Garlean, Sword Flower University.

Sonia returned to her dormitory and saw Lois studying early in the morning, while Adair was still sleeping with a doll in her arms. Sonia couldn’t help but be surprised and asked, “Adair, didn’t you wake up early like Lois yesterday to study? And you said you wanted to summon an Artisan and enter the Virtual Realm before the end of this semester…”

“She had been studying for a long time yesterday, until she opened the light screen and watched ‘Love Across Time’ after lunch,” Lois said casually. “Before, she used to daydream, trim her nails, and play with her hair after breakfast.”

“Is it Daidalos’ new drama?” Sonia instinctively asked, but quickly shook her head. “Can she even get a graduation certificate like this?”

Lois shrugged. “It doesn’t matter if she can’t. She has a fiancé who is a powerful nobleman, and her father has recently been promoted in his career. I guess Adair will get married directly after graduation.”

Sonia nodded and unexpectedly found that she had no emotional fluctuations about Adair’s situation.

In the past, Adair’s family and life plan would have made Sonia envious: with family support and the support of a fiancé, even if Adair did nothing, didn’t understand social etiquette, and lived her whole life as a spoiled noblewoman, she could still live a happy and fulfilling life, with all the bad things kept away from her.

She was born with everything Sonia desired.

If she had not been penniless, who would be willing to start from scratch? If she had not lacked a backing, who would be willing to scheme endlessly? If she had not been born in a sheltered environment, who would be willing to endure the wind and rain?

Suffering has never been a test, and unfairness is the reality. The reason why Sonia had a bad relationship with Lois and the others in the past was not only because Lois looked down on her, but also because Lois’ confidence, which stemmed from her self-assurance, deeply hurt Sonia, who had just left her hometown a few days ago.

But now, Sonia found that she no longer felt jealous or resentful when she heard about other people’s happy futures.

Although she didn’t have a wealthy fiancé or the help of a family, she didn’t think her future would be worse than Adair’s or Lois’. Yes, she was still so shallow that she had to become superior to satisfy her self-esteem.

Too much had happened in the past week, to the point that Sonia had undergone a complete transformation without realizing it.

She still loved beauty, still demanded perfection in her makeup, and still had a deep scheming nature. But she had also become an Artificer, Professor Teluozan’s research apprentice, defeated Felix, and sparred with senior student Leonie…

This series of events was like building a wall behind Sonia, brick by brick.

Even if Sonia couldn’t persist in the future and wanted to retreat, she had something to rely on.

Moreover, there was someone by her side, although not necessarily reliable, with many flaws, and even weaker than her in strength, but at least… he was standing beside her.

After taking a shower, Sonia returned to her desk and placed a silver coin on it, summoning her Sorcery Spirit to eat, and then started applying a face mask.

At this moment, she noticed that there were a few more things on the desk.

First, a glass bottle containing a mixture of green, gold, and pink liquid, which clearly wasn’t a healthy drink. But Sonia remembered this glass bottle—it was the same one that the Observer had carried when he first appeared in the real world seven days ago.

Underneath the glass bottle was a note that read:

Sonia looked at the glass bottle suspiciously, but in the end, she shook it and drank it in one gulp—what else could she do? Last time, the Observer directly teleported the potion into her throat, so now letting her drink it herself was already an act of goodwill.

As for whether the Observer would harm her, Sonia had long given up thinking about it.

Facing a person who could control her actions, a suspected legendary reincarnate with amnesia, unless Sonia could find the Observer’s true form and control and confine him in the basement to exploit his value, all her plans would be as meaningless as New Year’s resolutions.

It was better to hold on to this high-performing stock called the Observer, let him do whatever he wanted, create an image of “I am very useful,” and let the Observer relax his guard and reveal more flaws.

The more the Observer trusted her, the closer she would be to turning the tables.

The potion had a sweet taste, a mixture of citrus, lemon, and sea salt. It was quite delicious. Sonia licked her lips and looked at another conspicuous item on the table.

A letter?

The Observer didn’t seem like someone who would write such poetic things… more like the type who would talk to me outside the bathroom door…

With curiosity, Sonia opened it and found a precious card embellished with gold foil, on which was written:The text on the card began to morph, eventually forming two golden characters:

Sonia instantly realized the power of this card: without any need for her to study or practice, the automatic summoning ritual would elevate her mastery of a sorcery faction she had never touched before to the silver level! Plus, it came with a Sorcery Spirit!

Although it was just an Experience Orb, she knew its value. If it weren’t for the Observer, she probably wouldn’t have a chance to get an Experience Orb in her lifetime.

Moreover, it seemed to be a Sorcery Spirit of the Mind faction. The Mind faction was arguably the hardest sorcery faction to master, Sonia had definitely hit the jackpot this time!

Despite her dissatisfaction with the Observer’s constant interference in her life, he had given her all the two Experience Orbs he obtained last night, and now he had arranged such a wonderful benefit for her. Sonia couldn’t help but sincerely thank him: “Observer, meeting you is truly the luck of my life!”

At this point, the card had turned into a wisp of smoke and dissipated. Sonia waited for a moment, but nothing seemed to happen.

Had the ritual begun? But why didn’t she feel any changes?

Just then, the dormitory door suddenly opened. Yingu Lite, radiating heat, walked in slowly. She picked up a towel to wipe her sweat and drank some water, saying, “Adair, it’s time for class!”

Adair sat up woodenly, following her body’s instinct to wash up, her eyes still closed.

As Yingu Lite went to take a shower, Sonia and Lois also began their pre-class preparations: eyeshadow to match lipstick, blush that wouldn’t overshadow the main features, and perfume with a base note of petitgrain and bitter orange, aiming for a subtle lingering scent.