Even If I’m Reborn as a Cute Dragon Girl, I Will Still Make a Harem Book 6: Chapter 57: What Hurts The Most

Book 6: Chapter 57: What Hurts The Most

“Incompatible?” Lilith gave him an incredulous look. “That can happen to souls too?”

“Of course.” Seemingly tired of standing, Li Desheng plopped down onto the ground before continuing. “Your Highness, have you heard of organ transplants?” He gestured with both hands and explained, “It’s when soone’s failing organs can be replaced with soone else’s…”

“I know about it. Carry on,” Lilith interrupted him.

“Then this should be easy for you to understand,” Li Desheng said, nodding. “You know that organ transplants require compatibility, right?”

“Mm-hmm.” Lilith nodded.

“Well, it’s the sa with souls and their potential vessels—only the requirents are even stricter. If finding an organ match is one in a hundred thousand, then finding a soul compatible with your body would be more like one in a billion.”

He looked at Lilith, who seed shocked.

“And that’s only the first hurdle,” he said. “Just like organ transplants, putting an incompatible soul into a body will trigger a rejection. In so cases, the soul can’t even enter the body at all. Even if it can, this can cause irreversible damage to both the soul and the body in a matter of minutes… or hours.”

“Even if, by so miracle, you find a one-in-a-billion match, it might only last for a few years. Take organ transplants, for example…”

He pointed to his back. “A perfectly matched kidney can last only five to ten years. It’s even shorter for a soul transplant… Far shorter. I rember reading about it in an article written by a certain researcher. Though that guy was eventually arrested and sentenced to life for illegal human experintation, his conclusions were probably the closest to the truth.”

He paused, stroking his chin thoughtfully. “If I rember correctly… it’s one to three years. He shared that all his experintal subjects died within that ti. None lasted past three.”

“Three… years?” A look of horror spread across Lilith’s face.

Li Desheng thought Lilith was overwheld by the knowledge itself, so he patiently continued explaining, “Shocking, huh? But that’s the fragile nature of souls, and the divine authority of the heavenly order. Only the heavenly order can fully cleanse a soul and reincarnate it as a pure, unsullied soul.”

But that wasn’t why Lilith was shocked. No, she was rembering sothing Ciel had once told her.

*”In all of your reincarnations, Lilith, you’ve never survived more than three years. Whether it’s so accident or a sudden illness no one can explain, three years has always been your limit. It’s like a heavenly barrier you can never cross.”*

*So this is the reason behind that curse… the so-called three-year limit…? A soul rejection?*

Then Ciel hadn’t lied to her. Her countless reincarnations were real. And Li Desheng… he hadn’t lied either. He had no reason to, and his explanation lined up with what Ciel had said.

Which ant… the only one who had lied to her… Was Mother?

*Have I been living in a lie this whole ti? One my mother has carefully constructed?*

“Urgh…”

A violent wave of nausea tore through Lilith’s chest. She dropped to the ground, trying to vomit out whatever was rolling inside of her. But all that ca up was bile.

That was when she rembered… she hadn’t eaten anything since the night before.

“Hey… are you okay?” Li Desheng panicked at the sight of her crumpled figure, hurriedly throwing away the cigarette in his hand and stomping it out.

“I didn’t know cigarette smoke made you sick—why didn’t you say anything?” he asked in a trembling voice.

“I’m fine…” Lilith clutched her stomach and waved him off weakly. “Just… carry on.”

“Okay… okay.” Once he was sure Lilith wouldn’t suddenly rise up and incinerate him with her black fla, Li Desheng let out a breath of relief and continued, “Picking up from where I left off—the thod of creating new life by combining a random soul with a physical body is simply not viable.”

“Then what about body possession?” Lilith asked.

“Well… It’s similar to a soul transplant, but fundantally different. A transplant involves making the soul adapt to the body. As for body possession, it’s the other way around. The body is forced to accept the invading soul.”

“For that to work, the invading soul has to be incredibly strong… strong enough to reshape the body to its own will. There are two types of possession, short-term and long-term. I imagine you’ve seen short-term ones before…”

Li Desheng gave Lilith an apologetic look.

“Three was an example. A powerful soul and divine consciousness can forcibly erase soone’s will and control their body. But this kind of possession never lasts. The body usually rots and falls apart within days. It’s a crude and unsophisticated thod. A strong enough soul can even possess dead bodies temporarily.”

“As for long-term possession, it involves completely erasing the original soul and gradually reshaping the body through specific thods until it becos compatible with the new soul. It’s a process that’s as complicated as alchemy.”

“But this only works for supre beings who’ve lost their original bodies. And even then, it’s more about self-recovery than anything like what we’ve been talking about,” he added.

A long silence followed before Li Desheng spoke again.

“I think you already understand where all this is leading, right?”

“Yeah…” Lilith nodded, her voice barely audible.

She looked around at the countless holes she had dug. Each one held a dragon egg, resting quietly at the bottom.

“So what you’re saying is… none of the thousands of dragon eggs the Dragon Queen brought back survived. They all died nine million years ago. Or rather… they never even ca into this world.”

Looking at the familiar nas carved into the tombstones, Lilith had no idea what kind of expression she should wear on her face.

*Sadness? Shock? Anger? Guilt? Or… numbness?*

She had no idea. She really had no idea at all. Everything was just jamd into her head like one chaotic ss. She had once pursued the truth desperately, but now, she found herself regretting ever setting foot on Dragon Island.

Li Desheng looked at the once arrogant, fearless girl who now seed to have withered before him, and let out a soft sigh.

“I guess it’s always the truth that hurts the most in this world,” he murmured.