Where Did You Die Glasses: Can query the final moments of someone before their death.
This is Saiyonji’s Manifested Heart Weapon.
This is also why Saiyonji never uses her own Manifested Heart Weapon in battle.
Compared to other Manifested Heart Weapons she has acquired, the side effect of this glasses shedding little pearls is insignificant.
However, Jiang Jian Yue does have someone she wants to know about.
Jiang Jian Yue put the black-framed glasses on her face, blinked, and began to silently recite Cuiyue’s name and her appearance.
Meiguan suddenly disappeared in April ’26, and at the same time Japan was experiencing the Millennium Event.
Cuiyue went missing in this incident, and Jiang Jian Yue was very curious about what exactly happened.
The scene before her gradually began to emerge.
……
Tokyo Skytree—this building hailed as the modern Tower of Babel—was now at the center of a storm invisible to the naked eye.
Rainwater evaporated into white mist when it approached within a hundred meters of the tower.
“Don’t fall behind!”
The roar came from Mr. Takaguchi, a staff member of the Special Response HQ Unit.
His muscles bulged, his uniform had long been torn apart, and the heavy firearm in his hand spewed blue tongues of fire, clearing the torrent of objects surging before him.
Behind him was a joint task force composed of DRG and Special Response HQ. At the very front of the team, a figure walked slowly.
Cuiyue, wearing a combat suit, relied on her stats to withstand dangerous objects that might appear from any corner at any moment—perhaps a truck at 200 miles per hour, or a cannon shell about to explode.
Her pupils reflected the ever-expanding chaotic light orb at the top of the tower.
There was something calling to her there. Both familiar and unfamiliar.
The group broke through like a hot knife through butter, breaching the last defense line of the observation deck.
However, when they truly stepped into the “Sky Observation Corridor” 450 meters above ground, everyone was left breathless.
The originally luxurious observation deck had disappeared, replaced by a dark red fleshy-walled space resembling the inside of a living creature’s organ.
In the center of the space floated a huge translucent crystal. Inside the crystal, a little girl curled up.
She looked no older than seven or eight, wearing an ill-fitting white dress, barefoot, holding a worn-out teddy bear tightly in her arms.
Her eyes were closed, as if in an eternal dream.
“Is this… the Parasite of this incident?” Mr. Takaguchi swallowed, his hand holding the gun slightly sweating.
At that moment, the little girl’s eyelashes fluttered slightly. With just this tiny movement, the air in the entire space seemed to instantly solidify into concrete.
“Since you’re here…” a childish yet infinitely desolate voice exploded directly in everyone’s minds. “Why disturb my dream?”
The little girl abruptly opened her eyes. They were not human eyes.
They were two bottomless black holes, within which countless shattered stars and fragments of history swirled.
“No good! Retreat! Retreat quickly!!” Mr. Takaguchi shouted hoarsely.
But everything was too late. The little girl opened her mouth and let out a sharp cry.
“Waaaaaaaaa—!!!”
No sound wave came; instead, the collapse of space came.
With the Skytree at the center, the curtain of reality was violently torn down.
The originally stable three-dimensional space instantly shattered like a broken mirror.
An irresistible, enormous suction force erupted from the void behind the girl—it was the space-time rift, a meat grinder of time.
“Grab onto something!!”
A DRG agent with rockification ability tried to dig his hand into the floor to anchor himself, but the next second, the floor along with half his body was sucked directly into the rift.
“He-help…”
A psychokinesis user from Special Response HQ tried to block with a psychic barrier, but the invisible rift seemed to carry “remains” from the past. A rusty World War II tank wreck flew out of the void, pierced the psychic barrier without hindrance, and smashed the ability user into a mist of blood.
Screams, the sound of bones shattering, explosions rose one after another. This was not a battle; it was a one-sided massacre.
“Cuiyue!!”
In a daze, Cuiyue heard someone calling her. But she was already unable to take care of herself.
She tried to cover her entire body with armorization ability, but… there were too many obstacles!
Thud!
A broken ancient Greek stone pillar flew out of the rift and slammed heavily into her back.
The intense pain made everything go black before Cuiyue’s eyes.
She felt her spine might have broken, blood gushing from her mouth.
Her body lost control and was swept like a withered leaf into the center of that devouring black vortex.
Around her were grotesque scenes: burning Rome, a frozen future city, the roar of dinosaurs, the mushroom cloud of a nuclear bomb… Countless images flashed by.
The accompanying ability users, one after another, crashed into these “remnants of history” and vanished in an instant.
Among them were acquaintances, such as Gabi from the Southern Cross who insisted on coming to find her companions, and Reina Hayami, teammate from Special Response HQ Unit 1…
‘Is this the end?’
Cuiyue felt her consciousness rapidly stripping away. Her body grew cold, the pain gradually faded, replaced by a deep sense of falling.
Before completely sinking into darkness, the last thing she saw was the little girl’s sad and indifferent gaze.
‘Where is this? No light, no sound, no gravity.’
Cuiyue floated in a pure white void. The pain on her body disappeared, along with the weight of her body.
“My, how pitiful.” A flippant, mocking voice sounded in the void.
Cuiyue abruptly opened her eyes. In front of her, a ball of light floated.
The light gradually distorted, finally transforming into a blurry human silhouette.
Although she couldn’t see the face clearly, the familiarity etched into the depths of her soul made her shudder instantly.
“It’s you…” Cuiyue murmured lowly.
“It’s me.” Meiguan’s voice reverberated in the space, as if coming from all directions. “Seeing you in such a miserable state, as a ‘father’—or rather, ‘Creator’—I really am a bit pained.”
The silhouette floated to Cuiyue’s front, extended a finger made of light, and gently tapped her forehead. “Little Cuiyue, you’re about to die.”
“I know,” Cuiyue answered calmly.
“The space-time rift is decomposing your existence—not just your flesh, but also your soul composition is collapsing.” Meiguan spoke as if stating a trivial matter. “After all, you are a ‘replica’. Your soul was originally patched together, its structure very unstable.”
Cuiyue remained silent.
“You see…” Meiguan’s finger traced through the air, and countless memory images spread out like film. “This half belongs to the transmigrator named ‘Jiang Jian Yue’.”
The scene changed, revealing the face of another young man—Yu Shirakawa. “And this half belongs to the original owner of this body, the chosen vessel—Yu Shirakawa.”
Meiguan leaned close to Cuiyue’s face, her tone becoming sharp and dangerous. “So, now the question is.”
“You, who possess Jiang Jian Yue’s memories—are you Jiang Jian Yue?”
Cuiyue did not answer.
“You, who possess Yu Shirakawa’s body and residual memories—are you Yu Shirakawa?” Meiguan’s voice grew louder, causing the white space to buzz.
“If you are neither Jiang Jian Yue nor Yu Shirakawa, then what are you?”