The Protagonist’s Sister Is Actually The Strongest Chapter 333: Chapter 322: Bastet

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Chapter 322: Bastet Listen While Reading: A.D.2016 ~The Grand Temple of Time~ ----- I woke up the next morning feeling quite refreshed. After that talk I had with my masters, I felt much more at ease for some reason… Though, now that I remember everything, I feel a bit cringe. Dammit, did I have to be like that? What the hell happened to me? They were nice to me, but I bet they also felt a bit flustered with how I acted. Ugh… I don’t know; maybe it has to do with this younger body? I mean, technically the body of a 17-year-old; all the hormones are at full power all over my body, so I’m really emotional and stuff, ugh, a bit terrible. But I do remember being a bit like this in my previous life. “Hahh…” After having talked with them about that, I think I had a dream of my previous life, mostly one of those “memory” dreams where you just relive previous events in your life, albeit sometimes a bit twisted. And yeah, now I can’t stop thinking about my fucked-up first life. I’m so grateful Reincarnation is a thing because if I had died ran over by a damn truck, I don’t know if I would have been able to handle it, to be honest. It was… It was a shitty life. My god, how terrible was my damn life. And all my self-loathing didn’t help there. If it wasn’t because I didn’t remember my previous life and lived as Anna until waking up from my coma, I think my personality right now would be... Like that of a depressed woman in her late twenties. My god. Really makes me think a lot about everything—about this situation, my life so far, and what I’ve gone through. It truly feels like I am living a fantasy I always wished for, but... Even with all the difficulties, why? Why am I going through such nice things now? I know there’s horrible things happening and so on, but overall. I’m really… I’m happy. The more I overthink this, the more my head feels like it’s spinning. Why has my reality suddenly distorted to become so fantastic? My first life was so mundane, so normal, so boring, so depressive. It was as if I lived in a gray world, and once I reincarnated, the world suddenly started having all sorts of colors. Was Fantasy what I needed to finally get my sh*t together? Seriously, I’m pathetic, aren’t I? I really am pathetic… “Maybe we should just take away all those memories…” “Nah, if we do that, she’ll lose her advantages; it’s not worth it.” “Seriously, yesterday was an amazing day, and now you’re getting depressed?” “Maybe I should take over…” Suddenly, I felt my Aura fluctuating in many colors as the silhouette of my Egos emerged. Huh? "Okay, so this is a thing now?” I wondered, looking at the four of them. Their forms weren’t as defined as when I summoned them directly, but I could easily notice those were my Egos. The Demonic Ego, the Angelic Ego, the Beast Ego, and the Cosmic Ego. The Beast Ego in specific… “Is this like… A manifestation of Myriad Self Arts?” I asked my Egos and they looked at one another. “Yeah, maybe.” “Or you’ve gone insane.” “Nah, this is a manifestation of your powers. But if it could be said that Myriad Egos exists because of a necessity.” “Huh? How so?” The Beast Ego glanced at me, her golden armor becoming clearer and so her cat-like features over her body. “It’s exactly because of what you were going through right now—overthinking things, feeling down for no reason,” she said. “You think you are already over them, but these mental scars… They are not going to heal so easily, Anna.” “…” I fell silent, glancing at her. There was something peculiar about her; it felt like she was smarter. “Why yes, I’m smarter, smarter than you too,” she gave me a pleasant smile. “It is nice that your abilities have improved to the point we can talk more openly, Anna… These feelings you feel—there’s no need to bottle them up. We’re here to talk with you and be with you.” “W-What?” I was a bit confused. “You’re still me at the end, an aspect of myself.” “Yes and no,” she said. “Yes, we are a part of you, but no, we aren’t completel