"If you're being so objective, who would still buy?"

He protested, "Isn't that a scam? They claim something is effective when it clearly isn't; they might just swindle people out of their life-saving money!"

"You still have the nerve to care about them? Shouldn't you be making money? Didn't you say you needed to save money for your mother's illness?"

The supervisor snapped, "If you weren't my junior, I really wouldn't want to deal with you. Don't you see how many people are unemployed out there!"

He remained silent, speechless.

Then the scene shifts, and he dreams of the day his fake medicine business is exposed. His senior is handcuffed and taken away, and his wife and daughter hug him and cry, saying, "How can our family be complete without you?"

The company that sold the drug disappeared without a trace, and all the blame and evidence were placed on the senior student, who then confessed.

But the day after the senior went to jail, his wife took the money from the company's private compensation, bought a sports car, went to bars, and flirted with young men.

Such a loving couple.

That despicable culprit.

With enough money, loyalty becomes worthless; with enough money, someone will automatically take the blame, while the mastermind continues to make a fortune and escape justice.

Is this world sick?

No, he's sick.

He understood why absorbing that butterfly was so painful; the black-gold butterfly was Wang Qian's last bit of positive energy, and she was unwilling to give up.

Because the energy transformed from that butterfly merged with him, affecting him and triggering a resonance with his past life memories.

"Drip, drip, drip..."

The rhythmic sound of the instruments pulled Jiang Yun back from her chaotic dream.

Consciousness slowly returned.

He saw the scene around him through his mother's eyes.

This is a hospital ward, and the air is filled with the smell of disinfectant. My parents, Cheng Feng, and a few familiar girls are all gathered around the bedside.

The girl lying on the bed, her body wrapped in bandages, was presumably a victim. At this moment, only her tightly closed eyes and the tube inserted into her mouth were visible, and she could not say anything.

An elderly woman with graying hair sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at her daughter without saying a word.

Cheng Feng's voice rang out from the side, "Preliminary investigation at the scene has confirmed that the murderer is your roommate, Wang Qian. We found several of your hairs in her dorm room, as well as a burnt cell phone."

"Her mother is on her way here."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "However, judging from the technical means and residual energy, she is likely just a subordinate responsible for collecting the medium. The 'wizard' who actually cast the spell has not yet been found."

"We found that she had frequently used Xiaoku Smart Tutoring before the incident, and I have already contacted the platform to schedule a meeting."

He turned to Pang Lele's mother and the other girls: "If any of you have used a similar program, or have any clues, please be sure to tell me."

Jiang Rang was the rescuer; he had an important clue. Seeing Cheng Feng leave, he quickly followed, and the group of girls also went out, leaving the mother and daughter alone.

The door slammed shut with a "click".

Suppressed sobs finally came from inside.

Jiang Yun, with the Butterfly God's Eye activated, saw it clearly.

The old woman reached out her trembling hand, wanting to touch her daughter's face, but dared not, only sobbing softly, "My dear daughter, be strong... Mommy is here, Mommy will always be with you..."

In the corridor outside the ward, even though the door was closed, Cheng Feng, being in the third realm, could still clearly hear the crying inside. He lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and the numbing sensation of the smoke seemed to alleviate the discomfort.

"Luckily you were nearby, otherwise this little girl wouldn't have survived."

He whispered to Jiang Rang, who had just come out, "The clues you provided have been examined by the forensic department and the special evidence team. They are not ordinary energy residues."

"Amiga's lower-ranking deity, the 'Eroding Divine Fire' of the Painful Whisper of Aksero."

Jiang Rang said calmly and confidently, "That wizard is a follower of Aksero."

"Axello, this case feels a bit different from the previous ones..."

Cheng Feng paused, his hand holding the cigarette between his fingers. "That Xiaoku Company is suspicious. I'll go investigate."

"Hmm." Jiang Rang nodded. "This time it was arson, and the method was filled with intense resentment and injustice. In contrast, the previous cases were cold and calm, even carrying a kind of 'enjoyment' from the perpetrator. It doesn't seem like the same person. There may be more cases to come."

"Okay." Cheng Feng nodded, "I'll give it to Wang Qian's mom first..."

Inside the ward, the woman's cries grew louder. Both of them were at the Hidden Spirit Realm, so they naturally heard her: "Lele, Mommy can't live without you..."

"grass!"

Cheng Feng cursed and stubbed out his cigarette.

"Do these lackeys of the otherworldly evil gods truly have no heart?"

……

I wonder if it reminded him of his past life when he returned from Heizhou, battling illness, and his mother crying through the glass.

Hearing the crying inside, Jiang Yun felt extremely depressed.

Fortunately, he planted the seed of fate just before the other person disappeared.

At this moment, he could vaguely sense the person connected by the seed of fate, and the other person's sinister chuckle.