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Chapter 330. The Healing Feet (1)

Jiang Jianxin remained standing on the sand dune. Although it had only been a moment, it felt like she had a fragmented dream.

The first question raised by this dream is:
How many possibilities are there in life?

This is a profound question, and everyone will give a different answer.

If you were to ask the Sword Master this question, she might think of a chivalrous knight-errant who roams the world with his sword, a traveler who has traversed famous mountains and rivers, a Daoist master who practices swordsmanship on a mountain peak shrouded in mist, or simply a martial arts practitioner who drinks alone on a starlit night, or perhaps a leisurely swordsman who upholds justice in the streets and alleys.

However, the Sword Master would never imagine himself becoming a princess, living a life of luxury yet confined by court etiquette. Nor would he envision himself as a young lady trapped in a secluded mansion, wasting his days on embroidery and poetry, ultimately living a mundane and uneventful life.

After all, she was just a country girl back then, yet she dared to push aside the crowd and stand up. When the light of the sword pierced the sky, it was already destined that she would yearn even more for the vast mountains and rivers, for that more open world.

If someone asks her what kind of life she has envisioned, she will only count on her fingers all the possibilities that are related to the word "carefree".

Sword Master probably never imagined that in a parallel world, he might exist in a completely subversive, or even diametrically opposed, form.

In this bizarre and fantastical dream, Jiang Jianxin saw herself—a very cute and well-behaved little girl wearing a green tutu and white low-heeled shoes.

She was dressed in a medieval style, with her black hair flowing down her back, adorned with a pearl hair clip on the side, and wearing an orange lace-trimmed sun hat. Just standing there, clean and tidy, she looked as sweet as a cute little cake.

Unlike other playthroughs, Jiang Jianxin in this world is a kind and pure little girl.

She appeared very polite, yet carried a touch of naiveté—lacking the domineering and unrestrained air of the Sword Master in the previous playthrough, with no sharp sword intent in her eyes; nor was she like the damp and gloomy abyss of the fourth playthrough, with no lingering cold mist in her eyes.

She was like cotton cloth soaked through by the warm spring sun, wrapped in a gentle and obedient demeanor, reflecting good upbringing.

This time around, she lacked a strong enough physique and offensive power. Unlike others, she couldn't leap from the third floor unscathed, travel a thousand miles a day with a thought, eat tree bark and smear mud in the wild to survive, or split mountains and cleave seas to cross icy pools. Even a random python that jumped out of the forest could terrify her.

She was a very well-behaved and gentle girl, and her abilities were just like her—not overwhelming, but like melting snow in March, silently nourishing every inch of the land.

The rapidly changing scenes are clips of countless memories.

Jiang Jianxin saw that war also existed in that world. Immense magical power exploded in the sky like dazzling fireworks.

This time, however, she no longer stood at the forefront, becoming a cold member of the executioner's hand. Instead, she stood at the very back of the column, becoming a warm beacon.

As she slowly opened her palm, a soft yet bright light emanated from it.

—That is a green, healing light full of vitality and hope.

What Jiang Jianxin, the Sword Master, wanted to do but couldn't, became her job in this cycle.

Under the green light, the soldiers, who had suffered greatly from the war and were covered in wounds, began to heal their wounds, which were stained with blood and rust, and their hideous scars gradually faded away.

People ravaged by disease have their painful wrinkles smoothed out, their chapped lips regained moisture, and their dull eyes regained their sparkle with life.

Their clenched fists slowly loosened, their furrowed brows relaxed, and hot tears streamed down their faces uncontrollably—tears of emotion.

Everyone looked up at her again, but this time, their gazes held not the fear and envy they had felt towards the Sword Master when facing a weapon of mass destruction, but rather anticipation and gratitude.

In this green light, people seemed to see a completely new world—a world without the smoke of war, the ravages of disease, or the spread of hatred. And she was the redeemer who led them out of darkness and into the light, the gentlest miracle in the world.

The final scene shows a high platform surrounded by thousands of people. Jiang Jianxin sees the little girl standing there with her hands folded in front of her, looking down at the countless people praising her.

The green leaf between her eyebrows shone like fire, and people called her the Green Leaf Goddess. She had no divine status or position and was not recognized by the truth, but she was worshipped by the people through their faith.

In a daze, the little girl on the high platform seemed to transcend the vast sea of ​​people and smile slightly at Jiang Jianxin. That smile was like a spring breeze brushing across a frozen lake, carrying a gentle healing power.

A melodious tune faintly reached Jiang Jianxin's ears, its lyrics flowing like a clear spring:
[…expelling pestilence to heal suffering; dispelling darkness to bathe in clear light; eradicating past sins to usher in a new era…]

The singing echoed outwards, spreading like ripples in all directions.

Jiang Jianxin suddenly snapped back to reality, his gaze falling on the Angel's Diary on the ground. He didn't know when, but it was now emitting a soft, pale green light, the light seeming to have a life of its own, flowing like a gentle stream from between the pages.

"Gulu gulu..."

The green light flowed like lake water, meandering towards Jiang Jianxin, and finally converged into a bright pillar of light, which flowed directly into her body.

In an instant, a warm power surged through her veins. Jiang Jianxin felt a gentle warmth spreading through her mind, as if a new chapter was slowly unfolding deep within her consciousness.

[Awakened—Healing Feet.]

Jiang Jianxin, who had just woken up from a dream, slowly typed a question mark in his mind.

【? 】

Wait a minute, why is it called "Healing Feet"?

Almost instantly, the emotional truth in her mind seemed to have been hit with a funny bone, and she burst into an uncontrollable, deafening laugh.

Hahahaha!

Jiang Jianxin: “…”

The answer, however, seems more reliable, and it quickly provided an explanation that was both laughable and pathetic:

[It was originally supposed to be the Healing Hand, but because the diary fell to the ground and the green light flowed onto its feet, it awakened the Healing Feet.]

Jiang Jianxin frowned instantly. This was the first time she had felt the despair of "the sky has fallen" since she came to the apocalypse.

【No... this works too?】

She subconsciously asked herself the question, her voice filled with disbelief:

[Can hands still participate in this activity?]

Don't worry, we have a plan. To find out what happens next, we'll talk about it tomorrow.