Back in the living room at No. 66 Wutong Road, Yu Sheng slumped onto the sofa, exhaled deeply, and for a moment felt a sense of fulfillment.

No matter what strange business he was fighting outside with the heavens changing color and floods raging, as long as he could come home and lie down peacefully like this, his heart could finally settle.

The expedition fleet at Boundary Land was still dealing with the cleanup of the Hidden Monastery’s territory, aid construction on Pasture Star would soon commence, monitoring and research facilities on Black Star’s orbit would be gradually established in the coming days, Luo went home to visit relatives but would be back in a couple of days, while the old commander stayed on Black Star, not planning to return to Qianfeng Ling Mountain for a while—they all had their own matters to attend to, just like every time the dust settled, one group began their holiday, and another began overtime.

But Yu Sheng didn’t have to worry about any of this for now. At least until there was preliminary progress on Black Star, he could enjoy a leisurely stay at home for a while.

The fox girl went straight to the kitchen upon entering the house, buried her entire head inside the refrigerator, and after rummaging for half a minute, came back with two tomatoes strolling leisurely;

The three black-haired Erins were gathered around the laptop right now, one was in charge of controlling the mouse, the other two were operating the keyboard, getting all worked up playing a simple man-vs-computer game;

Luna had just helped retrieve a pile of parcels from the delivery collection point, all of which arrived sporadically during Yu Sheng’s absence, half were snacks bought by Hu Li, and the other half were skirts, hairpins, and various quirky gadgets bought by Erin.

The puppet now skillfully mastered online shopping, spending a significant portion of her monthly pocket money on various fashionable knickknacks—the remainder went towards in-game purchases.

Luna was deftly opening the parcels, using Fingertip Blade meant for killing to cut through boxes and tape with high efficiency.

A bunch of custom hairpins and small shoes for the three-part puppet were placed on the coffee table, followed by another heap.

The blonde Erin climbed up from the edge of the coffee table, her eyes gleaming as she looked at the heap of shining trinkets, pulling out a little dress and comparing it against herself while turning to Yu Sheng: "Does it look good? Does it look good?"

Yu Sheng looked for about half a minute, finally his eyebrow twitched: "Is there any difference from what you’re wearing now?"

"There is, this dress has many bows, didn’t you see them?"

"...I’ve always been curious about the outfit that comes with each of your bodies when they awaken. It’s said to be part of the body, yet it can be taken off, it’s said to be independent, yet it can self-repair and clean like your body... Marin said Alice puppets don’t have this function."

The puppet held the new dress, pondered seriously for a moment, and confidently said: "That’s because I’m awesome."

A gentle white light appeared at the edge of the field of vision, a tall figure with wings slowly emerged from the floor, then half of her body went through the sofa backrest, sticking her head out beside Yu Sheng.

She curiously watched what everyone was doing and curiously observed the place.

"From now on, this will be your new home," Yu Sheng turned his head, looking at the always elusive "Angel," "Although you might be more accustomed to staying in the Great Cathedral in the Soul Wilderness."

The "Angel" tilted her head as if understanding Yu Sheng’s meaning, a smile blossomed on her face.

As her Mind further awakened and recovered, her features had become increasingly clear in the past few days, now she could clearly demonstrate various expressions.

"Someone from the Special Service Bureau will be coming over later," Yu Sheng continued, "She’s coming to help with your identity registration. Your case is rather unique, so I’ll fill in the forms for you, letting you know in advance."

The "Angel" nodded lightly, and a sweet sound of wind chimes echoed through the air.

Erin, who was comparing a new pair of socks against her leg, suddenly raised her head as if she remembered something abruptly: "Wait, Yu Sheng, while you’re busy inviting people here for registration, what’s the ghost’s name?"

Yu Sheng’s expression, which was smiling a second ago, immediately froze upon hearing the puppet’s reminder.

Erin blinked, looked at the half-bodied Artificial Angel emerging from the sofa, then at Yu Sheng’s stiff face.

"...You’re kidding me, right? You really didn’t think of this?!"

"She’s always popping in and out, not communicating with anyone, and you keep calling her ’ghost,’ I totally forgot about the name thing!" Yu Sheng was visibly unsettled and then slapped his forehead, "Completely forgot, the people from the Special Service Bureau will be here soon..."

With that, he suddenly turned and stared directly at the glowing face floating mid-air beside him: "What’s your name? Do you remember?"

But the other party ignored him, merely floated leisurely in the air, started circling the ceiling light like an illuminating jellyfish.

...Yu Sheng completely failed to comprehend what this Spiritual Creature was thinking daily; he even suspected her thought threads might be in Subspace, only occasionally sparking some interaction with the real world, creating an illusion of being able to communicate.

"How about calling her ’ghost’?" Erin raised her head, following the "illuminating jellyfish" in circles on the ceiling (it also happened that she had ball joints, her neck could endlessly rotate, albeit looking a bit creepy), "It’s vivid, lively, and she seems to have no objection when I call her that."

"Don’t use your random nicknames to burden others," Yu Sheng waved his hand dismissively at the puppet’s suggestion, "Also, since when did anyone ever have ’ghost’ written on their ID as a name."

"How about calling her ’Candy’?" Hu Li, who had just finished eating two tomatoes, her face a sight to behold, said offhandedly while using her tail to wipe her mouth, "She really likes candy."

Upon hearing Hu Li’s suggestion, Yu Sheng hesitated a bit but shook his head after a few seconds.

"Still doesn’t quite sound like a proper name," he said slowly, raising his head to look at the floating "Angel," with a somewhat complex expression, "It would be nice to know her original name... she must have had her own real name."

As he spoke the last sentences, his expression grew serious, making Erin, sitting on the coffee table, subconsciously put away her playful demeanor.

She should have a name, a name as a person.

The candy-loving Artificial Saintess had died and was brought back by the blessing of death, yet if she couldn’t even recall her name as a person, her return seemed to lack something.

At least, that’s what Yu Sheng thought.

The "Angel" floating in midair slowly descended again, as if she sensed a subtle shift in the atmosphere. Although she didn’t quite understand what was happening, she honestly landed beside the tea table, cautiously folding her wings.

By the way, because of her tall stature, when she landed beside the tea table, half of her body had to be below the floor to ensure that she was roughly at the same height as Yu Sheng and Erin, with her legs suspended in the basement.

"Do you remember your name?" Erin looked earnestly at the "Artificial Angel" always called Aparia by her. The usually giggly puppet seemed very serious at the moment, "Recall, you were once human, recall the time when you had a name."

Threads of golden lines spread out from Erin’s golden hair.

These threads seemed like extensions of the puppet’s hair, slowly spreading over the tea table, crossing its edges, carefully touching the "Angel’s" wings and fingertips.

The latter curiously observed these glittering threads, seemingly not scared at all.

She seemed to clearly distinguish between the kindness and malice around her.

"I won’t look randomly; I’ll only glimpse at the edge of your dreams," Erin said seriously, "I always felt like you’re not fully awake, so I’m trying to wake you up..."

Yu Sheng watched nervously from the side.

He knew the puppet’s abilities; Erin had solved many tricky problems for him with her dream-exploring skills.

But would a "Thousand Soul Spirit Body" forged from hundreds of souls have normal dreams?

Almost at the moment this thought arose within him, Yu Sheng felt a sudden daze before finding himself amidst a fog.

The 167 cm tall, golden-haired Erin stood before him, blinking dazedly.

Yu Sheng: "...?"

Erin: "...?"

They stared blankly at each other for two or three seconds, and finally, Erin couldn’t hold back any longer: "Yu Sheng, why are you here?!"

"I was going to ask you," Yu Sheng widened his eyes, "Weren’t you entering her dream realm? How did you drag me in with you?"

"I didn’t drag you," the big puppet also widened her eyes, "I was just diving into Aparia’s..."

Erin stopped abruptly midway.

She blinked, seemingly finally noticing something within this fog.

Yu Sheng instinctively looked around too.

He saw tombstones, lined up like a forest in the fog’s depths, big and small.

Yu Sheng and Erin exchanged a glance and walked toward the tombstones.

Once close, they saw more details.

Those tombstones had no names, only faint scratches on their surfaces; some were new, some old, some mostly intact while others were crumbled and weathered, leaving only broken bases and fragments.

Yu Sheng frowned, his gaze slowly moving among those incomplete tombstones.

"...Is this Aparia’s dream realm?" Erin’s voice came from beside, "Or... her consciousness space?"

Yu Sheng said nothing and just continued walking along the hazy path among the tombstones.

Thick fog shrouded this cemetery-like space; the ground beneath the fog was covered with pale, dry soil, with unknown wildflowers swaying between the tombstones. The wildflowers seemed somewhat familiar, as if they were the kind casually found in Luna’s homeland—that pasture star’s wilderness.

Tombstones without names gradually fell behind, and Yu Sheng felt he was heading toward the center of this cemetery. After walking for some unknown time, he suddenly reached the end of the winding path.

He looked up and saw a new tombstone erected before him, marked with several scores.

These scores weren’t any universal language, yet Yu Sheng naturally understood the sounds behind them.

Freyia.