Alex Morgan took a deep breath and let it out.
It seemed that the magic power boosted by this micro-crystal was already a qualitative leap for normal people.
Although she had already anticipated this and had already reaped the benefits of the [Precision Control Engine], allowing this body to faintly progress toward a higher level.
But…
She really hadn’t expected such a massive feedback in just four days, allowing her to step into the extraordinary stage.
Alex Morgan couldn’t help but sigh and speak:
“This Magical Girl indeed has her merits. I admit I slandered her too loudly when I first saw the quest.”
“I promise I will never slander her again.”
She took a few deep breaths, quickly calming her mind.
In any case, officially stepping into the extraordinary Domain was a huge surprise.
She had originally prepared for a long-term battle, expecting no gains before the quest settlement.
However, the appearance of this crystal meant she could “sustain war through war,” gradually bringing her real body into contact with the extraordinary while clearing the dungeon.
However, it still felt like a bit of a waste to absorb this crystal so hastily.
It would have been nice to keep it for some research or to test if it had any unique properties.
Still, that emotion just now…
Alex Morgan suddenly fell silent, her expression serious as she struck a pose.
“Smile, perfect score.”
“Fighting spirit, one hundred percent.”
“…”
（＜ゝω·）~☆
The whole routine ended, and nothing happened.
The emotion from just now seemed to be an illusion.
Alex Morgan let out a long sigh of relief.
Fortunately, it was probably just a lingering trace of emotion, not some Possession.
“As your master, I shall pass down all my lifelong cultivation and memories to you…” This kind of trope wasn’t rare in novels.
After calming her mind, Alex Morgan picked up her old-fashioned phone, whose buttons had their paint worn off, and checked the date.
—Four days had already passed in reality since she first entered the game.
Over these four days, her daily routine hadn’t changed much.
She merely used her original class time to play the game and review her progress.
The rest of her time was spent as usual—nothing more than sleeping, eating, and light exercise.
Behind these fewer than twenty attempts, each lasting only one or two minutes, lay countless calculations and practice runs. This chapter was taken from g.com without permission.
It could be said that the energy she expended was no less than fighting for her life inside.
To ensure that her walkthrough wouldn’t be disturbed by other factors, Alex Morgan hadn’t even touched her phone over the past few days.
Now, a pile of missed calls and text messages had accumulated, and it was time to take a look.
The phone screen lit up, and several unread messages popped up.
They were from her homeroom teacher.
[Alex Morgan, are you feeling any better? I’ve approved a week of leave for you. If you’re still not well, take a few more days off. Health is the capital of revolution!]
Alex Morgan was an absolute top student.
Not only were her grades outstanding, but she also frequently won awards in various sports competitions (for the scholarships), and she never skipped classes without reason.
Thus, her request for leave met no resistance at all.
There were also a few messages of concern from her classmates, likely anxious because they couldn’t copy her homework.
But the most messages came from a certain someone.
[Hey! Why aren’t you replying?]
[Are you alive?]
[You didn’t actually get into trouble, did you?]
[If you’re dead, I’m going to your house for the funeral feast!]
[Speechless. If you’re home, reply to my message. I saw your lights on. A cheapskate like you would absolutely never waste this bit of electricity.]
[You’ve really gone mad. You haven’t gone out to buy groceries for four days straight. Was the little bit of food you bought last time even enough to feed you?]
[I ordered some takeout for you and left it at the door. Remember to eat it!]
The last message was sent half an hour ago.
Hailey Morgan was still her usual noisy self, her messages carrying a strong vibe of stalking.
She was either constantly wandering around downstairs or had someone monitoring Alex Morgan’s movements, knowing full well whether she had gone out or not.
Opening the door, she indeed found a rather high-end-looking insulated takeout bag left outside.
Alex Morgan casually picked up the takeout box from the door, brought it inside, and opened it.
The packaging was a very thick insulated bag.
Inside was an extremely low-key yet exquisite three-tier wooden food box, looking like it came from one of those long-established private kitchens that required reservations.
Lifting the lid, a steaming, savory aroma instantly wafted into her nose.
The first tier contained bright red abalone braised pork belly, glazed in a thick, rich soy sauce that looked crystal clear under the light.
The fatty meat trembled slightly, looking as if it would melt in the mouth.
The second tier was stir-fried asparagus and lily bulbs, emerald green and pearly white.
Alex Morgan touched the edge of the stew pot.
It was surprisingly still hot.
Beside it was a container of rice.
“…”
Ordinarily, the reason Alex Morgan chose boiled chicken breast and broccoli was because they were cheap, quick, and provided most of the necessary nutrients.
Alex Morgan didn’t do physique or bodybuilding, so her requirements for body fat percentage weren’t particularly strict.
After all, an excessively low body fat percentage would instead reduce various athletic abilities.
Thus, she felt no mental burden about eating this kind of food occasionally.
She picked up her chopsticks, lifted a piece of braised pork, and put it into her mouth.
The soft, savory, and sweet texture instantly exploded on her tongue.
The corners of Alex Morgan’s mouth curled up slightly as she began to feast without any hesitation.
After a few bites, she seemed to remember something.
She put down her chopsticks and pulled out the small notebook used for keeping records from her pocket.
She flipped to the page labeled “Hailey Morgan.”
The dense pencil handwriting on it was striking.
Exactly eight “just” characters, plus one horizontal and one vertical stroke, were neatly arranged, representing forty-two instances of “saving the beauty.”
The last stroke was recorded when she saved her in the alley last time.
Alex Morgan picked up her pencil and expressionlessly added another stroke to the “just” character that only had two strokes.
Forty-three times.
There weren’t many people who held grudges against Alex Morgan, and she basically retaliated on the spot whenever she did.
Thus, the vast majority of the tallies on this page represented favors she had recorded.
Although “saving the beauty” was purely Hailey Morgan’s somewhat twisted interest, most of Alex Morgan’s “rescue” actions carried absolutely no risk and weren’t enough to warrant so much reward.
On top of that, Hailey Morgan often had those supermarkets offer regular discounts just to get Alex Morgan to go outside, which saved her a lot of money.
No matter what Hailey Morgan’s purpose was, this had indeed helped Alex Morgan a lot—though she also had her own ways of making money, those involved some shady business, which was both dangerous and troublesome.
Emotionally speaking, a woman with abnormal brain wiring was indeed very troublesome, but it was a different story if she could issue [High-Value Quests].
Alex Morgan tapped the screen and sent a message:
[Alive. Not coming to school for now. Busy. Don’t worry.]
For her style, a text message exceeding ten characters just to give a status update was already exceptionally long.
After replying to the message, Alex Morgan continued to enjoy her sumptuous lunch.