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"Firecloud Fiendgod Zeke, there is only one reason for your defeat—you angered this immortal! I shall now..."
"...reverse all destinies!" echoed multiple times.
This signature line, frequently heard, resonated simultaneously from both Senti's lips and the chorus of children below the stage.
Onstage, Senti unleashed a powerful punch, shattering the giant wooden puppet controlled by spiritual energy before her.
Maintaining the stylish punching pose for several seconds, Senti then turned around, raised both hands triumphantly, and declared with a radiant smile:
"The performance is over! Thank you all for your support!"
"Clap! Clap! Clap!!"
The thunderous applause, children's enthusiastic cheers, and their sparkling eyes filled Senti with immense pride on stage. She puffed out her chest even more, her grin widening further.
Behold, with this immortal's touch, even a nonsensical play can captivate countless audiences—such is the power of an immortal!
"Fu Hua, I want to see the Void Sword Divinity next time!"
"Yeah, yeah, what about the Herrscher minions of the Firecloud Fiendgod? Why didn't they appear?"
"Fu Hua, where did the clever little book sage servant of the immortal go after the ending?"
"Fu Hua..."
After taking her bow, a group of young kids swiftly climbed onto the stage, surrounding Senti with a barrage of questions.
Senti, holding up her hands, looked left and right, gradually breaking into a sweat—not because she couldn't answer, but rather, she had impulsively improvised the story without considering how to address such detailed inquiries.
Just then, a warm and gentle voice came to her rescue.
"Children, Miss Fu Hua, it's time for dinner!"
The caretaker of the orphanage called out from the dining table.
Senti's eyes instantly lit up.
"Time to eat, time to eat! Let's have dinner first; save your questions for later! Hurry along now!"
Breaking free from the group of children, Senti sprinted madly towards the dining table.
As she wolfed down her food ravenously, it was thanks to Mr. Zeke—whose name shall remain undisclosed—for arranging beforehand that there was enough sustenance on the table to fill all the kids' bellies.
After several minutes, Senti patted her bulging stomach, cheeks still puffing as she chewed the last morsels while half-heartedly answering the children's queries:
"Big Sister, how many Herrscher lackeys does the Firecloud Fiendgod have?"
"A lot..."
"And are they powerful?"
"They're super weak, I could crush each with just one finger."
"So, is this Firecloud Fiendgod Zeke actually a man or a woman?"
"A woman, with really big boobs."
"Then..."
The chattering children seemed to possess boundless energy and enthusiasm, their questions flowing incessantly without any sign of stopping.
It wasn't entirely their fault; although Senti's storyline and performance were quite rudimentary, far from professional standards, this era severely lacked entertainment options. As a result, her character concept felt wildly imaginative, and the visual effects created using spiritual energy and Fenghuang Down captivated the children like never before.
However, Senti found it increasingly difficult to handle such enthusiasm.
Soon, she found an excuse to slip away and sprinted out of the orphanage at full speed.
"Phew, that was exhausting! Kids sure are trouble no matter where you go!" In a deserted alleyway, Senti wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, sounding relieved as if narrowly escaping disaster.
Suddenly, her keen senses detected movement. Her ears twitched, and she turned to look behind her.
Under the moonlight, a composed young man clad in a white trench coat walked shoulder-to-shoulder with a gentle beauty draped in flowing sleeves.
"Old fossil!"
Senti leaped forward, hugging Fu Hua tightly and nuzzling her face affectionately, a radiant smile blossoming on her cheeks.
In the very next moment, still embracing Fu Hua, Senti's dazzling grin transformed into one filled with disgust and rejection as she glared at Zeke:
"Tsk! You're here too, you mutt? How disappointing! My mood just plummeted from +100 to -100!"
"Mut...t?" Zeke slowly turned his head, furrowed his brow momentarily, then regained his composure.
No matter; I've already given him a beating earlier today. Judging by his appearance, his face hasn't fully recovered yet. Let's make a note of this and settle accounts when there's more time.
Fu Hua managed a strained smile, sighed, and gently patted Senti's head, feeling utterly exasperated.
"How did your day go?"
"Hmph! What task could possibly challenge me? Everything went smoothly, of course!"
Fu Hua smiled reassuringly and glanced sidelong at Zeke—knowing the truth behind the braggart kid's claims required an expert's assessment.
Zeke promptly summoned a virtual screen.
"Old Liu from the West Market sent a thank-you letter, mentioning that his daughter was overjoyed. He expressed gratitude for the civil officer's assistance but found it odd that a cat was treated like a dog."
"Wang Grandma from the eastern district provided feedback: she thought the young civil officer was adorable and very patient, praising the thorough cleaning of her house. However, she suspects your superior might be withholding rations, as during lunch, it seemed clear that you haven't been well-fed lately. Additionally, she offered that if you have free time, you're welcome to join her for meals where you'll always eat your fill."
"The play 'Goddess Fu Hua Triumphs Over Evil God Zeke' seems to be well-received by the children based on their reactions; consider this mission accomplished.
Additionally, there are positive reviews from construction sites and villagers regarding your work," Zeke reported matter-of-factly.
Senti scratched her face, forcefully ignoring the slight warmth creeping up, and feigning arrogance, she huffed, "Well, duh! This immortal can accomplish anything—such small achievements are only natural!"
Fu Hua smiled warmly, gently patting Senti's head with evident satisfaction.
Then, Zeke nodded and said, "In summary, while the quantity of tasks completed is somewhat lacking, the overall quality of your work is satisfactory."
These words abruptly brought Senti back down to earth. She quickly released Fu Hua, stepped towards Zeke, nearly forehead-to-forehead, and retorted with a scowl, "Sounds easy enough for you to say! Why don't you try it yourself? Which task doesn't require time?"
"That's why I'm not rushing you, just noting that it's a bit limited. No worries, take your time. Whenever you complete all the tasks on the list, I'll destroy those documents," Zeke stated sternly, pushing Senti's face away.
Senti tilted her head back, blinking in surprise. "Wait! Is it really that simple?!"
"It's exactly that simple."
"You're not lying to me?"
"Nope," Zeke replied without changing his expression. He indeed wasn't misleading her; it was merely a small trick to compel Senti to engage with worldly experiences. There was no need to hold onto it persistently. As for dealing with this troublesome kid next time, he would naturally have another plan.
Senti took a step back, placed her hand on her forehead, tilted her head back, and burst out laughing hysterically:
"Hahaha! You should've increased the task count at least tenfold instead! Once I complete them all and destroy those damned documents, it'll be time for this immortal to stomp your obnoxious face into the ground!"
"Is that what you truly believe?" Zeke asked, unfazed.
Still cackling loudly, Senti mocked Zeke's miscalculation, oblivious that his expressionless face belied subtle movements of his fingers.
"Wait! Stay calm, she just has a sharp tongue but means well deep down. Please show some magnanimity, alright?" Fu Hua gently rested her hand on Zeke's shoulder.
Zeke turned, his blue eyes devoid of emotion as they locked onto Fu Hua. Only when her smile began to falter did he finally walk away.
"Phew..." Fu Hua patted her chest and let out a sigh of relief.
However, just as she managed to diffuse the conflict, Senti approached, wrapping their arm around her shoulders and grumbling, "Old fossil, why do you fear him so much? Let me tell you, beneath Divine Essence, all beings are equal. One day, I'll definitely blow up—"
"Spare me, little goof!" Fu Hua gently pinched Senti's cheek, shaking her head with a wry smile.
After some thought, she patiently continued, "In any case, Zeke truly has your best interests at heart. Senti, it's important for you to interact with people and understand the world as it is. Only then can you fully grasp the weight of the commitment to protect this realm. Your deep connection to my memories has granted you nearly the same martial prowess as me, but that isn't entirely beneficial. Your beliefs and ideals now stem from mine, and I hope someday you will genuinely embrace protecting the beauty of this world from within yourself. When that day comes, I'll be immensely proud."
"More cryptic words again! I don't understand what you're saying!"
"One day, you'll understand. To gain insight, patiently complete these tasks first. Zeke means no harm; there's always a reason behind his actions. Don't be so hostile towards him—by getting along, you might even become friends."
"Hmph! Are friendships meant to be such inconveniences? Once I beat him down, he'll naturally become my friend. Friendship only exists under the tip of a sword! I hold the blade, and he will bow beneath it!" Senti mimed wielding a sword, swooshing her arms overhead with accompanying sound effects, wearing a mischievous grin.
Ignoring Fu Hua's exasperated gesture as she rubbed her forehead, Senti grabbed her hand firmly.
"I discovered this amazing candied hawthorn stall today—it's not too late yet, let me take you there! Come on!"
Senti pulled Fu Hua away at a brisk pace.
With no choice but to follow, Fu Hua glanced back at Zeke's retreating figure before turning to Senti's carefree, radiant smile. Unable to suppress a soft chuckle, she murmured:
"Well then, we have time ahead of us. Let's take things slowly..."