Furia burped and staggered up the stairs, leaning on the railing. As a Veela, her resistance to alcohol was high, and it was generally difficult for her to get drunk. However, her body would automatically respond to her emotions. When she was unhappy, she could drink alcohol like water, and when she was happy, just the smell of alcohol would make her drunk.

“Ah, I’ve tried every mud worker at ‘Frosty Mud Coffee.’ It’s time to try a new one… Adra said there’s a new themed mud coffee shop near the west gate of the university. I’ll go explore it once I receive my scholarship… But the abs of ‘Mud Dragon’ are really amazing. It shouldn’t be boring to order it again…”

“It’s a pity about ‘Rock Dragon.’ He had good skills, but unfortunately died in the 422 incident…”

On the third floor, the lights in the corridor flickered. Furia wasn’t surprised and felt her way to find the key. This apartment building was built seventy years ago and didn’t have an elevator, floor heating, air conditioning, and often had aging electrical wiring. The only advantage was the cheap rent. If it weren’t for the fact that the landlord hadn’t died yet, it would have been demolished and rebuilt.

But it wouldn’t be long. The apartment landlord was an orc in his sixties, and in a few years, he would definitely sell the property to the research institute to get an “anti-aging surgery.” This surgery was much cheaper than life extension surgery and was favored by lower-level sorcerers and ordinary people.

When the research institute took over the building, they would naturally sell it to real estate developers and build a taller and more beautiful apartment building, just like the two new buildings being constructed near the west gate. But that had nothing to do with Furia because she had already graduated and left by then.

Opening the door, Furia found that the lights were on in her house, which was strange. Didn’t she turn them off before going to class?

She took off her boots and put on slippers in the entrance. When she entered, she saw a man wearing a hood sitting at her desk, using the “Knowledge Screen” she bought, drinking the strong orc sweet milk she had put in the freezer, and typing on the Sakura Milo keyboard.

Her Scottish Fold cat, Xiao Xian, was lying on the desk, sticking up its butt and stretching lazily, then affectionately rubbing against the man’s hand.

This was a standard one-bedroom apartment with a desk, bed, balcony, bathroom, and small kitchen. Standing in the entrance, everything was in sight.

The man noticed the movement and turned to look at Furia.

“Welcome back.”

“Oh, I’m back.”

The man continued browsing the screen, and Furia scratched her head, opened the freezer, took out a bottle of ice water, and gulped it down. Suddenly, her stomach felt sour, and she rushed into the bathroom and vomited into the toilet.

As she vomited, Furia felt someone gently patting her back, making her feel more comfortable. Three folded tissues were handed to her mouth, and she subconsciously took them. “Thank you.”

After vomiting, Furia felt much clearer. She came out and threw all her clothes on the chair—everyone had a chair specifically for dirty clothes—then turned and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

As the gentle water washed over her body, Furia’s rationality gradually returned. Leaning against the wall, she held her chin and felt a strong sense of something being wrong, but couldn’t pinpoint what it was.

Suddenly, Furia’s eyes turned cold, and she clapped her hands.

“I only went twice tonight. Usually, it’s three times. I’m at a loss tonight!” She clicked her tongue. “Although the mud worker’s skills were a bit lacking tonight, I still paid for it. I have to enjoy it even if it’s with tears!”

After showering, Furia dried her body with a towel, especially her armpits, under her breasts, and the inside of her thighs. Drying off the water droplets made her feel particularly refreshed.

She looked at the white fluff on her forearms and calves and felt that it was time to trim them. Veelas had this trouble—they had to trim the fluff on their limbs frequently, or else they would sweat too much if it grew too long.

Furia walked out naked since the balcony curtains were drawn, and usually, no one would disturb her. The most important thing was that the weather was gradually getting warmer, and Veelas were prone to sweating—although their sweat emitted an enchanting fragrance, it was still sticky. Being in a natural state was the most comfortable.

Jumping onto the bed and rolling around twice, Furia greeted Xiao Xian, who jumped over from the man and nestled in her arms.

Furia snuggled up to her Meteor Dragon pillow, rubbing Xiao Xian while opening the screen and browsing the school forum.

She found that everyone was discussing tonight’s Blood Moon Trial, mentioning “Fenanche,” “Social Foster System,” and “Can we still participate in the city’s public examination in the future?” Furia was a bit confused—when the Blood Moon Trial started tonight, she was still drinking at the mud coffee shop.

Opening the Mind Study Group, she found that everyone was also discussing the Blood Moon Trial, divided into the “Blood Moon Faction” and the “Fenanche Faction.” They were fiercely debating in the study group, with over 999+ messages, and Furia couldn’t scroll to the top. She only knew that they were arguing about the “necessity of the Blood Moon Clan’s existence.”

The affirmative side believed that the Blood Moon Clan was the cornerstone of social development. The long-lived lives of the Blood Moon Clan ensured social stability, and various sorcerer technologies could only be developed by the Blood Moon Clan, who didn’t care about short-term gains.

The opposing side believed that the Blood Moon Clan restricted the development of various races. Because the Blood Moon Clan absorbed all the high-quality talents, other races couldn’t produce scholars or great sorcerers. The glory of the Blood Moon Clan was built on the blood-sucking of other races!

Is this the kind of question we students can come to a conclusion on?

Even if you discuss that the Blood Moon Clan shouldn’t exist, will they all die tomorrow morning?

Everyone’s hostility is so strong tonight.

Is the Blood Moon Trial really that exciting?

After browsing the screen for a while, Furia felt something was off and unconsciously rubbed her legs back and forth.

Indeed, two times were not enough. It had to be three times!

But she usually used videos as spell materials, and her videos were stored in the “Knowledge Screen.” After all, the Knowledge Screen had a 32-inch screen, which not only had a larger display and higher resolution but also could store more and larger video files.Furia’s chip model is Miracle 11, with a file capacity of only 10 zones. After storing some important files, there was no more space left. On the other hand, the Knowledge Curtain had a file capacity of 800 zones, and Furia had filled it with all her games and entertainment.

However, the Knowledge Curtain was currently being used by a man. Furia walked over to the table and glanced at him. She saw that he was watching the recorded broadcast of tonight’s Blood Moon Trial. Furia patted his shoulder and said, “I need to use it.”

“Oh, go ahead,” the hooded man said obediently, leaving the chair.

Furia sat down satisfactorily and skillfully opened a new folder. Inside the folder were four other folders: “Never Used,” “Used Only Once,” “Used a Few Times,” and “Used Countless Times.”

After some thought, Furia decided to choose the fourth folder, as she was in a hurry and it wasn’t the time for exploration. She opened a video titled “Mischievous Male Apprentice Taught a Lesson ~ Veela, the Proficient in Mental Hypnosis.” She directly dragged the progress bar to the most exciting part, and the pleasant sound of sobbing immediately intoxicated her.

Just as she couldn’t resist taking out her portable companion from the cabinet, she suddenly felt that something was terribly wrong.

Why…

Why was the chair warm?

It felt like someone had just been sitting on it.

Furia quickly turned her head and locked eyes with Asho, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding a book to cover his face as he secretly peeked at her. Although Asho immediately averted his gaze, Furia had already snapped back to reality.

She looked at him with a pensive expression and raised a finger, pointing at Asho as if she had just woken up from a dream. “Ah, are you the ‘Fish-Slaying Dragon’!?”

“No, I’m not.”

“Then, are you the ‘Azure Flame Dragon’?”

“No, I’m not.”

Furia couldn’t think of any other possibilities. “Then, which faction of Artificer do you belong to? I don’t remember calling for any housekeeping service tonight.”

In fact, housekeeping services were expensive, and Furia had been spending a lot recently, so she couldn’t afford it.

“I’m not a housekeeper.”

“If you’re not a housekeeper, then why are you in my house… Wait, I saw you when I came back just now. Even if you were a housekeeper, you wouldn’t have the key to my house!”

Furia retreated in shock to the balcony door. “Are you a thief?”

“No, I’m actually the incarnation of the Blood Moon Supreme Lord. Due to being plotted against by enemies, I had no choice but to stay in the mortal world in my current state. If you let me stay here for a few nights until I recover my Supreme Lord identity, I will promote you to a Four-Winged Legendary Sorcerer. How about it?”

“Really!?” Furia immediately rushed over and grabbed Asho’s left hand, her eyes filled with tears and anticipation. “A Four-Winged Sorcerer?”

Asho moved his gaze away from her dazzling and unreserved headlights. “Of course, it’s fake.”

“Huh?”

“You reap what you sow. Letting me stay for a few days won’t make you a Four-Winged Legendary Sorcerer. That’s too good to be true.” Seeing Furia’s dissatisfied expression, Asho quickly added, “But I can give you an Artisan as a reward. How about that?”

“What faction is the Artisan from?”

“What faction do you want?”

“The Mental faction!”

“Sure.” Asho opened his palm, and a curled-up caterpillar-like Sorcery Spirit appeared. Although it was a caterpillar, it wasn’t disgusting at all. On the contrary, it evoked genuine pity.

To prepare for an equivalent exchange, Asho had not immediately converted the Artisan he obtained during his last Virtual Realm exploration into game points. Instead, he stored them all in his soul, and it proved to be useful now.

“A Sympathy Sorcery Spirit!” Furia immediately recognized this Sorcery Spirit at a glance. Although it was a common Sorcery Spirit in the Mental faction, she hadn’t summoned it yet. “No problem! I’ll take this one!”

Furia reached out to take it, but Asho retracted his hand.

“I’ll give it to you when I leave.”

“How do I know you won’t go back on your word?”

Asho was prepared and took out a fluorescent white paper. “We can sign a contract. This is a contract paper made by an insurance specialist.”

He had asked Igura to make this paper. As an insurance specialist, Igura naturally had the ability to make Miracle Contract Papers.

Igura didn’t want to do it, of course. However, Asho used the reason that “he might need to sign a temporary contract with someone during an escape” to convince Igura. Perhaps Igura couldn’t refuse a request that would help with an escape, or perhaps Asho had annoyed him too much, and in the end, Igura reluctantly let Asho freeload several times.

Furia blinked. “Then… okay.”

There was no time to waste, and Asho immediately drafted the contract. The contract was simple: Asho could stay at Furia’s house for a few days and use the tools in her house. In return, Furia was not allowed to reveal Asho’s existence in any way. As a reward, Asho had to hand over the Sympathy Sorcery Spirit to Furia before leaving.

Furia stood by and watched as Asho drafted the contract. She squeezed her hands inward, creating a sacred groove. Asho, who caught a glimpse of this beautiful sight, almost wrote his own name as ‘Big White Soft.’

“How did you know my name is Furia Hoyer?”

“Your notebook has your name on it.”

“And the Blood Moon Supreme Lord’s name is Asho Heath?”

“Do you have a problem with that?”

“No, not at all.”

After the contract was drafted, Asho signed his name and handed the pen to Furia.

Furia hesitated for a moment, seemingly contemplating something. Asho started sweating profusely, but she quickly signed her name.

The contract took effect, and an invisible shackle connected Asho and Furia. Asho secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Now, he not only had a temporary place to stay, but he could also use Furia’s Knowledge Curtain to browse the curtain and gather information, slowly planning his own side quest.He was fortunate enough to find a female college student who was not very bright. He had been prepared, if he couldn’t freeload using his ‘Observer’s Appearance’ ability, to immediately relocate, even if it meant living under a bridge for a few days. It would just make investigating Professor Xilin less convenient.

But doesn’t this world have text message scams? How could a college student not have encountered even the ‘I, the Supreme Blood Moon, need money’ type of scam?

“You’re actually the leader of the Four Pillar God Heresy, Asho Heath, aren’t you?”

Furia, holding Little Xian, tilted her head, “I even voted for you in the Blood Moon Judgment before.”