"Indeed, Master!" Harriet responded without a moment's delay.
"Excellent!" With a satisfied short nod, I signaled my method. Holding onto her hands, a lambent golden aura channeled our beings.
Countless thin strands from my spirit pulled out, acting as conduits, linking my essence to Harriet's form.
"Aargh!" Clenching my jaw, I suppressed a guttural cry, but still a roar escaped my lips.
The process of two spirit entities amalgamating was an acute ordeal overwrought with further discomfort.
As the threads connected to the cell of her vessel, My soul started to jerk towards her body.
Resembling luminescent small pipes, the threads gradually siphoned my soul while my transparent physical form began to dispatching, all in the pursuit of coalescing with hers; a process corresponding to imbibing liquid passion but in body.
Though incandescent as constellations, a sense of depletion straggle as my spirit unsegregated within her.
"Teehee~~ I'm going to work with my powerful master." Contrarily, Harriet seemed immune to any soreness.
Her prolepsis overshadows any potential distress.
Eventually, my perceptions faltered as the cloak of oblivion draped itself all around me. Unbeknownst to me, I lost sight of reality, surrendering to the encroaching darkness.
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Upon my Awakening, I was sequestered within the form of a juvenile - a clear demonstration to the success of our combined soul technique.
—whew!
Mmm, Indeed, our souls had seamlessly coalesced.
'Ah! Feels almost sexy. Harriet, are you present?' my speech vibrated internally for an external audience.
[Yes, Master. I am pleased to assert that we are unified once again.] Harriet's lovely answers found its way in my cerebrum's alcoves, only perceptible to people if she deemed fit to disclose.
Ah, I forgot to mention, Harriet is a feminist computer and has a special place in my crimson heart: A critical role of a daughter.
"So, the previous owner of this body took their own life at the tender age of eleven. You run away from home, and her family is unsuspecting of her death."
I pondered aloud, this evocation of stern insight provided by two individuals: Harriet and Mia White(The real owner of the body).
[Yes, Master! As you instructed, I've recruited a few powerful individuals and set up a covert group or should I say clandestine organization? Only a selected handful are privy of your true identity about living as Mia white.]
[But they are nescient of your true prowess, your reincarnation. Initially, this vessel bore green hair and black eyes, but alterations occurred once I took residence within it.]
Ah, so that plan has worked as it should be.
Evidently, after Harriet and I devised our scheme, she was to be reincarnated into this world, establish a private company, and recruit talented individuals to serve under my command.
I intend for them to mature in realms, laying the groundwork for my revenge against the individual who paid my so-called friends to end my life.
Once Harriet has instituted the operation, she will summon me back using our special spell and connections, enabling me to return to this world and take action with more comprehension.
"Harriet, your work is truly commendable. You're like a cherished daughter to me." I praised her, eliciting a giggle from her within my mind.
[Thank you, Master!]
Hmm? Can't she call me mother? After a second thought, I requested a different one. "Show me my status."
[Alright! You'll be pleasantly surprised by my progress.]
"..." Raising an eyebrow at her confidence, I was silent and awaited the display. Furthermore, I was gratified, thinking about the aftermath of her words.
—Ding!
Shortly after, a screen was in front of me, its blue hue complemented by white text, spotting my character photo like Rpg games with comprehensive details.
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Name ➔ Iris Hope
Race ➔ Human
Bloodline ➔ Fox progenitor(Error)
CR(Cultivation realms) ➔ Fusion Realm
Stage ➔ 5Th
Exp ➔ 2720/ 3500
[ — Affinities — ]
1. Fire Mastery ➔ 16%
2. Dark Mastery ➔ 10 %
3. Thunder Mastery ➔ 12%
Inventory ➔ Id card |-| 7 lakhs gold |-| Bracelet |-| Smart Watch
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Huh! Is my vision playing tricks on me? I rubbed my eyes and double-checked.
"I'm quite into fusion realms." I mockingly chorted inwardly, amused by the irony of it all. You know what, If this isn't comical, then I don't know what is.
Arriving at this juncture on fusion realms isn't exactly a laughing matter, one might argue.
Today, Physically I'm 17 years old, just a few days past my birth or Mia's birth.
And the current realms, I'm at, are impossible to procure for a child the same age as me, even for me. That is how rare this story is.
In my previous life, I attained the status of a true goddess at the age of 129.
In the whole Cultivation world, that's considered remarkably young and verges on defying the heavens.
If my calculations hold true, I'm now 159 years old. If things continue in this vein... PERHAPS I CAN SURPASS MY PREVIOUS ACHIEVEMENTS.
"Hehehe~~ HAHAHAHAHA~~" I was practically trembling with joy. In my previous life, I never got to play around with a system like this before ascending to goddesshood.
Now, if this system can turbocharge my Cultivation...
"I'll be making history while kicking everyone's ass, mmm, it will be merrymaking brother… Ahh yeah, Woohoo!" I was bouncing like childrens.
Ahh, If my fans want a piece of me, they can dream in their bed... Hold up, don't do that!
I won't stoop to that level. As I'm not about to become some kind of... er, you know what that means, right?
[Master…] Harriet hesitated to finish her sentence.
Huh, Um, this is awkward after my act... Oh, hold on a sec. I can sense her thirst for praise. How cute.
"Thanks, kiddo. You're the greatest, my lovely, adorable, talented daughter." I said, stopping my actions and crossing my arms beneath my chest.
[Tehehe~~ Thank you, Master!]
"Good!" I observed the additional details of my body. I stand at 176 cm tall, boasting B cup breasts, a flawless chin, Impeccable face, and blonde hair streamed down to my waist.
"Boss, if you're finished, I've got some unfortunate news."
Huh? Who's this? These words don't belong to Harriet, but someone else.