The Protagonist’s Sister Is Actually The Strongest Chapter 355: Chapter 344: Heart Of Love

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Chapter 344: Heart Of Love Listen While Reading: xxε34lost_world ----- I stood there in silence as I glanced at my adoptive mother. Nah, let’s just call her mom for now, no more adoptive thing… Let’s just be happy as I am with what I have, even if I know everything is fleeting and nothing stays permanently forever. Sometimes people get depressed when they realize that life is fleeting, relationships are fleeting, material goods are fleeting, and everything they love and care about will one day disappear alongside themselves. Yes, I know all of this, but I sometimes like to think differently. Yes, what if everything goes away one day? Then wouldn’t that mean that every second we spend right now with those we love and the things we love means even more? We should enjoy life while we have it; we should enjoy the people we love while they’re with us… And we should even enjoy all the stuff we’ve collected while it's still there. The future… yes, everything dies, everyone dies. It’s the natural order of things… But as long as I am alive, I want to make every second worth it. This is probably why I also want to save Earth, why I want to save all of that horrible planet full of terrible people. Because there are also people I love in there... and places I like, and food I enjoy. Yeah, all those things are enough for me to want to save the planet if I have the power to do so. Even when these things will too one day end… it doesn’t matter. As long as it can last for a while after I save everything… It’ll be worth it. Definitely. And so… this present, what I am seeing right now, what I am hearing right now, what I’m feeling right now. It means everything to me. “I love you, Mom…” I hugged her tightly and didn’t let go of her. “A-Anna…?” She was surprised, her beak gently touching my forehead. “I love you too, my daughter… We’ve spent so little time together, but each day, each hour, each minute, and each second is precious.” “It is… You smell so good too; what shampoo do you use? Or soap?” I rubbed my face on her chest’s feathers, which were very soft. “Hahah! It is a combination of many floral oils and so on. I could share some if you like,” she giggled. “But for now, let us focus, okay? I saw what you did… and how you were able to move through these trials. Now tell me, how do you feel?” “After everything, you mean?” I asked her. “Yes, how do you feel?” she wondered. “I feel fine…” I said. “I feel relieved somehow, happy even… Like I let go of a very heavy weight.” “You indeed did…” she nodded, glancing at me. “Your aura... It has become at least five times bigger now.” “EH?!” I gasped. “Wait, really?” “Yes, my eyes are never wrong,” she said. “This was simply your latent power… Your own mind was holding you back from using it all. Did you know about this? It’s called Mind Lock. Every person has their own. The only way to unlock it is by surpassing your past self and overcoming your own fears and accepting your present and the uncertain future. It’s a complicated thing; not many had ever managed to release it.” “I-I had no idea… such a thing existed,” I muttered. “So when I released it… my own power simply became “freer” or something?” “It could be said you’ve stopped holding back. I believe you were afraid. An innate fear we all have; even I had it. But you’ve stopped being afraid. You’ve gained confidence. And you’ve also grown more… mature, indeed.” “Mature…” I muttered. “Hahaha, me? No way… I’m always so childish and dumb.” “You’re not,” she said. “Stop saying such things now, Anna. You’re not going to achieve anything from that, alright? You know, and I know, that you’ve matured a lot. Your body matches your mind; you look much older than you did when you got here. Back then you looked like a freshly hatched chick. Now, you look like a respectable young woman.” “Huh… Well, my body’s age is still 17… Maybe almost 18?” I wondered. “But yes, my appearance... It might be synchronizing a bit with my own past life’s age. A bit? I defini