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Chapter 1158 Natsume Chie, Grandfather's Relics
Human legs rushed past her; someone nearly stepped on her, but instinctively dodged to the side at the last second.

—It is a kind of awe that stems from biological instinct, an unconscious vigilance towards higher life forms.

Even though Xiaoye's rank has not broken through to the third rank.

She looked up.

Two faint lights shone in his amber pupils in the night.

A blurry image also surfaced in my mind:

Intersecting pipes, gleaming metal doors, and strange patterns etched into the corners of the walls.

Those were fragments left behind by the man whose memories she had implanted. The "array entrance" that Mr. Rhine had asked her to find was deep within this Tokyo metropolis shrouded in panic.

As for why we should go there?
Mr. Rhein simply explained that this was a necessary action to save Tokyo.

But this series of logical arguments was indeed a bit difficult for Xiaoye to understand.

Therefore,
She knew that all she had to do was carry out the instructions.

The kitten arched its back and darted out like a black lightning bolt.

She always manages to find a precise gap when weaving through a crowded area:
They weave between adults' legs, slide along the shadows of railings, leap over abandoned strollers, and even briefly step on others' shoulders for support during chaotic shoving.

When a human glances at her, they only see a frightened wild cat fleeing, and are quickly overwhelmed by an even more urgent fear.

And as she walked along, for some reason, the rain from deep Tokyo gradually stopped.

The clouds parted layer by layer, revealing the polluted, pale purple night sky.

This scene does indeed look very much like the apocalypse announced on the Ginza giant screen a few days ago.

The outline of the Tokyo Skytree appeared in the distance.
The towering radio tower had turned off most of its lights, leaving only the warning light at the top flashing regularly in the darkness, like a lonely pulsar.

But in just a short while,

Saya had already entered the core area of ​​Tokyo.

Most of the buildings on both sides of the street were pitch black, and in the few windows that were lit, one could see people packing their luggage.

She jumped over a broken barbed wire fence and landed at the corner of an abandoned office building:
This scene overlaps with the male teacher's memory:
Next to the rusty fire hydrant,
An inconspicuous metal door was half-open, the patterns engraved on the lintel gleaming faintly in the moonlight.

That's one of the entrances to the Tokyo Metropolitan Underground Array of the Resurrected.

It is an entrance that has not yet been taken down by the Night's Watch.

But the kitten didn't notice that at that moment, a quiet girl stood silently on the observation deck at the top of the Tokyo Skytree.

She wore a gray-white trench coat, her long hair swaying gently in the night breeze, and her cool face appeared almost transparent in the dim light of the warning lights.

The girl closed her eyes slightly.

In this place in Tokyo, closest to the sky, the air seems to tremble.

But it wasn't a broadcast signal band, nor was it the hum of electromagnetic waves; it was a purer, more ancient "sound."

—It seems to seep in from the depths of the universe.

It penetrated through the clouds, past the antenna of the radio tower, and acted directly on her consciousness.

[...Coordinates confirmed...Array activated...Calibration...]

The sound had no specific syllables, but it carried an undeniable rhythm that kept repeating in her mind.

Like a pebble thrown into still water, it creates ripples that spread out in layers.

Jiang Menghan's eyelashes trembled slightly; she could sense that the source of this "wave" was in deep space.

This was an interlude that Xiaoye failed to capture, and a 'fragment of the future' that Su Wen, who was engaged in the 'time travel game,' was unaware of. But these things did not affect his plans.

Therefore,
He was more concerned with obtaining Natsume Chie's permission and implementing protective measures for her according to the law.

Although the Second Divine Abomination had shut down the vast majority of her computing power in order to cope with the continuous wear and tear from the Fourth Era to the Fifth Era.

However, in order to help Chie trace her origins and even further enhance her control over her abilities, Faitha, who retained her maternal instincts, still performed some examinations on her.

But to the scholar's surprise, the examination was not long and there was no possibility of harming Chie.

According to Fausta, he only gave it a cursory scan.
After confirming that Natsume Chie was alright, he asked her about her grandfather's story.

Hearing that she was willing to waste time reminiscing about the past at this crucial juncture was quite surprising.

He did not interrupt.
They simply reserved a 20-minute grace period for error correction.

This is Su Wen's rational judgment.

He currently has three plans operating simultaneously:
Clues left by Chie's grandfather

Caroline's retrospective analysis of anomalous signals throughout Tokyo...

The cat demon infiltrates the underground cluster array in Tokyo.

Upon hearing the gentle question from this person, whose name she did not know, the little girl quietly closed her eyes.

She shared her memories from when she was still young, directly through the "spiritual genealogy".

Normally, this kind of thing is simply impossible at the first level.

And even if it were possible, no one would so openly share their past memories with others.

But as someone who once studied at school alone and even had to take care of her mother, Natsume Chie is indeed much more mature than the average first-year high school girl.

That maturity stems from pain.

But she still believed in Su Wen, which is extremely rare.

Next second,
Fragments of memories about her grandfather slowly surfaced before her eyes, like bubbles in the sea.

Having learned the secrets about the Third Divine Abomination, Faista also increased its computing power output, directly raising the core data protection of this area to the highest level:
That was ten years ago.

A summer afternoon in Tokyo,

The cicadas' chirping was so loud it sounded like they were burning through the air.

My grandfather squatted in the shadows of Tsukishima Warehouse Street, a brass gear between his fingers. The sunlight at that time shone through the warehouse windows onto his gray hair, giving it a soft silver glow.

Even now,
Perhaps no one could tell that this old man, who showed no signs of spiritual energy fluctuations, was once a fifth-order divine prodigy.

At that time, young Natsume Chie was sitting on the floor of the old apartment.
She clutched the yellowed blueprints that had brushed against her knees.

But the young children at the time didn't understand what those drawings represented.
after all,

The graphics drawn on them are far too complex.

At that time, Chie, who was not yet ten years old, felt that the paper was as rough as the calluses on her grandfather's palm.

All she remembered was the silhouette of a crane that had stood there ten years ago, silently shrouded in the morning mist outside the window.

Rusty steel cables dangle over the canal's surface, occasionally brushed aside by early-rising waterbirds, creating tiny ripples.

"These drawings are the last relics left by my grandfather."

(End of this chapter)