Transmigrated Into The Arms Of The Heroine Of A Sadistic Novel - Chapter 102

As a Destiny God who was about to undergo tribulation, Si Ming Shen Duanxuan pushed aside all her divine duties and came down to the mortal world, where an old friend of hers was keeping watch over a city, to take a “vacation.”

Her old friend, War God Shen Zhuo, ran a cat café in this city. Every day, Duanxuan would appear at the café on time, order a cup of espresso, sip it slowly while stroking whichever cat came to her for a touch of divine aura, and only leave when the shop closed.

That day, as usual, Duanxuan arrived outside the cafe only to see a dirty little black kitten lying there.

The kitten was curled up in pain, weakly meowing when it saw her. Its voice was hoarse, full of suffering. A breath that did not belong to this world was leaking from its body.

Duanxuan pushed up her round glasses with a grave expression and quickly knelt down, gently picking up the kitten before pushing open the café door.

“Welcome,” came a cool voice. A fat orange cat was perched on the counter. Upon seeing her old acquaintance, it shook its plump body, jumped down, and transformed into a tall woman with shoulder-length black hair and a three-petaled crimson divine seal between her brows War God Shen Zhuo.

“Why’d you bring a little one with you today?” Shen Zhuo asked. “What do you want to drink?”

“Forget the drink. It’s a transmigrator if we don’t save it now, it’ll die. Hurry and help me!” Duanxuan said bluntly, carrying the kitten straight toward the back room.

“A transmigrator this young?” Shen Zhuo followed, genuinely surprised.

“It only brought part of its soul across worlds, and it just happened to attach itself to this dying kitten.” Duanxuan pushed open a door, turned on the light, and gently placed the now-unconscious kitten on a healing platform. “It’s a demon, which is probably why it’s managed to survive this long.”

“Leave the healing to me,” said Shen Zhuo, approaching. “You go check which little world has gone wrong.”

After entrusting the kitten to her friend, Duanxuan hurried home and activated her divine monitoring artifact, the Mirror of Celestial Insight, tracing the energy she had sensed from that other world.

Soon, the mirror displayed its findings:

“Detected the divine sword Huixing Jian (Star Whisper Sword) in that world. The wielder, upon defeat, used it to reset time, severely disrupting the world’s order. Lord Si Ming, please adjudicate.”

“Show me the full situation,” Duanxuan commanded. “Play it from the beginning.”

Once she confirmed that time in that world had already been reset, Duanxuan set a temporal stasis barrier around her room and spent an entire day sorting out the cause and effect of everything that had happened.

“Master,” said the spirit of the mirror, “since that world’s time has already been reset, and most of your divine power is sealed due to your upcoming tribulation why not simply send the transmigrator back into the reset timeline? The Star Whisper Sword may be divine, but one of that world’s natives already destroyed it once. If you don’t intend to send a divine envoy to retrieve it, you can just let the same native destroy it again.”

“No retrieval,” Duanxuan replied, pushing her glasses again. “Freeze that world’s time for now. You’re right I’m about to face tribulation. If that native fails to destroy the sword again, more people will end up being sacrificed for the wielder’s resets.”

“You’re going to adopt the cat, then?” asked the mirror spirit. “Raise her until she reaches the age she died at, and then send her back?”

“No need for me to send her personally.” Duanxuan shook her head. “She came here as a sacrifice. Once time starts flowing again, there’ll naturally be a chance for her to return back into her own body.”

As she dispelled the stasis barrier, Duanxuan added, “But you’re right, she should be raised to adulthood. Relying on that native alone to defeat the sword’s wielder would demand too high a price. We must avoid unnecessary deaths if possible.”

From then on, Duanxuan raised the little black kitten herself.

In her original world, the kitten’s name was Xuan Lin, her spiritual element was Fire. Duanxuan took the character Lin ( rain), split it into Lin (forest) and Yu ( rain), and added the character Yan ( smoke) in between naming her Lin Yanyu to signify that this fire element being had come here through some fated cause and effect.

Lin Yanyu, grateful to her savior, was obedient and studious. Whatever Duanxuan assigned her to learn, she learned quickly and well.

“You want to become a demon exorcist?!” Duanxuan nearly choked on her coffee when Yanyu announced her ambition at sixteen. “I’ve been teaching you cultivation and magic so you can live in peace, not to make you take a civil service job hunting demons! I’m not short on money, and you won’t ever lack for living expenses!”

“I know,” Lin Yanyu said seriously. “But humans have police to punish wrongdoers. Shouldn’t demons have someone among them to punish evil demons, too?”

“How will you hold your ground?” Duanxuan sighed. “You’re a demon yourself, yet you’ll be joining the ranks of those who hunt demons. Even if you punish evil ones, your human colleagues will always doubt you. Do you understand that?”

“I understand,” said Lin Yanyü firmly. “But I want to be like you, Master to bring justice to evil demons.”

“Fine,” Duanxuan gave in. “As long as you’re prepared. Being an exorcist is hard. You and I both pursue perfection so if you take this path, I’ll make sure your missions are tough. Every one of them will test your life and death.”

“I’m not afraid, Master,” Yanyu said, eyes resolute.

So, when Yanyu turned eighteen and passed the exams to officially become a field exorcist, Duanxuan contacted an old friend in the Bureau of Demon Control.

“Don’t give her too many emotional attachments,” she instructed. “She’ll eventually go back. But make her assignments dangerous. That world respects the strong she needs to get used to that early.”

“As you command,” the person replied.

After hanging up, Duanxuan turned on her computer and began recording everything that had happened in that other world writing it all as a novel.

As a Destiny God accustomed to scripting mortal fates, it took her only a month to finish. She divided the story into a Prologue, Main Story, and Past Lives Extras, adding a generous dose of melodrama and cliché to make it readable.

Two years later, with her tribulation approaching, Duanxuan calculated roughly when Lin Yanyü would return to her original world. She then packaged the manuscript and sent it to Shen Zhuo, asking her to publish it on the online fiction site Yanyü frequented, three years later and to make sure Yanyu read it before returning.

“That sounds too risky. Why not just tell her directly?” Shen Zhuo asked.

“Direct interference and indirect interference come with very different costs and consequences,” Duanxuan replied. “I’ve already made mistakes and must face tribulation. I can’t afford to give Heaven any more reason to punish me. Passing the message through fiction is the safest way.”

“You could at least post it early,” Shen Zhuo suggested.

“I doubt she’d remember the details after five years,” Duanxuan said with a small smile. “Let’s just do it this way. If she misses it, then perhaps she wasn’t meant to know.”

When Lin Yanyü turned twenty, Duanxuan disappeared officially “missing in action” during a mission and departed to other small worlds to face her tribulation with her Mirror Spirit.

When Yanyü was twenty-three, while performing a solo mission, she was engulfed by demonfire and returned to the world inside the book.

Twelve years after Yanyü’s transmigration, Duanxuan completed her tribulation and returned. After attending several welcome-back banquets hosted by old friends, she went up to the third floor of the Cat Café in Demon Valley and pushed open her disciple’s room door.

To her surprise, everything was still there. The “relics” untouched proof that when Yanyü returned years ago to return the Star-Whisper Sword, she hadn’t taken a single belonging with her.

Duanxuan looked around with nostalgia, then noticed a piece of old style talisman paper tucked inside the diary she had once left for her. Curious, she opened it and pulled the talisman out.

On it were the words “Peace and Safety”, along with a drawn protection sigil. Following the trace of Yanyü’s aura, Duanxuan flipped to the end of the diary and found a long letter Yanyü’s farewell to her.

In the letter, Yanyü spoke of how much she missed her master, briefly summarized the great events of her world, and reassured her that she and her beloved wife would continue guarding it well.

Warmth filled Duanxuan’s heart. When she reached the final line, she couldn’t help but laugh.

“Master, I smashed your tombstone with Changxin. Since you’re still alive and well, stop doing silly things like erecting your own grave!”

“You silly little cat,” Duanxuan murmured fondly, running her fingers over the faded ink. She carefully locked the diary, tucked it against her chest, and left the room.