When the plot-skips players into the game world

——Thud.

Aiwass entered the bedroom and shut the door forcefully.

He glanced at the table and found a chessboard on it. It was a half-played game of international chess.

So, Aiwass casually picked up some chess pieces and arranged them into the shape of Orion, setting up a simple soundproof barrier.

As the last piece landed with slight difficulty and resistance, an invisible silence barrier instantly unfolded and formed.

Accompanied by the sound of bubble gum bursting, the room's sound was severed from outside, like putting on noise-canceling headphones.

Cain felt he could no longer hear the birdsong outside, and the sounds in the room became much clearer. It was as if speaking with his hand in front of his mouth, more sounds would bounce back to his ears.

Aiwass hadn't even used any mana.

With his current "Great Sin Ceremony" at the fourteenth level, not even a Fourth Level Transcender could break this barrier.

"Sit down, Cain."

Although he was a guest, Aiwass said this and sat down on one side of the chessboard.

Under Aiwass's gaze, little Cain grabbed the hem of his skirt nervously and sat cautiously on the other side.

...Why suddenly set up a silence barrier?

Is there something to do... or should I just understand it myself...?

Knowledge from the Blood Celestial Marshal and Lucia's Path of Love continually surged in little Cain's mind.

That was clearly his own memory, his own knowledge... but now it seemed so unfamiliar.

Cain's heart thumped, feeling as if it was going to leap out of his chest—a sensation impossible for the Son of the Moon to possess. Though Fog Demons were not human, in some sense, their experience was closer to humans.

She instinctively extended her right hand to her chest, feeling the pulse. Her quickly moving right hand left a faint mist in the air.

"——How much memory do you have left?"

Just as Cain was panicking, Aiwass suddenly spoke.

This immediately relaxed little Cain. As her mood eased, her entire being floated upward.

Though sitting in a chair, she seemed to clip through it, her rear five or six centimeters higher than the chair. Instead of sitting, she floated upward while her thighs were blocked under the table.

"...Not much."

Little Cain softly said, "I only know who I am... but not a lot of my memories."

Her voice carried a vague sense of void, like softly whispering while reading a bedtime storybook.

Her tone had matured significantly, less childish, like a child becoming a grown-up.

"What about mysterious knowledge?"

Aiwass asked, "When you were the Blood Celestial Marshal, do you still remember the mysterious knowledge you mastered?"

Little Cain shook her head: "All forgotten. What I remember is useless... at least it can't become extraordinary power."

Her long, straight, milky-white hair hung loose, smooth like a waterfall, and shimmered with glimmer. It looked fragile and delicate.

"...I see."

Aiwass murmured.

It seemed Cain's washing was very thorough.

To prevent "Little Cain" from walking his path, Cain didn't leave her much knowledge of the Domain of Blood.

Just like after the death of the Fallen Celestial Marshal, the Sin Domain was opened... after the death of the Blood Celestial Marshal, the Domain of Blood became public.

It was essentially forcibly open-sourced.

Although the direct profession of Blood Magus lost its strength... other Transcendents could obtain and use the corresponding spell resources through "Blood Qi" related path traits or special ceremonies and magic potions. In other words, if little Cain had similar knowledge, she, even as a Fog Demon, could still use Blood Magic to mimic the powers of other paths.

But Cain blocked this path completely. Clearly, he did not want little Cain to become like him.

Memory is the substance of personality. Because of the change in memory, the personality underwent a permanent change.

"How about the memory belonging to Lucia?"

Aiwass confirmed.

Little Cain immediately replied: "I mostly still remember those—those memories include the ascension ceremony with you, stored in my brain. It's just that the part of the memory spent with family is missing, and the memory of previously reading the Codex Book or other esoteric knowledge..."

"What a violent washing..."

Aiwass remarked.

If the memory of the Domain of Blood is washed away entirely, that counts as a wash.

...Speaking this way, rather than calling it Cain's reincarnation, it's more Lucia receiving part of Cain's memory and soul.

But clearly, compared to Cain's soul, Lucia's should be more fragile—in a situation where both were damaged, it should be Lucia who was shattered more seriously. Yet, obviously, Lucia's personality was almost intact, just matured and acquired some memories unknown before.

Is this Cain's compensation for Lucia?

He released his power, transforming moon children into humans worldwide... lifting their curse of immortality. For Lucia, who involuntarily became his vessel, he shattered his soul to heal her damage. Even without Fog Sky Department gathering their soul, Lucia could likely re-enter The River of the Dream Realm, becoming the first moon child whose soul could flow into it.

...What a gentle big boy.

In this sense, Lucia was lucky enough to be reborn. As a cost, she merged fragments of the Blood Celestial Marshal, becoming the daughter of the Fog Sky Department...

——A genuine Divine Son.

"So, you have to start learning again..."

Aiwass contemplated: "What energy level are you at now?"

"Fifth Power Level. Almost anytime into Sixth Power Level."

Lucia soft-spoken answered.

"Fifth Power Level... but you don't know how to use your strength?"

"Yes."

Lucia reluctantly stated: "I only have the instincts of being a 'Fog Demon'. Like raising fog... or hiding within it. Even Mr. Ye Zhi's illusion ability I do not possess."

This little princess of the Fog Demon tribe, in some sense, still retains her meek sheep nature.

After all, back then, the Blood Celestial Marshal couldn't foresee her revival. He only cleansed the curse from Lucia's soul, removing unclean knowledge... like this, she could become the Constant Self's partner in dance as a pure "Eternal Self". This was also the Blood Celestial Marshal's wish.

However, now she wanted life but paused, turning into clean-slate status—a terrifying Path Power and a mighty soul but no knowledge or technique to utilize.

While Aiwass pondered, little Cain summoned courage and took the initiative to ask: "Did you... have anything for me?"

"Yes."

Aiwass raised his head, solemnly saying: "You also believe yourself to be the Blood Celestial Marshal, correct?"

"...Yes."

Lucia nodded somewhat sadly: "I am the last fragment holder of the Blood Celestial Marshal. Even though part of the memory is lost, that was indeed my past."

"Dying is the most irresponsible 'redemption'. Your survival is a good thing. Since you are alive now, you must take responsibility."

"...Huh? Responsibility?"

"Correct. Although initially, to set the Wedge of Hatred not becoming void, the moon children became so frenzied. However, what they did indeed caused destruction to many people."

Aiwass stated sternly: "The era is an unstoppable sandstorm. A single grain of sand falls on an individual or family—a disaster. What magnitude of misfortune the moon children might cause to be loathed and remembered even in the distant future when humanity doesn't exist... this is your responsibility now.

"——You don't want to trouble others again, do you, little Cain?"