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Wait, what do you an, just a head? Your mind was even more confused. What is all this? Two beauties, one can transform into a cha, the other can spin silk. And sothing about a head...
An utterly absurd thought surfaced in your blank mind: I, Orion, am actually a philanderer. This mature woman is the main wife, and that cha girl is the new lover. My philandering ca to light, I had a car accident, only my head survived, and it was transplanted onto this new body. Now, they've co to contend for ownership of ...
...No, no! This plot is too lodramatic! Reality can't be like this.
"It seems his mind is still very confused," Kafka observed your expression. She gave a look to Firefly. "Firefly, could you step out for a mont? I need to talk to him alone."
"But, Kafka..." Firefly still looked uneasy.
"Be good. Go make a cup of coffee," Kafka said gently.
Firefly looked at Kafka, then at you, and finally stomped her foot. "Got it!" Before leaving, she glared at you. "...I'll find you later!"
The door closed. Only you and Kafka remained. She slowly walked to a high-backed chair and sat down, elegantly crossing her legs. "So..." she propped her chin with her finger, her wine-red eyes fixed on you. "Do you have anything you want to ask?"
There was too much to ask. You were silent for a mont, then finally asked, "Who are you? What is our relationship?"
The smile on Kafka's face deepened. "My na is Kafka. As for our relationship... you can see as... the one who pulled you back from 'the End.'"
"The End?" The word made your heart skip a beat.
"Yes. Everyone's destiny has a trajectory, and yours broke a long ti ago. We just... helped you reconnect it." You grasped another key point. "What did she an earlier when she said... I only had one head left?"
"Literally, it ans just that," Kafka said. "Your past, in a rather brutal war, vanished along with your old body. We took a lot of effort to find your 'thinking' head from the dust of the universe."
Your pupils contracted sharply. War... cosmic dust... a thinking head...
"Vanished? But my body is clearly still here..." You touched your arm, feeling the incredibly real muscle texture.
"Hmm... regarding this, we were also very surprised," Kafka looked at you with interest. "When we found you, honestly, you were just a head, frozen. We originally planned to find a new vessel for you. But Elio said it would be best to let you try it yourself. So, we just defrosted you and put you in the dical pod, nourishing you with the highest concentration of nutrient fluid. But unexpectedly... in just a few days, your body grew back on its own. From the neck down, bones, flesh... regenerating at an extrely fast rate."
"...Grew back?" You were stunned. Growing a body back from just a head?
"Why did you save ?" you asked.
"Because Elio needs you. In his 'script,' you are an indispensable part. Alright, enough small talk." She stood up and walked over to you. "Now, it's your turn to make a choice."
"A choice?"
"Yes." She bent down slightly, her eyes gazing at you. "We never force anyone. You have two choices: First, join us—the Stellaron Hunters, and embark on another, absolutely not boring life. Second, tell us where you want to go. Your hotown, or anywhere else. We will safely send you there, and then, we will never et again."
This choice seed fair, but... where could soone with amnesia go? "I... where am I from?"
"The Xianzhou," Kafka softly uttered the word.
Xianzhou... The word was like a key, suddenly prying open a sealed door in your mind! Boom—! Endless white light! Golden arrows! A collapsing world...
"Ugh ah—!" A violent headache instantly struck. You clutched your head in pain, kneeling on one knee.
"Listen to ... don't think about it." A hand wearing a purple glove gently pressed on your head. Kafka's voice seed to carry so kind of magic, and the tearing pain slowly subsided. "See? Past mories are poison to you now. Even so, do you still want to choose to go back?"
You gasped for breath, your forehead covered in cold sweat. The feeling of that mont was so real, so desperate. Go back? Your body, your soul, instinctively resisted.
"I..." You looked at her and made your decision. "I want to stay here."
Hearing your answer, Kafka's face showed a predictable, satisfied smile. "A wise choice." She stepped back and suddenly blinked. "Oh, and please forget those absurd and lodramatic delusions you had earlier... They're too unhealthy."
You froze, your cheeks feeling a little hot. She was referring to the little scenario you had just imagined... Wait, how did she know?
"However..." her voice lowered, her breath like an orchid as she leaned close to your ear. Her wine-red eyes held a smile. "...Why not tell directly? Maybe I'll agree."
Your heart skipped a beat. Looking at this dangerous and captivating woman, you found that you felt no repulsion, but rather... you were sowhat drawn to her.
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