Deducing Godhood from the Fetal Stage

Chapter 44 Dream of the Butterfly

Jiang Yun didn't rush to activate Mengdie, but instead prepared to play it safe first.

After all, as a senior once said, a 98% success rate carries a high risk.

"If I use this ability, will Ino discover that I already possess intelligence?"

No, firstly, the Divine Mechanism of Heavenly Evolution is a conceptual level of causality, which no being can clearly perceive...

Secondly, many offspring of higher-dimensional beings in this world are capable of awakening their wisdom even in the womb, but because their destiny is insufficient to bear the karmic consequences, they are not born...

It turned out to be the case.

No wonder when I first obtained the Eye of the Butterfly God and subconsciously peered into Ling Caixin's eyes, she didn't find it strange.

Considering that this is a world where everything involves cause and effect, rank, and destiny, it's not surprising.

Jiang Yun instantly activated Dream Butterfly.

Instantly, all the images and visions he perceived shattered and transformed into countless golden butterflies. They spun and gathered into a golden vortex, weaving together everything from Wang Qian's past.

In the instant the butterflies gently fluttered their wings, Jiang Yun understood how to use the Dream Butterfly.

To construct a dream, one must first interpret it.

On the other side, in the gray fog illusion.

"Stop pretending! Why aren't you pretending anymore?!"

Wang Qian was holding up the giant, burning cigarette, her face twisted with pleasure, just as the butt was about to touch Pang Lele's cheek—

My hand was empty.

The heavy, scorching cigarette, carrying a hint of malice, was transformed into a small plastic spoon.

"Um?"

She lowered her head blankly.

She was sitting in a faded light blue stroller, wrapped in a faded floral quilt.

A pair of warm hands placed the spoon into her chubby little hands.

"How about our Sisi tries eating by herself today?"

Wang Qian raised her head.

The woman was young, with gentle eyes and brows. She was squatting in front of the stroller, smiling at her, her eyes filled with her reflection.

Sunlight streamed in through the old glass windows, dust motes danced in the air, and there was a faint smell of sun-dried cotton.

She turned into a baby.

"Mother……"

She called out instinctively, and a soft, childlike voice came out.

The woman froze, her eyes widening in surprise: "Huh?!"

She turned around abruptly and shouted into the house, "Brother Wang! Brother Wang, come quick! Our Qianqian, Qianqian can call me 'Mama' now!"

Hurried footsteps came from the inner room, and a disheveled man rushed out. He stared wide-eyed at his daughter holding a small spoon in the stroller, and then at his wife, whose eyes were red with emotion.

He scooped her up from the stroller and lifted her high in the air.

"Good job, baby!" The man's laughter was clear and hearty. "Say it again? Say 'Daddy' one more time!"

The woman chuckled, wiping her eyes, "Greedy! He can say 'Mama' first, he won't say 'Papa' until tomorrow!"

The aroma of steamed buns and porridge wafted from the small kitchen. The sunlight was warm.

The image ripples and recombine like water.

Cold. Bone-chillingly cold.

Wang Qian found herself squatting on the concrete floor, with a rusty iron door behind her. The cold wind whistled across her bare calves, making her shiver as she struggled to use the restroom.

The door creaked open.

A man and a woman walked out, arm in arm. They were both taken aback when they saw the small bundle squatting by the door.

"Oh dear, Sisi!" The woman released the man, rushed over in a panic, and scooped her up in her arms. "Why are you squatting here? It's so cold! There's a bathroom at home, didn't your mother tell you?"

The man followed, frowning at the ground, then at her pale, frostbitten face. He took off his leather jacket and wrapped it around her: "Come on, come on, let's go inside. This child..."

The woman carried her quickly into the bathroom, which had clean tiled floors. She washed her with warm water, her movements a little clumsy but very gentle.

"From now on, come here when you need to use the restroom, remember?" The woman looked at her, her voice warm and earnest: "It's cold outside, you'll get sick."

Wang Qian looked at her and nodded. The woman breathed a sigh of relief and patted her head.

The scene shifts again.

The familiar old bungalow, the light bulb casting a dim yellow glow. Mother sat in front of the sewing machine, her feet pressing the pedal, the machine making a rhythmic "clattering" sound.

Wang Qian was doing her homework on the small square table next to her. The math problems were a bit difficult, and she was biting her pen.

"I'm sure I'll pass the exam." She gripped her pen tightly. "I'll go to the Imperial Star, to our home planet, I'll make a fortune, and then I'll bring you over. We'll live in a big house."

Her mother looked at her and suddenly smiled, "If you can get into university, all my hard work will have been worth it."

University dormitory. Sunny.

Pang Lele burst through the door, carrying a huge bag of snacks, her smile radiant: "Sisters! My parents sent me some beef jerky! Everyone gets a share!"

She placed a small packet on everyone's table. When she handed it to Wang Qian, she also slipped in an extra packet of milk candy: "Qianqian, this is sweet. You said last time you liked sweets."

Wang Qian took it and whispered, "Thank you, Lele."

"Don't mention it!" Pang Lele patted her on the shoulder, then turned to distribute the books to others. She was always like that—loud, enthusiastic, and always eager to share and worry. Seeing Wang Qian's textbook, she would remind her, "Qianqian, don't be late for Teacher Wang's class this afternoon. I heard there's going to be a pop quiz."

Seeing Wang Qian staying up late, she would nag, "Go to sleep early, your dark circles are practically falling off your face."

Aside from her smoking, which she doesn't particularly like, Lele is a really good person inside and out.

She snuggled in bed, took out her phone, and sent her mother a text message: "Mom, college life is great."

It was as if she had lived her entire life all over again.

My family is harmonious and warm, and I have kind and lovely roommates. The future looks promising.

Until this day, the witchcraft murder case caused widespread panic on campus. She was distracted in class and returned to her dormitory early. As she reached the door, she heard someone shouting inside: "Pang Lele, what are you pretending for! Go ahead and smoke! Why aren't you smoking anymore? I'll burn you!"

She quickly peeked through the doorway and saw her roommate holding a strand of hair, while a dark aura silently enveloped her.

It's witchcraft!

Murderer!

She was startled and prepared to take out her phone to call the police.

But then her phone suddenly vibrated in her pocket. She quickly took it out and saw it was a video from a friend.

She clicked on it.

In the video, Pang Lele is seen rolling and screaming in the classroom, with strange, cold flames burning on her body.

The surrounding classmates scattered in panic, someone shouting, "Help—are there any classmates whose birth chart contains water? Help! Lele, hang in there!"

A classmate also sent a message: "Lele, Lele is under a spell!"

Lele is being hurt!

No, we must call the police immediately. Maybe the girl will be frightened and stop her evil deeds!

To this day, she still hasn't figured out why her roommate, who was performing witchcraft, had the same bed as her, or what her name was.

As if her senses were automatically ignored, she frantically dialed the police in an attempt to save her friend.

"Hello, I want to... turn myself in..."

No, why is it called turning oneself in?

Her heart skipped a beat, and she hung up the phone. Wasn't I going to report that roommate?

I……

Why turn yourself in?

No.

It wasn't me. I wasn't the one hurting Lele.

She squatted down, holding her phone in confusion.

There was a noise coming from the bed.

She stiffly raised her head and looked at her bed. The curtains were lifted, and a figure sat up.

That was...herself?

The person wearing the same pajamas as her, with messy hair and bloodshot eyes, was looking at her coldly, with a hint of mockery.

"Why is it considered turning oneself in?"

Wang Qian, lying on the bed, spoke, her voice identical to hers but cold and smooth, "Weren't you going to report that roommate who hurt Lele?"

Wang Qian was struck dumb, and her phone fell to the ground with a "thud".

Yes.

I want to report this...

No, it's me, not me.

I don't have such a wonderful life; it's all fake.

It was I who hurt Lele.

I... am the roommate.