Game World: I Can Share Talents

Ever since the Qinghui Territory was reclaimed, it had been rebuilding and developing at an explosive rate.

The greatest contributor to this was, of course, Duke Qinghui, who had worked himself to the bone for his territory and its people.

To restore the Qinghui Territory to—and even surpass—its former glory, he constantly accepted aid and investment from all corners, using every trick in the book, from swindling to outright deception. This led to wild rumors that the great Duke Qinghui was selling his body for influence.

How outrageous! These rumors have been officially debunked as baseless!

Still, Westheid’s desperate efforts did seem excessive to outsiders. The "Branch of Prosperity" was still so young, with an immeasurable future ahead of him, yet he worked as if he only had a few years left to live, all to get his territory back on track.

To achieve this, Westheid didn’t hesitate to trample on all past traditions and violate every Law of the Mortal World.

Only Duke Qinghui himself knew the real reason for this... The time left for the Mortal World was running out.

By his calculations, the assault from Chaos, which had been brewing for millennia, could arrive at any moment. Westheid couldn’t pinpoint the exact time.

It could be tomorrow, the day after, or next month. At the absolute latest, it would be within half a year.

Blindly following the timeline from the *Poem of Destiny* was no longer accurate. The Pure Holy Spirit’s corruption had progressed far earlier than it did in the game, which meant the outbreak of Chaos would likely be sooner as well.

Time passed just like that, until one day at noon, Westheid saw Yolanda walk into his room with a serious expression. She got straight to the point.

"It seems the Ancestor is sick."

Westheid replied without even looking up.

"...She’s faking it. A Holy Spirit can’t get sick."

Whenever the Pure Holy Spirit got bored, she would throw a tantrum to make Westheid come and play with her.

And ever since she learned that her two closest "children" had to work hard to propagate their lineage, the White-haired Holy Spirit had gotten even worse. Every other day, she would invite Westheid and Yolanda to the Holy Land to "perform" the inheritance of the Blood of Qinghui in her "love nest."

At first, Westheid would patiently play along and indulge her, but as her demands became more frequent, he couldn’t be bothered to deal with the Pure Holy Spirit anymore.

"But the Ancestor seems to be in real pain. Nothing I do to comfort her works. She just keeps calling for you."

Yolanda frowned. "She said if she can’t see you, she’s going to cause a scene."

’That old hag... Fine. I guess I can go deal with her now.’

Shaking his head, Westheid stood up, planning to go teach the Pure Holy Spirit a lesson and, at the same time, give himself a break.

He made his way to the Holy Land Garden at a leisurely pace. Just as he stepped through the Barrier, the first thing he saw was a rushing waterfall, its clear, white torrent crashing down upon a slender figure with long, violet-black hair.

The Lady Knight was sitting cross-legged beneath the cascade. Her thin shirt was completely soaked, her fine figure faintly visible underneath.

Mivana sat as still as a statue, her beautiful and delicate face exuding an ethereal, otherworldly quality.

Seeing this, Westheid couldn’t help but ask:

"What kind of training is this now?"

The Wolf-eared Maiden hadn’t just been talking when she said she would overcome her weakness. She was truly putting in the effort. Mivana had set a strict training regimen for herself to suppress the ever-expanding Star Universe within her.

Westheid couldn’t make heads or tails of her series of training routines.

She was running all over the place, even asking the Pure Holy Spirit to build a special training ground in the Holy Land Garden. In his opinion, it was all just for show.

Hearing Westheid’s voice, Mivana opened her golden eyes from within the torrent and explained:

"This is also part of a Knight’s training. Many Knights temper their will and body in the abyssal waterfall beneath the Gale Heart, trying to remain calm under the pressure, sometimes for more than a month straight."

’The waterfall of the Gale Heart? No way,’ he thought. ’The water pressure there is strong enough to pulverize the special steel used to forge warships. That level of intensity is what’s actually suitable for the body of a Yonglan Knight.’

As for this waterfall the Pure Holy Spirit had conjured up... one could only say its aesthetic was more impressive than its actual training effect.

’But Mivana is doing an abstinence challenge anyway, so it doesn’t matter,’ Westheid mused. ’As long as it successfully wears her out and she doesn’t come to drain me dry, I’ll count it as a win.’

Mivana herself seemed to feel the waterfall’s training effect was insufficient. She stepped out from under the water, ruffling her soaked hair while staring directly at Westheid with a blazing, incandescent gaze.

"I lasted twenty days this time."

’Twenty days. That’s a serious effort... But why didn’t you keep going? And why are you looking at me like that?!’

’You want to reward yourself now that your abstinence is over, don’t you!’

"I’m here to see the Pure Holy Spirit. I heard she’s sick?"

Westheid quickly changed the subject, stating his reason for coming.

Hearing this, Mivana blinked, the desire in her eyes receding as clarity returned. She nodded and said:

"Yes. The Pure Holy Spirit has seemed very unwell for the past two days. Before, she used to come cuddle with me from time to time... To be honest, *that* was the real test of my concentration and willpower."

The Wolf-eared Maiden sighed. Just recalling the memory made her clench her fists.

The White-haired Ancestor had a great appreciation for beauty and liked anyone pretty and lovely. Westheid was, of course, the top choice, but if Duke Qinghui wasn’t around, she was happy to find another beautiful girl as a substitute. She wasn’t picky.

Besides, that was the payment for the Pure Holy Spirit’s help with Mivana’s training.

"So it’s actually true?"

Westheid said with surprise as he, along with Mivana and Yolanda, approached the villa at the center of the garden.

From a distance, they could hear a certain Holy Spirit’s sighs and groans. Her resentful, weak tone really didn’t sound like an act.

"So uncomfortable..."

"Ugh... I wanna die..."

"West... West... child, where are you?"

"..."

As Westheid climbed the steps, he saw the Pure Holy Spirit lying in a small lake. Her pure, beautiful body was writhing about gracelessly, inching forward bit by bit.

"West!"

Only when Westheid drew near did the Pure Holy Spirit, her eyelids drooping, perk up and scramble fiercely toward him.

She looked just like a giant mudskipper flopping around.

Westheid knelt and caught the white-haired girl as she threw herself into his arms, observing her carefully.

"SOB, West, I feel so awful..."

The Pure Holy Spirit looked up pitifully.

Her white hair, normally pure and flawless in the soft light, was now withered and bent at the tips. Her face, a picture of ultimate Aesthetics, looked utterly haggard and pale.

The Pure Holy Spirit... was probably, truly sick.

Westheid couldn’t help but fall into deep thought.

’If a Holy Spirit really can show signs of sickness... then there’s only one possibility. She’s been tainted by the Power of Chaos.’

’Only the purely disordered Power of Chaos can corrupt a representative of Order itself.’

’But the corruption in the Purity Forest should have been completely purged. For the Holy Spirit to still feel unwell under these circumstances... it must mean her sensitive nature has allowed her to sense something in advance.’

’Sensing... Holy shit!’

’Is it finally coming?!’