Deducing Godhood from the Fetal Stage

Chapter 43 Fire

Jiang Yun's consciousness was still stuck on that frozen image of the girls' dormitory.

Through his "Tethering Threads" ability, his current perspective is somewhat peculiar, as if he exists in two bodies simultaneously. One is in his mother's warm amniotic fluid, listening to Jiang Rang explain the Five Elements and Destiny; the other seems to be possessed by a girl, lying on his dormitory bed.

"So this is the first-person perspective of fate..."

Jiang Yun blinked, focusing her attention on the perspective from which she was being drawn in.

Then he saw it.

Wang Qian was lying in bed, excitedly playing a mobile game. The cold light from the screen reflected on her face, making her bloodshot eyes appear frighteningly bright.

Her fingers moved rapidly across the screen, and with each swipe, the little character in the game gained another wound, with blood splattering effects exploding on the screen.

"No, this isn't enough to relieve stress!"

Wang Qian muttered to herself, exited the game, and pulled a small box from under her pillow.

Jiang Yun's perspective followed her movements and she saw the neatly stacked small bags in the box, each with a label and containing a strand of hair.

[Pang Lele] [Chen Wei] [Lin Jiu] [Teacher Wang] [Guan Rong] [Li Qiusheng]...

There are more than a dozen names.

The bags labeled "Lin Jiu" and "Teacher Wang" now have a new label attached: "Unusable".

"It's unusable again..."

Wang Qian's fingers lingered on the two bags for a moment, looking at the mini-program on her phone, then hesitated, "It still won't work... Maybe I should use Little Monster, my real classmate... I..."

A message suddenly popped up on the mini-program:

These virtual monsters are of little use to you. Your inner demons originate from reality. Without breaking free from these nightmares, you cannot restore your Dao heart.

"Can……"

She hesitated for a few minutes before finally choosing to open Pang Lele's small bag and carefully taking out the strand of hair tied with a rubber band.

Then, she reopened her phone and opened the ominous-looking Xiaomo Decompression Assistant mini-program.

"Are you sure it won't have any impact on reality...?"

A dialog box pops up on the phone screen:

Rest assured, this product is designed to relieve users' psychological stress; it's all an illusion and will not have any impact on reality.

Please enable intracranial brain-computer interface permissions.

Wang Qian's finger hovered over the confirm button for a second.

"Sure!"

Almost instantly, several black lines floated out of the phone and connected to Wang Qian's temple, where there was a data interface the size of a grain of rice.

The next second, Jiang Yun felt her vision change.

It wasn't through a phone screen; she had actually entered a hazy, misty space. Wang Qian stood in this space, a gleaming dagger now in her hand.

Opposite her, a girl was bound by an invisible force. Her posture resembled that of someone sitting and writing something, seemingly unaware of the space around her.

Jiang Yun vaguely remembered the girl's face; she was a classmate he had looked up at several times during poetry class that day.

[This is truly an illusion! How wonderful!]

A light black mood bubble popped up above Wang Qian's head, followed by another one.

If I can relieve my stress in the fantasy world, will I be able to get along well with Lele in reality...?

At that moment, a huge bubble appeared in the sky, seemingly Xiao Mo's official bubble.

Yes, that's right. Once you've released all that distorted stress here, you can become a normal person again in reality.

Another "Great!" mood bubble lit up, and Wang Qian slowly walked towards Pang Lele.

"I'm just under too much pressure and need to de-stress. The idea that we can get along well after this is just an illusion, as long as I can vent my hatred here..."

Wang Qian comforted herself.

"soon."

As she spoke, she suddenly plunged the dagger in her hand into Pang Lele's shoulder.

Blood splattered, but it turned into gray mist as soon as it came out and dissipated in the air. Pang Lele's face turned deathly pale instantly, and tears and snot covered her face.

She jumped up in a panic, as anxious as a headless fly, her mouth agape as if she were saying something, but she had no mood to say anything at all.

Another emotion bubble floated out from above Wang Qian's head:

[It really was an illusion. I'm determined to get my revenge!]

Jiang Yun frowned, a non-existent brow, while still in the amniotic fluid. This wasn't just ordinary stress relief; it was the unleashing of sadistic tendencies.

Even if it's a decompression mini-program, although it's not illegal, it's still beyond the realm of morality, just like the ancient practice of maliciously sticking pins into effigies.

But the pressure on the internet right now...

If these mini-programs can be listed on StarNet, what is StarNet's review process for?

"Don't you love smoking?" Wang Qian's voice interrupted Jiang Yun's thoughts. She tilted her head, looking at Pang Lele, who was curled up in pain. "You're always smoking on the balcony, making me afraid to go there. You even remind me to go to class. Do I need you to remind me?!"

As she spoke, a thought struck her.

The dagger in his hand disappeared, replaced by a giant cigarette that was a full meter long and as thick as his wrist!

The cigarette tip is a burning end, with sparks flickering in the ash.

Pang Lele was terrified and squatted down, crying loudly, "Qianqian, I was just worried that you would fall behind in your studies! Is it wrong to remind you about your class participation points?!"

"I'll burn you to death with this cigarette!" Wang Qian ignored everyone and raised the ridiculously large cigarette with both hands, pressing the burning end against Pang Lele's face.

……

Study room.

"Look at my 'Renxin Birth'."

In the real world, in classroom 305, Jiang Rang's voice pulled Jiang Yun's consciousness back halfway.

Jiang Yun maintained a state of multitasking, continuing to monitor Wang Qian's illusion while listening to Jiang Rang's lecture.

It feels quite strange, like having two video windows open at the same time.

A drop of water had formed on Jiang Rang's fingertip without him noticing.

Its interior seems to shimmer with starlight, and its surface gleams with a faint blue-gold luster, making it appear exceptionally beautiful under the classroom lights.

"Although I don't have fire in my destiny, Ren represents the Yang palace and Xin represents the Yin palace."

Jiang Rang's voice was calm, but carried a focused tone as if he were explaining professional knowledge. "However, to refine one's destiny, one needs the Bing Fire element the most. This is the wonder of the mutual generation and restraint of the Five Elements, and the proportions in the formula vary depending on the environment."

Ling Jiu listened attentively, perhaps taking notes.

"This formula for combining and transforming into Ren, you—" Jiang Rang was about to continue explaining.

"ah!!!"

Suddenly, a girl screamed from the next study room: "Fire! A huge fire!"

"Help--!"

"Anyone here whose birth chart contains the water element? Help! Lele, hang in there!"

The tranquility of the teaching building was instantly shattered by chaotic shouts, running sounds, and the clattering of desks and chairs.

The shouts outside the door grew more urgent:

"It's beyond saving! This fire is wrong! It needs to be from the Hidden Spirit Realm, and it has to be yang water; this is yin fire!"

Ling Jiu and Jiang Rang were taken aback. The water droplets on Jiang Rang's fingertips instantly disappeared. He almost instinctively got up and walked towards the classroom door first, with Ling Jiu hurriedly following behind.

Jiang Yun instantly grasped the key words: Lele, fire.

He immediately connected it to the witchcraft murder case that had been making headlines these past few days.

At first, because his modus operandi was different, the first few times he used the same knife to cut, it was like he was a pervert who liked to watch his prey's despair and fear, so he didn't think of this aspect.

but now……

He used the "Fate Pulse" technique to bring the perspective back to Wang Qian, where he saw her holding a meter-long cigarette butt and burning the girl's body.

The girl's face was a blur, and her clothes were burned beyond recognition, stuck to her charred skin in a clump, with the faint smell of roasted meat still wafting from them.

"Haha, I never expected this cigarette butt to have a fire effect! This is so awesome!"

Wang Qian laughed heartily: "You even lent me shampoo? What, you think I can't afford it? Trying to make yourself look pitiful!"

"Credits, credits, don't I know that myself? You have to remind me? Is it so hard for me to avoid you guys?!"

Is it really Wang Qian?

The damage continued to worsen. Meanwhile, according to the Butterfly God's Eye, Wang Qian's title changed from [Student Second Transition: Associate's to Bachelor's Degree] to [Warrior Second Transition: Outlaw]

As expected, this mini-program was manipulating witchcraft and converting people into subservient professions.

My parents have gone to put out the fire; I hope nothing bad happens to them.

Jiang Yun immediately activated the Divine Calculation Technique to deduce a solution that could help stop it.

[Activate the Butterfly God's Eye to construct a dreamscape for it...]

[Use her sense of justice to guide her to perform righteous actions.]