When the plot-skips players into the game world

Chapter 997: Chapter 350 We’re Too Lit

“You go ahead with your promotions without worry.”

Isabel spoke lightly: “I am still a little way from the Fifth Power Level… but it shouldn’t be too far off. I won’t fall behind you by much, and I certainly won’t hold you back—”

——Such self-assured, unwavering words, were something that “Lulu” whom Aiwass first met, would never dare to utter.

Aleister was somewhat dazed.

So much time has already passed, huh…

“I only recently discovered,” said Isabel as she pushed Aiwass’s bottled soul back into her chest, “that I also have potential in the Path of Love…”

“…What?”

Aleister froze for a moment.

According to Aiwass’s memories from a former life, Isabel was supposed to be a full Transcendent of the Path of Beauty. Under Aiwass’s tutelage in this life, Isabel gradually developed adaptability to the Path of Authority. But she had not embarked on the Path of Authority… She set an example by taking the lead, as a pioneer in the opening of paths.

Isabel herself was like a banner, the center of everyone’s attention.

If she were to become a Queen of the Path of Authority… then the policies she advocated might not be implemented.

People would say, “Look, even Her Majesty the Queen couldn’t resist returning to the Path of Authority, that must surely be the best choice,” and breathe a sigh of relief, once again retracing their steps.

Suddenly, Aleister’s eyes widened slightly.

She came to a sudden realization—

The power that could revive the withered land of Avalon came from the Power of Fioritura inherited through Isabel’s bloodline, as well as the Fioritura heritage she held.

Although her mother was the Half-Elf Inielis Vanhua, her own strength was not that formidable. It was very possible that it was Bettina Dia Vanhua, the mother of Inielis, who was strong; however, the elf blood in Isabel was too weak… With only one-quarter elf lineage, the Power of Fioritura within her had not awakened at all.

The ritual to purify the bloodline undoubtedly belonged to the Path of Love.

In another timeline, Isabel had sacrificed her ability to reproduce in that taboo ritual… and reproductive ability belonged as well to the Path of Love. Generally speaking, mere reproductive ability shouldn’t be enough to suddenly make a person so strong as to participate in the Heavenly Battle from an originally undistinguished level.

Unless what Isabel sacrificed was not merely her reproductive ability… but her entire Path of Love.

Or to say, all of her Self that belonged to the Path of Love—nine-tenths of her complete soul! Now it appears that it was only second in strength to the Path of Beauty, her second most vigorous Self. And the ritual itself should be related to the secret practice of the Eternal Self’s ten-fold renouncement of Self…

No wonder the Isabel from that timeline had become the unfeeling, tearless, self-disciplined, and indifferent Iron-Blooded Queen.

It’s no wonder Aiwass always felt that Isabel had a strong desire and showed quite a degree of proactivity and curiosity in Morgan’s Wonder House.

——This was clearly a manifest expression of the Path of Love! It’s just that Aiwass hadn’t considered the possibility of Isabel developing adaptability to the Path of Love, hence he never thought in that direction.

“Alai.”

Isabel requested: “Could you transform into… that little girl’s appearance? The one I saw in my dreams.”

“Do you want to hold me?”

Aleister cocked her head and answered readily: “It’s not out of the question.”

She was quite happy now… not because Isabel was pregnant, nor because of Isabel’s child named “Aleister” being born, but because Aiwass would no longer argue with her for such reasons.

Subsequently, Aleister’s body suddenly shattered.

What was originally “Aiwass” holding Isabel from behind transformed into a little girl snuggling against her.

Isabel picked up Aleister, drawing her close with a deep breath: “I finally meet you in reality… so cute! If only my future children could be this adorable!”

“Be careful! Careful! Don’t squeeze so hard!”

Aleister was so scared she dared not move, fearing she might accidentally elbow Isabel—after all, the Son of the Moon’s Sixth Level body was sturdy enough to slide tackle a tank. And Isabel was, after all, a fragile Mage…

Morgan’s blessing could only be used this once… When Aiwass reached the Fifth Power Level, her blessing might really not work as well. In other words, the child in Isabel’s womb was basically a limited edition, akin to an almost impossible reissue of an exclusive batch.

“Rest assured, I know my own strength,”

Isabel said lightly: “I am, after all, a Fourth Level Transcendent… don’t underestimate me.

“And speaking of which… I’ve gained a new understanding of the ‘Puppet-Face Manual.’ Now I can wear other people’s masks. Do you want to give it a try?”

“…That incredible?”

The Aleister in Isabel’s arms suddenly got excited: “Let me see!”

“Alright.”

Isabel spoke briskly and grasped at the air, conjuring a white mask out of thin air.

Then she just put the mask on her face.

Aleister only felt the softness behind her suddenly turn firm, and she turned around somewhat surprised: “Whose mask is this…”

But soon, Aleister felt forceful hands hold her down, flipping her over.

Her arms were gripped by Isabel and pinned to the bed. She didn’t dare resist, fearing that she might accidentally hurt Isabel.

“This is…”

Aleister’s eyes widened.

The clothes were the same as before—however, the person inside the pajamas had changed into someone she was all too familiar with.

——It was Aiwass!

Even Aleister herself couldn’t distinguish whether it was Aiwass or not. From appearance to figure to demeanor, even the warmth in the palms was indistinguishable…

Even more than that—

Aleister could distinctly sense a resonance emanating from that “Aiwass” facing her.

Although the real Aiwass was still in a deep sleep in Holy Nation, Isabel was indeed embodying the very body of Pope Aiwass! This also allowed her to escape her own frail body and gain the strength of a more powerful form directly.

“Wait, wait a minute…”

Aleister’s face suddenly flushed red.

She turned her head away, murmuring under her breath, “The clothes you’re wearing are so strange… When did I ever wear such women’s attire!”

“—How come it’s become ‘I’ now?”

That “Aiwass” spoke leisurely, “Aren’t you Aleister?”

“I…”

Aleister was at a loss for words.

Then, Aiwass, still perched atop Aleister, casually removed the translucent nightgown belonging to Isabel from his body and tossed it onto the floor beside them.

He held the bottled soul at his chest, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly: “You want this, don’t you?”

“… You can feel it?” Aleister wasn’t very surprised.

“Because I noticed your gaze.”

Isabel, who was playing the role of Aiwass, said gently, “I know what kind of look Aiwass has when he desires something. Since Aiwass has given this to me, then it should belong to me, right? So, if I want to give it away again, that should be possible too… right?”

“… Yes!”

Aleister nodded forcefully.

And “Aiwass,” with a smile, removed his necklace and placed the bottled soul on the small round table beside the bed: “Then, it’s yours. As for why, I won’t ask.”

Just as Aleister was about to reach for it, her wrist was again grasped by Aiwass and raised above her head.

“But, before that…”

Isabel said leisurely.

She realized what Isabel wanted to do.

“… Wait, wait, this won’t do! This is too strange!”

Aleister felt as if her brain had burned up: “This is obviously my own body… but… I am me… yet you are you… our relationship…”

If this had happened in Star Antimony, Aleister might have been exuberant— but within less than half a day after leaving Star Antimony, those chaotic and urgent desires filling her brain had also dissipated. The current Aleister lacked the madness and strong desire she had in Star Antimony… and was even somewhat shy.

“So, you don’t like it?”

The gentle voice of Aiwass echoed in her ears, while Aleister, in her mind, simultaneously imagined Isabel’s voice: “Of course, if you’re unwilling, I won’t force you.”

—That speech was just like Aiwass.

“But…”

Aleister hesitated, then shut her mouth like she was sulking.

She closed her eyes as if admitting defeat and slightly turned her head to one side.

Her most beloved Aiwass and Isabel, whom Aiwass adored the most, overlapped… This left Aleister, who possessed the Path of Love, completely unable to resist.

Even harboring a faint anticipation.

And at this moment, Aiwass, wedged between reality and the Dream Realm, also sensed that his own body had merged with Isabel’s consciousness. Whenever he wished, he could send his own consciousness down into this body as if it were an extension of himself.

The very first instant he transferred his consciousness, he clearly saw Aleister.

“… Your Path of Love, ah.”

Aiwass shook his head with some helplessness. Perhaps the Aiwass of the past could understand, but the Aiwass who had now peeled away the Path of Love, looked on as if he was watching two of his daughters fooling around.

For a moment, he couldn’t quite make sense of this complex relationship.

—This is simply too intense. Intense with a capital ‘I’.

And following that, Aiwass’s body spoke up: “Don’t you like it, Aiwass? If I’m not mistaken, the other you who’s called ‘Aiwass’… can’t exist for much longer, right? What separates will ultimately return, like the closing of a ring, the beginning is also the end…

“I’m a greedy and jealous woman, Aiwass. I fear loneliness, dread being abandoned. Therefore, I don’t want to share even a bit of you; I want to completely possess you. Yet at the same time, I also don’t wish for you to have any regrets.”

Isabel lowered her head slightly, touching her forehead to Aleister’s forehead: “So, it’s all right if I’m part of it.

“To Aiwass, I am Aleister; to Aleister, I am Aiwass. I’m like a Gemini Mirror, reflecting an unresolvable love, each side the other’s counterpart…”

“Aiwass” murmured softly, a radiant emerald glow filling the pupils—though Aiwass’s irises were a deep blue, they were as green and tranquil as a lake’s surface, clear as a mirror.

Protect me, Gemini Mirror. Isabel prayed in her heart.

Let me be a mirror… able to carry both light and love.

She slowly released the hand that was restraining Aleister, instead tenderly embracing her. Let Aiwass’s chin rest atop her head, feeling Aleister’s warm breath drift down her collarbone.

“—I love you, Aiwass.”

Her last sentence was as though two people were simultaneously speaking to two people.

There was clearly only one voice, yet it seemed to echo back.