Chapter 42 Part 2: I Stole It?

“Ha, ha?! A fake? Then, where’s the real one?” Filo, hearing Aleila’s words, blurted out in shock.

Aleila awkwardly tapped her fingers together, looking super hesitant.

Obviously, losing the human race’s supreme treasure was a massive shame, but… Filo was like, damn, I can’t keep waiting with this dilly-dallying. I didn’t come here to stare at your waffling face, even if it’s hella cute.

But!

After this stint of leveling up her looks, Filo figured her resistance to beauty and judging skills had shot up at least five or six tiers.

If you divide looks into nine tiers, Aleila’s only hitting the eighth!

Ha? What tier’s Filo?

Duh, ninth tier, obviously—not just ninth, but top of the ninth. You lot hit ninth tier ‘cause of your looks; I’m ninth tier ‘cause the aesthetic scale only has nine tiers.

Ahem, somehow Filo’s narcissism was spiraling out of control.

“Secret’s safe, secret’s safe, we’ll totally keep it hush. Stop yapping and just… ugh, just spill!” Filo snapped.

Aleila jumped at Filo’s fierce vibe. What’s the rush, you hurrying to reincarnate or something? No way your relatives actually got nabbed by the Blood Clan World, right?

No way, with your strength and two dragon bodyguards, what kinda crazy Blood Clan could snatch your kin? Not even a Blood Clan Commander, right?

By the way, Blood Clan Commanders are the title for the four strongest high-tier Blood Clan in today’s Blood Clan World. Some regions call them Commanders, others Second to Fifth True Ancestors, and some spots call ‘em the Blood Clan F4…

After a long internal struggle, Aleila finally spilled the whole truth, dropping a fact that’d cause chaos in the human world if it got out.

“Eighty years ago, the human supreme treasure, the World Mirror, passed down to me, got snatched by some ridiculously strong chick. One hit, and I was sent flying. I had 600-level combat power back then, but I wasn’t even close to her match.”

“Ridiculously strong chick? Know who it was?”

“I know. She straight-up announced her identity before leaving. And that identity made me accept getting crushed.”

Aleila recalled that disaster eighty years ago. With her human-ghost mixed blood, she had human cultivation speed and ghost lifespan, hitting 600 early and surpassing all sages to become the next Great Sage.

That night, fresh from inheriting the World Mirror from the previous Great Sage, it got stolen.

If word got out that the human supreme treasure was taken, her Great Sage title would’ve been toast.

Overnight, she used her best crafting skills, blew all her wealth on materials, and, flat broke, finally made a fake World Mirror.

It could link to worlds around the human one, but it needed a recharge every month and couldn’t reach far-off places like the Blood Clan World.

Good thing she passed it off by claiming the Blood Clan World was too dangerous for transit.

Thinking back, Aleila was still spooked. If she’d screwed up even a tiny bit, she wouldn’t be sitting here unscathed. Lucky the human king back then was a dimwit—she spun a quick tale, and he banned Blood Clan World travel via the World Mirror.

Aleila heaved a big sigh, then looked up at Filo’s trio, only to see them staring at her with salty fish eyes.

“W-What’re you staring at me like that for? Got a zit on my face or something?” Aleila stammered.

“Who stole the World Mirror? You still didn’t say,” Filo said, her crimson salty fish eyes locked on Aleila, who hurriedly blurted, “Blood Clan True Ancestor! Blood Clan True Ancestor! She said it herself—she’s a True Ancestor. Thinking about it, if it was a True Ancestor, crushing me’s no big deal. She’s an Ultimate Being, after all.”

Aleila thought that’d make Filo’s crew ditch the Blood Clan World plan, or at least lose interest in the World Mirror.

“Blood Clan True Ancestor?”

“True Ancestor?”

“True Ancestor isn’t Mas—mmph…”

Chiyan’s mouth got clamped shut by Bingpo beside her. Bingpo and Filo locked eyes, like they were talking with their gazes.

Bingpo: Master! What’s the deal?! The World Mirror’s in your hands?

Filo: Uh, ask me, and I got no clue how to answer. Eighty years ago? I… I forgot.

Could Filo admit it? How could she? She’s only had this body for so long. Aleila’s words opened a ton of possibilities!

One, that chick eighty years ago wasn’t a True Ancestor, just faking it, tossing out a title to throw folks off.

Two, that chick was the legit Blood Clan True Ancestor!

But that raised new possibilities. Filo thought this body was a fresh, top-spec starter account, unused.

Now, it seemed like this body might’ve had a consciousness before her. So, I… I basically body-snatched!

Ugh, sorry, sorry! If it’s really body-snatching, I’m super sorry to the original owner. Please don’t blame me! This whole mess is that damn goddess’s fault! If you ever wake up, us two sisters… no, us two siblings, we’ll team up and take that goddess down!

Filo’s mind went wild with internal rants, but on the surface, she played it off like, I’m just as clueless, don’t ask me.

Bingpo eyed Filo’s expression, and in half a minute, she lit up with realization.

Got it! As expected of Master, unmatched wisdom, figuring that out… No, she’s probably thinking way beyond me. I’m on the third layer; Master’s probably on the fifth!

Bingpo, brain fully fan-girling, nodded smugly. Aleila, eyeing these two totally unserious weirdos, furrowed her brows slightly.

Her gaze landed on Filo, especially those bright crimson eyes.

“You! You’re Blood Clan, right? I’ve got your real identity!” Aleila suddenly said, her voice mixed with anger and confusion.

“Got what?”

“Your real identity. You’re Blood Clan. By my expert analysis, you’re probably…”

“Probably…”

“Probably the daughter of one of the four Blood Clan Commanders! How else could you have escaped back home!”