After carefully reading the descriptions on all three cards, Anya rested her chin in her hand, lost in thought.
Her eyes kept flickering back and forth between the three radiant, shimmering cards, clearly weighing the pros and cons.
Iris looked at the conflicted Anya and lazily asked, “Little Anya, is this stumping you already?”
“Mm… a little.” Anya nodded slightly, her gaze still fixed on the cards.
In this world, the combat system was sharply divided: close combat dominated by Douqi, and ranged attacks commanded by Magic—separated as clearly as day and night.
And Anya was a Second Rank First Swordmaster, steeped in Douqi for years.
Iris pursed her lips. If it were her, she’d definitely choose the Converter. That was basically a natural path to mastering both sword and Magic.
Although Unfaltering and Goof Off both offered significant power boosts, the Converter allowed for a surprise move against opponents—possibly leading to unexpected results.
Iris really wanted to interfere with Anya’s choice, but Ollie had specifically told her not to meddle in the host’s decisions.
So she was just a tool, after all.
Anya’s thoughts were spinning rapidly. Unfaltering would indeed cover her lack of stamina, giving her the confidence for prolonged battles.
But Goof Off wouldn’t be available for a year—it was of no use in her current situation, nothing but an empty promise.
That left the Converter…
Her talent for Magic had always been pitifully mediocre—barely better than nothing.
That was why she’d been forced down the hard road of Douqi swordsmanship.
If she suddenly gained impressive Magic ability, would that ever-stern father of hers finally show a hint of approval?
With her mind made up, determination flashed in Anya’s eyes. “I choose the Converter.”
Even before the words finished leaving her lips, her fingertips had already touched the third card—the one engraved with “Converter.”
In an instant, the other two cards’ brilliance abruptly faded, shattering into countless silver-white specks of light.
Only the “Converter” card burst forth with a dazzling golden radiance, transforming into a warm stream of light that flowed from Anya’s fingertips into her body, surging through every limb and bone in a rush of tingling, soothing warmth.
“If you’re done choosing, it’s time for you to return to the Reality World, little Anya.”
With a snap of Iris’s fingers, Anya just blinked—and found her surroundings had returned to the Snowfield.
At the same time, the bandit from earlier was grinning menacingly, approaching step by step.
His rough feet crunched over the snow with a menacing creak.
“You really don’t know what’s good for you. Could have avoided the consequences, but you just had to ask for trouble.”
Time really had passed as Iris said: she’d lingered for ages in her mind, but only a moment had passed in the outside world.
Now, all the fatigue in her body had vanished, replaced by a surge of energy she hadn’t felt in ages.
[Of course, that’s only natural. This is a miracle, after all—healing your exhaustion is nothing.]
[Now, do your best and take down the enemy before you, little Anya~]
Iris’s voice echoed in her ears, and Anya finally confirmed everything that just happened was not a dream.
Noticing Anya’s fingers curl slightly, the burly man sneered as he approached, “Still have strength left, little girl? Don’t bother struggling—just be good and—”
Before he could finish, Anya suddenly sprang up!
Gripping her greatsword with both hands, she swept it out in a powerful arc, wind howling from the blade as snowflakes scattered.
At the same moment, a pale blue panel suddenly appeared before her eyes.
[Auren Colin: Male, Dragonkin, Second Rank]
Auren’s pupils contracted as he instinctively raised his arms to block.
With a clang of sparks, he barely managed to catch the sword’s edge, but the blow left the flesh between his thumb and forefinger streaming with blood.
“Little girl, you dare play dirty tricks with me?!”
He roared in fury, throwing back his head as a dense layer of dark blue dragon scales rapidly spread across his skin, their edges shimmering coldly—looking both ferocious and repulsive.
Dragonkin were not true dragons; they merely bore the bloodline, but lacked the ability to transform into full dragons.
Still, at the same rank, a Dragonkin’s strength far surpassed that of a human.
Anya’s heart sank as she quickly considered her options—only to hear Iris’s timely reminder.
[Don’t forget what you just obtained! If you drag this out, the pursuers will catch up.]
The Converter!
As soon as the thought arose, Anya felt her Douqi inside pulled by a mysterious force, transforming into a new, gentle energy.
It was the magic she had long yearned for but always lacked.
She’d studied Magic as a child, but her magical energy was so thin she couldn’t even cast the simplest fireball.
[My advice is: use Magic to bind him, then run. He can wear you down—you can’t afford to linger.]
Anya nodded immediately, and quickly began chanting a spell.
Seeing this, Auren sneered, “What are you doing? Don’t tell me you’re going to use Magic? The boss said it himself—the Auckland Family’s little girl doesn’t have a speck of Magic talent!”
“Second Rank Magic—Ice Spike Spell!”
As soon as Anya spoke, a blinding blue light burst from her palm.
The Snowfield beneath her feet rumbled as several thick, razor-sharp ice spikes burst from the ground, instantly wrapping around Auren in a tight cage of ice.
The Converter had turned her Second Rank Douqi into an equal amount of Magic power, letting her cast spells she’d never even dared dream of before.
Auren seemed momentarily stunned—he couldn’t believe this little girl could actually use Magic.
But he quickly recovered, throwing a heavy punch at the encasing ice spikes.
Bang!
A deep dent appeared in the ice, but it held firm. Dragonkin inherited a dragon’s brute strength, but possessed no Magic talent—this was their fatal weakness.
[This looks just like a certain someone’s prison cage…]
Iris muttered to herself.
Anya stared at her own palm, her face full of shock as if she still couldn’t believe she had really cast a spell.
[Don’t just stand there—run for it!]
Seeing Anya frozen in place, Iris quickly urged her.
Anya snapped back to her senses, hastily sheathed her greatsword, and turned to sprint toward the town.
“You little brat, don’t run! Playing dirty with me, huh?!”
Auren was beside himself with rage, pounding wildly at the ice spikes, sending shards flying—but unable to break free from the icy prison.
Through the whirling snow, Anya’s figure grew smaller and smaller, her only trace left the echo of his furious roars across the Snowfield.
Before long, several Dragonkin figures returned to the scene.
They found no sign of Anya. The burly man at their head wore a dark, grim expression.
Only when his gaze fell upon the ice prison holding Auren did he stride forward.
The ice spikes shimmered with cold blue light, casting shifting shadows across Auren’s ferocious face.
“Auren, what on earth happened?”
Auren, seeing who had arrived, flushed crimson and clenched his fists, grinding his teeth. “I ran into that Auckland Family brat! She actually used Magic—trapped me here and got away!”
The leading Dragonkin snorted, “Pathetic, Auren.”
Even as he spoke, he swung a massive fist, sending a blast of force crashing into the ice spikes.
Boom!
The ice cage shattered into a rain of crystals, snow and shards flying everywhere.
“The plan’s ruined. Didn’t expect that girl to have some skill after all. But… with that person secretly helping us, even the Auckland Household’s General is no match for us.”
Auren staggered out, the scales on his shoulder trembling with rage.
He glared after Anya’s escape, a deep growl rumbling from his throat, eyes burning with bloodthirst.
Next time he met that girl, he’d rip her to shreds to repay today’s humiliation!
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