Amber never expected to meet a living consciousness inside Yu Du Chen—let alone one with the appearance of a fairy. And not just any fairy. This was Fu Hua, in her Red Kite form, blazing feather armor and all.
'Mr. Navigation… what's happening?'
[This system is a card drawing system. All extracted items are copies of original entities. Character cards are records of the original's data from their world.]
'So this Yu Du Chen… it's the one that belonged to the real Immortal?'
She had a guess but she didn't exactly expect this??
[The system does not cut corners. Please rest assured.]
Amber was skeptical, but reassured. Most Yu Du Chens were just memory shells. Only Kevin's held true consciousness.
And now, this one… was complete.
[This is not a fragment. This Yu Du Chen integrates all feathers across timelines. The chosen moment is when the Herrscher of Knowledge was born.]
Amber froze.
'So this… is the real Fu Hua?'
[Yes.]
[Due to the host's current state, the system selected a timeline that offers maximum support.]
Amber knew Fu Hua. Knew her kindness, her sacrifices, her quiet strength. If Fu Hua understood Amber's situation, she would help—no question.
But still… Amber felt like a rootless duckweed drifting in the immortal's presence.
Without hesitation, she channeled Zhenqi into the floating consciousness.
As the Red Kite Immortal in her prime, Amber's fourth-level Kenshin could summon endless energy. Within seconds, she poured more power than most Herrschers could withstand.
The effect was immediate.
The breath of the consciousness solidified. The white-haired immortal stirred. Her eyes opened.
Amber's heart leapt. 'Paper… paper wife is awake!'
Fu Hua blinked. "Paper wife?"
She understood the words individually. But together?
Amber panicked. 'She heard that?!'
Fu Hua's voice was calm. "It's not intentional. In Yu Du Chen's consciousness space, unless you deliberately shield your thoughts, we can hear each other."
Amber nodded, flustered.
Fu Hua sat up slowly. "Tell me—where are we? Why is Yu Du Chen in your hands? Why can't I sense anything outside?"
Amber hesitated. "We're in Uruk. 3100 BC. Ruled by King Gilgamesh."
Fu Hua frowned. "Uruk?"
Amber looked down. Her appearance had reverted—black hair, modern clothes. Her true self.
Fu Hua noticed. "In Yu Du Chen, we appear as our truest selves. This is a space of consciousness."
Amber nodded again. "As for Yu Du Chen… I don't know how to explain. Maybe… you could look at my memories?"
Fu Hua paused. "Your memories?"
She'd never been offered such open access before. Even comrades in life-and-death battles guarded their minds. But Amber—this silly, sincere girl—offered hers without hesitation.
Fu Hua could hear Amber's thoughts so she knew her trust was absolute.
And that trust made Fu Hua feel… ashamed.
To read someone's memories without permission was a violation. But she was desperate. She needed to know about Kiana. About Kevin. About the Stigmata Project.
Fu Hua descended gently, walking toward Amber. She apologized silently, promising that if Amber wasn't a threat, she would repay this trust fully.
Then she saw Amber's life.
It was short. Simple. Barely twenty years. But in that brief span, Fu Hua saw a girl who loved deeply, dreamed wildly, and trusted recklessly.
It shattered her expectations.
Then it soothed her.
Then it made her smile.
Fu Hua looked at Amber—this scheming, silly, sincere girl—and sighed.
"I understand everything now. In return… let me witness your journey."