The Adopted Sister Is Not Quite Right (23)

Le Xiaowei had no idea that Si was also frantically searching for her.

The merged novel on the bookshelf had vanished, indicating that this soul fragment was completely beyond her control—her power had reached a terrifying level.

In fact, it had fully darkened. The previously sweet and innocent act had been nothing but a ruse to lure Xiaowei in.

All to claim her for itself.

Nothing like this had ever happened before.

Si suddenly slammed her fist onto the system console, causing a violent tremor that sent all the books on the shelf crashing onto the milky-white floor.

The commotion was so loud it even startled the neighboring system into her own system space.

The system, dressed in a short-sleeved top, crouched down and helped her up from the ground.

"Si-jie, what's wrong?" Her beautiful eyes held a trace of concern.

It was System 005.

Rumor had it she had always been a well-behaved girl, dutifully serving the system company without causing trouble. But then again, who in the Dimensional Leap Company didn’t have their own story?

Si let out a scoffing laugh.

"One of my soul fragments has rebelled."

It sounded almost laughable. If she hadn’t shattered her soul and damaged her core, Yuan Qiaoqiao would never have been capable of such a thing.

Yuan Qiaoqiao was innocent, yes—but the moment that soul fragment’s power awakened, the moment divine light turned to darkness, she was no longer the simple Yuan Qiaoqiao.

Si deeply regretted not suspecting her sooner. Her soul fragments had always clung to Xiaowei like shadows.

005 knew everything about her. After hearing this, she froze for a moment.

"The book world disappeared? That’s definitely a bit of a problem. But why not contact that big brother who’s been chasing after you? He’s from the divine realm."

005’s smile was bright and sweet.

Only then did Si realize—oh right, Xie Gantang was still in that world. If she could get the company to track Xie Gantang, she could find the entrance to that world.

Who would’ve thought that after all these years, she’d still have to rely on that man? What rotten luck.

But she couldn’t afford to care about that now.

Le Xiaowei’s soul required nourishment from various soul-lights—specifically, those of people who had endured ten lifetimes of pure kindness and suffering. Otherwise, forging a divine soul would be impossible. How could Yuan Qiaoqiao, in a post-apocalyptic world, find such souls?

"Then, jie, I’ll leave you to it. Just don’t wreck the space—after all, others are still living here." 005 patted her shoulder, a faint smile flickering in her eyes before she vanished.

Now calmer, Si waved her sleeve, repairing the console with a flick of her wrist. She needed to find Xie Gantang—no, to be precise, the Rain God, Chi Mu.

When Chi Mu ascended to the divine realm, Si had sensed it immediately. As the Divine Maiden of the Canglan Realm, even if she wasn’t physically present, anyone from Canglan who ascended could be used by her.

Yet she had never bothered with it. Chi Mu, meanwhile, had believed she and Gu Weiyi had perished together. Only after detecting her soul fragment did he descend to search. He knew of the company’s existence, but the system’s operations were its highest-level secret—naturally, no one had told him Liu Sisi was still alive.

So when Si contacted Chi Mu’s true form, his shock was palpable.

"Your avatar in that post-apocalyptic novel—his name is Xie Gantang, right?"

Si stared at the screen where Chi Mu stood amidst lush mountains and clear waters, her expression urgent.

The moment Chi Mu saw her, he suddenly smiled.

"So, you’re alive after all."

It made his relentless pursuit across three thousand worlds all these years seem like a joke.

Si: "..."

"Let me make one thing clear upfront—I’m not promising you anything."

"Just knowing you’re alive is enough." Chi Mu lowered his gaze.

The moment he saw Yuan Qiaoqiao, he understood in an instant—the one destined to ascend should have been Gu Wei. Because a true god’s heart holds no selfishness, no shadowed corners of the mind.

Yuan Qiaoqiao was the embodiment of all Si’s negative energy.

She was so terrified of losing Gu Wei again that she had resorted to something this absurd.

"Laugh if you want, but Gu Wei can’t die. You have to help me."

This was the first time Si had ever spoken to Chi Mu like this.

"In situations like this, we can only observe. After all, you can’t enter that world—Yuan Qiaoqiao would never let you possess her body. And even if you did, she wouldn’t recognize you as herself. That’s your dark side. Only Gu Wei can fix this."

After a moment of thought, Chi Mu looked up and spoke calmly.

"However, I can deliver something for you—a note, perhaps."

Deep down, Chi Mu didn’t want anything to happen to Xiaowei either. Though they were rivals in love, his feelings toward her were more annoyance than hatred.

"Good. Thank you."

Si hastily tore a page from a nearby notebook, scribbled a few lines, and then passed the note through the void to Chi Mu.

With a wave of his hand, the note landed in his palm.

Yuan Qiaoqiao was only wary of Si’s presence lingering around Le Xiaowei—so delivering a note shouldn’t be an issue.

Ah, saving a love rival. If Gu Xiaowei didn’t call him "big brother" after this, it’d be downright ungrateful.

Still, he had to admit—the bastard was kinda cute as a girl.

Chi Mu’s eyes curved into crescents.

Meanwhile, in the post-apocalyptic world, snow continued to fall endlessly, layering thick blankets over the ground. The night was silent, devoid of zombie growls—they had all turned into snowman zombies.

Only their eyes could move now; nothing else.

"Jie, I’ll need to leave for a few days. Stay here and don’t wander off, okay?" After a day of contemplation, Yuan Qiaoqiao had decided to search for this world’s purification source.

Her demand was simple—just enough to turn her sister back into a normal human.

"Where are you going?" Le Xiaowei asked.

She had been hoping to go outside and build a snowman.

"I’m going to find something that can restore you to humanity. That way, your body will be warm again." Yuan Qiaoqiao tilted her head, her lips curving into a smile that looked no different from her usual sweet self.

"Oh, alright. Be careful."

Le Xiaowei lay on the bed. Over the past few days, Yuan Qiaoqiao hadn’t done much beyond stealing kisses—probably dissatisfied with her current state.

After all, if her skin broke and she bled, Yuan Qiaoqiao would turn into a zombie too.

The rare snowfall had gradually lulled her perpetually hyperactive body into drowsiness. This was, after all, the season when zombies hibernated.

With no way to contact Si, her earlier panic had faded.

Though she didn’t know the reason, their souls were bound. If something truly went wrong, she would’ve felt the agony of a soul tearing apart.

She could wait until the mission was complete—no rush.

Still, with both the second side quest and the main quest progressing smoothly, the real challenge now was finding a partner for Le Xu.

Oh gods!

Please bestow upon her brother a fair-skinned, stunningly beautiful wife!

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