Garden of Eden || Apocalypse Paradise #2 [Complete]

177: School of Higher Consciousness

"Why do I feel that this is part of your plans..." Lin Sanjiu let out a long sigh. She felt a slight itch to hit and fight with someone. Qian Zhengguan, who was sitting beside her, seemed to sense something and laughed sheepishly, trying to prove that he meant no harm.

Even though he was just... half... a consular officer, his ability was simply too crappy. It was basically a shitty ability.

"I wouldn't care if you could only issue seven visas. At most, I wouldn't get one from you." Lin Sanjiu held her face in her hands. Her words came out a little muffled through her fingers, "But, why is the destination of EVERY single visa different?"

Before that, when all of them found out that he could only issue seven visas, she and B. Rabbit debated vehemently. For her, she felt that it was right not to get a visa this time. She wanted to give up her chance of getting a visa. However, B. Rabbit remembered what had happened in the previous world. He was afraid that Lin Sanjiu would randomly get a visa in the next world and end up getting caught by Puppeteer. So, he wanted to accompany her no matter what. Once he became agitated, he started swearing.

Who would have known that they would quickly find themselves speechless? Since all of them were heading to different destinations, there wasn't any need for them to argue anymore.

"Didn't I warn you that my ability isn't that well-developed?" Qian Zhengguan rubbed his own face sluggishly. There was a painful mark on his face as B. Rabbit kicked his cheek after staring angrily at the young man. Qian Zhengguan simply accepted that abuse and wasn't angry at all. He continued speaking with a gentle tone, "Miss Lin Sanjiu, I want to thank you for giving me your 'Agriculture Farm' visa..."

Lin Sanjiu answered him with a snort, "Well, I can survive no matter where I go. But look at you. You look like that sort of unlucky bastard that never gets any lucky breaks."

At first, she was still a little worried that Nüwa gave her that visa with some ill intentions. However, after using her [Consciousness Mimicry] once, she erased that worry from her mind. It was impossible for her [Consciousness Mimicry] to fully imitate her target's thought process and could only replicate some parts of it. Judging from this, a partial imitation of Nüwa's thought process already delivered such results. If Nüwa really wanted to kill her, would she still be alive today?

With this, she decisively gave the visa to Qian Zhengguan. The small-faced young man, who knew he got the better end of the stick, continued mumbling in a long-winded manner. However, Lin Sanjiu's mind had drifted off, and she started thinking about her [School of Higher Consciousness]. She had no patience to listen to him prattle on. She hit his back twice and hurriedly excused herself, "I'm leaving for a while." She jumped off one of the wooden stumps and walked away while he coughed.

Right now, the quietest place she could find was at the tree roots. Lin Sanjiu sat cross-legged on one of the large roots and took a deep breath. This time, with a single thought, her consciousness quickly slipped into her mindscape as if someone had dragged her down violently.

"You're finally here—"

It wasn't really that dark in her mindscape. Rather than true darkness, she found herself surrounded by layers and layers of colorful memories. Finally, she fell into a... classroom.

The speaker, which represented Mrs. Manas, vibrated with emotions, "Lin Sanjiu, where did you go? Didn't I tell you to come back to school immediately after you used your [Consciousness Mimicry]?"

Before answering her, Lin Sanjiu looked around. Even though there was now a blackboard, and the words 'Learn well and improve daily!' were painted in red above the teacher's desk, it seemed as though this classroom was poorly converted from the previous kindergarten classroom. There were only some slight changes to the decorations, and it really looked like a shabby attempt. Even her 'classmates' didn't change.