Xifeng shook her head, forcing herself to drive those pessimistic thoughts from her mind, thinking it was probably just physical discomfort caused by the hangover. Maybe she'd feel better after sleeping it off.
Comforting herself thus, she browsed through other system data just to pass ti.
"[Affection]:
Affection Level: 79
Xifeng now views Bei Yaoyue as soone above a friend."
Not only hadn't it decreased, but it had actually increased?
Xifeng was sowhat speechless. Was this Lillian's tsundere nature rooted deep in her consciousness acting up?
Thinking it over, she felt this was the only possibility.
While conscious thoughts could be forcibly resisted through willpower, this kind of subconscious influence was beyond anyone's control.
"What sin did I commit..." Xifeng wanted to cry but had no tears. She really wanted to pin Lillian down and ravage her thoroughly, listening to her moan and beg for rcy beneath her...
Although there were so elents of getting what she deserved, undoubtedly Lillian was the real culprit behind all this. After all, it was Lillian who had forcibly misinterpreted the aning of her wish and executed it incorrectly.
If Xifeng could have a chance to return to that mont, she would rather give up this wish than make such a suicidal request again.
At this mont, she rembered that she hadn't used the gacha ticket she'd obtained after Bei Yaoyue forcibly completed the task today.
But speaking of which, Xifeng had been so angry she was shaking at the ti and hadn't paid attention to details. Now thinking back, she couldn't help but wonder why Bei Yaoyue had been able to complete the task so perfectly right on ti.
Could Bei Yaoyue have seen the task in the system?
No, impossible.
Xifeng quickly dismissed this guess in her mind. Not to ntion that she was quite confident in the difficulty of her lock screen password—she was certain no one would try using such a disgusting password to unlock the screen. Even if, hypothetically, Bei Yaoyue had really discovered this system, how could she possibly voluntarily give up the chance to control the system and honestly return the phone to her?
It seed it could only be a coincidence.
She didn't think about it further and switched to the gacha interface, using that legendary gacha ticket.
"[Fragnt of Gungnir]
Grade: Legendary
Description: A fragnt of Gungnir, the eternal spear weapon of Odin, the Chief God in Norse mythology, containing part of the eternal spear's divine power.
Effect: Holding the Fragnt of Gungnir and making an oath will make that oath unbreakable for all eternity. Those who forcibly violate it will suffer eternal tornt. Remaining uses: 2."
The Eternal Spear, also called Gungnir—Xifeng had heard of it. When Odin threw this spear, it would emit extrely dazzling light, like a teor streaking across the sky. This gave rise to the legend that wishes made to the Eternal Spear would co true and oaths made to it could not be broken.
The fragnt Xifeng had drawn contained the divine power of "oath," not "wish," which made her feel sowhat regretful. If she had drawn a fragnt containing the power of "wish," maybe she could have changed back to her forr self.
But thinking about it, she knew this was impossible. She had signed a contract with Lillian, paying the price of selling her soul to gain one chance at a wish. How could the auxiliary system created by Lillian under this wish possibly have the sa ability to grant a wish?
Suddenly, an even more intense headache struck, making Xifeng unable to suppress a painful moan as her consciousness instantly beca even more scattered.
Forcing herself to endure was truly torture. Xifeng forced herself to empty her thoughts and try to fall asleep.
But she had slept from noon until this ti, with no sleepiness left, and suffering from multiple tornts—how could she possibly fall asleep peacefully again?
The night was still long. This night was destined to be sleepless.
anwhile, elsewhere.
Bei Yaoyue sat cross-legged in front of her computer, her right hand holding a pen dancing on the graphics tablet resting on her knee, like a great calligrapher writing with flourishing strokes on rice paper.
But perhaps because she wasn't in the right state, her hand slipped, and the pen in her hand traced a twisted trajectory. A crooked black line appeared on the preview image on screen.
Breathing out dejectedly, Bei Yaoyue leaned forward and pressed Ctrl Z on the keyboard. The chanical keyboard's switches made pleasant crisp sounds as she pressed them.
Clearly she was just doing the sa as usual—staying alone in her room drawing illustrations—but she always felt sothing was missing from her heart, with an indescribable sense of loss.
If there was any difference from usual, it was that there was one less person she cared about in the guest bedroom next door.
Bei Yaoyue stared blankly at the draft on screen, hesitated for a mont, then switched to QQ, opened her chat window with Xifeng, and typed "Are you asleep?" in the input box.
With her middle finger on Enter, Bei Yaoyue almost pressed it several tis but pulled back each ti. Finally, gritting her teeth, she held down backspace to delete it all.
Perhaps there was also so petulant feeling involved—she didn't want to contact Xifeng first, as it would seem like she had lost sothing.
But she couldn't erase that white figure from her mind no matter what, which made her feel extrely awkward.
After thinking for a mont, she opened Chro browser and clicked on Xifeng's livestream from her bookmarks.
She rembered that 9 PM to 11 PM was Xifeng's streaming ti. If she couldn't see her in person, secretly listening to her voice would be nice too.
But to her disappointnt, Xifeng's stream wasn't live. Only so loyal fans were sending barrage comnts like "Why is she skipping again?"
She opened Xifeng's profile page and was surprised to find that Xifeng's follower count had reached four digits. For a new strear who had just started about a week ago, this was quite an outstanding achievent. She had been posting art on Bilibili for nearly three years and only had just over a million followers.
Switching back to QQ, she clicked on the only group her main account had joined—"Xiyue Teaches You About Modern Four Great Heavy tal Industries."
This was Xifeng's fan group. There weren't many people yet, just over a hundred, but it happened to be during the ti slot when Xifeng had skipped her stream, so quite a few people in the group were having heated discussions.
Xifeng had once suggested giving her an admin role, saying she was at least the top donor, but Bei Yaoyue had refused. She had always been uninterested in such things. She was too lazy to manage and didn't like chatting in groups. Even her own fan groups she always left to run themselves—less trouble.
Opening a can of cola, Bei Yaoyue watched the group mbers' conversations.
Group's Top DD: Does anyone know where Xiyue's strear lives? I'm going to bomb her house.
[Your Group's Heavy Weapons]Human is Possible, At Least Should Try: Bro, calm down. If you bomb Xiyue to death, who will you follow? The air?
I Will Always Love Little Shigure: This skipping without even posting an announcent beforehand isn't very good, right?
Ogura Yui Is the World's Ruler: Indeed, suggest we stew her.
[Best Big Brother]Black Blowing Snow: Everyone has things going on at ho. Let's show so understanding.
[Rich Lady]Nanamo Ul Namo: Actually skipping on again without warning. I'm so angry. Tomorrow when she streams, I'll definitely donate 100,000 gold seeds to punish her.
Shenzhou Tablet: This can be called punishnt? Please punish multiple tis, rich lady.
Cun Jin - Skull Opening: So this is what a top donor is like. I'm in love.
Slamming the half-finished cola onto the table, Bei Yaoyue frowned and switched back to Xifeng's stream, only to discover that the top donor was no longer her, but soone nad Nanamo Ul Namo.
"Competing with in spending money?" Feeling like her dignity had been challenged, Bei Yaoyue's lips curved into a cold smile.
Xifeng's top donor position could only be hers. She would never allow anyone else to occupy this position.
When it ca to having money, she really wasn't afraid of anyone.
"Moon Has Dark Clouds Flowers Have Wind donated 50,000,000 gold seeds to the strear."
Scan code, pay, donate—all in one smooth motion. A true hero among money throwers.
Fifty thousand RMB wasn't exactly a large amount for Bei Yaoyue, but it actually wasn't a negligible small amount either.
After all, all the money she used now was earned bit by bit with her own hands. While the Bei Yao family's assets were an astronomical figure, she had never touched a cent of it.
Fortunately, Bei Yaoyue had quite a reputation in the artist community, with many gas commissioning her to draw character illustrations. The price for a comrcial illustration wasn't as simple as three to five thousand.
For so 2D mobile gas that made money from skins, drawing one skin illustration could net her a six-figure share.
Bei Yaoyue had even heard that for a mobile ga called Honor of Kings, artists could get an eight-figure share for one skin illustration. She hoped to reach that level soday.
Soon, soone in the group noticed this.
[Your Group's Heavy Weapons]Human is Possible, At Least Should Try: @Nanamo Ul Namo Sister Nanamo, your top donor position got stolen.
[Rich Lady]Nanamo Ul Namo: What? Let check.
Seeing this ssage, Bei Yaoyue snorted coldly and directly closed the chat window. Whatever they talked about afterward had nothing to do with her.
Picking up her graphics tablet, thinking about the several illustrations approaching their deadlines, Bei Yaoyue felt sowhat headachy.
Since eting Xifeng, many originally unnecessary activities had been added to her daily life, resulting in much less ti available for work than before.
Should she go check on Xifeng?
Tapping her chin with the pen, Bei Yaoyue was indecisive.
"...Forget it, let's focus on rushing these illustrations tonight."
(End of Volu 2)
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