Chapter 8: Human XP is freedom.

Staring at the mark stark on her hand back, Aaliyah first stunned.

Then quick felt body magic.

Numb.

This thing she knew.

Many lines: bullied yet defeated by chosen, even proud strength surpassed by Phyllis—defense broken.

Aaliyah chose shortcut—

Join cult, willingly take evil god flesh “seed” for power.

Mind polluted in taking.

Finally fell to indescribable tentacles.

Forever evil god nursery in another world.

Why she knew this plot clear…

Fck, that tentacle girl CG—she drew last life!

Request: kinky, mad, sexy…

Asked writers, designers—what god likes this defeat XP?

But damn bald old man just hehe:

“XP is free.”

Free your mom!

Why in hundreds lines never chose this—

Tentacle play—back chills just think.

Absolutely not, not once.

But this line’s Aaliyah—before even seeing Phyllis—pursued unmatched power??

Sis, you truly invincible.

“Though academy magic stone can’t detect ‘Him’ traces, you must careful, no alert…”

Sat back, Rhode lowered voice continued.

But opposite Aaliyah heard zero.

No wonder unhypnosis—felt endless body magic…

Here waiting.

Unclear seed effects.

But evil god cult creation—sure no sunshine.

Issue more…

“Highness these days avoid those villages, danger possible…”

Right fist slight.

Aaliyah watched babbling Rhode.

Imperceptible sigh.

This guy black this line.

Past experience: swing roles black—story chaos inevitable.

Her plot control harder.

Cultists unrest lately…

Just kill me—this game playable?!

Inward wail.

Aaliyah firmed prior belief—

Escape!

Fish net break, tomorrow go!

Seed—her loops magic experience find fix.

This chaos—one slip true game over…

“So, understood?”

Rhode sudden loud pulled thoughts.

Clearly, unspeakable topics done.

“Mm mm, of course, Mr. Rhode rest assured.”

Wooden nods.

Aaliyah no idea agreeing what.

“I all understand.”

Understand sht.

Tomorrow bolt, no second here.

Understand or not—what her business?

“Also, heard your new roommate… uh, commoner?”

Rhode thought moment continue.

Word choice clear: “Need I use means…”

“No, no need.”

Aaliyah iron cut: “This I handle, no trouble Mr. Rhode.”

She wanted means.

But if found instigator her… fine, die uglier.

Rhode stunned firm refuse.

Eager smile stiff instant.

Mouth open seem say.

But Aaliyah serious stopped.

Finally slight nod.

“My overstep.”

“Then, if no else, I take leave.”

Clear awkward air.

Info near enough.

Aaliyah stood leave.

Rhode dare no.

Quick stand see off.

Watched princess go.

…

…

“Humming alone all day no sad~”

Humming past life unknown tune.

Under moon silver.

Aaliyah light push apartment door.

Tossed paper bag aside.

Big step.

Pounced soft sofa.

Curled small silver dumpling.

Whew—home comfy…

Left Rhode office, no rush back.

Strolled campus long.

Bought escape needs.

Feasted restaurant.

Then home idea—

Tomorrow escape starts.

Some timely pleasure room.

Next nice bath, big sleep!

But… Phyllis where?

Eye around.

Living lit—no absent look.

But home big noise no check…

Doubting, sudden slight shake around.

Then faint magic breath hit.

Training room?

Princess luxury student apartment—all facilities.

Dedicated training no exception.

But bounded anti-leak.

Now this noise what?!

Left eyelid twitch.

Bad premonition.

Aaliyah reluctant rise to training.

Peek: Phyllis sword stance.

Boiling blood magic dyed sword red.

Half step forward, spin, slash, thrust.

Sandbag no breath.

Room dust stones fly.

Moves fierce ruthless.

Not training—

More venting?

Last strike stunning.

Irritation anger all magic.

Split poor bag top bottom.

Sand filler crackle burn air clean.

Strike done.

Phyllis stood long.

Seemed sense door.

Eye lift met Aaliyah…

Jade clear cold battle intent.

Aaliyah chills spine.

She seemed understand why this line Aaliyah chose that—

Phyllis… bit too scary…