The Accidental Soul Connection

What does it feel like to fly through the sky at high speed, clutching a baseball bat?

Most ordinary people would never experience such a thing; indeed, it would usually be impossible.

“What the hell! Why did we suddenly take flight?”

The fright had coarsened Su Luoli’s voice, leaving her not only flustered but with her blue short hair swept back into a windswept pompadour, exposing her bare forehead.

“This is quite an unexpected bonus,” Li Yue quipped. “Since we’re flying, why didn’t you let go?”

She glanced out the balcony window, relieved that the baseball bat’s high altitude meant they likely hadn’t been spotted. Still, the balcony’s floor-to-ceiling window would undoubtedly need replacing.

“Hmm, perhaps you were too greedy to let go, and by the time you came to your senses, you were already at a height where falling would be fatal?”

Mo Linyu offered her speculation while tidying her clothes, re-buttoning the open collar before adding, “Isn’t this a good thing, though?”

Li Yue recalled her baseball bat.

As things stood, the Holy Sword was her absolute Achilles’ heel.

From now on, she resolved not to let others take it so casually. She couldn’t simply recall the item herself, and surely, she couldn’t rely on the Demon Lord to “threaten” her every single time, could she?

Li Yue rubbed her face, reminding herself that a man of her stature couldn’t just blush at will.

Then, her expression hardening, she addressed Su Luoli:

“So, Loli, you must finally believe what we told you earlier, mustn’t you?”

At this point, how could Su Luoli dare to disbelieve them?

Essentially, whatever these two “great immortals” said was gospel. Forget Demon Lords and Heroes; even if they claimed to be goddesses from another world, Su Luoli would have believed them implicitly.

Conversely…

Mo Linyu’s earlier assertion—that she would die if she failed to gather souls from other worlds—might also be true?

“S-so, how do you plan to find these people?” she couldn’t help but inquire, concern lacing her voice.

“Oh, so you’re willing to cooperate now? This could be seen as a blessing in disguise.”

Mo Linyu settled onto the sofa, elegantly stroking her chin as she spoke unhurriedly:

“The police interrupted us earlier, so I couldn’t explain everything clearly. Let’s continue our discussion now.”

She tilted her head slightly, her gaze assessing the somewhat trembling Su Luoli.

“Don’t just stand there; sit down. Regardless of who you were in your past life, remember this: we are now all grasshoppers on the same boat (TL Note: A Chinese idiom, ‘yitiao chuan shang de mazha,’ meaning that all parties are in the same predicament or share a common fate.).”

Su Luoli nodded, taking a seat opposite Mo Linyu.

Li Yue, however, interjected, “While that’s true, she can’t be of much help if she doesn’t recover her memories, can she?”

Li Yue possessed the golden baseball bat, which could loosely be termed a “radar.” Mo Linyu had the scar on her chest, a life-threatening mark that allowed her to sense approaching souls from other worlds.

Su Luoli, on the other hand, seemed to have nothing, rendering her utterly useless except for when an extra pair of hands was needed.

Mo Linyu inquired, “Do you have any wounds on your body? Any scars left from your past life?”

Su Luoli shook her head.

“It might be somewhere you can’t see yourself. Why don’t you just check in the bathro—”

“That’s enough of you!”

Li Yue cut off Mo Linyu’s suggestion, then turned to Su Luoli and asked, “So, when you touched her wound earlier, you genuinely felt nothing?”

Still, Su Luoli shook her head.

“What about when you touched the Holy Sword just now?”

“It felt warm, but not hot. Sometimes it pulsed, and then… it suddenly flew away!”

“Cough, cough!”

Li Yue cleared her throat twice, attempting to mask her embarrassment, and simply stated, “As expected, recovering memories isn’t that simple. Perhaps we’ll have to ask the Goddess.”

In response, Mo Linyu glanced at the computer in the corner of Li Yue’s living room.

“Well then, let’s clean up the broken glass in the room and get ready to stream! We haven’t finished our streaming time for today yet!”

“Why are you so invested in *my* stream?” Li Yue couldn’t help but retort, emphasizing that it was, in fact, her own streaming channel.

Mo Linyu merely replied, “During the stream, see if you can summon that person the day after tomorrow.”

“…Hmm, fine.”

With that, Li Yue retrieved a broom and tossed it to Su Luoli.

The latter, understanding her unspoken command, dared not speak another word and dutifully helped clean up the room’s disarray.

****

Mo Linyu was becoming increasingly adept at the art of live streaming.

Having never witnessed a live stream in person before, Su Luoli whispered to Li Yue in the living room:

“So Demon Lord-sama is a streamer! And quite a popular one, it seems?”

These words, falling upon Li Yue’s ears, were far from pleasant.

‘Damn it, that’s *my* streaming channel, and she’s saying *my* lines!’

Nevertheless, this also served to prove Mo Linyu’s unique personal charm. It wasn’t just her appearance; her bold and intense personality was equally captivating.

Li Yue couldn’t be bothered with the details of the live stream; her mind was preoccupied with how to help Su Luoli recover her memories, or at least make herself useful.

“Come with me,” Li Yue instructed. “My microphone is quite sensitive; speaking loudly here will be picked up.”

Su Luoli nodded and followed Li Yue into the bedroom.

Once inside, she looked around, remarking, “Hero-san’s boudoir looks quite boyish, doesn’t it? There isn’t even a vanity table!”

‘To think she’d use such an antiquated term as “boudoir.”‘

Li Yue was inherently masculine; how could her bedroom possibly be “girly”?

However, not wishing to reveal her true nature to Su Luoli just yet, she simply said:

“Don’t concern yourself with that. Sit. I’ll message the Goddess to see if she can help you recover your memories.”

“The Goddess?”

“A rather unlucky fellow.”

Su Luoli took a seat on the only chair in the bedroom, leaving Li Yue no choice but to sit on the bed.

Then, pulling out her phone, she opened the live streaming platform’s mobile app and located the Goddess’s personal account in her following list.

For some reason, the Goddess’s profile picture was the front of a Dayun truck.

[Li Yue: Hey! You there?]

Despite such an impolite greeting, she received an instant reply.

[Goddess: 😒 You truly lack respect for your top benefactor.]

Indeed, she was quite disrespectful.

Li Yue merely typed out her next question.

[Li Yue: Haven’t you been observing our situation all this time?]

[Li Yue: You know why I’m looking for you.]

The Goddess replied with lightning speed once more.

[Goddess: 😏 Hmm, well done~ To think you found the first soul from another world within just a few days.]

[Goddess: 😌 At this pace, you’ll probably finish everything in less than three months.]

Her typing speed even surpassed Li Yue’s reading pace.

[Li Yue: Don’t jinx it (TL Note: A Chinese slang term, ‘xian bie nai,’ meaning to avoid tempting fate by speaking too confidently or positively about something before it’s truly accomplished.). Tell me how to make her recover her memories.]

[Goddess: 🤔 The Demon Lord’s situation and yours are quite special. Her chest wound was caused by the Holy Sword piercing her, while you directly possess the Holy Sword.]

[Goddess: 🙄 However, other souls from other worlds clearly don’t receive such treatment.]

[Li Yue: No way to recover memories?]

[Goddess: 😏 You can try a soul-touching contact~]

As Li Yue typed, Su Luoli, who had been sitting on the chair, leaned forward, resting her hands on the bed as she peered over, trying to sneak a peek.

Since this was information meant for her anyway, Li Yue didn’t explicitly stop her.

Yet, Su Luoli’s head crept closer and closer, almost pressing against Li Yue’s face.

“Hey, that’s too close.”

Su Luoli’s hair, still disheveled from the powerful winds during their flight, had a few stray wisps that, by an unfortunate twist of fate, poked into Li Yue’s nostril, tickling her.

“Haha—ACHOO!”

Li Yue couldn’t suppress the sneeze, her head jerking forward and colliding with Su Luoli’s, producing a resounding thud.

Li Yue instantly saw stars, but as she regained her bearings, she found Su Luoli sprawled on the floor.

She had been knocked unconscious.

[Goddess: 🤓 Yes, I meant that kind of soul contact… 😚 Kissing with tongue is also an option, you know?]

Huh?

So it was a physical connection after all.