The Central Starskiff Haven was bustling with noise and people.
“March 7th, slow down—”
Stelle chased after the sprinting March 7th, panting heavily, her legs moving so fast they were practically a blur.
Her grey hair streamed behind her, and fine beads of sweat had already formed on her forehead.
“Hurry up, you guys!” March 7th yelled without looking back, her blue skirt fluttering with her running movements.
“Little Diting ran too far!
If I don’t hurry, I’ll lose it!”
The round little beast in front of her—Diting—was moving its four short legs rapidly, bobbing up and down as it ran like a mobile fur ball.
Welt ran to Stelle’s side, his pace steady and his breathing even, forming a sharp contrast to Stelle’s disheveled state.
“Is it possible,” he said calmly, “that Diting is only running this fast because it sees March 7th running so fast?”
Stelle turned her head to look at Welt, her eyes lighting up.
“I think so too.”
“Benefactor!
Slow down!” Tingyun followed far behind the three, holding up her skirt hem, exhausted, her makeup nearly ruined by sweat.
“This humble one doesn’t have your speed—”
Before she could finish her sentence, a dull thud came from ahead.
“Ouch!”
March 7th had bumped into someone, and both of them fell to the ground.
Diting ran a few steps out, then stopped, tilting its head to look at the two people on the ground as if waiting for them to get up.
“Sorry, sorry, sorry!” March 7th rubbed her numb bottom, scrambled to get up, and reached out to pull up the person she had knocked over.
“I didn’t mean it!
I was running too fast and wasn’t looking where I was going—”
“Ugh…
It’s fine.
Be more careful where you’re walking next time.”
Lux rubbed her aching forehead and stood up with the help of March 7th’s hand.
She was still wearing that same maid outfit today, but with an apron over it, making her look like a housewife who had just come from the market.
“Ah!
My groceries!”
Lux looked down to see the plastic bag had torn, and the vegetables, tofu, green onions, ginger, and garlic inside had rolled all over the floor.
“I’ll help you pick them up!” March 7th quickly squatted down, scrambling to help Lux gather the vegetables from the floor.
Lux squatted down, and together with March 7th, picked up the usable vegetables and put them back in the bag.
“March 7th, what happened?” Stelle and Welt finally ran over.
March 7th looked up, revealing a guilty smile, and scratched her cheek with her finger.
“Hehe, I was in too much of a hurry and wasn’t looking, so I accidentally bumped into this little sister here.”
“Little sister?” Lux’s ears twitched, and she looked at March 7th expressionlessly.
“I’m older than you.”
“Ah?
Really?” March 7th tilted her head to size her up, then decisively changed the subject.
“Anyway, I’m sorry!”
Welt spoke up helplessly, “Actually, if you didn’t run so fast, this Diting would also slow down to wait for you.”
“Eh?” March 7th widened her eyes, her expression shifting from guilt to surprise.
“Is that so?
I thought it just ran that fast!”
She scratched her head, looking even more embarrassed.
Lux picked up the last green onion, stood up, and brushed the dust off her knees.
“Alright, the vegetables are a bit bruised but still edible, it’s fine.”
In the distance, Tingyun finally ran over, hands on her knees, gasping for breath, the bangs on her forehead soaked with sweat.
“Ben-Benefactor…
you…
ran way too fast…” She panted for a good while before straightening up and noticing Lux.
Tingyun’s gaze lingered on Lux’s ears and tail for a second.
“Oh?
This little sister looks unfamiliar.
Are you new to the Luofu?”
Lux looked at Tingyun—a Foxian—who wore a professional smile, though there was a hint of genuine concern in her eyes.
“Yeah, just arrived recently.” Lux nodded.
Seeing the situation, Tingyun knew that March 7th must have bumped into her.
She quickly stepped forward, pulled a business card from her sleeve, and handed it over with both hands.
“These individuals are distinguished guests of the Luofu.
If you have suffered any losses, you may come to the Sky-Faring Commission to seek compensation; just mention this humble one, Tingyun, by name.”
Lux took the card and glanced at it—Sky-Faring Commission Envoy, Tingyun.
She waved her hand and put the card into her inventory.
“It’s fine, nothing expensive, just some vegetables.
They needed to be washed anyway, so it doesn’t matter.”
“That’s good.” Tingyun smiled slightly, a hint of relief in her expression.
“We have urgent business, so we’re off!”
“Go on, go on.” Lux waved her hand.
March 7th followed Diting, and the four people and one beast continued running forward.
This time, March 7th slowed down, and Diting indeed slowed down as well, its four short legs moving at a leisurely pace.
As Stelle ran past Lux, she suddenly stopped and turned her head to look at her.
“You…
have a familiar scent on you.”
Lux was stunned.
“What?”
Stelle tilted her head, thought for a moment, then shook her head and kept running.
When Welt passed by, he also glanced at her, but said nothing and didn’t stop.
Tingyun, running in the back, waved at Lux, then lifted her skirt hem and followed.
Lux stood in place, watching their backs disappear into the crowd, her brows slightly furrowed.
“A familiar scent?
What does that mean…”
She lowered her head and sniffed her sleeve—there was only a faint, fresh fragrance.
“How bizarre.”
Lux shook her head, picked up the bruised vegetables, and turned to walk home.
Afternoon sunlight spilled into the room through the curtains.
Lux sat on the bed, staring at the system panel.
Emotion Points: 99999.99.
Just 0.01 left.
Lux hugged her tail, staring at the number, her ears pricked straight up like two radars.
“Give me a little…
anyone, just give me a little…”
[Guilt from March 7th, Emotion Points +0.01]
Emotion Points: 100000.00.
Lux froze for a moment, then the corners of her mouth slowly, slowly curled up.
The ten-pull button flickered with golden light in the void, as if urging her to press it quickly.
Lux rubbed her hands together, hugged her tail, and took a deep breath.
“Heaven bless me, mountains of gold and silver—give me an Equivalent Exchange!”
She extended her finger and tapped the void.
Ten Lucky Blocks appeared on the roulette wheel, the pointer spinning rapidly.
Golden light exploded in the room, illuminating the entire space as bright as day.
Lux squinted her eyes and used her tail to shield her face.
The first block stopped.
[Ding—Obtained Mod: Iron’s Spells ‘n Spellbooks]
[Feature addition successful—Magic System, Spellbooks, and Mana unlocked.
Ink Shop is now open.]
The second.
[Ding—Obtained Mod: Reliquary]
[Warning: Mod data corrupted—Key items lost, some features unavailable.]
Lux’s heart gave a sharp tug.
“Reliquary?!”
She hurriedly checked her accessory slot—on her fingers, wrists, neck, there was nothing.
No ring of seven curses.
Lux let out a long sigh, as if she had just walked through the gates of hell.
“Scared the life out of me, scared the life out of me…
thank goodness it’s not there…”
The remaining eight blocks exploded one after another.
[Ding—Obtained Item: Villager’s Manual × 1]
[Ding—Obtained Item: Spell Scribing Table × 1]
[Ding—Obtained Item: Scroll Forge × 1]
[Ding—Obtained Item: Dormant Eye × 1]
[Ding—Obtained Item: ender pearl × 16]
[Ding—Obtained Item: Potion of Weakness × 1]
[Ding—Obtained Item: Bucket of Milk × 1]
[Ding—Obtained Item: Blood Essence × 1]
The golden light dissipated.
The room returned to its normal brightness.
Lux sat on the bed, mouth slightly agape, eyes fixed on the system panel, looking as if she had been hit by a petrification spell.
Her brain was processing this information at high speed.
Iron’s Spells ‘n Spellbooks.
This was a very comprehensive magic mod, with various spells, magical equipment, and combat mechanics.
“I finally have a mod that can significantly boost my abilities!”
Lux’s tail wagged excitedly.
Then she thought of something else.
Reliquary.
This mod was strong, very strong.
But the problem was—what the heck did the system prompt “Key items lost” mean?
And there was no ring of seven curses in her accessory slot.
“Thank goodness it’s not there…” Lux patted her chest, lingering fear in her heart.
“That thing can’t be taken off once worn; I don’t want to be tortured by a curse all day.”
She turned her attention to the newly drawn items.
Villager’s Manual—the core magical book for Iron’s Spells ‘n Spellbooks, used for learning spells.
But why didn’t this book have a max mana bonus?
Was it an old version?
Spell Scribing Table, Scroll Forge—used for loading spells and crafting spell scrolls.
ender pearl, Potion of Weakness, Bucket of Milk, Blood Essence—all useful materials.
Then there was a black orb, the size of a fist, with fine cracks on the surface, from which a dark purple light shone through.
Dormant Eye.
Lux picked it up and examined it over and over.
“I remember this…
it seems to be that accessory that won’t stop yapping.”
She hesitated for a moment, then extended a finger and tapped lightly on the surface of the Dormant Eye.
“Click.”
A soft sound.
Cracks spread from where she tapped, expanding like a spider web.
Purple light surged from the cracks, getting brighter and brighter, and finally—
“Crack.”
The outer shell shattered, the fragments turning into purple light spots and dissipating.
A black, eyeball-like object hovered above Lux’s palm.
Its “pupil” was deep purple, slowly rotating as if observing the surrounding environment.
Listening to its voice, Lux wore a nostalgic expression.
The voice was low and slow, carrying an ancient sense of vicissitude, as if it had experienced countless years.
[Another demigod wandering on this abandoned land…]
[Let me accompany you on this journey.
Life is short, but perhaps you can achieve what others cannot accomplish in a lifetime.]
[I shall witness your legend with all my passion.]
[Perhaps, you will eventually uncover the secrets this world has long forgotten…]
[If so, I shall be the witness to this supreme achievement.]
The Eye of Mystery’s “pupil” rotated, aiming at Lux’s face.
It fell silent.
Lux also fell silent.
The person and the eye stared at each other for three seconds.
[You…] The Eye of Mystery’s voice carried a hint of uncertainty, [You are not a demigod?]
Lux scratched her head.
“Uh…
no.”
[Then what are you?]
“A fox that transmigrated here.”
The Eye of Mystery fell silent again.
[…] Its “pupil” contracted slightly, as if re-evaluating the creature before it.
[Forget it.] Its tone carried a hint of resigned helplessness.
[Demigod or fox, it doesn’t matter.
Since I’ve been awakened, following you is better than rotting in a chest.]
Lux couldn’t help but laugh.
“You’re quite the chatterbox.”
[I am just speaking the truth.] The Eye of Mystery’s tone returned to that ancient, slow, and leisurely cadence.
[The long years have taught me one thing—rather than complain, it is better to accept.]
“You’re quite the zen type then.”
[Zen type?
What is that?]
“Nothing.”
It might not seem tempting right now but who knows what the future holds?
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”