"No," Qian Renxue said. "Remember them, but stop punishing yourself in their name. Use your pain to protect the next child, the next village. But let their memory guide you, not wound you."
He took a shaky breath, the first deep breath in minutes.
"Will that make the laughter stop?"
"No. Not today, but someday… that laughter will no longer haunt you. It'll remind you why you fight."
He slowly stood up, saluted stiffly.
"…Thank you, Young Master."
As he left, Qian Renxue quietly wrote notes into his file: Responds to gentle confrontation. Guilt centered on failure to prevent tragedy. Session progress: good.
Qian Renxue offered a faint smile. "Come back next week. I'll teach you how to stabilize your emotions and intent. For now, sleep without blaming yourself. You have permission to rest."
Zhao Wei bowed deeply, more moved than he could express, then quietly exited the room.
She sat back in her chair, the weight of another burden gently lifted from a soldier's heart.
She didn't need divine power to heal minds. Sometimes, listening was enough.
And with that Qian Renxue felt the power of Psychiatrist digested a little.
And so Qian Renxue became the psychiatrist of the Angel Corps and like that and two months passed.
.....
Two months later
Qian Renxue completed another therapy session with a soldier.
She gave her usual parting words, soft and sincere. "Pray to the Angel Goddess—for your heart will feel a little light."
The soldier sat still for a moment, then slowly clasped his hands together, eyes reverent and voice solemn.
"The Almighty, Angel Goddess,
The one who has gazed upon this place from beyond.
The ruler above chaos and the wanderer of the endless void.
The one who masters dreams and memories.
I pray for your protection.
I pray for your blessing."
He bowed low after finishing, forehead nearly touching the floor.
Qian Renxue gave a calm nod, hiding the ripple of thoughts within her as the man left in silence.
This was undoubtedly a prayer.
A prayer directed at her.
In fact… she had encouraged it.
Over these past two months, while acting as a psychiatrist for the Angel Corps, Qian Renxue had slowly begun to grasp something far deeper than healing minds.
It was faith.
These soldiers are fighters, trackers, warriors hardened against evil soul masters, were all devoted to the Angel Goddess. It was an identity passed down to them, enshrined in Spirit Hall's divine narrative. And in her presence while radiating a calm strength, whispering insight into their pain, speaking with an almost supernatural understanding they instinctively aligned her with that very image.
So, why not accept it?
Why not subtly guide that faith to anchor her existence?
She had to be cautious. In Lord of the Mysteries, she remembered clearly, using an Honourable Name was a delicate matter. The prayer must never be vague or open to interpretation, else some other unknown entity could answer in her place. It had to be rooted in her identity, no matter how mythic or abstract it sounded.
She wouldn't make that mistake.
If they were going to pray to the Angel Goddess, then that Goddess must be her.
.....
So she designed the prayer with specific references to herself:
"The Almighty, Angel Goddess"
— A direct tie to her Seraphim martial soul. She had once revealed a version of it, covered in illusions, showing twelve wings. That image had sparked quiet whispers among the soldiers… whispers of the second coming of the Angel Goddess.
"The one who had gazed this place from beyond"
— this was her nod to her previous life, and her knowledge about the Douluo Continent from a novel. A poetic way to plant the idea of divine insight.
"The ruler above chaos and the wanderer of endless void"
— referring to the fragment of the Sea of Chaos hidden inside her, and the journey she and it took across the void to reach Douluo Continent.
"The one who masters dreams and memories"
— a reference to her spiritual power, her strange dreams, and her grasp on memories and illusions.
Every word was crafted to reflect her reality, her identity. Not a single sentence was arbitrary.
As she stepped out of the room, Qian Renxue paused.
There it was again, a soft murmur drifting through the corridor. Another soul master was whispering the prayer under their breath. It was spreading very quietly and persistently.
She smiled knowingly.
The Angel God had many believers. But none of them had a structured way of worship. No Honourable Name to anchor their prayers to a single being..
Well, now they did.
And that meant, unknowingly, they had become her anchor, one that could carry her toward Apotheosis, step by step.
'Now, I'm at Level 38,' she thought. 'Two more levels before Level 40.'
Time was running short. Her grandfather, Qian Daoliu, was still in seclusion, and before his re-emergence, she wanted to be prepared. To break through Level 40 and obtain her fourth spirit ring.
And so she walked onward, deeper with different plans in her mind, while the quiet prayers behind her continued to echo through the halls.
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Author notes: So finally it is here, her honoured name. Gives you a glimpse of how terrifying she will be in the future.