The Cockroach-like Girl Is My Beast-Chapter 530 - 444: The Origin of Source Stone X Vishdair_3

Chapter 530: Chapter 444: The Origin of Source Stone X Vishdair_3

Since the will within the Source Stone, relying on connection, had already read most of Lin Guang’s memories, talents, and part of her soul’s permissions.

Then naturally, Lin Guang could forcibly drag her down through the connection, stripping away all Source Stones, and leverage the advantages brought by memory sharing to engage in a battle purely of will and emotion.

A true battle of the mind that leaves no retreat.

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In the bathroom.

Whoosh——

The sound of trickling water gradually stopped.

A graceful silhouette emerged from the shower, enveloped in misty steam.

The silver-haired girl walked barefoot, her toenails like rubies and her soft white soles silently stepping on the cool, damp tiles, leaving a faint trail of water as she approached the fogged-up mirror due to the thick steam.

She leaned slightly forward, one hand bracing against the sink, while the other hand, as delicate as jade, gently wiped the mirror.

The mirror clearly reflected her current appearance.

——The Sakaz girl in the mirror was breathtakingly beautiful.

Her features were exquisite, and water droplets, not yet wiped from her silver hair, trickled down the crimson angles, dripping onto her rounded shoulders and snow-white collarbone, sliding further down the prominent curves of her body before falling to the ground.

This was a perfect figure, one that existed only in fantasies and could make almost anyone’s heart race.

Yet at this moment, her gaze was locked solely on her own amber, cross-star-like eyes.

Vishdair looked at the silver-haired girl in the mirror.

She did not see the glamorous, proud self of today,

but instead, transcending time, saw the pitiful figure from the past struggling to survive.

That filthy body, with eyes always harboring an indissoluble ferocity and madness, the mercenary W.

In the mirror, her past self suddenly spoke, uttering the same cold, condescending mockery as in the True Waterfall over a year ago.

"You were never this sentimental, never cared for anyone’s feelings."

"You appear stronger, but have gained countless weaknesses."

"You’ve begun to fear loss, fear his departure, fear being unable to maintain this blessed life."

She displayed a look of disdain: "You’ve actually been tamed, how ridiculous."

This content wasn’t merely fantasy.

It was the exact words she heard when awakening to the beastly kin power of the Sakaz ancestors in the True Waterfall over a year ago, spoken by the simulation of herself.

At that moment, Vishdair directly punched twice, as her answer.

——What nonsense are you spouting? I used to be willing to do anything to survive. Life is a thousand times better now, and you’re being pretentious here?

However, at this very moment, looking at herself in the mirror.

She still couldn’t help but recall that time.

Not the True Waterfall.

But further back.

The moment she was about to cross the spatial rift and enter this world.

......

It was during Kazdail’s winter.

She was sitting in an old, battered off-road vehicle of her mercenary team.

The vehicle, traveling under the cover of night, drove through a vast birch forest in northern Kazdail.

The place was desolate.

The time belonging to life started in spring and ended in early winter.

And from the start of the long winter, there was only death, with all life leaving the area at once.

All that could be seen now were the snow and Source Stone Crystals exposed on the ground, reflecting the moonlight.

W, wearing thick bulletproof gear and packed with bombs she crafted herself, leaned idly against the vehicle window, watching the thin, lifeless gray-white trunks flash by outside.

She suddenly spoke: "Hey, Hedley."

That was the name of their mercenary team leader.

A deep, slightly erudite hoarse male voice responded from the driver’s seat: "What?"

"You read all those books every day, what’s the use? It’s a total waste of time."

This statement was practically a provocation.

Sitting in the front passenger seat, a woman named Ines couldn’t help but snort coldly: "What are you saying, you illiterate?"

But Hedley replied patiently: "It’ll be useful when the war ends."

"War ends? What a joke."

"His Majesty the Demon King says so in the books."

Hedley calmly said as he drove.

"The Demon King..."

W was momentarily stunned.

As a Sakaz, she ultimately did not disrespect the king of her species.

Although she had no idea what the female Demon King looked like, it didn’t stop her from harboring some admiration.

"What else did she say?"

Hedley’s voice drowned out the noise caused by the vehicle traversing the bumpy road.

"She said that when the war ends, Kazdail here will also have tall buildings like other places."

"There will be no more famines, and diseases can be cured in the best way."

"By then, we Sakaz will no longer worry about being killed, won’t worry about hunger, and will even have homes, no longer needing to wander every day."

"..."

W remained silent.

After a while, she asked: "What is a home?"

"..."

Hedley’s voice paused for a long time, seemingly pondering how to explain it in the simplest words for W, who was illiterate, and then slowly began to speak.

"A warm place."

"A place where someone is willing to embrace you wholeheartedly, someone who’ll cook delicious food for you, somewhere you can rest against someone. It’s a place where, just as you return, you know deep in your heart it will not betray you."

"In short, it’s a place that can protect you; a place where, unconsciously, you want to use everything you have to defend it."

"...Ridiculous."

"We Sakaz don’t even have, or need, such things."

Finally, with a sneer, she ridiculed this notion and spoke no more.

However, whether or not W was willing to admit it in her heart, Hedley’s words still sparked a thread of curiosity about the highness she had never met.

Time went by rapidly.

Yet within days, she inexplicably fell into the rift and never got to satisfy, nor ever could satisfy, that curiosity.

Then.

She met the young man who named her in the dimly lit basement.

Vishdair, the significance of this name was something she always understood. After all, being illiterate didn’t mean she couldn’t speak; at least she knew the pronunciation.

Vishdair.

Wish of a home in Sakaz language.

When she first came to this world, did the ferocious mercenary W truly long for a home?

Perhaps she didn’t really feel much, just thought surviving like a beast would suffice.

But she distinctly felt at that time.

The young man before her had his eyes gleaming when he uttered that name.

——The one who truly longed for a home was Lin Guang.

The young man shared all he had without reservation with the girl and then told her he longed for a home.

Gradually, she began to understand everything Hedley spoke of.