Clara: Help Me, Mr. God! [4]

The Gojo Clan estate was much larger than Clara had imagined.

There was no wind or snow, and it had a big, big courtyard.

There were trees in the courtyard.

The rooms had tatami mats.

The corridors were wiped very clean.

The wooden floors made a soft sound when stepped on.

Of course, Clara was not actually stepping on them.

There was always that tiny gap between the soles of her feet and the ground.

But that did not stop her from walking very carefully.

After all, this place looked very clean.

If she accidentally damaged something, she would feel very bad.

The middle-aged man who had brought her back said a long string of things, mentioning branch families, the clan, guardianship, procedures, and so on.

Clara tried her best to listen.

She more or less understood some of it. It meant she had gained a few more family members.

Mr. Svarog was always saying he wanted to find family for her too.

This was probably what he meant.

…

At dinner, the two people who were nominally her parents in the Gojo Clan also met her.

The master of the house looked very stern, but spoke very gently.

The mistress kept secretly looking at Clara, and as she looked, her eyes turned red.

Clara was a little at a loss.

Because she knew she was not actually a child who had been lost for many years.

But now, it seemed she really was.

“Does the food suit your taste?” the woman asked softly.

Clara lowered her head and looked at the rice, miso soup, and grilled fish in front of her.

She had actually barely eaten these things before.

Most of Belobog’s food was simple.

The Underworld needed even less explanation.

Sometimes, if something was warm, that was already very good.

And now, these dishes were arranged neatly before her, still steaming.

Clara carefully picked up a small piece of fish with her chopsticks.

She took a bite.

Her eyes brightened slightly.

“It’s good.”

The woman froze for a moment, then smiled.

“Then have a little more.”

Clara nodded.

Then she really did eat a little more, very seriously.

She ate very obediently.

She did not grab food, was not picky, and did not make any noise.

Instead, the more the two adults sitting beside her watched, the more their hearts ached.

It had been too hard on her. She had not even eaten fish before.

What kind of bitter life had their daughter lived until now?

The Gojo couple felt as if they might sit up in the middle of the night and slap themselves twice.

Their guilt and heartache were practically written all over their faces.

Watching Clara take small bites of her food, the woman finally could not help asking softly,

“Clara, before this… what did you usually do?”

She asked very carefully.

Afraid she might touch on some bad memory.

Clara raised her head, a grain of rice still stuck to the corner of her mouth.

She thought about it, then answered very seriously,

“I picked through trash.”

“…”

The dining table suddenly went quiet.

The chopsticks in the man’s hand stopped in midair.

The smile on the woman’s face also froze.

Clara did not think anything was wrong.

Because that really was something she usually did.

So she added, “But not the very dirty kind.”

“Some things only look broken. They can actually still be used.”

She lowered her head and counted seriously on her fingers.

“Like old metal sheets, little screws, gears that still turn, wires that haven’t snapped, and some strange little parts.”

“If I bring them back, wash them clean, then polish them a little, sometimes they can be used to fix other things.”

The woman’s eyes reddened all at once.

Clara, however, was completely unaware that their interpretation had already sprinted off in a very tragic direction.

She continued speaking very seriously.

“Sometimes I help everyone fix things too.”

“Broken doors, broken lamps, and little machines that can’t walk.”

“If it’s just a small problem, changing a part is enough.”

At this point, Clara showed a faint little smile.

“After they’re fixed, everyone is very happy.”

The woman finally could not hold back. She reached out and gently stroked Clara’s head.

A child lost outside the family, who had grown up who knew where, picking through scrap since she was little, living off things other people threw away, and even being sensible enough to help people fix doors and lamps.

The man set down his chopsticks, his voice a little hoarse.

“You won’t have to pick through those things anymore.”

“Mm.”

Clara nodded obediently.

This was not Belobog, and there was no Robot Settlement here… even if she wanted to pick through scrap, there was none to pick.

…

Before bed, the mistress prepared clean pajamas for her.

When the woman reached the door, she turned back to look at Clara again.

“If you get scared at night, you can call us.”

Clara blinked.

Then she nodded lightly.

The door closed.

The room fell quiet.

Clara sat at the edge of the bed, looking around this unfamiliar but very clean room.

A soft blanket.

A warm lamp.

And outside the window, the sound of wind moving through leaves.

That night, Clara slept very well.

There was no cold wind.

Only the rustling of leaves.

And the occasional flash of white light from the God Core.

To Clara, this new home was very unfamiliar.

But she did not dislike it.

…

The next morning.

Clara was woken by God.

“Mmm… Mr. God, is something wrong?”

Clara opened her eyes blearily.

[TARGET IDENTITY’S BLOODLINE STRUCTURE DETECTED AS STABLE. INTEGRATION IS POSSIBLE.]

“Bloodline…?”

She rubbed her eyes, still not fully awake.

[GOJO CLAN BLOODLINE RECORDED. LOCAL BLOODLINE LOGIC OF TARGET WORLD CAN BE INVOKED FOR PRELIMINARY ADAPTIVE MODIFICATION OF HOST.]

Clara sat up, hugging her blanket.

Her hair was a little messy.

Her expression was also a little blank.

“Mr. God, can you say it more simply?”

[…YOU ARE TOO WEAK RIGHT NOW. I WILL MAKE YOU A LITTLE STRONGER.]

God readily adapted.

As expected, when communicating with children, it was better to be direct.

A bloodline like that of the Gojo Clan did not require much analysis before he could fill it into the database.

Never mind how harmless he looked now.

In the past, he had practically run a wholesale business in bloodlines.

It was an old line of work.

What had God Space’s bloodline exchange list not contained?

Everything from humans to gods, and divine humans too.

If a Reincarnator had not fused seven or eight bloodlines, they would be embarrassed to say they had ever made a living in God Space.

Strictly speaking, immortals and humans could no longer even be counted as the same kind of organism.

Let alone transcendents.

Whether they had once been human or not, by the end, they definitely were not human anymore.

In God’s eyes, since the goal was transcendence, things like bloodlines were only tools along the way.

If one was available, use it.

By the end, even if one possessed a billion bloodlines, they would all ultimately merge into the Three Thousand Great Daos, like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea.

There was no such thing as learning too many miscellaneous things and ruining one’s foundation.

Besides, to transcend, one had to integrate many principles sooner or later.

Of course.

That was from God’s perspective.

For Clara, things were not that simple. Integration could not happen just because he said so.

[HOST PHYSICAL STRENGTH INSUFFICIENT…]

[REFORMULATING PLAN…]

[PLAN: SINGLE-EYE AWAKENING.]

The Six Eyes were a special trait inherited by the Gojo Clan, one that appeared only once every few centuries—eyes with special abilities.

Three-hundred-and-sixty-degree long-distance vision, the ability to see behind oneself, and the ability to see from far away.

They could directly distinguish whether someone was a sorcerer.

They could see through the other party’s Cursed Technique.

They could directly track and predict the trajectory of cursed energy.

They allowed their holder to perform precise cursed energy manipulation.

Of course, in God’s description, they were one type of “low-tier precision-observation bloodline organ.”

But they were exactly suitable for Clara.

…

Clara touched her eyes.

At first, it was a slight chill.

It spread out from the depths of her left eye.

As though a drop of cold water had fallen into her eye.

Then that drop of water slowly dispersed.

Becoming many thin, fine threads.

Clara instinctively closed her eyes.

“It’s a little cold…”

[THAT’S NORMAL.]

The cold sensation became more and more distinct.

Soon, it turned into an aching soreness.

It was as if something was rewiring the connections between her eyeball, nerves, and brain.

Clara furrowed her brow.

It was not exactly painful, but it was very uncomfortable.

Like wind had gotten into her eye, but she could not rub it.

A few seconds passed.

Deep within her left eye, something suddenly lit up.

It was not light from the outside.

It was something emerging from her field of vision itself.

Clara abruptly opened her eyes.

Then froze completely.

For a moment, her little head found it very difficult to describe this strange new experience in detail.

Just then, there was a gentle knock at the door.

“Ojō-sama, are you awake?”

It was the butler.

Clara hurriedly sat up straight.

“I’m awake, I’m awake.”

The door was pushed open.

The butler walked in carrying breakfast.

Then he froze.

The girl’s left eye, which should originally have been red like her right, had now turned a gemlike pale blue.

Like ice.

And like the sky.

The tableware in the butler’s hands almost fell to the floor.

“Um… is it very strange?”

The butler did not answer.

He only stared at that eye for several seconds.

Then he spun around and said to the people beside him,

“Contact the main family!”

“Immediately! And seal off the news.”

…

The news was sealed off very successfully.

In less than a day, all of Japan knew that the Gojo Clan had produced a second bearer of the Six Eyes.

The sun and moon now shared the same sky.

T/N: woahhhhhhhhhhhhh

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