The things inside were definitely very important to him.
The original body in the original story probably wanted to obtain them too but never managed to get inside.
It was only after being besieged that his bloodline was triggered, causing an outburst.
The two of them used every ounce of strength to push open a crack.
Seeing Vilan looking so anxious, Rosacith asked, “Brother, is what’s inside really that important?”
“Yeah, very important. I can feel it pulling me.”
“You go in first. I’ll wait outside. The gap we’ve opened now should be enough for you to get through.”
“Thanks, little sister. Wait for me a bit, and don’t get into any conflicts with others. I’ll be out soon.”
With that, Vilan immediately rushed inside.
Without his strength, Rosacith couldn’t hold the door and it slammed shut tightly.
“Huff… I hope brother will be alright.”
Rosacith prayed silently.
After entering, Vilan realized a crucial problem—this door was so heavy, how was he supposed to get out?
“Forget it. I’ll find what’s attracting me first and worry about the exit later.”
Following the aura, Vilan walked forward. He felt it was related to the banshee, but why would such an item be here?
Also, the original story had no plot about the items inside this door.
He knew that Celesete inside the middle door obtained the ancient god’s authority inheritance, and Gloria gained a very important necklace after entering the left door.
Looks like it’s his turn to uncover the secret of the right door.
Step by step, Vilan’s senses became more precise.
It was a forbidden summons from the primordial age, rooted in the origin of bloodline itself.
His steps slowed, as if suppressed by something. Vilan’s gaze fell on the ring on his hand.
“Is it suppressing my banshee bloodline?”
This ring, given by his mother, was originally meant to hide himself.
Unexpectedly, here it became a restraint to his bloodline awakening.
After hesitation, Vilan simply took the ring off.
A pair of small black wings blossomed again on his head; the pitch-black feathered horns looked both demonic and exquisitely beautiful.
His magical power surged as well, and even the arcane knowledge within him couldn’t be contained. Countless arcane spells materialized into real forms circling around him.
“This is Impact, this is Time…”
Vilan glanced over, only able to recognize the arcane spells he knew. In his mind, he quickly memorized all the arcane spells he didn’t know.
Arcane cultivation was quite special; it relied on personal comprehension.
Each person’s arcane structure was different.
Now, Vilan felt these arcane spells had been made concrete—if he remembered them, he could release them.
After memorizing two, Vilan felt a splitting headache—his mind couldn’t endure it.
Although regrettable, he had no choice but to stop looking at the rest.
At the end of the path stood countless stone pillars on either side, astonishingly, each stone pillar was crowned with those ordinary banshee horns resembling a ram’s horn.
At the center was a massive throne, wrapped on both sides by a pair of black wings.
Vilan’s heart grew uneasy.
What was going on?
No matter what, an ancient god’s relic shouldn’t have anything to do with the banshee tribe.
What was this place really?
Was he being set up?
Had someone discovered his transmigration and purposely left these things for him, treating him like a pawn?
After all, these royal banshee horns on display seemed to blatantly announce, “This is prepared for you—take it quickly.”
Vilan took a deep breath, stepped onto the platform, and saw what was on the throne.
That was what had been drawing him all along…
“A crown?”
On the throne sat a crown, entirely black, as if made from obsidian.
Its surface was dotted with tiny white specks that twinkled like stars, and at its center was set a red gemstone.
Vilan carefully picked it up.
But the next moment, the black crown instantly transformed into a beam of black light that shot into his mind.
“No good! What is this? Something’s entering my brain?!”
Vilan touched his head.
Before he could react, his body became unbearably hot.
Weakly, he dropped to one knee, gasping heavily.
“This is really bad…”
A drop of sweat slid down as black mist spread over his body.
His body began to change.
First, the horns on his head transformed from one pair of black wings to two pairs.
The four small wings made the horns appear even more divine and splendid.
His gray hair grew longer, falling past his waist.
His once delicate face softened even more, and a pair of enchanting, captivating eyes reminiscent of Marinsa’s appeared.
Just looking at his cheeks made one feel irresistibly alluring and full of charm.
Vilan felt an unusual heaviness in his chest—it suddenly bulged out.
“So uncomfortable…”
Vilan weakly voiced out, the soft tone carrying an eerie sensation, like feathers brushing past ears.
He no longer cared that his voice sounded feminine, only blushing deeply as he gasped for breath.
“My baby… don’t be afraid, Mama is here.”
Just as Vilan was filled with panic, he suddenly felt someone pick him up, a strong scent of milk filling the air.
Blushing, Vilan lifted his head, his small red lips trembling.
“Mom.”
“Good, don’t be scared.”
Marinsa laughed softly, stroking Vilan’s hair gently, leaving a kiss on his forehead.
“No! My voice… and why is my chest so big? Mom… sob, I’ve turned into a girl.”
As Vilan gradually recovered, he realized something was wrong.
For some reason, he felt extremely aggrieved, tears suddenly welling up.
“Sweetheart, it’s okay, don’t worry.”
Marinsa comforted Vilan warmly.
Vilan angrily shook his fists, not understanding why he was suddenly so emotional, but feeling even more wronged.
“What do you mean ‘okay’? Your precious son has turned into a daughter!”
Vilan looked pitifully at Marinsa, but she still smiled brightly.
That made Vilan realize something.
“Mom, you didn’t already know I’d become like this, did you?”
Vilan asked in disbelief.
Marinsa’s smile deepened, and Vilan seemed to understand everything.
“Oh, baby, look how cute you are like this. Isn’t being a girl better?”
Marinsa held Vilan’s face with a smile.
“No! Have you considered my feelings? I’ve been a boy since I was little. You just turned me into this all at once!”
Though clearly angry, Vilan looked unbearably wronged.
“Sweetheart, I’m sorry, but this wasn’t my intention. In the banshee royal family, it’s possible to give birth to a male heir due to the overwhelming banshee bloodline, which causes an internal seal. And you, my child, are such an existence. Now, don’t be upset. After all, you were always meant to be a girl.”
“Always meant to be a girl.”
Those seven words struck Vilan like a thunderbolt.
For a moment, he felt like he couldn’t breathe.
He had lived two lifetimes as a male! It was really hard to accept.
“Also… although I want to tell you more, time is running out. I only have a little magic left to transfer the banshee sovereign’s authority to you.”
“I knew this day would come, so I left my authority to you from the start.”
Vilan calmed down but his heart churned.
No wonder his mother couldn’t solve the rebellion—she had long stripped the power and passed it to him.
“Mom, what should I do?”
He looked at Marinsa.
It was time to focus on the important matters.
“Relax. I will pass this power to you.”
Then, a thick, strange black light entered Vilan’s body. Instantly, he felt something like a seed inside, continuously supplying power.
“Moon Authority…”
Vilan sensed the power inside him growing clearer.
“Since you’re already a girl, let me give you a new name. From now on, you’ll be called Vilandiel.”
Vilan was still digesting the power, no time to argue with Marinsa.
Her words kept coming.
“This outfit looks awful. Let me change you into something else.”
Vilan felt something envelop his body; the sensation of his clothes became much softer.
After a moment, Vilan finally felt the authority fully absorbed.
He slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of stale air.
“Finally done. Now, Mom can rest easy…”
Marinsa looked at Vilan with unspeakable tenderness before her body turned into starlight and slowly dissipated.
Vilan felt reluctant but understood her time was up.
“Mom, I will avenge you!”
“Mm, I look forward to that. But for now, go help your little sister. I’ve held off many attacks for her, but she won’t be able to resist much longer…”
“Rosacith?”
Vilan’s heart jolted. Marinsa’s body had completely vanished. He bitterly whispered, “Goodbye.”
But reality allowed no hesitation.
According to the Moon Authority within, a thought was issued.
The full moon spun and his body instantly radiated moonlight before disappearing.
Outside the door.
Rosacith gripped her longsword tightly, blood staining the corner of her mouth. Her eyes were resolute.
“I have to hold on…”
Many people had just arrived in front of these three doors, but surprisingly, no matter how many tried, none could push them open.
Some ill-intentioned and empty-handed individuals turned their sights on the weakest present—Rosacith.
The sword in her hand was clearly no ordinary item.
Its exquisite craftsmanship contrasted with her modest attire, drawing many covetous glances.
But since the sword was given by her brother, she wouldn’t let anyone snatch it.
With that belief, she resisted, though ineffectively.
Just as she was about to be struck down, a transparent shield blocked all attacks, allowing her to recover.
After a long, fruitless assault, the attackers ceased.
But they believed the shield was Rosacith’s own doing and stayed nearby, expecting her defense to eventually fail.
Among the crowd, many had gathered.
Though Enya was a saintess, she was powerless in this situation, as many fighting for Rosacith supported their own country’s heirs.
From a political stance, she could not antagonize them.
Gloria stood with arms crossed, originally only examining the necklace she had just acquired and waiting for Celesete to emerge.
But when the transparent barrier in front of Rosacith appeared, her interest was piqued.
She immediately recognized the barrier’s extraordinary nature.
Not even those useless ones, nor everyone attacking together, could affect it.
“The barrier has vanished!”
Hearing this, Rosacith’s heart trembled sharply, but she gripped her longsword even tighter.
“Little sister, I don’t want your fragment or your life. After all, you don’t want to be eliminated from this trial, right? Just hand over the weapon, and I’ll guarantee your safety in this relic. How about that?”
“Yeah, yeah, me too. I don’t want your life.”
Among the five trying to seize Rosacith’s weapon, the youth in front spoke.
As a swordsman interested in legendary swords, he immediately recognized this as the famed sword of a thousand years ago—Xuepo.
He was fascinated by famous swords, especially this legendary blade.
“I will never give it to you!”
Rosacith said firmly.
She was stubborn by nature and once she made up her mind, she would persist.
“Then I’m sorry, but I’ll have to take it.”
The youth quickly stepped forward, too fast for Rosacith to react.
Just as he was about to reach her—
“Let’s see who dares!”
Moonlight surged out.
A full moon spun overhead, then shattered into countless shooting stars.
The youth instantly felt a sense of danger and hurriedly retreated.
A clear voice echoed.
A slender black dress fluttered. Black heels struck the ground, connecting to black silk and slender legs.
As the moonlight faded, a veiled figure appeared, exuding indescribable charm, with two pairs of feathered horns on her head making her even more mysterious.
“Is she a goddess?”
That was the first thought in everyone’s minds.