The night sky over Dustwind Sect rippled.
Soft moonlight fell through Miyu's window, illuminating her small, sleeping form. But tonight she did not sleep peacefully—her pillow trembled with an ancient hum.
A faint golden aura leaked out, spinning gently around her.
Her eyelashes fluttered.
A calm, slow breath.
And then—
> DING.
[Artifact Resonance Detected]
[Memory Sync: Partial Awakening]
[Pillow Seal — Breaking 28%]
The pillow glowed warm in Miyu's arms, its fabric shimmering with dream-threads woven from a deeper past.
Miyu opened her eyes.
But it wasn't the usual sleepy, confused gaze.
It was sharp.
Clear.
Calm.
The gaze of someone who had lived far, far longer than her small body suggested.
"…At last."
Her voice was soft, but carried the weight of an ancient perfectionist returning home.
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⭐ 1. Solene Appears — A Familiar Light
A small spark of golden light appeared at Miyu's bedside—quiet, respectful, loyal.
Solene's voice whispered from the spark:
"Master… your essence is stabilizing.
Your aura finally resembles the one I once knew."
Miyu held her pillow closer, a faint warmth in her chest.
"…I see. So even sealed, it still recognized me."
Solene's spark flickered with gentle pride.
"Of course, Master. You created it."
Miyu paused.
Her fingers tightened on the pillow.
A memory—brief, fractured—shot through her mind:
A vast empty world.
A cold stone floor.
Endless dust.
And a small, soft pillow she crafted herself to ease her loneliness.
Miyu exhaled quietly.
"…I remember… a little."
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⭐ 2. A Mature Aura — The Sect Trembles
Outside, disciples training late at night suddenly shivered.
Lin Ruyin froze mid-stance.
Jin Haru dropped his broom.
Gu Wenhai felt his knees go weak.
Lady Yuehua clutched her chest.
"W-what… is this aura?"
"It's so clean…"
"No—too clean—my impurities are hurting!"
Even Yin Huani, lurking nearby, felt her serpent instinct bow.
"That child… her aura is changing again…"
But unlike the terrifying sleepwalking episodes—
This aura was calm.
Refined.
Elegant.
Like a goddess who had lived millennia.
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⭐ 3. Miyu Stands — And the Room Corrects Itself
Miyu slid out of bed.
Her movements smooth.
Precise.
Quietly perfect.
As she stood, her loose robe straightened itself.
The uneven floor realigned.
A crooked lantern corrected its angle by exactly three degrees.
The entire room obeyed her presence.
She did not even notice.
This is what she had been like before her memory seal.
An ancient perfectionist who demanded order simply by existing.
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⭐ 4. The Pillow's True Nature Grows Stronger
The pillow hummed, lifting slightly in her hands.
> [Dream-Order Artifact Synchronizing…]
[Host Compatibility: 82%]
[Partial True Form Restored]
The soft fabric tightened into perfect symmetry.
The scent of warm clouds drifted out.
A thin sheen of dream qi wrapped around Miyu like a protective veil.
She touched the pillow with reverence she didn't fully understand.
"…So you've been waiting for me."
A faint pulse vibrated like a heartbeat.
As if answering:
Yes.
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⭐ 5. A Fragment of Combat Returns
A memory flashed.
——A perfect stance.
——A flawless sweep of spiritual force.
——A technique crafted only from order and logic.
Miyu exhaled, raising her hand.
"Order Reversal Correction…
I remember creating this."
Her fingers flicked.
The cracked wall in her room instantly healed.
The dusty corner purified itself.
The bent chair straightened.
And outside, Jin Haru suddenly bent backwards as his crooked posture snapped into perfection.
"MY SPINE!! THANK YOU, ANCESTOR!!"
The whole sect trembled.
Miyu blinked calmly.
"…It seems I used this technique more often than I thought."
Solene's spark trembled proudly.
"You created hundreds of techniques, Master.
This is only the beginning."
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⭐ 6. A Hint of the Sealed Past
Miyu sat on the edge of her bed.
Calm.
Thinking.
"I remember… a place with no time.
No sky.
Only dust.
I was… alone."
Solene's voice softened.
"You endured longer than any mortal could, Master."
"…How long?"
Solene hesitated.
"Your memories are still sealed.
It is not yet time."
Miyu's eyes sharpened slightly.
But she said nothing.
Instead, she hugged her pillow lightly and whispered:
"…I won't be weak again.
I will not allow disorder to control me."
Her aura rippled, elegant and terrifying.
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⭐ 7. The System Tries to Hide Something
Lazy-chan popped out nervously.
"H-Host! W-Welcome back to partial awareness!"
Miyu stared at him calmly.
Lazy-chan froze completely.
"…Host, why are you looking at me like an adult?!"
Miyu narrowed her eyes.
"Because I am one."
Lazy-chan turned pale blue.
"U-uh… w-well… your memories aren't fully open yet! Y-yes! That's right! Haha—ha—ha…!"
Miyu continued staring.
Lazy-chan trembled.
The system definitely knew more than it was admitting.
But Miyu let it go.
For now.
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⭐ 8. The Perfectionist Ancestor Returns
Her aura settled.
Clean.
Sharp.
Precise.
Ancient.
Miyu walked to the window, pillow in hand, and looked over her sleeping sect.
"…Dustwind.
You need work."
Solene's spark brightened happily.
"The sect has waited for your guidance for centuries, Master."
Miyu nodded once.
Calm.
Decisive.
"…Then I will begin correcting it."
The moonlight shone on her small figure—
but her presence was anything but small.
Dustwind Sect's ancestor had awakened.
Not the sleepy child.
Not the confused wanderer.
But the 10,000-year perfectionist master sealed within her.
The world would soon learn the difference.
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