"Kid... do you know what you're saying?"
Herta's eyes narrowed. She certainly knew about the Transmutation Arcanum that caused The Great Rebellion of Imbibitor Lunae on the Xianzhou Luofu. And she also knew something about the identity of this person standing before her, who had been exiled from the Luofu.
Regarding the Vidyadhara's reincarnation cycle, everyone who knew understood, it was an unspoken truth...
But if this fact were brought out into the open, it wouldn't be easily dismissed. It could even trigger massive turmoil—especially when someone who committed a great crime brought up that past sin once again.
"Of course. The legendary Transmutation Arcanum, capable of bringing the dead back to life... I just wonder if you might be interested."
...What was he doing right now? Dan Heng suddenly wanted to laugh at himself. This idiot was actually preparing to reveal the secrets of the Transmutation Arcanum and Vidyadhara reincarnation to an outsider. This was practically no different from betraying the Vidyadhara race.
A traitor to the Luofu, now destined to become a traitor to the Vidyadhara as well?
But... secrets don't have lives, while Twilight's life is singular.
What could he do? If the Transmutation Arcanum were truly to be used to save someone now, it couldn't possibly be used normally! The Sedition of Imbibitor Lunae caused by Dan Feng previously had already proven it once. The so-called raising the dead and fleshing out white bones could only produce some kind of half-human, half-dragon monster.
True, in the end, the Arcanum did add a member named Bailu to the Vidyadhara race... but was that child really the one Dan Feng wanted?
Dan Heng didn't know. But at least for himself, he absolutely couldn't accept reviving Twilight only to get something like "Twilight Long" instead—so the only way was to further improve the Transmutation Arcanum.
But who could possibly improve such a galaxy-shaking secret art?
Only a genius. Like Herta, a genius capable of changing the universe with her own wisdom.
"Kid, do you know that what you're about to say, normal people wouldn't even dare to listen?"
Herta leaned back in her chair. She wasn't joking. Once secrets involving the Vidyadhara's reincarnation were known by others, it would be utterly unacceptable to the Vidyadhara. If such a thing were exposed, it wouldn't be impossible for the person who knew too much to be physically vaporized.
After all, knowing too much isn't always a good thing. Risking being hunted down just to satisfy a little curiosity... normal people wouldn't do that.
Looking at the silent Dan Heng, the next second, Herta grinned. "But you came to the right person—I'm Herta, not a normal person!"
For a genius, safety was the least important thing. Being able to research the secrets of resurrection to satisfy her curiosity and thirst for knowledge was far more important than trivial matters like life!
"Tell me in detail. I'm very interested."
...
Twilight leaned against the bedside alone, staring blankly out the window at the cosmos.
It had been nearly two weeks since she returned to the space station. What had she done in these two weeks?
The answer was nothing. She could only lie listlessly in the sickroom, unable to do much, as even walking independently without powering up was difficult now. The others from the Express crew, meanwhile, were rarely seen, appearing incredibly busy.
Twilight naturally knew they were busy searching for various possible ways to cure her. They had even taken the Express out during this time to visit many people.
Twilight estimated they could probably launch a new in-game event based on this, like persuading people from all over the universe to come treat her. After all, she had indeed met quite a few new doctors recently.
Unfortunately, in the end, it was all Muda Muda Muda!
Dan Heng reportedly hadn't gone with them, but he rarely came to see her either. Though she didn't know what he was planning, judging from the map, he was spending a lot of time with Herta. Probably plotting something big.
Sigh, everyone's busy... Busy is good.
Before even becoming actually dead, she'd already been made into a lonely widow. Twilight silently turned over but didn't activate her game module.
Although the sickroom was equipped with many things for amusement, none were as enjoyable as her game module. Besides, being a left-behind child or an empty-nester, looking more pitiful was certainly more beneficial to her wool-shearing grand plan.
So, during this time, she had been relying on the game module to pass the time. But to outsiders, it probably looked like she was a dog locked in a cage, staring forlornly outside, waiting for its master to return.
The reason she wasn't opening the game module right now was simple—according to the map, Himeko and Caelus were about to return this time.
"Twilight, we're back!" Sure enough, not long after, the sickroom door burst open, and an excited Caelus walked in joyfully. "This time, we can definitely cure you! We contacted a renowned galactic miracle doctor through Aventurine and the IPC's connections. They say his medical skills can not only extend life but even bring the dead back!"
"Caelus..."
Sitting on the bed, staring blankly out the window, Twilight turned her head in pleasant surprise upon hearing Caelus's voice, a genuine smile blooming on her face. "Welcome back. Did anything interesting happen on your trip this time—"
"Quick, quick, old sir, this way!"
Before Twilight could even start her topic, March 7th impatiently pulled a white-haired, white-bearded old man into the room. "Little Twilight is right here. You can definitely cure her, right?!"
"Ouch, slow down... Young people these days are truly full of vigor."
The old man stroked his beard, frowning as his gaze fell upon Twilight. "Ai, her condition looks even worse than in the photo... No rush, no rush, let me assess the situation."
Old man, I don't know who you are, but in my opinion, you most likely can't save me.
Though Twilight maintained a polite smile on her face, her mind ruthlessly began its sharp evaluation.
No way around it. In this world, the truly awesome characters usually look young and beautiful. If he were really a miracle doctor, he'd definitely have the kind of design that could be turned into a sellable character—whereas this old man, while fitting the traditional image of a miracle doctor, is a bit too traditional. Can't sell this character.
And sure enough, as the examination began, the miracle doctor's brow furrowed deeper and deeper. Finally, he silently removed his glasses and sighed heavily. "Yaoshi above, I've never seen a body break down so thoroughly... I'm not being modest, but you should really seek someone more capable."
Ha, figured as much.
Unlike the inwardly cheerful Twilight, the faces of everyone else in the room fell visibly upon hearing his words.