The Savior Says She's Having a Breakdown - Chapter 11
Chapter 11: Life (Part 1)
“Commander, reporting! A powerful unknown force is blocking our entry above the target location.”
“Commander, reporting! The spacecraft is under attack by an unknown force!”
“Commander, reporting!…”
“So, you mean I am the legendary ‘Fated One’?” After listening to Feng Han’s long speech, Feng Qingyu felt it was truly remarkable that she could still maintain her sanity after so many bizarre experiences.
Feng Han nodded and said, “I don’t know how Feng Lan managed to hide your bloodline information after her defection, keeping us from finding you for twenty years. But since I first sensed your presence yesterday, I’ve been absolutely certain that the legend is true. You are the ‘Fated One’ of our Nüwa Tribe! That’s why Ah Yun brought people to bring you back home today.”
Regarding the trivial but self-important titles they used, Feng Qingyu didn’t know how to correct them. She focused on the core issue, “How are you so sure I’m the ‘Fated One’? The legend’s description of the ‘Fated One’ only mentions that she can inherit all of Nüwa’s divine power, but no other features!”
“Because I am the Priestess,” Feng Han said, her tone filled with pride as she mentioned her position. “I can sense the information of all Nüwa descendants. Only you are different from everyone else. The feeling you give me is unprecedented and unique.”
Feng Qingyu felt helpless at her blindly confident answer. “Can I ask one more question?”
Feng Han raised her hand, stopping Feng Yun, who was about to speak, and told Feng Qingyu, “Ask away.”
“If I am not the so-called ‘Fated One,’ would you have traveled all this way to bring me back?” Feng Qingyu looked directly into her eyes, her manner aggressive. “What if I told you the reason you feel differently about me is that I have no divine power at all?”
“Impossible!” Feng Han denied without thinking. “You are Feng Lan’s daughter. It’s impossible for you not to have divine power! You’re just a late bloomer, like Feng Lan was!”
“Aren’t you curious about how my bloodline information was hidden?”
Hearing this, Feng Han’s gaze turned somewhat eager.
Seeing her reaction, Feng Qingyu pulled a red string with a small cloth pouch from her collar and said, “This contains a talisman that can hide my bloodline and also suppress the awakening of my divine power.”
“Then take it off quickly!”
Feng Qingyu slapped away Feng Yun’s outstretched hand and glared at Feng Han, who quickly said, “Ah Yun, mind your manners.”
“Yes.” Feng Yun retracted her hand and shot Feng Qingyu a fierce look.
Ignoring Feng Yun’s hostility, Feng Qingyu simply addressed Feng Han: “However, just yesterday, this talisman failed. It can no longer hide me, which is why you can sense my information again. But similarly, it can no longer suppress the awakening of my divine power yet, can you sense even a trace of divine power on me?”
Feng Han shook her head, her expression complex.
“The truth is, I—Feng Lan’s daughter—still have not awakened any divine power after losing the talisman.” Feng Qingyu shrugged. “So, all your effort to bring me back was just useless effort.”
After a long silence, Feng Han finally asked, “What does ‘useless effort’ mean?”
Feng Qingyu choked for a moment before realizing how isolated this place was. “It means wasting effort.”
Feng Yun scoffed, “Why not just say ‘wasting useless effort,’ why use such pretentious language!”
“…Never mind,” Feng Qingyu couldn’t be bothered to explain what “useless effort” actually meant, nor did she care to correct who was being “pretentious.” “That’s not the point. The point is that bringing me back is useless. Can’t you just expel me from the clan, like you did to my… mother back then?”
Just as Feng Han was about to say something, a young girl, who looked to be only eleven or twelve, rushed in.
“Reporting, High Priestess! Someone is attacking the tribe’s barrier!”
While Feng Qingyu was internally groaning, “In this complicated world, even force fields have appeared now,” Feng Han and Feng Yun had already walked to the door. Feng Han instructed the two young girls standing there, “Guard the Priestess Tower. No one is allowed to enter until I return!”
The two girls replied with clear voices, “Yes, please rest assured, High Priestess!”
Once Feng Han and Feng Yun were completely out of sight, Feng Qingyu got up and went to the doorway to observe the environment outside.
The two girls saw Feng Qingyu peeking and quickly stepped forward, blocking her way with their hands. “The barrier is under attack. It is dangerous outside. Please do not come out without permission.”
Although she was sent back inside, Feng Qingyu still managed to get a rough idea of the outside environment with her proudly boasted 5.2 vision.
She was currently in a tall building, estimated to be four stories high. Combined with Feng Han’s previous statements, this was likely a tower-like structure, though she didn’t know how many more floors it had above. Not far from the Priestess Tower, there were scattered, similar-looking two-story houses made of what looked like wood. Like the furnishings inside, they appeared very “environmentally friendly.”
Since she couldn’t go out, Feng Qingyu simply sat in the room and began analyzing her current predicament—she found that her probability of thinking and analyzing problems had significantly increased since she was kidnapped by Maggie.
The Nüwa Tribe must be located within a barrier. No wonder her birth mother could never state the exact location of the Nüwa Tribe. As for herself, although Feng Qingyu had vehemently assured Feng Han that she had no divine power, a gentle voice always seemed to whisper in her mind: My child, you are the legendary “Fated One.”
The “Fated One” of the Nüwa Tribe legend, born only once every countless years, would inherit all of Nüwa’s divine power—creation, human generation, blessing the society… Most importantly, this “Fated One,” like the Priestess, would not be restricted by lifespan.
“But no matter how amazing that is, you’re still just a pathetic pawn in a male-supremacist environment,” Feng Qingyu couldn’t help but sigh.
In the story Feng Han told, the men of the Nüwa Tribe only had three things to do: eat, sleep, and mate, while the women of the tribe had to bear all responsibilities—production, labor, protection, ritual sacrifice, and servicing the men.
Because, apart from the Priestess who had a normal lifespan, all other women in the tribe did not live past thirty, and the number of men was far less than the number of women, for the sake of the clan’s proliferation, a man could marry four to six wives starting at age eighteen and have one to two offspring with each of them.
If the child born was a boy, he would be raised jointly by the man and woman until the woman’s death, at which time the man would remarry, and the next wife would help him raise the child. If the child was a girl, she would be handed directly to the “Nurturing Division,” a specialized upbringing institution, to be raised until her divine power awakened, after which the Priestess would assign her duties, and at age eighteen, she would be arranged to couple with a man of the tribe…
“What kind of monstrous ideologies and devilish systems are these! What happened to the Nüwa Tribe being a matriarchal society?!” Feng Qingyu couldn’t help but curse. “It’s truly disgusting! This garbage system shouldn’t exist!”
After venting, Feng Qingyu collapsed onto the bed, staring at the wooden ceiling, and thought: Huh? Could the attackers be people who couldn’t stand their living conditions and came to rescue them?
However, she was soon amused by her own thought: Who attacks you to rescue you? They are probably just like Maggie’s group of bandits: they dislike you, so they invade you and try to take you over.
As for other possibilities, Feng Qingyu certainly didn’t think the Feng family had found her they were just ordinary people. It was already difficult enough for them to raise her with her complicated background, and they would be utterly helpless against the so-called “divine clan.”