Chapter 213: The Gaze of the Three Treasures

Chapter 213: Chapter 213: The Gaze of the Three Treasures

Violet Academy, the Chief’s exclusive dormitory.

This was a single dormitory of the highest standard, equipped with an Anti-Spying Magic Barrier. According to the academy’s rules, this would be Yvette’s completely private territory until the day she graduated.

DRIP...

DRIP...

The first faint light of dawn had just begun to filter through the window, and the soft sound of dripping water was especially clear in the quiet room.

A droplet of water slid slowly down the carved pattern of the wooden bed frame.

Yvette’s eyes snapped open.

Her azure eyes were filled with the dazed confusion of someone just torn from a deep dream.

The dream had been disconnected.

Or more accurately, it had been passively terminated.

Because the man in the luxury suite had woken up.

As a result, she had naturally been ejected from that absurd dreamscape.

This was the first time that she, as a Dream Dominator, had been completely unable to control a dream—she couldn’t even leave it on her own terms.

Yvette subconsciously reached out with a weakened arm, gently stroking her flat stomach through her silk nightgown.

’So full...’

Even though she had now fully returned to the Material Realm, the quivering sensation still lingered. Just thinking about it was enough to make her twitch.

She had originally only intended to probe for some information...

And what was the result?

She had ended up giving her entire self away!

The Soul Mark left by the Legendary Witch Elisya appeared in her mind.

"...a Constitution that’s absolutely perfect for the Witch Race..."

Right now, Yvette really wanted to travel back in time and vigorously shake her predecessor’s shoulders.

’Are you sure he’s really suited for the "delicate Constitution" of the Witch Race?’

Among all the Sub-human Species on this continent—the Dragon Ladies, Wolf Ladies, Succubi, Dark Elves, Snake Ladies, Blood Race, Spider Ladies, and Fox Girls...

’Wouldn’t even they be tormented until they were crying for their mothers?!’

Yvette covered her burning cheeks with one hand, while with the other, she habitually bit down on the knuckle of her fair index finger.

This was a little habit she had when she was thinking.

The soft bed, the wooden table, the carpet, the basin...

Her cheeks grew redder. For the Witch Race, their spiritual framework was exceptionally unique, almost equivalent to a second physical body.

Everything the soul endured in a dream, the physical body would receive in reality, with a synchronization rate of one hundred percent.

’Toys, intertwining, potions, whimpers...’

At this moment, under the morning light, tiny, peach-pink hearts began to appear in the depths of the young woman’s clear eyes.

This was no illusion. It was a physical manifestation of a Witch’s soul influencing her body, a sign that her primal desires had been thoroughly satisfied.

’No, I can’t keep thinking about this...’

Yvette shook her head violently, forcibly cutting off the blush-inducing images in her mind.

She took a deep breath and removed her finger from her lips. The lust that had filled her eyes gradually cooled.

She suddenly felt that the fateful bond with the "White Dragon" that her sister had divined was now rather superfluous and annoying.

’When I, Yvette, set my sights on a man, not even fate gets to interfere.’

The most pressing matter now was to find that "White Dragon" who was destined to fall in love with her...

And then...

Kill him.

Yvette smiled. As long as that White Dragon was dead, the thread of fate would snap.

Then, she could justifiably go to her sister, the "Fate Witch," and have her forcibly alter the trajectory of fate, perfectly replacing the node on that thread with Lance’s.

Then she and Lance would become the happiest couple, and their story, like that of Elisya and Karen, would be sung across the continent.

Thinking of that sweet future, the corners of Yvette’s mouth curled up uncontrollably into a dazed, sweetly morbid smile.

"I’m so looking forward to that day..."

She murmured softly, glancing down at the complete mess of a sheet beneath her.

The dripping sound was coming from the soaked edges.

She liked making the sheets wet, not having wet sheets.

The young woman’s fair fingertips twitched, and Magic Power surged in the air.

The faint glow of a 0 Ring Spell, [Drying Skill], instantly swept across the entire bed.

The damp bed immediately became dry and warm again, as if nothing had ever happened.

Having not slept well all night, Yvette was now extremely tired. She knew Lance was going to participate in the Heroic Spirit Baptism today, so he definitely wouldn’t have time for her.

Yvette wrapped herself in the soft blankets again, curling up like a lazy cat, and closed her eyes.

She was going to take advantage of the day to get some proper sleep and fully recover her energy.

’When tomorrow comes...’

’I’ll definitely put on beautiful makeup and wear a gorgeous outfit to go see Lance...’

’Hehehe...’

With her eyes closed, Yvette wore a dazed smile.

Suddenly, she thought of something and opened her eyes.

’How did Elisya know about Lance’s Constitution?’

Yvette curled up even tighter and bit her finger.

’Does Karen know about this?’

...

As the first ray of morning sun pierced the heavy velvet curtains, Lance opened his eyes on the large, soft bed.

He stretched out with a long yawn, feeling a satisfying crackle from all the bones in his body.

Although last night’s absurd dream had consumed a great deal of his Spirit, the effect was surprisingly good.

The restless, primal urge that had been stirring ever since he activated the [Crimson Dragon] Source Material seemed to have been completely vented in the dream.

Now, he felt refreshed and his mind was exceptionally clear.

After washing up, the maid specifically assigned to the suite pushed in a cart with a lavish breakfast.

It was a standard breakfast for a noble.

Freshly baked, fluffy bread gave off an enticing wheaty aroma, accompanied by a small jar of jam made from calendula honey.

The main course was a pan-fried rock sheep cutlet sprinkled with crushed black pepper, plus a glass of warm, cinnamon goat’s milk.

As Lance sat at the exquisite walnut round table, he enjoyed the food and sighed inwardly.

’The extravagant lifestyle of White River City’s upper crust really can easily corrupt a person’s will.’

After breakfast, Lance changed back into his simple, plain clothes, pushed open the door, and left the suite, heading straight for the Veterans’ Hospital.

Perhaps the director, Vance, had already given his subordinates a heads-up.

The moment Lance stepped through the main doors into the hall, someone with a beaming smile immediately came to greet him.

Before long, Vance himself came scurrying to Lance’s side with mincing steps and a fawning expression.

"Regarding last night, I was inconsiderate. I acted on my own initiative and displeased you, Your Excellency."

Vance wrung his hands, his tone revealing the utmost caution.

He had originally thought that those charming Sub-human girls would surely win the favor of this young master.

He possessed a special Perception Talent, and when they met yesterday, he could clearly sense that the young man before him held no aversion toward Sub-human Species.

Who would have thought he would get angry and kick them all out? ℴℴ𝘮

"If you prefer a different sort of entertainment, I will make new arrangements for tonight. I guarantee you’ll be satisfied," Vance vowed solemnly.

"There’s no need to trouble yourself."

Lance refused the offer.

He was well aware of his schedule for the day.

The Heroic Spirit Baptism wouldn’t end too late, probably finishing around six or seven in the evening.

After the ceremony concluded, he could go to the underground treasury to collect the piece of Enchanted Equipment he was given as compensation, and then head directly to the docks to catch the last ferry out.

White River City was prosperous, but it wasn’t a place where he should linger for long in his current situation.

Moreover, this man Vance’s attitude was abnormally obsequious.

It gave Lance a persistent, unsettling premonition.

He had to get back to Gray Rock Town as soon as possible and ask Uncle Rein what secrets were hidden behind that transfer contract.

When Vance heard Lance’s decision to leave that very night, he was stunned for a moment before his mind concocted a reasonable explanation.

’It seems this young master’s family is very strict and doesn’t allow him to linger too long in the dazzling outside world.’

He tactfully refrained from persuading him further. Instead, he bowed respectfully and said he would immediately send someone to the docks to arrange for a cabin on the ferry in advance.

For the better part of the day, Lance went through all sorts of tedious verification processes.

From the secondary confirmation of his identity to the final activation of the quota Crystal Plate, every step was inspected by a dedicated Mage.

However, they were all focused on the Crystal Plate. Even if someone’s identity was wrong, this group probably wouldn’t point it out.

The whole process was just a formality.

It wasn’t until the afternoon that Lance, following the directions, finally stepped into the solemn and majestic Hall of Heroic Spirit Baptism.

The vast, circular hall seemed somewhat empty.

Including Lance, there were only seven or eight people in total participating in White River City’s Baptism Ceremony today.

This was further proof of the impact of the Summer Crown opening early; pitifully few people had managed to secure a spot in this batch.

Under the guidance of a high priest in a white robe,

Lance walked to a stone platform in the center of the hall, which was covered in carved runes, and stood still.

He took a circlet woven from dried Iris Flowers from an attendant and placed it steadily on his head.

As the high priest’s deep chanting began,

the massive Technique on the hall floor activated in an instant, and a dazzling light of Magic Power shot toward the sky.

Lance felt the entire space begin to distort intensely. In that moment, the great hall seemed to establish a tangible connection with the distant Star Realm.

Immediately after, scenes from the Legends of Heroic Spirits began to appear and intertwine within the light.

He saw a wooden ship with tattered black sails struggling to navigate a dark sea amidst howling gales.

He also saw a Heroic Spirit fighting a Hydra in a swamp with their bare hands.

Not to mention the heroic feat of slaying a dragon.

Just as these images flashed by one after another, a strong sense of weightlessness washed over him.

This sensation of his soul being instantly pulled from his body was identical to the experience of accepting the game invitation from Chaos, the God of Rebellion, in the Star Realm.

[Connecting to Star Realm frequency...]

[Large-scale composite ritual Technique detected: Heroic Spirit Baptism (Star Realm Projection) activated...]

[Instance Mode: Solo Trial]

[Rules: The Trial Taker must resonate with a Heroic Spirit Treasure adrift in the Star Realm. Grasp the myth that is yours, and recreate its former glory.]

[Trial Reward: Based on the original tier of the Resonating Treasure (White, Green, Blue, Purple, Gold), a "Heroic Spirit Protection" of the corresponding quality will be granted upon completion.]

[Reading host’s soul characteristics...]

[Reading complete: Spear of the Lake (Fate Trajectory), Crimson Dragon (Source Material)...]

[Warning! Three Treasures have torn through the fates of other Heroic Spirits to cast their gaze upon you!]

[A crossroads of fate has opened before you. Please make your choice among the following three completely different trials:]