N-A-A Chapter 822: The Second Reincarnation (2)
Chapter 822: The Second Reincarnation (2)
In the restaurant, soft lights cast a shadow on the wooden tabletop. Ying, Paimon, Kuki Shinobu, and Arataki Ichito sat around a round table, with the dishes they had just ordered neatly placed in front of them.
Each dish is very different from their usual taste, even a bit weird and strange.
The fluorescent spot was a piece of inky black coconut charcoal cake, with a subtle luster on the surface, as if it could absorb the light.
In front of Paimon lay a crystal clear purple candy, like a mysterious crystal from another world, exuding an indescribable aura.
What Ara Taki Ito wanted was a bowl of clear mint bean soup, with tiny beans floating in the green soup, and hidden dangers hidden in the coolness.
As for Jiuqi Shinobu... she has never had any particular food taboos, so Ying thoughtfully prepared a "Yuyou Great March" made by Walnut for her -
The dish was dark red all over, wriggling faintly, and emitting an unsettling aura, as if it would jump out of the plate at any time.
Staring at the strange candy in front of him, which was made of the saliva of the beetle, Paimon swallowed unconsciously, his voice trembling slightly:
"Ninja... do we really have to do this? Isn't it... too much of a sacrifice?"
Jiuqi Shinobu's expression was solemn, his eyes fixed on the "Yuyou Great March" and he whispered:
"This intense feeling of déjà vu comes without warning, yet it feels so real... We must get to the bottom of it. It doesn't just happen for no reason."
Seeing that Jiuqi Shinobu was determined, Paimon turned his attention to Arotaki Ichito beside him, with a last glimmer of hope:
"Yidu, are you sure you want to drink this? Aren't you severely allergic to soy products? This is life-threatening!"
Arata Ichito crossed his arms over his chest, frowning slightly, but said firmly: "It is precisely because I am allergic to soy products that I want to try it."
His eyes were rarely filled with a deep expression. "It's precisely because I would never touch it normally, so if I have a sense of déjà vu now... then there is only one explanation—"
His voice deepened, as if penetrating the mists of time and space:
"...We ate it before. Although our memories were erased by some force, our bodies still remember it."
Ying gently patted Paimeng's shoulder, her tone gentle but unquestionable: "Don't be afraid, Paimeng.
"I know you're reluctant, but this may be the key to solving the mystery. I can only ask you to sacrifice yourself temporarily."
She smiled slightly, then gestured with her eyes to the dark coconut charcoal cake in front of her: "Besides, we are all taking risks with you. You are not suffering alone."
Paimon made a bitter face, frowned, and muttered reluctantly: "Okay, okay..."
"Let's fight! I'm going all out!"
Before she finished speaking, she put on a tragic expression as if she was ready to die, as if she was about to go to the execution ground. She suddenly grabbed the strangely colored candy in front of her, closed her eyes, made up her mind, and swallowed it in one gulp.
This decisive scene was like a silent command.
In an instant, the other three people also put on the same expression of being ready to die bravely, as if their fate was already determined and there was no way back.
They took a deep breath and each reached out to the "dark dish" in front of them.
Ying stared at the shiny black coconut charcoal cake that looked like charcoal with a determined look and took a bite without hesitation.
Arakaki Ichido picked up the bowl with great enthusiasm and drank the mint bean soup with a green glow in one gulp.
Shinobu Jiuqi picked up the strange crab from the "Ghost March" with an expressionless face, calmly opened the shell, carefully peeled the legs, then put the crab meat into his mouth and chewed it gently.
"..."
Time seemed to freeze for a moment.
A second later, the atmosphere at the table suddenly collapsed, and everyone's reactions were different and exciting.
Paimeng only felt an indescribable strange smell exploding in his mouth. It was a fishy and sweet smell mixed with the smell of rotten grass, which rushed straight to the top of his head and made his stomach churn.
She covered her mouth and retched repeatedly, wishing she could tear out her throat, just wanting to spit out the candy intact.
Arataki Ichito's face instantly turned the color of liver, his eyes widened, and his breathing became rapid.
His allergies flared up violently, his whole body itched, and he almost went into shock and collapsed to the ground.
Jiuqi Shinobu just felt like his taste buds were thrown into a five-flavor fireworks show, with the five flavors of sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty hitting him one after another like a frenzy.
The layers upon layers of flavor exploded on the tip of her tongue, making her almost doubt her life.
Only Ying's heroic expression faded away, replaced by a hint of astonishment and surprise.
She chewed it carefully, a glint of surprise in her eyes.
It’s quite delicious?
She thought to herself, but the corners of her mouth drooped unconsciously.
Just ...
As her thoughts flowed, her expression gradually became solemn and serious.
After a while, the disgusting taste in Paimon's mouth finally dissipated, and Aratake Ichito's allergic reaction was barely calmed down with the emergency help of his companions.
Except for Ying, everyone looked at the empty plates in front of them—
No, to be more precise, there was still half a plate of "Yuyu Grand March" left on Jiuqi Shinobu's plate. She only took a bite and stopped decisively -
I am still scared and my face is pale.
They looked at each other, their eyes met, but they were silent for a long time.
Finally, Ying opened her red lips slightly, her voice cold and hesitant: "How do you... feel?"
She paused, as if to organize her thoughts, then cleared her throat and said slowly:
"Let me start by saying this... I can confirm with absolute certainty that I've never tried this coconut charcoal pancake before today – this is truly my first time."
However, her brows furrowed slightly, and confusion was evident in her tone: "But... I have definitely tasted this before."
As the words fell, the air seemed to freeze for a moment.
The implication is self-evident——
Even though she was doing something she had never done before, her body stubbornly awakened a memory that had been buried long ago.
This time, it’s the “sense of déjà vu” of taste.
To be more precise, it was as if she had tasted the same flavor countless times, but that memory was quietly erased by some force, leaving only a residual image lingering on the tip of her tongue.
Paimon's expression instantly turned ugly, and he covered his mouth tightly with his hands, as if he was still immersed in the strange aftertaste.
"This beetle-flavored candy... the taste is so unforgettable, there's no way I could have mistaken it..."
She raised her head, her eyes firm but with a hint of fear: "I must have eaten it! I will never forget this taste!"
Obviously, she was caught in the same perceptual vortex as Ying—the sense of déjà vu in her taste buds surged over her like a tide.
Arataki Ichito sat slumped in his chair, his cheeks red and swollen, his breathing weak, and he mumbled weakly:
"The smell... I can't remember it clearly, but this itchy, dizzy feeling... is incredibly familiar..."
He smelled the scent of "repetition" from his allergic reaction.
"Boss, I'm afraid your situation doesn't count, right?" Jiuqi couldn't help but complain, with a hint of helplessness in his tone, "After all, it's not the first time you've been allergic to soy products."
But she immediately turned serious, looked around at everyone, and said in a steady and solemn voice: "This dish called 'The Great March of the Ghostly Army' is new to me, but the moment I put it in my mouth, the familiar taste came back like an old dream, so clear that it was disturbing..."
"Yes, it's that taste déjà vu again."
Her eyes were deep. “Moreover, each of us experienced the same feeling. This means… this isn’t the first time we’ve attempted this.”
"Based on this, I have a bold guess—"
Jiuqi Shinobu slowly uttered his next words, as if each word carried the weight of reincarnation: "Perhaps we have been repeating this day's Flower God Birthday Festival."
Before she finished speaking, she sighed softly.
Because the moment she said this, that familiar sense of déjà vu resurfaced - she knew that she had said this before and had come to the same conclusion.
But now, she is still here, telling it all again.
This just proves that no matter how many times they have reincarnated in the past, they have never been able to find a way to break the cycle.
No one objected to this speculation.
Instead, he looked at the plate in front of him with a grim expression.
There is no doubt that the emergence of déjà vu proves that this is not the first time they have reached this conclusion.
This also shows that in the past, they have not been able to come up with a solution.
It’s not scary to know that you are in a cycle, but it’s scary to be in a cycle without a solution.
This is the point where everyone feels powerless.