After not sleeping for a long ti during the final stretch of her dream, Yvette arrived back at the chanical town’s RV and fell into a deep sleep until the following afternoon, finally waking up with heavy eyelids and a long yawn.
It was a chilly afternoon, the late autumn sky dark and overcast, with grayish-white light casting over the ground littered with dried leaves, creating a distinctly dreary atmosphere.
When Yvette stepped out of the RV, she noticed the elder sitting at the entrance of the town, brewing a steaming cup of tea. He gazed off into the distant skyline. If one disregarded his antiquated chanical body, he would resemble a solitary old man from a human village, every gesture infused with the weariness of ti.
“You’re getting up a bit late, Miss Yvette. Is this your secret to cultivation?” the elder raised his tea cup toward Yvette and then pretended to pour the steaming tea over himself to indicate he was having a hearty drink. The scene was abstract, but Yvette had completely adjusted to it and found it rather ordinary.
“Pretty much,” Yvette replied. “Elder, I’m preparing to leave.”
“Leaving so soon?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll go inform everyone.” The elder quickly stood up.
“No need for that. I specifically want to avoid such scenes, which is why I only inford you,” Yvette shook her head calmly.
“Alright… I understand your intentions, Miss Yvette,” the elder’s voice emitted an air of nostalgia from his speaker as he sighed, “Since you wish to depart without much fanfare, I will respect your wishes. I wish you a smooth journey. In our little kingdom, it may take over a decade before a visitor cos again. I hope that one day I’ll see you again and hear stories of your travels.”
“I certainly will… And please, don’t forget to keep an eye on that blonde girl.”
“Haha, you can rest assured. My mory is quite good; I won’t forget.”
“Thank you, then I’ll be off.”
“Safe travels!”
“Yeah, goodbye.”
After a brief farewell, Yvette did not return to the town but instead hopped into the driver’s seat of the RV, steering it toward a far-off destination—the ruins of another tropolis within the New Eden United States that she had already planned to visit.
Glancing at the rearview mirror, she noted the elder still standing at the village entrance, awkwardly waving goodbye to her. In her dark red eyes, there was no sorrow or joy; no emotions were revealed. Googlᴇ search novel-fire.ɴet
She never quite understood whether the emotional reactions exhibited by the chanical automatons, striving to mimic humanity, stemd from genuine feelings or were just an impressive act of imitation. This doubt had pervaded every mont of her life in the chanical town, and as ti passed, it only grew stronger.
Yet perhaps in her future travels, she would find the answer to this question.
…
As she headed north toward the colder regions of Black Tide Continent, her travel plan involved systematically visiting the northern, central, and southern parts before considering the next ocean crossing.
The northern region was naturally colder, especially since Black Tide Continent lay in the northern hemisphere, and with late autumn approaching winter, it hadn’t been long before snow began to fall, making the aberrations on the road increasingly scarce, as if they too were hibernating.
As she drove into a rolling mountainous area, she parked the RV on the edge of a snow-covered forest. There, she took out the material repair liquid she had brought from the dream and began spraying it on the RV. This was to avoid collisions in this visually obscured area where the already dilapidated RV could easily fall apart.
It was worth ntioning that Linthou Biotech’s material repair liquid was indeed quite miraculous. After spraying and drying, the applied area ford a semi-transparent hard mbrane of extraordinary strength; low-level aberrations would likely be unable to leave even a scratch.
After finishing up, the sky had darkened, so she returned to the RV for a nap. The next morning, she planned to set out again.
Before departing, however, she intended to explore the area for wildlife; if she could hunt a rabbit or two, that would make for a delightful roasted al and greatly enhance her traveling experience.
Thus, she began wandering through the snowy terrain of the mountainous area, not spotting any wild rabbits but encountering a few gray wolves.
However, the wolves appeared exceptionally vigilant, evidently mistaking Yvette for an aberration. When they saw the slender silver-haired girl, they showed no desire to attack; instead, they quickly retreated, which was indeed a bit surprising.
Observing them from a distance and seeing the wolves not daring to approach, she gave up on that pursuit. Just then, a distant sound of roaring motorcycle engines along with a woman’s piercing scream caught her attention.
Turning her head, she spotted a familiar blue-haired girl on a motorcycle racing down the slopes of a snow-covered hill, yelling in terror. The most outrageous part was that not long after she sped down the slope, sothing erged from behind the ridge—a dragon?!
Yvette stood frozen, taking a closer look, and confird it was indeed a dragon—a small black dragon with a wingspan of about ten ters, adorned with a pair of horns on its head. Flas billowed from its mouth as it sprayed fire towards the fleeing Ice Rain, who expertly maneuvered her motorcycle in a desperate escape.
Yvette’s brows furrowed as she struggled to comprehend the situation.
Though archaeological studies of the Origin Civilization had proven that dragons road the earth at least thirty thousand years ago, with clear skeletal fossils having been discovered, the issue now was that this was a post-apocalyptic world where humanity had nearly been eradicated within a millennium. Where could this black dragon have co from?
Could it be a uniquely evolved aberration that just happens to resemble a dragon?
Or perhaps… it had crossed over?
Yvette imdiately flew into the air, moving closer to Ice Rain’s direction. Observing a fireball about to engulf the chanical girl, she summoned a water-elental based defensive spell from a distance, forming a water shield that completely intercepted the flas.
The sudden intervention startled the black dragon’s pursuit, allowing the chanical girl to escape, while the focus of its cold gaze shifted onto Yvette as it opened its mouth once more and unleashed another fiery breath.
Yvette stood her ground, her body swiftly enveloped by red runes, which extended even to her dark dress.
After bathing in the flas, she remained unscathed, suspended in mid-air, hearing the black dragon emit an angry roar.
Yet just as she was preparing to see what other tricks this black dragon had, she noticed that it suddenly turned around, flapping its wings in an effort to flee.
This, of course, was unacceptable. A powerful cold wave surged from the blue ring of runes that spread around her.
The frost bolt had evolved beyond the form of a simple bullet; it had gained more variations. Perhaps it should be referred to as “Frost Control” now!—other spells had also adapted, as the restructuring of their fraworks ant that they were like programrs rewriting clunky old code; the only remaining link would be the shared elental properties.
Within the pure white chill, the black dragon, having flown only a short distance, imdiately stiffened, crashing down into the trees below, breaking several saplings amidst the flurry of snowflakes. As Yvette descended to its side, she could clearly hear its cries of pain and sorrow.
“Damn it, how could there be such a powerful human mage in this wretched place… and a female mage at that… She can’t be that evil goddess, can she? She can’t be that wicked goddess… I’m done for, all is lost…”
To her surprise, the dragon could speak the human language fluently, and it was evidently using the Lumina language. This confird her suspicion that it had indeed crossed over… Hearing the familiar ntion of “evil goddess” sent an amused smirk creeping across Yvette’s face, revealing an almost teasing smile.
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