His voice was low, tinged with both fear and relief.
"After smelling the perfume you sent, I immediately felt at ease."
He paused, seemingly recalling the feeling at that moment.
"Don’t laugh at me, but yesterday I got caught up in my own thoughts and avoided my Female Master, refusing to accept her Calm. But after using your perfume, my emotions gradually stabilized, and I became willing to accept her spiritual power guidance."
What the person directly involved says is the most truthful account.
Selene Kane blinked slowly, trying hard to calm herself down.
She lightly pressed her lips together, continuing to run through scenarios in her mind.
In this Interstellar World, the environment is harsh, the climate extreme, and the natural ecology has long been deteriorating.
The flowers and plants that were once ubiquitous on Vorath have become rare here, with few in number and struggling to survive.
In particular, flowers like roses and lilies, which require very specific growing conditions, are so delicate as to be a headache.
Only the wealthy and resource-rich families are willing to invest a lot of energy and labor into carefully cultivating them.
Plus with rapid technological advancement, synthetic materials have almost entirely replaced natural resources.
Whether it’s building materials, clothing fibers, or everyday products, man-made items that are efficient, stable, and replicable are mainstream.
People have become accustomed to convenience and control.
They have gradually moved away from the original breath of nature.
But the Beastmen are different; they have naturally retained the instincts and intuition of ancient animals.
They are particularly sensitive to changes in the wind, grass, and scents.
Especially to the fragrant scents emitted by natural flowers and plants, to which they feel an almost instinctive closeness and resonance.
When they smell the floral scent, their emotions involuntarily become calm, and their heartbeat also slows down.
However, the overall technological level of the Beastman Race is relatively backward.
Especially in the field of biochemistry and potion extraction, they are far from being able to connect with mainstream Interstellar civilization.
Although they can feel the soothing effects brought by plants, they cannot precisely extract the effective components within.
Because of this, the floral-based potions developed by Selene Kane are particularly precious.
For females, these potions not only calm emotions but also gradually enhance spiritual power, improving perception and resonance abilities.
For male Beastmen, the main function of the potion is to soothe restless spiritual fluctuations.
As she pondered, that familiar voice suddenly sounded in her mind without warning.
The system cleared its "throat."
"Host, I must tell you an important message. Your current special ability is not by chance; it is a special permission specifically rewarded to you by the small world after converting merits. At the current stage, you can only activate additional effect bonuses when you extract the scent of roses."
Selene was taken aback, her brow slightly furrowed, and instinctively questioned in her mind, "What do you mean? Explain more clearly, what is ’merit conversion’? When did I ever have merits?"
"You previously entered that low-dimensional small world, and during that time, you used modern medical knowledge to change the local birthing methods, successfully saving countless women who were originally doomed to die from difficult labor. The impact you left in that world was profound, accumulating a lot of merits. And at her life’s final moment, she deliberately entrusted all her merits to our system."
Selene’s heart jolted, and her breath paused for a moment.
She stood frozen, not responding for a long time.
"Are you saying... she gave all her merits to me?"
Selene’s voice trembled slightly.
"Then... then she’s... is she no longer alive? Has she... passed away?"
The system was silent for a moment, as if also in remembrance of something.
Afterwards, it answered in a low voice.
"Yes, host. She did not squander the knowledge you left behind. After you left that world, she delved into research using your experiences and ultimately successfully developed a complete new method for treating amniotic fluid embolism. This method was simple, effective, and low-cost, quickly spreading throughout the region. In ten years, no mother lost her life to amniotic fluid embolism again."
"After you left, she lived for another forty-eight years."
The system’s speech slowed down.
"She spent her life practicing medicine and saving people, and was revered as ’The Wise Mother.’ Until the last moment of her life, she remained clear-minded, with the sole obsession of finding us to repay you with the merits she accumulated over her lifetime."
Selene’s throat felt like it was clogged with something, a burst of sourness surged to her nose.
Her vision suddenly blurred, her eye sockets heated up, and tears gathered in the corners.
She bit her lower lip hard, taking a deep breath to forcefully suppress the surging emotions.
Lady Lynn was sitting across from her, calm in demeanor and with a sharp gaze.
Duke Osborne also quietly loomed, his expression with a touch of inquiry.
This was a diplomatic setting, a formal meeting between Interstellar nobility.
She could not lose composure, could not cry, and definitely could not let her emotions spiral out of control.
She lowered her head, her fingertips slightly trembling, yet she still tried hard to maintain surface composure.
After a few seconds, she looked up, her voice hoarse.
"So... she worked hard for all these years, saved so many people, accumulated such a lot of merits. And yet your system just gives me this little bit of benefit? Just to add a little more effectiveness to the rose scent? Isn’t that a bit stingy?"
"Hehe."
The system chuckled, sounding smug.
"Well, we do have to charge some service fees, after all. Considering we provide a high-level custom service, it’s not just some freebie from the roadside."
"But don’t worry, host, your technology cannot be imitated by others."
The system switched its tone, adopting a more serious attitude.
"Last time you mentioned wanting to do business, so I specifically sorted out some relations above, and traded for an exclusive permission for you. This technology is uniquely filed in the entire system, and even the back-end admin cannot copy it."
"Otherwise," it paused, its tone suddenly turning odd, "I’d have to let you fulfill the function of ’birthing multiple at once.’ Just imagine, giving birth to triplets in one month, quintuplets in two months, by three months you’d have a whole soccer team... that image is too beautiful, I dare not imagine it."
Selene suddenly didn’t feel like crying anymore, her face twitching slightly.
This guy always manages to make the atmosphere awkward and absurd with just one sentence.
"Thank you very much for that."
She said through gritted teeth, her tone dry.
Suddenly recalling something, her heart tightened, and her fingers unconsciously curled.
"If I abandon the task, what would happen to them? Those who have already taken the potion... will they still be alive? Will their children be safely born?"
The system answered crisply and calmly.
"Time would roll back, everything returning to its original trajectory. They would go back to the day they never met you, their memories reset, their destinies restored. In other words, their children... would not exist."
Selene fell silent.
If she gave up, all this would happen again.
All hopes, all efforts, would burst like bubbles at the slightest touch.
When she was young, she had no mother; it was her grandmother who raised her.