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Chapter 359 — How Do You Say “Marry1ng Myself”?
🕑 Added 2025-10-04 16:27:12 +0000 UTC“Welcome back.” Grandma Ping smiled and turned to introduce the girl. “This is Yanfei.”
Nagami accepted the business card Yanfei handed him.
“Legal Consultant,” it read, with contact details neatly printed.
And in his mind, an absurd scene popped up instantly:
‘Liyue’s Bar Exam Champion: Yanfei.’
Nagami quickly shook his head and tossed the ridiculous image into Lumine’s mind.
“You know, back in my homeland, there was a very famous lawyer. His first three cases went down in history as absolutely legendary. People still talk about them today.”
“Oh?” Yanfei tilted her head with interest, her emerald eyes sparkling. “And who might this legal master be? If there’s such a classic example, I’d love to study it myself.”
Nagami’s lips curled into a mischievous grin.
“Oh, you’d like him. His name is Saul Goodman”
“Saul Goodman?”
Yanfei tapped her temple lightly with a slender finger, her delicate face showing a thoughtful expression.
“Never heard that name before. Nagami, is he from Fontaine?”
Nagami hadn’t expected Yanfei to seriously ask.
He had only mentioned it casually when the thought came to him.
There was no way he could let Snake’s record end up circulating in this’s world, right?
“Alright, alright, let’s leave that aside for now. Yanfei, did you manage to find all the materials?”
Granny Ping cut in at just the right moment.
“Granny, I’ve pretty much gathered everything—except… Cuiyu Jade.”
That particular ore could only be found in specific parts of The Chasm, but the area was currently sealed off by the Ministry of Civil Affairs.
“It’s fine, child. We can handle the last step ourselves.”
A sweet, almost ethereal voice slipped from Lumine’s lips as she pressed her hands together at her chest.
The wind tugged at her white dress, fluttering it up just enough to reveal pale, flawless legs like carved jade.
An ancient granny acting cute—damn it, she was actually adorable.
“Oh?”
Granny Ping turned toward Lumine with some surprise flickering in her eyes.
She knew this girl well—Lumine had fought side by side with Liyue’s adepti, and Granny was aware of her abilities.
The little one didn’t possess the power to manipulate outer realms on her own.
Her gaze lifted, falling on Nagami.
At first glance, he seemed perfectly ordinary, just a normal human.
But when she focused her senses, she caught the faintest traces of vast energy fluctuations—oceanic in scale, slipping away as quickly as they appeared.
“This old woman’s eyes really are failing me,” Granny Ping murmured with a slow nod.
Her kind voice carried an unusual weight, though it softened again when she noticed Nagami and Lumine’s hands still firmly clasped together.
Her wrinkled face curved back into a warm smile.
“Very well then—take this.”
Her wrinkled hand rose, and from the void appeared a delicate teapot, painted with mountains and rivers, floating in midair as though gravity meant nothing.
Nagami raised an eyebrow with interest as he studied the Serenitea Pot.
He picked it up casually, letting the Honkai energy within his body flow into the vessel, probing the principles of the so-called “outer realm” technique.
Just because he’d lost the Sharingan didn’t mean he was useless.
Those eyes had worked like a universal analyzer, breaking down any power or energy into pure knowledge—knowledge that remained his even if the eyes were gone.
Everyone knows: knowledge is power.
And that was the true cheat of his eyes.
They didn’t just let him copy power—they broke it down into theory.
Once you understood the essence, you could interfere with it, manipulate it, wield it.
Even without the eyes, the knowledge remained. His strength would never truly diminish.
“So this is how it works…”
He realized the teapot connected to a pocket dimension, slightly offset from the three-dimensional world—a parallel micro-realm.
“This model isn’t large enough to form a complete bubble-world. If we ignore the time axis, it’s a fourth-directional space folded against the real one… and it can even form a topology with its entry point? Fascinating.”
Nagami’s mind was vast, but even then it was like a high schooler who knew all the formulas but couldn’t solve every problem.
The sheer volume of data from his analyzer was overwhelming, and he hadn’t absorbed it all yet.
At this stage, his eyes were still a powerful “plug-in”—a quantum computer assisting with data processing and direct low-level access.
Still, even without them, once he’d glimpsed the solution, he could retrace the method on his own.
‘Alright, I get it.’
Not with a pen this time—but with Honkai energy itself Nagami eagerly began remodeling the Serenitea Pot.
“So impatient, aren’t you? In that case, Yanfei, just give them the materials you’ve collected,” Granny Ping said with a knowing smile.
Traditionally, a gift should be crafted personally, but without Cuiyu Jade, even the adepti were helpless.
After all, you can’t cook without rice. And besides… these two looked far too eager to wait.
“Yes, Granny!”
As the descendant of an adeptus, Yanfei had naturally learned a few arts from her father.
A personal storage space was basic convenience magic. She was just about to open it and hand over the materials—
—when a pair of soft, fair hands stopped her.
“Thank you, Yanfei. But I don’t think we’ll need them.”
Lumine shook her head quickly, a bit dizzy.
Her mind was swimming with concepts of spatial dimensions—Nagami’s calculations bleeding into her consciousness.
At that moment, Nagami was essentially a dual-core processor, but since he was linked with her, he was hogging her brain’s resources too.
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[Lumine]: Stop calculating, stop calculating—if this keeps up I’m going to go dumb!
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As a traveler who had crossed endless stars, Lumine wasn’t uneducated.
She wasn’t like those Herrscher girls who didn’t know a thing. But she wasn’t a researcher either.
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[Lumine]: Abilities are for using, not dissecting!
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But Nagami? He always dug to the root, always peeled things apart to their very essence.
And now… he was dismantling Granny Ping’s pocket realm, tearing apart the small dimension bound to the Serenitea Pot.
It was, after all, a gift meant for “them.”
So of course, he intended to make it the best it could possibly be.
The Core of Void stirred to life, surging higher and higher, unleashing tidal waves of unseen energy in the boundless ocean of nothingness.
In this rising tide, Nagami forged a new model.
Using the Authority of the Void, he anchored a space the size of the Far East, then embedded it into Teyvat’s fabric with massive amounts of Honkai energy.
The Serenitea Pot dissolved into shimmering motes of light, swirling around the blonde girl in radiant particles.
“This…!”
Granny Ping was shocked—but not as shocked as Lumine.
Her golden-amber eyes widened, her lovely face frozen in disbelief.
She raised her slender wrist stiffly, watching as violet-blue motes of light—like fireflies—drifted toward her left hand.
They gathered around her pale fingers, glowing ever brighter.
And then—on her ring finger—they solidified into a ring.
Beautiful, eternal, flawless.
“Okay! All done—mission accomplished!” Nagami declared cheerfully.
