Legend Management Bureau Chapter 331

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The other You Si listened, casting a cold glance her way. “My name is Xie Yujiao. I am not from this space-time.”

“Xie Yujiao?” You Si was taken aback. “Among the countless sisters who report to me, that name has never come up.”

Xie Yujiao nodded. “This is also our first time meeting in a thousand years.”

“Our first time meeting… Could you be…”

“Exactly. I am the sister who gave up her memories, and now I have returned,” Xie Yujiao replied with a faint smile.

The two women lowered their voices, discussing something in secret.

Dong Qianqiu tapped her monitor. Her screen had frozen just a moment ago, but now Fuxi was finally moving again.

She could never have imagined that two versions of You Si had just paused time itself.

“S-sister…” Fuxi dragged himself to Nüwa’s feet, only to find her completely unresponsive.

Nüwa, who had previously covered both her ears and eyes with a colorful silk scarf, now only had her eyes covered.

One of her ears was completely exposed.

Fuxi’s eyes widened in horror.

‘When did she uncover her ear?’ he thought frantically. ‘Has it been like that from the start? Or did she just do it?’

Regardless, she should have heard his cries for help.

Why was she not reacting?

When did this sister of his, who had always obeyed his every command, start having her own hidden agenda?

Fuxi refused to believe it. He convinced himself that he was simply seeing things.

Mustering the last bit of his strength, he weakly tugged at the hem of Nüwa’s skirt.

Whether she could hear or see, she was bound to respond to this physical touch.

Sure enough, Nüwa slowly untied the silk scarf from her face, revealing her beautiful eyes.

“Oh? Brother? Whatever is the matter with you?”

Nüwa lowered her head to gaze at Fuxi.

Her gaze made him feel a chilling sense of unfamiliarity.

“Sister, don’t ask, just save me! Quick, tell me I’ll be fine!” Fuxi pleaded, coughing up mouthfuls of blood. “I’m dying! I’m going to be killed by that Great Pivot!”

The power of the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors was terrifying. The blades had pierced straight through Fuxi’s chest and shredded his internal organs. The agony was unbearable, and his life force was rapidly fading.

Nüwa slowly crouched down. “Brother, you are wounded so terribly. How could you possibly be fine?” she asked in return.

“You…!” Fuxi’s eyes bulged in disbelief. “Sister, do you have any idea what you’re doing?!”

“Brother, it is truly strange,” Nüwa said, her eyes harboring a trace of chilling indifference as she articulated every word carefully. “You once told me that only a Great Pivot could ever separate us. You said we had to slaughter every last one of them, or else I would lose you. You claimed that I would be consumed by sorrow and grief. So, I obeyed you, constantly guarding against any Great Pivot…”

Fuxi stared at her in stunned silence, terrified of what she was about to say next.

“I am currently… losing you, am I not?” Nüwa smiled, a stunningly beautiful yet harrowing expression. “How strange. I don’t feel any sorrow or grief at all. Why do you suppose that is?”

Fuxi forced his head up, tightening his death grip on her skirt. “Sister! Calm down! You must learn to control your thoughts…”

“I am exceptionally calm right now,” Nüwa interrupted. “In fact, I am in wonderful spirits. It feels as if a crushing burden has finally been lifted from my shoulders.”

“You can’t do this!” Fuxi roared out in fury. “If you don’t save me, then… then…”

“Then what?” Nüwa offered a bitter smile. “You used to say that if I didn’t do exactly as you asked, I would lose you. But now I’ve realized something. Even if I lose you, I won’t feel an ounce of regret.”

With those final, crushing words, Fuxi rapidly spiraled closer to death’s door.

“What I do regret… are all the lives ruined by my hands,” Nüwa murmured slowly. “None of them had to die, yet they perished simply because of a single word from you. I’ve had enough.”

Knowing the situation was disastrous, Fuxi frantically changed his tune. “Sister, I was wrong! I was completely and utterly wrong! As long as you save me… Cough, cough! I’ll agree to anything…”

“Don’t be foolish, brother.” Nüwa stood up and slowly took a step back. “Just as you told that man earlier, I am unconditionally obedient and possess earth-shattering magical power. Since that is the case, why must I keep you by my side to dictate my every move?”

Fuxi was completely out of options, and despair had wholly consumed his heart.

“Have you been dissatisfied with me all this time?” Fuxi managed to ask.

“No, in the past, I simply didn’t know the feeling was called dissatisfaction.” Nüwa let out a bright, airy laugh. “But seeing you exactly as you are now… it makes me feel wonderfully at ease.”

“If I die, there will be no one left in this world to accompany you. You’ll regret it…”

“So what?” Nüwa looked up indifferently at the gaping rift in the sky. “If the day ever comes when I genuinely regret it, I’ll just bring you back. But for now, I will not save you. Go in peace.”

With those final words ringing in his ears, Fuxi spat out a massive mouthful of blood. His body collapsed limply against the ground, completely devoid of life.

Nüwa gazed up at the sky, a trace of melancholy flickering across her face.

That young man earlier had asked Fuxi: “Have you never thought of repairing the sky?”

What did he mean by that?

“Can I truly repair this broken sky? Everyone in the world below is suffering, and I am likely the only one capable of fixing this…” Nüwa murmured to herself. “But what could I possibly use to mend the heavens?”

“Use the five-colored stones,” a voice echoed softly in her ear. Nüwa glanced around, yet not a single soul was in sight.

‘Who are you?’ Nüwa asked in her mind.

“Please trust me. I am here to help you.”

The voice belonged to none other than Dong Qianqiu from the Legend Management Bureau. She had never expected Du Yu to win his insane gamble yet again.

“Du Yu, hurry and look! The legend seems to be progressing smoothly!” Dong Qianqiu turned around and called out joyfully to the room. However, she quickly realized that while everyone else had regained consciousness, Du Yu remained completely unresponsive.

…

Staring at the familiar stone corridor before him, Du Yu let out a soft sigh.

This strange space served as a transit station between different points in space-time.

Whenever Du Yu needed to jump between eras, he had no choice but to pass through here.

But every trip here wasted far too much precious time.

The outcome of Nüwa Repairs the Sky was currently a mystery. Zhan Qisheng, Ying Ning, and Zhi Nv were hanging by a thread, and a massive war was imminent.

He simply had no time left to dawdle in this place.

Wearing a grave expression, Du Yu strode forward. To his surprise, the massive Stone Door swung open on its own.

Time was still sitting inside, completely motionless.

Before Du Yu could even speak, Time rasped out, “Nicely done, Du Yu. You told me you were going to kill Saint, but in the end, you played me and joined forces with him instead.”

Du Yu frowned. He couldn’t detect a single ounce of emotion in Time’s words; that voice remained as hoarse and grating as ever.

“Cut the crap, Time,” Du Yu said flatly. “We were never friends to begin with. Rather than trusting you, I’d much rather trust myself.”