At first, Luo Wei had assumed her transmigration was the result of the original owner of this body sacrificing her soul to the Undead God, praying to change the world. It seemed logical—her soul had entered this body as part of the deal.

  But after her encounter on Demon Island, she realized the Undead God had no idea the soul inside this body had changed. That meant her transmigration had nothing to do with them.

  Professor Tobias had called her special, claiming she had altered the academy’s destined fate. Luo Wei didn’t openly agree, but she couldn’t deny the doubts lingering in her mind.

  Every time she intervened in someone’s fate, the power inside her grew stronger, and strange dreams followed. This was especially noticeable when she saved non-human intelligent beings.

  The first time was when the Holy Knights came to the academy. She had saved Gladys and Axina. Shortly after, she had a nightmare, glimpsing their original fates.

  The second time was at sea, when she encountered J?rmungandr. She had divined that survival lay atop the serpent’s head, indirectly saving Hol and Theodore. After reaching the Misty Plains, she dreamed of time reversing and stopped a dark elf from committing suicide.

  The third dream was different. It didn’t seem to show the past—it felt like a vision of the future.

  In that dream, angels descended from the clouds. A giant eye in the sky found her, and an angel was about to strike her down. When she woke, she discovered angels had truly descended to the mortal world.

  Unlike the previous dreams, this one hadn’t followed any act of salvation. The only thing she had done before it was hand a lamp to Wordsworth, the undead Puppeteer.

  Why was the third dream different?

  Luo Wei racked her brain but couldn’t figure it out. Just as she was about to give up, a sudden thought struck her.

  No—wait. That wasn’t her first prophetic dream.

  Her first prophetic dream had been on Demon Island. In it, she wore the Entwined Divine Crown embedded with the Heart of Life and soared into the sky. Among the clouds, she saw the Goddess of Love and the true forms of the Sun and Moon Gods. Then she woke and threw the godhead into the volcano.

  Until today, she had always believed that scene had actually happened—that she had simply gone back in time through the clock at the end of the dream.

  But now she wondered—was her power really strong enough to rewind the timeline of the entire world?

  If that wasn’t time reversal but prophecy—if her interference on Demon Island had altered its fate, allowing her to glimpse the future—then it all made much more sense.

  Luo Wei reflected on why she had mistaken a prophetic dream for reality. It was because of that clock.

  When she saved the elf, she had turned back the clock and reversed time. So she had assumed that when she destroyed the Heart of Life, she had done the same.

  But she had forgotten that the Authority of Time extended in both directions. Controlling time didn’t just mean rewinding the past—it also meant seeing the future.

  Reviewing everything, Luo Wei arrived at an absurd conclusion: whoever had made her transmigrate wanted her to save this broken world.

  More precisely, they wanted her to eliminate the false gods, save the non-human intelligent races on the brink of extinction, and maybe rescue the native humans while she was at it.

  But this conclusion confused her again, because the wish the original Luo Wei had made when she sacrificed herself to the dark god was exactly that—to change this world and change her own future.

  After all that analysis, she had come full circle. The conclusion remained: it was because of the original Luo Wei.

  The original Luo Wei wanted her to change the world. The original Luo Wei made her transmigrate. The original Luo Wei gave her powerful abilities?

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  Was that even possible?

  The more Luo Wei thought about it, the worse her headache grew. She sat down on a stone bench in the garden and rubbed her temples.

  The analysis process was fine. That meant the problem had to be with the conclusion.

  The scene of the original Luo Wei’s sacrifice to the dark god, including the seven days after her identity was exposed—was that the world’s original trajectory that she had glimpsed, or was it a prophetic dream?

  Or maybe... neither.

  Luo Wei lowered her hand. A dark gleam flashed in her black eyes.

  Whether it was the past or the future, certain fragments of that memory felt wrong.

  For example, given Troy’s upright, almost rigid personality, he would never let a dying girl sacrifice her soul to a dark god.

  What he would more likely do was cut the ropes under cover of night, rescue the original Luo Wei, and flee.

  If this world had magic that could erase memories, then magic that could alter memories shouldn’t be hard to achieve either.

  If her guess was correct, her memories had very likely been tampered with.

  As for who had tampered with her memories, Luo Wei didn’t need to think hard to figure it out.

  In her memory, the fake Troy had told the original Luo Wei to offer her soul to the darkness, to call upon the name of the Undead God and request their response to help her through this ordeal.

  Who else would be so narcissistic as to plant their own name in someone else’s dream?

  No one but the subject of that speech.

  Luo Wei suddenly thought of the prophetic dream she had on Demon Island.

  She had dreamed that she had been cursed by the Goddess of Love—anyone who loved her would suffer the pain of burning flames. And so the Undead God, disguised as an old grandmother, had been swallowed by erupting lava.

  That dream edit was so half-hearted. They were the Undead God—would they really be caught up in a curse and drowned in lava?

  Luo Wei couldn’t even be bothered to comment. Blunder after blunder, lie after lie—what kind of god acted like that?

  She could roughly guess why the Undead God had started tampering with her dreams.

  Nothing more than being pathetically short on believers, searching everywhere for suitable followers, picking clever and resourceful her, then sneaking in to alter her memories and show off in her prophetic dreams to make her develop faith in them.

  But why had they written Troy into her dreams too?

  Luo Wei frowned and thought for a few seconds. An outrageous guess surfaced in her mind.

  No way... If it really was what she was thinking, wouldn’t the Undead God be fuming?

  But remembering how the Undead God had hung Troy upside down on Demon Island to vent their anger, she realized it wasn’t impossible.

  Oh dear... The Undead God was so pitiful. She almost felt sorry for them.

  Lost in thought, Luo Wei ended up spending nearly an hour in the garden. Just as she snapped out of it and stood up to check on the kitten, she heard a commotion outside the gate.

  "Miss, I’m back!"

  The voice arrived before the person.

  Luo Wei looked toward the gate. Roman, backpack on his shoulders, charged in at the front like a gust of wind.

  "Slow down!" she called. "What if you fall?"

  Roman followed her voice and spotted her. In the sunlight, his pale brown eyes—so light they seemed veiled in gray mist—sparkled with brilliant light.

  "Miss! I haven’t seen you in so, so long!"

  He ran over with quick steps. His height, shooting up like a spring onion, startled Luo Wei.

  Kids really did change every day. After just a few days, he’d grown so much. She didn’t even need to look down anymore—Roman’s height now reached her chin.

  Luo Wei wanted to reach out and pat his head like before, but realized that gesture was no longer quite appropriate for such a big kid.

  But Roman still waited like he used to, expecting her to ruffle his hair. Seeing her hesitate, he immediately crouched down a bit. His gray-brown eyes, slightly darker in the tree shade, looked at her with innocent expectation.

  "Miss, you can pat me! I washed my hair clean today too!"

  His soft, thick brown hair floated in the breeze. It did look very nice to touch.

  He was still just a kid after all—growing in height but not in maturity. Luo Wei sighed, raised her hand to rest it on top of his head, gave it a gentle rub, then pulled her hand back.

  "Almost eight years old, right?" she asked. "Do you remember what day your birthday is?"

  Roman keenly sensed the change in her. Deep disappointment filled his gray eyes. "I don’t remember, Miss. The day I met you is my birthday."

  "Then it’s still four months away," Luo Wei said. "In four months, you’ll be a big eight-year-old kid."

  Roman lowered his head, dejected.

  He didn’t know what was wrong with him. He’d always wanted to grow up, but in this moment, he wished he could grow slower—just a little slower.

  "Miss, you’re back." Another low, hoarse voice spoke from behind Roman.

  Luo Wei looked past Roman and met Rosie's dull tea-green eyes.

  "Rosie’s grown so much taller too!" Luo Wei said in surprise, reaching out toward her. "Come here, let me see. Do your eyes still hurt?"

  The rough black resin lenses had been hard on her eyes. Luo Wei had told Rosie to remove them three months ago. She wondered if her vision had recovered.

  The nine-year-old girl was thin and frail. Even after half a year of care, she hadn’t put on any weight. Her body was in worse condition than Roman’s had been when he was a street urchin.

  "Miss, my eyes are already better. Look."

  Rosie walked up to Luo Wei and "casually" nudged Roman aside. She lifted her delicate little face for Luo Wei to see.

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