Title: Such a me, would I be ravished?
“Height matters not, 140 is fine;
Chest needn’t be grand, shapely and divine.
This is a loli, mine to invade;
In dresses and cat ears, small mouth, big eyes made.
Short hair floats free, long hair, a pretty sight;
With candy and kisses, all day and through night.
No gossip to bother, no shopping to tire;
By school pools or park gazebos, fueling my desire.
Three years a windfall, death penalty, no loss!”
Qiweiya hummed the ‘Loli Anthem’ from before her transmigration, skipping merrily as she departed the medical building.
Tita Coris’s explanation failed to satisfy Qiweiya. Regarding Yaranayka, that alluring elder sister, Qiweiya’s feelings stemmed more from the lament of an eternal observer, one who had watched the ages unfold.
She had witnessed far too much concerning bloodlines and such matters. Across tens of thousands of years, she had seen countless tragedies, shed innumerable tears, and succumbed to myriad intoxications.
The affairs of the Lower Realm were beyond her power to alter or manage, for they were ultimately the choices of their own destinies.
No one could contend with fate, not even she, who was constantly plagued by the bizarre, chimerical beings of the Void.
‘Fate,’ that wretched b*tch, was not a living entity. Rather, it was everything that existed in the world.
All material existence served as its basis. The ceaseless changes within this matter, and the chain reactions they sparked, wove together into the vast net known as destiny.
Thus, those ‘Dragon-Slaying Overlords’ who constantly screamed about ‘shredding destiny’ were clearly deranged, deserving a lifetime in a mental asylum. No one could sever destiny; as long as the concept of ‘existence’ persisted, so too would fate.
Qiweiya shook her head, dislodging the rambling, chuunibyou-esque thoughts from her mind.
She needed to watch where she was going, lest she accidentally send someone flying—that would be quite the spectacle.
Bang!
Qiweiya stared blankly at the red-eyed girl lying on the ground before her, a pale yellow ponytail cascading down her back.
She was perhaps somewhere between a child and a young woman, her long sideburns framing a face that rested against the wide collar of an outfit reminiscent of a Japanese school uniform from Qiweiya’s previous life.
A crimson pool on the ground spread relentlessly, flowing towards Qiweiya’s feet.
Qiweiya’s pupils contracted as she saw the girl’s pleated skirt and clothes, already nearly saturated with blood.
She quickly knelt, pressing down on the girl who was attempting to rise. “I think it’s best if you don’t move,” Qiweiya stated. “Your injuries are extremely severe. Had you not encountered me, you likely wouldn’t survive until tomorrow.”
As the girl struggled ceaselessly, a cluster of green light materialized in Qiweiya’s hand.
She pressed it firmly into the abdomen of the terribly wounded girl.
The girl let out a comfortable groan. Under the influence of Qiweiya’s surge of life essence, her injuries healed in the blink of an eye.
She opened her eyes and abruptly stood, only to tremble slightly as her suddenly restored body proved difficult to control.
Qiweiya quickly steadied her, chiding, “Your body just recovered; you shouldn’t move so abruptly.”
The girl swatted away Qiweiya’s helping hand. “Don’t stop me! I have to save my sister!”
Qiweiya paused, then seized the girl’s arm. “What did you mean by that?” she pressed. “Are you being hunted?”
The girl struggled fiercely, finding she couldn’t break free, and yelled at Qiweiya. “Let me go now! Outsiders shouldn’t meddle in this! Be careful, or you’ll live in fear for the rest of your life!”
Qiweiya looked at her and smiled faintly. “Oh? Live in fear, you say? That’s hardly certain,” she mused. “Young lady, you truly underestimate me. How do you think I just saved you?”
The girl blinked, then realized. “Was that life essence just now?” she gasped. “What is your relationship with the Origin God?!”
Qiweiya nodded. “No relation needed,” she replied. “The Origin God you speak of is far away yet right before your eyes. I am none other than the Goddess of Ice and Snow you’ve heard of.”
The girl’s look, as if Qiweiya were an idiot, deeply wounded Qiweiya’s pride. “Hey! You still don’t believe me, do you?” Qiweiya challenged. “I’ll manifest my divine regalia right now and show you!”
The girl pleaded urgently, “Little sister, please don’t joke around. I truly have a matter of immense importance to discuss with Lord Origin God! You’re—”
The girl’s voice abruptly cut off. Qiweiya had already manifested her ice-blue divine regalia, releasing a portion of her divine aura.
Qiweiya smugly tilted her proud head. “Do you believe me now?” she declared. “I am the Goddess of Ice and Snow, Qiweiya, the Primal Blizzard, the world’s foremost deity.”
The girl, now trembling with excitement, pleaded. “Sagras Angela implores Your Ladyship to save my sister! In exchange, I will agree to any request you have!”
With her divine regalia manifested, Qiweiya’s demeanor grew notably calmer. “Tell me,” she commanded, “why are you being hunted? Recount every detail, every origin.”
Through Angela’s hurried explanation, Qiweiya learned that the academy was far from as peaceful as it seemed on the surface.
Beyond the overt departments—Extreme Martial Arts, Holy Magic, Arcane Arts, Special Abilities, and Bloodline Studies—there existed a clandestine organization known as the ‘Blockaders,’ hidden within the academy’s shadows.
Their purpose was to eliminate any who revealed the academy’s secrets, and they wielded ancient, eerie magic and martial arts. All their members were dual practitioners of both magic and combat!
Angela and her sister, Fiana, had been orphaned and destitute in their youth. Unbeknownst to them, their relatives had unknowingly sold them to Blockader personnel who were scouting for talented children within the academy.
Once in the department, the two girls emerged from endless trials, figuratively treading over the corpses of their comrades, to become the Blockaders’ ace operatives.
As ace operatives, they chafed under the Blockaders’ constant orders to slay vibrant lives.
To regain their freedom, they seized an opportunity when their guards were absent, infiltrating the facility to remove the control devices the department had implanted in their bodies.
However, removing the devices triggered an alarm. Upon discovering this, the Blockaders immediately mobilized en masse.
Under the encirclement of several city- and nation-level operatives, Angela’s sister, Fiana, sacrificed herself. She charged into the crowd to buy Angela time, only to be torn to shreds by a deluge of attacks.
Angela, who had initially intended to go back for Fiana, could only flee in sorrow, her eyes brimming with tears. Her mournful escape led directly to her encounter with Qiweiya.
Qiweiya’s expression remained perfectly calm after hearing the tale, but anyone familiar with her knew this was the prelude to a volcanic eruption. “Take me to where you parted ways,” she instructed. “I will help you rescue your sister and resurrect her.”
Angela wiped away the tears from her face. “Thank you, Your Ladyship!” she exclaimed. “Angela will absolutely honor our agreement!”
Qiweiya impassively stroked Angela’s tear-streaked face. “I may indeed require your promise,” she said. “But from now on, you two will truly and eternally be with me. That place is a veritable crematorium, even for deities. You must consider this carefully! I can forgo any repayment from you.”
Angela shook her head. “It doesn’t matter,” she insisted. “Our lives are gifts from Your Ladyship!”
Qiweiya nodded, looking in the direction Angela indicated. “Perhaps your sister also hoped for your survival, so you needn’t worry.
The current battlefield is not yet one where you need to be on the front lines. As for when you will go, that will be once you’ve reached the High God realm!”
Angela nodded sadly, clearly disappointed at not being deemed useful.
Qiweiya tugged on the butterfly ribbon tying Angela’s ponytail, comforting her. “Alright now, don’t be disheartened. You both have plenty of time; there should be a hundred years for you to grow. Take it slowly. For now, let’s go save your dear sister. Come, come, come~ come hug me tight! Yes, yes, yes~ just hug my arm! It’s fine… even if your chest covers my head, it’s perfectly alright~”
‘Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey~ even before leaving, she couldn’t resist groping! What a lecherous wolf!’
As Angela blushed shyly, Qiweiya theatrically called out. “Boluo Boluomi!” Only then did she teleport away.