(Greek Mythology) The Abyss of the Underworld
Chapter Twenty
Time travel is an extremely rare event, practically zero, yet she happened to experience it. With such luck, she felt it was a real shame she hadn't bought a lottery ticket; the odds of winning the lottery are much higher than time travel.
Time travel, whether you call it a good thing or a bad thing, was definitely a good thing for her. She died young in her previous life, so being able to live another life was naturally something to be happy about.
Back then, she was floating at the scene of a car accident, watching that scumbag cling to her corpse, staging a dramatic farewell, while her dear cousin cried her heart out.
These days, not only is her gentle, delicate cousin unsafe, but even her cheerful, sunny older cousin isn't safe—a truly bloody lesson.
"Beware of fire, theft, and best friends" is indeed a golden rule; replacing "best friend" with "sister" makes perfect sense too.
Watching her own funeral was a novel experience. Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar faces below, a sense of unreality lingered in her mind.
She was dead just like that. Shen Jing was somewhat dazed. After the initial anger, she had calmed down. She was sad, of course, but not devastated. To be honest, her feelings for him hadn't been that deep. She'd only had some affection, and since she wanted to settle down, she'd accepted his confession. Even calling it "love" felt forced. So, accepting her boyfriend's infidelity wasn't too difficult. Having struggled in society for so many years, she was no longer the naive girl who believed in love.
But her cousin… she looked at the woman below with complicated emotions, pursing her lips. The taste of betrayal was unbearable. They had been such close sisters; how had things come to this? She believed it wasn't intentional, but her death was an undeniable fact.
But she was dead. Thinking about it now was pointless. Fortunately, her parents were gone; she had no ties and could die peacefully.
Shen Jing gave a bitter smile; it was rare for her to be so sentimental.
But, was she really destined to drift like this forever?
Looking at the eerie scene of the surrounding graveyard, Shen Jing was frustrated. What kind of ridiculous setting was this restriction that restricted her to moving only around her own corpse? She really didn't want to stay in the graveyard forever! This place was too damn creepy, especially at night. Even if she were a ghost herself, it didn't mean she wasn't afraid.
The surrounding darkness and the lack of night vision meant that as she drifted aimlessly, she bumped into an equally dark spatial rift, successfully encountering a once-in-a-millennium transmigration event. (How delightful!)
After a brief jolt, her consciousness began to blur. In her half-dreaming, half-awake state, she could only see a vivid yet desolate crimson. Perhaps it was a moment, perhaps a long time, but when she regained consciousness, she felt her body changing. Before she could react, a vast amount of inherited memories flooded her mind, making her understand her predicament.
Looking back, it all seemed unbelievable. Shocked by the drastic changes to the point of near incapacitation, she had instinctively acted in unison with the other flower fairies born at the same time, showing no sign of anything amiss, though she was eventually discovered. (Honey, this isn't your fault; they had a cheat code. Even an Oscar-winning actress couldn't help them.)
Kneeling on the cold floor, her head bowed, only the intricate silver embroidery on the hem of her black robe was visible. An invisible pressure permeated the air, almost suffocating her.
"Get down."
After an unknown amount of time, a clear, cold voice rang out, much younger than she had imagined, but she paid no attention. Watching the hem of the robe trace a graceful arc on the floor as its owner disappeared from sight, she dared not linger and quickly left with the other flower fairies.
Only when she was far from the Abyss Temple did she slowly regain her senses, finding herself drenched in cold sweat.
"Sister, what should we do now?"
After a few seconds of stunned silence, Shen Jing realized she was being called. Stiffly enduring the stares of the flower fairies, Shen Jing was internally trembling.
Did someone dare tell her why they all assumed she was their leader?! Wasn't it too late to say so now? (On the verge of tears)
Faced with those pure, trusting gazes, Shen Jing felt immense pressure. There was no other way but to bite the bullet and proceed.
"Um..."
She suddenly stopped mid-sentence. They didn't have names yet, so how was she supposed to address them?!
What to do when faced with this situation of not having names and not being able to address them? I need help urgently!
Oh, right, she couldn't use her original name anymore, so she was now nameless herself. Creations like them should normally be named by their creator, but…
Shen Jing blinked hesitantly, somewhat uncertainly guessing that His Majesty Tartarus… hadn't… forgotten this point.
Transmigration carries risks; choose carefully. Although she couldn't choose, she was mentally prepared for all sorts of unexpected situations that would accompany transmigration.
However, compared to her predecessors who faced situations like uncovering the original owner's identity or solving survival problems, wasn't her situation a bit bizarre?
Chapter 20