Chapter 62: Chapter 59: Aren’t You Worried Others Will Find Out About Us?
Location: Fantasy Association Office
Chloe saw Senior Sister Fufu sipping coffee.
"Huh? Sister Fufu, don’t you have class today?"
Fufu bit the straw and said with a smile:
"The vice president is treating us, how could I miss a freebie?"
Miseria, who was serving coffee to everyone, rolled her eyes.
Recalling the news she heard during the late-night phone call, she looked at Chloe with a subtle expression.
Not that she denied Lilith was indeed excellent, and a beauty coveted by many.
But Miseria really couldn’t imagine her in a romantic relationship with someone.
Of course, it might also be that after working with Lilith for so many years, she still couldn’t see through that lazy woman?
Actually, come to think of it, she was already quite surprised that the lazy lady was willing to let Chloe join the association at that time.
One could say, if it weren’t for the lazy president’s push, taking the normal path, a second-year shouldn’t have joined the association at all.
This person is truly charming enough to captivate even Lilith.
"Want a sip?"
Fufu passed the bitten straw over with a grin.
"Sure."
Chloe said, unfazed.
"You really want to drink it!"
Fufu swiftly took back the coffee.
A burst of good-natured laughter erupted in the association.
Chloe shrugged and winked at her.
Senior Sister Fufu, you’re too young to tease a junior like me.
"By the way, where’s President Lilith?"
Miseria’s ears perked up like a little rabbit’s, and she said cautiously:
"Why are you looking for her?"
"She asked me to find her, maybe to help her check her health?"
The next moment, Miseria darted in front of him, staring intently at Chloe:
"What do you mean by that?"
She certainly didn’t think Chloe was joking about such a matter.
After all, this person is the top of the Healing Class.
With the lazy family’s financial power, how could there possibly be a need for him?
Miseria was smart, unlike Rephya, who had just entered university.
She had long since passed her growth stage and could discern the subtleties of situations.
Needing to specifically ask Chloe indicated that it wasn’t just Chloe who was called, but everyone possible was summoned as well.
"Didn’t she tell you?"
Chloe was a little surprised.
He previously thought, given Lilith and Miseria’s relationship, that as close friends, they would have at least mentioned this matter.
But now it seemed, the Beauty President was tighter-lipped than he thought.
He shook his head and said, "Since she doesn’t want to talk about it, as a healer, it’s not my place to disclose her condition. If you truly want to know, you’ll have to ask her yourself."
He didn’t explain what exactly happened.
But not saying directly was also an answer in itself.
Miseria caught on.
The lazy lady must indeed be in serious trouble over there.
Her voice trembled slightly as she asked:
"How much longer can she hold on?"
"It’s already resolved, you know."
"But didn’t you say..."
"I solved it, didn’t see that coming, did you?" Chloe said with a smile, "Maybe she’s asking me over to thank me."
Miseria paused, then was taken aback.
What do you mean by "I solved it"?
The issue that those the lazy lady invited couldn’t solve, you could? Are you kidding?
But seeing his "praise me" expression, it seemed he wasn’t lying.
After hesitating for a moment, she said: "So, what you said on the phone yesterday..."
"Is there a problem?" Chloe said, somewhat surprised, "I originally thought she’d rest for a few more days."
Whew!
No wonder.
She had wondered why that woman would suddenly take a fancy to another man.
Turns out they were just in a doctor-patient relationship.
Anyhow, it’s good that she’s still alive.
Recalling this, she said: "Lilith is now in the data room at the end of the association, should I take you there?"
"I’ll take him."
Senior Sister Fufu, having finished her coffee, pulled Chloe’s hand and started walking out.
Miseria looked left and right.
Fufu’s smile was calm, as usual.
But the way she held the junior’s wrist felt somewhat off.
Is this the normal level of closeness between a senior and a junior?
...
Elsewhere.
In the exhibition hall corridor.
Fufu held his hand, brimming with smiles.
"Sister Fufu, aren’t you worried others will find out about our relationship?"
"Haha, that’s not important. Do you want to have lunch with me later? And after lunch, do you want to..."
She tiptoed and whispered in his ear: "Eat me too?"
Chloe was tempted.
But after a moment of silence, he said: "I have something to discuss with President Lilith, can Sister Fufu wait for me?"
Senior Sister Fufu was genuinely clingy, and he was willing to go along with it.
But he had something more important to confirm right now.
Sister Fufu’s lips instantly pouted: "Why?"
"Hmm?"
"Why is President Lilith prioritized over me?" she said, with a really pitiful look, "I used my hands quite well, you know."
"Pfft."
Chloe initially thought she was angry.
But once she said that, he realized she was teasing him again.
He said righteously:
"Actually, I really need to check her health situation. Technically speaking, she should rest for a while longer."
"I guessed it!" Fufu couldn’t hold it in, her lips curling up: "Actually, inviting you to lunch was a trick, Miseria and I already made plans."
Just then, Miseria, holding some documents, walked out: ???
A moment later, she said:
"My mom’s calling me home for dinner."
Fufu looked like the sky had fallen:
"Miseria, you have no sense! I spent half an hour on the phone with you last night! I’m going to the association to badmouth you!"
Fufu went "boo-hoo" looking all teary-eyed.
Miseria was a bit flustered.
After learning that Lilith was safe last night, she was so excited that she couldn’t reach the big lazybones, so she went to pull a few good friends from the Association to chat on the phone.
If Lilith found out about this, she wouldn’t even know how to roast her!
"Wait, Fufu, I misspoke, it’s tomorrow, going home for dinner tomorrow, today I treat."
"You guys, so noisy!"
A voice bursting with anger came through.
In the void, weapons such as knives, spears, and clubs formed, instantly embedding into the surrounding walls.
The two laughed and ran off.
Chloe glanced at the wall filled with weapons, and said with an unchanged expression:
"Senior, you’re damaging public property."
"Hmph."
Lilith snapped her fingers, and the weapons on the wall disappeared like a dream or an illusion.
Upon closer inspection, the wall wasn’t even slightly damaged.
He was astonished and exclaimed, "Such exquisite illusion techniques, is this the Spiritual Magic of a Fantasist?"
Lilith’s ears twitched, her lips curled up, but she quickly suppressed it and said:
"Not exactly illusion techniques, if I wanted, these could become reality."
That’s the wonder of the Fantasy Path.
The world was her stage, and how to perform was up to her.
"Turning them into reality would mean compensation."
"Compensation is no price."
"Tsk, is being rich so impressive?"
"I have more than just money." She hummed lightly, straightening her chest, "I have a lot of things."
Chloe glanced over.
After a moment, he said helplessly, "You’re right."
How strange.
This person had suffered such huge damage to her Extraordinary Origin, yet she could easily use such a means?
It’s as if she wasn’t the one injured.
Wait a minute.
What the heck, what’s up with this woman?
Why did she climb back to Sequence Six again?
Chloe nearly ground his teeth to pieces.
When he finished healing this woman, she was weak enough to fall out of Sequence Nine.
Yet after one night’s sleep, she’d replenished her depleted origin.
Where did you come from, Batman? Is your talent just Money Power?
How much money does it take to do something like this?
Lilith rubbed her temple and glanced at Chloe, a longing arose in her heart, but she quickly suppressed it.
She said, "Come in first, there’s something I need to ask you."
"Coincidentally, I have something to ask you too."
Click.
Chloe looked dumbfounded as Lilith locked the archives room door irritably.
No.
Girl, what are you doing?
This can easily lead to misunderstandings.
"What do you want to ask?"
"Your father gave me a promise, I want to ask, if I wanted your father to help me kill someone, which Sequence can he reach?"
Lilith paused.
After a moment, she said, "You want to kill an angel?"
"Hard to say, might not need to be that high, maybe a demigod would be enough."
"Demigod? That’s easily done, right?"
"That’ll do."
"Who do you want to kill?"
"I’m just asking for now."
But Lilith was speechless, using her old man’s promise for killing a demigod?
Mere Sequence Four?
Why not wish to woo me instead?
The archives room was filled with numerous files.
He went over to take a look, and some were rejected drafts of the Fantasy Show.
But some were quite special and caught his attention:
"Fantasy Night? What’s this?"
In Simulated Hero, the paths for non-main characters weren’t described much.
More as supplements to the world view.
The Fantasy Path happened to be part of the less revealed ones.
Even in the simulation, the Fantasy Association was hardly active, not living up to the standard of a large Association.
Now it seems, perhaps it has something to do with Lilith too.
"Fantasy Night is an advanced version of the Fantasy Show, haven’t you wondered why the Fantasy Association brings in so many members from non-Fantasy paths?"
"Because of the Actors?"
Those with spiritual aptitudes can become actors in the Fantasy Show.
He had long known this.
The Beauty President nodded and said:
"In ancient times when the Fantasy Path hadn’t appeared yet, the Spirit Mages were notoriously infamous, you know that."
"I know, housewife slayers, right?"
Lilith glared at him angrily:
"Is that the kind of knowledge you love memorizing?"
"Desire is the ladder of human progress."
But she wasn’t really angry, facing him, she couldn’t get mad, instead she explained:
"The Fantasy Path includes a series of spiritual energy professions, including Spirit Mages.
And the power of spiritual energy comes from the power of the mind. Exploring spiritual energy will inevitably test the heart. If not restricted, facing the heart directly is like facing the Abyss."
The Beauty President sat on the desk.
A white dress, black skirt edge, and further down the belt decorations on her calves.
Her feet swayed somewhat enticingly.
To say Chloe wasn’t attracted is pretty unlikely.
But he restrained himself and reminded:
"President, your skirt, your boots."
He thought that saying it like this, Lilith would understand.
But she acted as if she hadn’t heard, resting her chin in her hand and said:
"The deeper the night in the Fantasy Path, the stronger the strength, dreaming and subconscious are our specialities, at night, we can weave a Fantasy Web better and unleash spiritual power.
The Fantasy Night comes from this."
She snapped her fingers, and a vivid blue magic glow spread throughout the archives room.
The scene around them shifted like wind and clouds, as if in an instant Chloe was transported to another world.
"We change reality with imagination, enhance rituals with legends."
"Dreams are our material, and we also give wings to the Actors."
"Fantasy Show is just one way to improve the Actor’s qualifications. Fantasy Night is what we use to fight, for example..."