Girl Hero: Revenge on Goblins!

The reason was simple—since the Mute Girl knew this world was nothing more than an Illusion Realm, doing a bunch of pointless tests was just a waste of Time; with that effort she might as well scroll a few more videos.

But for the Shield Woman, who had just heard that her own family member had lost her memory, this was obviously something that needed to be treated seriously.

The current Shield Woman had already forgotten everything after the transmigration and was completely immersed in her past role.

Yet the reason the Shield Woman listened to her request and didn't just force her to go take tests, apart from the "patient" herself stubbornly insisting, had another, more important factor.

"Could it really be… that Spiritual Energy is about to revive?" The Shield Woman's voice carried a hint of unease, and also a trace of longing. "But then, why is it that even though we're sisters, only you have awakened a superpower?"

She watched the sister beside her with a complicated gaze, part worried, part envious.

That's right—superpower.

At the time of the accident, almost nobody witnessed the Mute Girl teleporting out of the way of the truck; the video that made it online was also terribly blurry, at best showing a girl dragging an adult and running out of the flames.

Although that alone was shocking enough, the Shield Woman right in front of her had fully witnessed the moment her little sister vanished before her eyes, and then, after she herself got out of the car, saw the girl emerging from the truck.

Although the intense impact of the accident once made the Shield Woman think she had just had an Illusion in the face of life and death, once the Mute Girl straightforwardly admitted it, the Nature of the matter changed.

—I awakened a superpower at the brink-of-death crisis.

At the same time, because of the side effects of the Awakening, her memory had some issues, and she temporarily couldn't recall the past.

That was the excuse the Mute Girl casually made up.

It sounded full of holes, but for now, the Shield Woman seemed to believe it completely.

After all, she'd seen that unbelievable phenomenon with her own eyes.

Besides, although they hadn't gone to the psychiatric department for a detailed evaluation, out of caution the hospital had still given them a full set of proper tests. The conclusion was that her little sister was absurdly healthy; you could hardly find any injuries on her whole body.

In fact, if the Mute Girl hadn't been too lazy to Disguise herself and just directly said, "I don't remember what happened before," then judging from that perfectly normal way of speaking and behaving, even the most experienced doctor probably wouldn't have been able to tell the girl was an amnesia patient.

Facing the mixed, five-flavor gaze from her sister, the Mute Girl grinned, revealing a row of white teeth. "Maybe Awakening is a privilege for young people. An old virgin like you at your age probably doesn't stand a chance."

"How do you know your big sister is—"

The Shield Woman's expression changed dramatically; the words slipped right out. Then she realized she'd said too much, hurriedly clapped a hand over her mouth, and part of her cheek visibly flushed red.

She gave a heavy cough, pushed her glasses up with the back of her hand, forced on a stern expression, and said with a straight face, "Hand over your phone."

"Huh? No way." The Mute Girl raised her brows, subconsciously shrinking toward the car door and shielding her pocket. "And how did the topic suddenly jump to making me hand over my phone?"

"You just said you lost your memory, so how can you be sure if your big sister is that or not?" The Shield Woman spoke righteously, though she still looked a little uncomfortable. "Anyone can tell you've been watching some random garbage online."

She took a deep breath and went on, "Besides, even if your big sister is indeed a whole zodiac cycle older than you and still single, I did have people chasing me back in college. For all you know, there might have been a few times when…"

"College? You're talking about when I was four?"

Under the Mute Girl's mockingly amused gaze, the Shield Woman's voice grew smaller and softer, until she finally drooped her head in defeat.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this." Realizing that even with her sister's memory gone she still wasn't a match for a not-at-all-in-a-rebellious-phase her, the Shield Woman coughed lightly again, sat up straight, and then tapped open her own phone on the stand.

"Even though I didn't recognize it at first, this place—"

The video started playing on the car's big screen.

The scene showed an underground parking lot. The ground was clean, the Light bright; it looked like a well-managed residential complex.

But in one corner deep in the parking lot, the Light was flickering at a bizarre frequency—not the kind of stuttering caused by bad wiring, but something more chaotic, twisting and pulsing as if it were alive.

The shooting angle was a bit shaky; the edges of the frame wobbled slightly. The person filming seemed to be hiding behind a pillar, and you could hear his suppressed, slightly rapid breathing, making you viscerally feel that attempt to hide himself and that Fear.

You could see that in the corner where the Light was flickering, with every time the Light came on, the shadows on the ground and the walls were constantly changing.

Sometimes it was an irregular dark mass, sometimes it became the outline of a beast, sometimes it intertwined into the shadow of a ferocious weapon—every flash revealed a completely different form, bizarre and dazzling, making it impossible to tell what was actually casting those shadows.

But without a doubt, that wasn't something you could film under normal lighting.

And as the video Time went on, the frequency of that flickering Light grew faster and the area gradually expanded.

It was like something in the darkness had sensed the gaze of the person filming, and the shadow was inching toward the camera bit by bit.

When the person filming realized this, the camera began to shake violently, and with the sound of rapid footsteps, the image turned into a blur of afterimages…

Then the video abruptly ended.

Although the video was shot very roughly, with no editing and no special effects, the atmosphere it created was enough to make a chill spread from the bottom of your heart; as a result, even though the play count wasn't high, the number of comments was anything but small.

Both the live comments and the comment section were flooded with doubts about the video's authenticity.

"Must be AI," "Screams fifty-cent-budget VFX, you can even see the jaggies on the shadows," "Isn't this just a busted fluorescent tube? My garage is like this too," "Touch your conscience before you post"...

Many people firmly believed it was a fabricated clip, while many others, half skeptical, half convinced, admitted, "The vibe is actually kind of scary."

Only, in the face of this wave of doubt, the person who shot the video never replied, never joined the discussion, which only added another layer of eeriness.

So when the Shield Woman finally spoke up, her expression carried a slightly unnatural stiffness and tension.

Her voice was very low, like she was afraid someone might overhear.

"This place should be our apartment building's underground garage."

[Trial One: Roots of the Past]

1.5. Permanent Research Institute

2.6. In Trade Abroad

3.7. High-Pressure Control

4.8. Happy Family

9. Once-Rich Ancestry

10. Great Success/Great Failure

D10=6

♛: In Trade Abroad