Alibuda Chronicles Part 2: Volume 4, Chapter 5

Chapter Five, Third Wish:

Phoenix possesses extraordinary abilities, capable of assisting in uncovering the secrets of Ishtar and Solancia. Naturally, she could also uncover the hidden events that occurred in Sara City twelve years ago. I had assumed that after I made my wish, Phoenix would, like last time, toss me a paper bag or something similar, and after reading it, I would understand the truth.

However, when I opened my eyes, there was nothing there. I sat there in stunned silence, waiting for some strange phenomenon to occur, until the red candle on the table burned out, the long night ended, and dawn broke. Only then did I slowly sit up, wondering if I had been tricked.

A female demon's cunning nature is undeniable, but my contract with Phoenix was not yet complete, and I still had two wishes to fulfill. She wouldn't joke about something as trivial as this.

Suspicious, I got out of bed and strode out of the room through the unclosed door.

The sky was just beginning to lighten outside the window, and a cold mist greeted me, making familiar sights somewhat indistinct. I stretched and began to stroll outside.

"Damn it, what's Phoenix up to?"

I cursed as I reached the front yard. A few old fogies were already up early, sweeping and tidying, but I didn't see Violet; perhaps she was sleeping with Ah Xue again.

I walked straight out the door without greeting the old folks, and they, as usual, ignored me—something I was used to. But stepping outside, I didn't see the crowds I'd seen yesterday, making me wonder if the fervor surrounding my "national hero" had faded quickly, or if some scandal had struck to tarnish my image

. The morning mist wasn't heavy. On the way from the mansion to the nearby shopping street, a few people strolled by. As I passed them, I didn't greet them, but they ignored me as well, walking past as if I didn't exist.

(What the hell? Have I become invisible? Haha?)

This eerie thought flashed through my mind, but the feeling of unease grew stronger. On my way to the shopping street, I encountered seventeen or eighteen people, but even when I deliberately waved and shouted, they seemed completely deaf, walking past me as if they couldn't hear me at all.

(Could it be… that bitch Phoenix really turned me invisible? That's not what I wished for!)

The more I thought about it, the more something seemed off. I tried to stop someone to ask, but when I reached out, my hand passed right through them, like grasping at a shadow. I tried to block them again, but again, I touched nothing. And that wasn't all. When I frantically waved my hands to check, I found I couldn't grab anything. Whatever I touched, it was like passing through a phantom.

(What on earth is going on? What did Phoenix do to me? Is all of this just a phantom, a dream? Are they phantoms? Or am I a phantom?)

Lost in confusion, I finally arrived at the shopping street. My original purpose here was to have breakfast, but now I had no appetite whatsoever. I stood before the usual bustling breakfast stall, lost in thought, pondering the source of this anomaly.

Suddenly, I saw something that nearly made me jump. Inside the breakfast stall, there was a very peculiar person sitting there, devouring a flatbread and a sip of beef soup. I had met this person once before, perhaps even... I'd forgotten everything, but that meeting changed my life forever.

My body trembled slightly, and regardless of whether I'd truly become some kind of invisible ghost, I walked towards the table and sat down. Strangely, I didn't fall through the chair; instead, I sat down normally.

On the other side of the table sat a tall, dark-skinned monk, his face covered in scars, unrecognizable. His sharp eyes stared at the flatbread and beef soup in his hands, then slowly moved to me. He still had that menacing look, but I would never forget that day years ago, it was this very monk who knocked on my door and sold me that book of erotic magic.

“Since we have met, we must be destined to meet. Benefactor, may I ask who you are…”

The questioning tone brought me a sense of relief, because it meant that at least someone could still see me; I hadn’t become invisible. However, this monk’s memory was truly terrible. It was rare to meet an old friend in a foreign land, so I had to make him remember.

“Excellent. This humble monk is Po Sha, and I have come to establish a good connection with you.”

I said the words he had spoken when he knocked on my door years ago. As soon as I finished speaking, the monk’s eyes widened, and he looked at me with great surprise.

“Esteemed benefactor, I’ve heard you’ve suffered from infertility for many years. This humble monk possesses a profound book called the ‘Jade Planting Technique,’ which requires forty-nine virgins…”

I said this last sentence. Before I could continue, the monk put down his beef soup and flatbread, chanted a Buddhist prayer, and smiled, “Esteemed benefactor, is your surname Mao?”

That’s it! That was the one. This monk had once mistaken me for someone with the surname Mao; he truly recognized me. I laughed and said, “Great monk, my surname isn’t Mao. Do you? If my surname wasn’t Mao, how would we have met?”

“It really is you. Esteemed benefactor, this old monk has been waiting for you for a long time.”

"Really? I've missed you terribly too. Why can you see me..."

I wanted to ask why only he could see me, but then I remembered that this monk was no ordinary person. Perhaps Phoenix had sent me to see him. He carried many rare treasures and secret manuals back then, and he even sold me a lost book like the Book of Erotic Magic. Maybe there were some other benefits to be gained, or even more, I might be able to find out the secrets of Farrell's six dark summoned beasts from him.

"Monk, what have you gained this time?"

Unable to think of a way to get information out of me, I asked casually, intending to use this as a starting point for conversation. Little did I know that this casual question would create a breach in the dam. This fierce-looking monk began to sigh and recount his bloody and tearful history of painstakingly collecting treasures.

"The rest is fine, but recently, in order to collect the secrets of the Kingdom of Alibuda, I infiltrated the palace several times and encountered the skilled guards inside. We fought to the death and I almost couldn't leave the palace alive..."

This is really strange. If there are really skilled people in the palace, then why was I later sent on a secret mission? Moreover, according to my memory, there are no skilled civil servants in Sara City in this era. On the contrary, there was a very powerful band of thieves who caused quite a stir for a while before being wiped out.

(What was that band of thieves called? Something like... Ten Tigers?

I couldn't remember right away, so I focused on listening to the monk. It was truly a horrific experience: being chased, tortured, burned, and bitten by wild beasts. Just looking at the ugly, intricate scars on his body, I could imagine the suffering he endured. But what truly horrified me was the monk's origin.

Although he didn't say it directly, I deduced from his words that he wasn't from any country on Earth, but from a foreign land. According to him, a demon king slumbered in his country. This demon king was incredibly powerful and terrifying. Although currently asleep, he and the patriots of his country believed that the demon king would soon awaken and return, stained the world with blood, and bring untold suffering to all living beings.)

(So he's an alien from overseas. No wonder he could see me. Could it be that Phoenix's magic can't affect foreigners? What kind of weird magic is this?

I was confused, but at the same time I sighed that every family has its own troubles. Although we don't have a demon king here, we do have evil organizations. Anyway, these kinds of organizations do pretty much the same things. Once they gain power, they will never benefit the local people. Instead, they will smear and ravage the land. So I can understand his pain. I chatted with him casually.)

"Recently, my companions and I have collected many valuable items, including relics of the former Grand Magister Famit. However, that demon is incredibly powerful, and these may not be enough to subdue him..."

Besides the erotic magic book, did Famit possess other relics?

My heart skipped a beat, and I was about to ask when the monk sighed, "According to legend, there is a martial art on this land that can counteract the demon's evil powers—the Xuanwu True Skill of the Farrell family. But this is a secret technique, and they absolutely refuse to pass it on to outsiders. I've been searching for it for days, but I have no way of learning it. What do you suggest?"

The monk spoke while looking at me, and no matter how I thought about it, I felt it was some kind of hint.

The Xuanwu True Skill is my family's secret technique. If it were in the hands of my grandfather or my perverted father, it would be of paramount importance, something not to be passed on lightly. But to me, it's practically useless; keeping it is pointless. Why not exchange it for something more meaningful? If I truly obtained the secrets of the six dark summoned beasts, wouldn't that mean I'd have two family heirlooms?

"That's easy, monk. You want the Xuanwu True Skill manual, right? You've come to the right person. I'll get it for you. Bring me paper and pen. I'll give you a part first so you can confirm if it's genuine."

How could a one-of-a-kind item be fake? Luckily, Yueying had me practice some time ago, and I memorized the incantation for the first level of the Xuanwu True Skill. Otherwise, how could I possibly write it down in such a hurry?

When I wielded my pen and quickly wrote down the outline of the first level's mental cultivation method, the monk held up the ink-stained paper and exclaimed that it was genuine.

"But... the handwriting seems a bit ugly."

"Just bear with it. How many martial artists are truly skilled in both martial arts and literature? Since you're all brawn and no brains, it's understandable that your handwriting is a little messy."

"That's true, but why is it only the first layer?"

I told the monk that this matter was of great importance, and I wouldn't be able to give him the later layers for a few days. Since we were already so familiar, I asked him to lend me Famit's belongings to take a look.

I originally thought this request wouldn't be easy, and that I might have to use drugs or force him, but to my surprise, the monk agreed without hesitation, took something out of his robe, and proudly placed it in front of me.

"This is the legacy of the Grand Magister Famit. This humble monk painstakingly unearthed it, but could not decipher its mysteries. Young master, you have greatly indebted to us for helping us obtain the Xuanwu True Skill. Therefore, this item is a gift to you, hoping you can unlock its secrets."

The item the monk handed over was a translucent amber crystal, about the size of a fist, with a smooth surface, weathered by countless ages. Within its yellowish luster, something seemed to be hidden, but upon closer inspection, nothing could be discerned.

Judging from the monk's words, this yellow crystal, while concealing a secret, was one that even he himself couldn't unravel—in other words, a useless piece of trash. No wonder he was so generous in doing me a favor, tricking me out of a chapter of the Xuanwu True Skill; how despicable!

Perhaps sensing my displeasure, the monk chanted a Buddhist prayer, saying that monks do not lie and would never engage in deception. This was only part of Famit's legacy; there was another book, currently not with him, which he would give me after I handed over the complete text of the Xuanwu True Skill.

That's fair enough, since it's a cash-on-delivery transaction, and I can't unilaterally take advantage. However, when the monk asked how to exchange the item, I was annoyed by his obvious question and said, "Is that even a question? You've been here before. If you want the Xuanwu True Skill, just come to Lord Farrell's Mansion to find me."

No manual? The souvenir would do. With that, I reached for the yellow crystal, intending to put it in my pocket. But when my hand touched it, it felt like an electric shock. I instantly became dazed, as if my soul had left my body, completely disoriented.

When I regained consciousness, the monk was nowhere to be found. The one who woke me up was the menacing shopkeeper, who said I'd been standing there for over an hour, the shop was closing, and my monk friend had run off without paying. He demanded I pay.

Upon hearing this, I was somewhat taken aback, because it meant the shop owner could see me; otherwise, why would he ask me such a question?

"Boss, can you see me?"

"Nonsense, if I couldn't see you, would I be talking to a ghost?"

Not only the shop owner, but even the waiters nearby gave me suspicious looks, probably thinking I was trying to dine and dash and were ready to beat me up and send me to the authorities.

Not wanting to cause trouble, I took out a silver coin to pay, simultaneously putting the yellow crystal in my pocket, still pondering the problem. If the experience of being invisible was due to Phoenix's magic, then being able to see me now meant the magic had been dispelled, but… my wish hadn't been fulfilled. What went wrong?

But one thing was certain: this yellow crystal was indeed strange. The phenomenon of being able to shake one's mind upon touching it was a sign that magical artifacts contained powerful energy. The monk hadn't been exaggerating; Famit had indeed hidden something inside this crystal.

My mind was a jumbled mess, while the shopkeeper started making a scene, accusing me of using counterfeit money and being a clumsy thief. The silver coin I paid with, while correct in style, design, and pattern, had an inscription indicating the year of the White Dragon's Flight (48th year), while this year was only 36th—such a coin couldn't possibly exist.

But I knew perfectly well that the coin came from a bribe I'd received just three days prior; it was a brand-new coin from the mint this year, absolutely genuine. And what was this "this year" all about?

The White Dragon's Flight (36th year)? Twelve years ago?

"God..."

I groaned in disbelief, my voice almost hysterical. Only now did I vaguely understand what Phoenix had done. Because I demanded to know the truth of what happened twelve years ago, she sent me back twelve years?

Time magic!

This was supposedly a magic that didn't exist in the human world at all. At least, among the various forms of magic circulating today, there were no concrete achievements in this area; countless magic scholars had devoted their time to researching it, only to leave behind sighs of failure.

I've read related papers. Magic scholars supporting this research propose attempts and explain the high risk, high sacrifice, and high energy involved in such magic, making its achievement incredibly difficult regardless of the method. Opponents, however, argue that due to the irreversibility of time, time magic is simply impossible to develop practically.

This academic debate has lasted for millennia in the history of magical civilization. Given its difficulty, not only could Narcissus not use it, but even the current king of black magic, the Black Dragon King Kurosawa Kazuo, couldn't employ such a spell. This isn't a matter of power, but rather a matter of knowledge and theory.

Yet Narcissus can cast it; this female demon is truly powerful. However, based on my understanding, this almost top-secret forbidden spell, even if successful, can only send a person back to the past for a limited time before being returned by the flow of time. In other words, my stay is limited. Furthermore, I remember the biggest limitation of time magic is that even if successfully activated, it can only send a person to the past, but not allow them to interact with people, events, or objects from that past; otherwise, the world would have long been in chaos.

The more I thought about it, the angrier my head became, especially knowing my time was limited. I had to act quickly, first reluctantly pulling out a piece of gold from my wallet to pay for the meal, then asking the shopkeeper what the date was and what was happening.

The shopkeeper rolled his eyes and glared at me, saying, "What? Don't tell me you're from out of town and don't even know about such a big celebration? Her Highness the Princess is marrying into the Golden Flower Federation tomorrow and will soon be the First Lady of the President!"

Damn it! And she even picked such a crucial moment for me. Phoenix really knows how to pick her time…

Without another word, I ran towards the palace, panting all the way to the gate. I immediately demanded to know if Princess Yueying was there. The guards were stunned, instinctively replying that she was out, before realizing what I meant and demanding an explanation. But before they could surround and arrest me, I was already out.

"Now" is twelve years ago…

Damn it, what kind of grammar is this?

But I'm in this absurd situation now, powerless, nobody knows me, and everything is inconvenient. And Yueying isn't one to wander around visiting people; if she's not in the palace, she's most likely at my house.

The thought that she still came to my house on the eve of her wedding warmed my heart. But another major problem quickly cooled my mind. When I reached the gate of the noble mansion, I still couldn't figure out how to get in.

If it were half a month ago, I wouldn't have cared about anything. But now I know those old fogies in my family are all bloodthirsty monsters, and Grandpa has established that damned family rule: "Women enter, men don't." If I just rush out like that, I might be secretly dismembered by those old geezers and die inexplicably in the past.

But what can I do? Should I rush in and tell them that I'm actually their young master, who has traveled from the distant future to their era, and beg them to let me in to help me?

Those old geezers don't seem like people who enjoy reading novels. If I go in and spout nonsense, I'll definitely die faster than anything else. Phoenix has really thrown me a huge problem. I wished to know the truth of the past, not to go back to the past to play a survival game.

Speaking of Phoenix, I'm thinking of some other things. Not long ago, when I came out of the Duke's mansion, I also encountered Uncle Fu and the others. At the time, they didn't react to me at all. Now that I think about it, they simply couldn't see me, which is why they let me come and go so easily. This phenomenon closely resembles the legendary operation of time magic: those transported back in time can only observe like ghosts, unable to physically touch the people, events, or objects of the past.

But when did I begin to be seen and physically touch people? Was it because of that monk? Or because…?

A thought suddenly flashed through my mind, allowing me to possibly grasp the true cause of these changes.

First, I completely ruled out the influence of Phoenix's magic. While magic is profound, it operates according to the balance of the fundamental principles of heaven and earth. For Phoenix to simply cast a forbidden spell like time magic, sending me to the past, is already extremely difficult. To say that I could also change the past at will… if she were some great demon king or ancient demon god, I might consider believing it, but a mid-level demon apostle? I don't believe it.

If all of this is just an accidental change, then the anomaly began when I encountered the monk Po Sha. So, is this Po Sha's supernatural power, or some other reason? If it is his supernatural power, I also find it hard to believe, for the same reasons as Phoenix. If this wasn't caused by human intervention, then the reason for this change must be something or someone.

The answer... is this topaz in my possession.

People, things, and events containing powerful energy can sometimes be distorted due to their immense power, causing changes in the spacetime they inhabit. Since this crystal is Famit's relic, it's plausible that it contains some kind of energy; given Famit's unparalleled magical power, influencing the distortion of the spacetime axis is entirely plausible. In

other words, the reason the monk Po Sha could see me wasn't because of his supernatural abilities, but because he possessed this topaz... and perhaps some other powerful energy aggregate; after he left, my ability to move normally and contact people from the past timeline was also because I carried this topaz.

Given this, deciding on a strategy becomes quite easy. Once I remove this topaz, I will revert to being an invisible person in the flow of time. According to the laws of nature, I shouldn't exist in the past at this point. Those living in this timeline naturally cannot see the extra "John Farrell." Using this method, I easily entered the Duke's mansion. First, I found a place outside the mansion and quietly buried the topaz. After confirming that no one could see me, I quickly slipped in through the back door.

As I expected, without the topaz's influence, my movement caused no physical changes. Even the door, which might have been magically protected, couldn't hinder me; I passed through it instantly.

After easily entering the mansion, I continued my search for Yueying. Yueying had spent the night at my house on the eve of her wedding. Logically, this was a very important event, but I had no recollection of it. In fact, I could remember very little about what happened around that time, which was quite strange.

The casual conversation between two old servants in the backyard told me that Yueying was playing with me in the front yard. Hearing this, I quickly went to the front yard, where there was enough space for a proper playground.

As soon as I stepped into the front yard, I heard joyful laughter and was infected by a long-forgotten cheerfulness.

A shallow net had been set up in the front yard, and a tennis game from the Golden Flower Federation was being played. Several old servants, busy with their work, stayed far away, not interfering with the game.

Yueying was dressed in a light blue coarse cloth dress, still dressed as a pretty young girl. She wore no makeup, only a white cloth wrapped around her bright golden hair, and even wore an apron over her blue dress, making it look like she was in home clothes. She stood to the side with a smile, holding a tray of pastries and black tea, watching the ball go back and forth on the court.

This outfit is a warm memory buried deep in my dreams. Looking at Yueying like this, elegant and noble yet retaining a girlish purity, her smile brimming with vitality, perfectly complementing the bright sunlight shining on her, without a trace of gloom, completely unlike her current state tainted and filthy by the Golden Finch Federation. I felt an indescribable surge of emotion and wanted to rush over.

Yueying, of course, didn't notice my presence. Her beautiful eyes were fixed on two people on the court, her expression shifting between anxiety and joyful laughter. I followed her gaze and felt as if struck by lightning, speechless for a long time.

Running around chasing the ball on the court were two children, about six or seven years old, dressed in tennis attire, earnestly practicing their swings. One of them, a girl with black hair and purple eyes, was particularly pretty and cute, her features vaguely familiar. My first thought was that I saw a young Xingmei, but then I remembered, twelve years ago at this time, Xingmei was still an infant in swaddling clothes. How could she be out playing tennis like this?

So, this little girl is…

“Lanlan, be careful!”

Yueying’s anxious cry startled me. This seemingly clever and cute little girl is actually that cold-faced slut? Damn it, appearances can be deceiving! She was so sweet and lovely as a child, why did she grow up to be such a perverted woman with an icy expression all the time?

But undeniably, despite her young age, Xiao Linglan, with her pretty ponytail tied with a ribbon, already seemed to be a rare beauty in the making. Especially when she was chasing after a losing game, the intimidating strength and heroic spirit in her eyes already showed the composure and demeanor of a future general.

However, I never imagined that she actually played at my house when she was little, and I never imagined that she was more womanly as a child than she is now. Whenever she swayed her waist slightly, quickly chasing the ball and swinging her racket, her short skirt fluttered, and her little bottom, covered by snow-white underwear and resembling an unripe fruit, made my heart flutter. I had to apologize to Yueying beside me in my heart.

"Hurry to the left, hurry... Oops, you missed another point."

Compared to twelve years later, Leng Linglan's movements were now quite weak and clumsy, perhaps because she hadn't formally started martial arts training. Under the agile attacks of the girl opposite her, she quickly lost the game.

"Hahaha, Lanlan lost again. What are you going to lose to me this time?"

The little girl who won the ball was smug and arrogant, her triumphant expression making me want to kick her. Although she looked vaguely familiar, I couldn't recognize her. Judging from her exquisitely patterned colorful dress, she must be from a noble family, but why didn't I remember any other noble children visiting the Duke's mansion?

"Hmph, what's so great about you? You lost, you lost, but one day I'll definitely win back!"

"Ha, in my next life!"

Despite her young age, Leng Linglan's stubbornness remained unchanged, but her face-making was incredibly cute. In contrast, the arrogant expression of the little girl opposite me made me want to slap her. And… this is my home! Where am I at this time?

"Okay, stop for a minute, eat something before you play again."

"Sister Yueying!"

Yueying smiled and walked over, distributing the pastries on the tray to the two girls. She hugged them and spoke to them gently, patting the unfamiliar girl's hairband and chuckling, "No, Lanlan is a girl, you have to be polite and courteous, okay? Be good, okay... John?"

"Yes, I know."

The child's reply sent a chill down my spine. I rushed over to take a look, and for a moment, everything went white before my eyes. I could hardly believe it. But the silhouette, the expression, made me recognize her little by little... This little girl in girls' clothes... was six years old me.

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