Herta Space Station, inside Herta's private office.
"My name is Felicity. I don't have a surname. I'm seventeen—well, seventeen and a few months. I'm a transmigrator, and I've become an Emanator of the Path of Abundance."
"Naturally, I didn't ascend to this position because of some noble aspiration. No, I was granted this power simply because I wanted to survive. Or rather, I didn't want to die back then."
"When I first crossed over into this world, I somehow experienced the emotions of the Ultimate Creatures that drift through the stars. Honestly, the only thing missing from that memory… was my favorite jelly snack."
"Back then, I had no means of surviving in space. Even without the deadly Imaginary energy, the vacuum alone would've been enough to kill an ordinary girl like me."
"Fortunately, the Merciful Medicus—the Aeon of Abundance—passed through this corner of the universe. THEY heard my plea for survival and asked what kind of strength I desired. I figured I'd be greedy, so I said, 'As much as you can give me.'"
"I truly didn't think I'd receive exactly that. In that instant, THEY bestowed upon me—just a normal girl—the power of Abundance. Before I could understand what happened, I had become a Pathstrider… no, an Emanator."
"Who would've thought the transmigrator's 'golden finger' would activate like this?"
"I was a traveler from another world, carrying the soul of a higher-dimensional being. If this corrupted body were ever destroyed, the soul within would emerge. And with it, the power to reshape the world."
"But the problem is… who could possibly destroy this body blessed by Abundance and virtually immortal?"
Felicity placed the final period with a faint smile, closed the diary, and turned toward the girl beside her.
"I've finished. We can start today's experiment now."
"My time is valuable. You've already wasted eight minutes just writing your ridiculous novel."
The girl, clad in an elegant black and violet dress, stood with her hands on her hips. Her soft, chestnut hair shimmered under the artificial light as she glared at Felicity with open irritation.
Madam Herta. Member #83 of the Genius Society. Rumored Emanator of Erudition. The one who owned this space station.
"This isn't some made-up story, Herta. It's my actual experience. If you deny this, you're denying my entire past."
Felicity smiled as she spoke.
After awakening as an Emanator, Felicity had drifted aimlessly in space for a long time, unable to control her powers.
That was when she met Herta.
They made a deal—Felicity would assist with Herta's research, and in return, Herta would help her achieve one goal:
Death.
"What you wrote is absurd. Aside from the part about praying to the Aeon of Abundance, the rest is completely unbelievable."
Herta scoffed, unimpressed.
Felicity didn't usually keep a diary, but whenever she was about to undergo experimentation, she'd pull out a small notebook and jot things down.
At first, Herta had wondered whether this self-proclaimed Emanator—who suddenly demanded a method to end her life—had some hidden purpose. But after skimming her notes, she promptly abandoned the thought.
"I've been patient with you. I've indulged your whims. Even the Interastral Peace Corporation doesn't offer free services. Got that?"
"Yes, yes. I understand, Ms. Herta. You've already tried 114 times and still haven't managed to kill me."
Felicity replied in a light, almost teasing tone.
"Be accurate. It's not that I can't kill you. I just need more time to study your body. Honestly, I'm starting to lose interest."
Herta sighed, raising her hands in exasperation. Her expression curled into a catlike pout. "But this time, I'll erase you for sure."
"Oh?"
Felicity perked up, intrigued.
Herta wasn't the most reasonable person, but she rarely lied to Felicity. If she claimed she had a method, then perhaps she really did.
"Don't underestimate me. In the end, an Emanator is merely someone favored by an Aeon. Think of the Path as a great reservoir—the Aeon simply opens the gate for you. If I can find a way to block that gate, the power you borrowed will vanish, and you'll finally die."
With her arms folded, Herta tried to appear nonchalant, but her voice carried unmistakable pride. She had found a way to sever an Emanator's connection to their Path.
"Really now?"
Felicity blinked slowly. A smile played on her lips, and her silver eyes curved like crescents as she leaned toward Herta, whispering softly—
"Then when do we begin?"
"Back off."
Herta wrinkled her nose and shoved Felicity, only to sigh when the puppet's strength couldn't even budge the girl.
"I'll give you some time. Go say your goodbyes to the staff, if you must."
Even geniuses with no sense of empathy could allow people a moment to wrap things up.
"That won't be necessary."
There was a flicker of joy behind Felicity's serene smile.
"Whatever."
Herta shrugged with disinterest. She hadn't meant the suggestion seriously anyway.
But seeing that bright look on Felicity's face, Herta found herself asking the same question she always did.
"I still don't get it. You, an Emanator of Abundance—why are you so obsessed with dying?"
"I've told you already, haven't I? Once I die… I ascend."
Felicity grinned with a glint of mischief in her eyes, then reached over and gently pinched Herta's cheek.
Despite being one of over two hundred puppets Herta had created, the texture of her skin was delicate and incredibly lifelike.
"Tsk."
Herta batted her hand away without much effort. She was used to Felicity's absurdity. Turning away, she casually retrieved something from the display case.
It looked like a toy capsule machine—but instead of toys, a brain floated at the center, encased in fine metal wiring.
"This is the [Invalid Thought] code device. Supposedly, whoever activates it instantly loses all energy—mental, physical, and otherwise—and can only spew chaotic, mindless rambling."
Herta narrowed her eyes and glanced at Felicity.
Her expression hadn't changed. Still full of anticipation.
Then, just like the day they first met, Felicity turned to Herta with a bright smile and said:
"Then please… kill me, Miss Herta."
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T/N: This... might be PEAK
I read like a few 100 chapters, making it around... like ch300, cause there's a total of 600 raws piled up.
I stopped cause I got bored, so im hoping this translating thing gives me the energy to keep reading on.
This is indeed yuri, so not much I can do about that. (I love yuri)
If you are curious about what the mc looks like, just imagine her as a human yaoshi. Future descriptions show that she has wheat colored hair, green eyes, so imagine her has the person in the cover.
I'll try to get to 10-15 chapters before the day ends for me cause just having 5 chapters in the beginning is pretty sad.
I will appreciate any and all powerstones and comments, cause its fun to read them.