Chapter 1

The mid-term assessment for the monster extermination mission was coming to an end. After a busy day in the Student Council President’s office, Vanessa walked back to her empty dormitory along the deserted streets.

 

Today, she had spent the entire day as Mirexia’s assistant in the Student Council.

 

Although the difficulty level wasn’t high, she couldn’t help but feel that she had been completely immersed in the “work atmosphere” from head to toe.

 

After having afternoon tea and dinner in the Student Council, she bid farewell to Mirexia and returned to her dorm.

 

She wasn’t sure if it was just her imagination, but she felt that Mirexia’s work state had been a bit off since this afternoon.

 

She seemed absent-minded and preoccupied, and when she looked up at Vanessa, she would unconsciously avoid her gaze.

 

This was really strange.

 

Vanessa had never seen Mirexia react like this before. It was completely beyond her understanding.

 

She didn’t know what was wrong with Mirexia. Maybe it was that time of the month? But she didn’t feel comfortable asking.

 

Returning to the dorm, she felt as if she had just gotten off work. She let out a sigh of relief, heated some water with a warm stone, poured herself a cup of tea, and sat gracefully on the sofa.

 

Vanessa’s posture was always so proper. If it were Winnie, he would have already sprawled out on the sofa like a lifeless lump by now.

 

After finishing her tea and taking a short rest, Vanessa rummaged through her room for her colorful skincare products and bath essentials.

 

She hadn’t had a proper bath in days, and it was starting to take a toll on her.

 

She removed her [Armor Fortress], tied up her cherry-colored hair, wrapped herself in a towel, and headed to the bathroom.

 

The towel barely contained her ample bosom, and the sight was enough to make anyone’s blood boil.

 

The Goddess’s blood had nourished this body too well. Even though Winnie had grown up malnourished, with irregular sleep, excessive drinking, and a lack of exercise, the Goddess’s blood had transformed this body into one with skin as smooth as jade, as white as snow, with a curvaceous figure and a face as beautiful as a cherry blossom, with eyes full of emotion.

 

It had to be said that the genes of the Varelis family were truly powerful.

 

After her bath, the pink-skinned girl stepped out of the bathroom in slippers, her wet hair wrapped in a towel, and returned to her room, locking the door behind her.

 

Vanessa planned to go straight to bed and sleep until the next morning, when she would turn back into Winnie at noon.

 

As she put down her skincare products, she accidentally caught sight of a card box in the corner.

 

It was the card pack that Fred had given her last time as an apology. Of course, Vanessa knew that these card packs probably didn’t contain anything good.

 

In fact, it was precisely because Fred was sure there were no valuable cards inside that he was willing to give them to her.

 

Why was she so sure? Well, that’s just how it was among card game enthusiasts. You fear your friends might have such bad luck that they quit the game, but you also fear they might get too lucky and pull cards that make you jealous.

 

With Fred’s wealth, he bought card packs by the box. He knew exactly which boxes had potential and which were hopeless.

 

He must have opened nearly 90% of this box without finding any good cards, so he decided to give up on the remaining packs and gave them to her.

 

After buying card boxes for so many years, he had learned that if you opened 90% of a box without finding anything good, it was basically a lost cause.

 

The remaining cards were just a waste of effort, so it was better to leave them unopened, either as a keepsake or to give to a friend, and then mock their luck. Wasn’t that better?

 

Vanessa didn’t mind. Pulling a high-rarity card wouldn’t make her too happy, and pulling a bunch of common cards was to be expected, since these were just the leftovers.

 

Since it was still early and she had nothing better to do, she decided to try her luck.

 

So Vanessa gracefully got up, walked over to the card box, and brought it to her bed.

 

She tied up her hair and sat on the edge of the bed, her fair and smooth legs swaying. She took out a pack from the box, her glossy nails gently scratching open the seam of the pack.

 

She took out the cards one by one, and her eyes fell on the first card. The light from the crystal lamp in the room reflected off the card, revealing a color she had never seen before.

 

Gold??

 

Vanessa was slightly surprised. She double-checked and confirmed that it was indeed a gold card.

 

She hadn’t expected her luck to be this good. A great start, she had pulled a gold card on her first try, something she had never achieved before.

 

This was a card from the Church of Radiance faction, depicting a historically famous nun named Caliste. She had long green hair, wore a nun’s habit, and her gaze towards the Goddess statue was full of devotion.

 

Vanessa glanced at it and then put the card away.

 

The rest of the cards in the pack were nothing special, mostly white and blue, with one purple card that wasn’t particularly valuable.

 

Not to mention gold, even purple was a color she had never seen in a card pack before.

 

Her luck with the first pack was pretty good, but she figured her luck was probably used up by now.

 

With that thought, Vanessa opened another pack.

 

Another gold??

 

Vanessa’s eyes widened in surprise. This time, she had pulled a gold card of a champion knight from the Church of Radiance. The knight was over two meters tall, clad in full heavy armor, looking like a heavy tank. An enemy of this stature on the battlefield would surely be intimidating.

 

This was strange. Why was her luck so good today??

 

These were the leftover packs that Fred had given her, which were supposed to have no good cards left. Could it be that he had deliberately left some good cards for her?

 

Highly unlikely.

 

Vanessa pondered. If it wasn’t that her luck was exceptionally good today, then it must be that Fred’s luck was exceptionally bad.

 

He must have been just on the verge of pulling a good card but gave up, and then gave these packs containing high-rarity cards to someone else.

 

It was like giving up just before hitting water while digging a well, and doing so every time, just a little more persistence away from success.

 

She continued opening the packs, and to her astonishment, every pack she opened contained at least one purple card, and almost every pack had a gold card.

 

This was too much??

 

Vanessa was momentarily speechless.

 

Had her luck changed? She didn’t even know she had such good luck.

 

Her eyes fell on the last pack. She opened it, and this time, it wasn’t as impressive. The pack contained only common cards, all white, not even a single blue.

 

This was more like it.

 

Vanessa breathed a sigh of relief. She had used up so much luck earlier that she was starting to worry if something unlucky would happen to her in the future.

 

But as her fingers reached the last card in the pack, a dazzling array of colors filled her vision.

 

Vanessa was stunned.

 

A rainbow card, Ultra rarity card??

 

And it was the new rainbow card from this set—Elusa, the Radiant Saintness.

 

Vanessa looked at the card, which depicted a pure and holy girl who looked strikingly similar to herself, praying devoutly. She was filled with astonishment.

 

Was this really something she was supposed to pull??

 

So, what was going on today?? Was Fred playing a prank on her? Had he given her fake card packs that he had forged himself, just to mess with her??

 

No, aside from the fact that Fred wasn’t that bored, these cards were clearly genuine, with anti-counterfeit marks that couldn’t be faked.

 

She laid out the opened cards beside her and stared at her hands, her emotions complex.

 

Should she be happy?

 

But was this really not just her luck being drained?

 

How had her luck suddenly changed so drastically? She remembered spending an entire afternoon at the card shop without pulling anything good.

 

Or was it that luck, this mysterious thing, worked differently? Did the female form have much stronger luck than the male form??

 

But then again, this was a magical world, so it made sense that something like luck existed.

 

In fact, it was precisely because of luck that the main characters were the main characters, while no matter how hard others tried, they could only be supporting characters, and those with even lower luck were destined to be extras or even cannon fodder.

 

So, had she just used up all her luck, or was the female form’s luck much stronger than the male form’s?

 

Perhaps it was a bit of both.

 

After awakening the Goddess’s bloodline, her luck was much better than Winnie’s, who had been slandered, given up on himself, acted outrageously, and ultimately turned evil, only to have his childhood sweetheart stolen by the female lead and beheaded. It made sense that she had survived until now.

 

But how much better her luck was compared to the original timeline’s Winnie, she didn’t know. After all, she wasn’t the main character.

 

After putting away the cards she had pulled, Vanessa placed a blanket on the bed and went to sleep.

 

The next morning, she woke up and didn’t go out for breakfast. She waited until noon, when she turned back into Winnie, before leaving the dorm.

 

After having breakfast in the cafeteria, he couldn’t wait to return to the dorm and count his precious cards.

 

Fourteen purple cards, Seven gold cards and one rainbow card.

 

Hehehe, he had really hit the jackpot this time.

 

Winnie even considered whether he should call Vanessa out to pull cards for him in the future.

 

Good steel should be used on the blade. Whether this was a coincidence or not, having Vanessa pull the cards next time wouldn’t be a loss. He just didn’t know if it would drain all his luck.

 

Hmph, when Fred and the other guys returned, he would definitely show off his cards to his card game buddies and make them green with envy.

 

Time flew by, and a few days later, the monster extermination mission officially ended, and the students began returning to the academy.

 

“So, you’re saying there’s something suspicious about the [Bronze Blood] poisoning me?” Mirexia pondered in the Student Council President’s office.

 

“Yes, I think it might be an inside job,” Winnie said thoughtfully.

 

“Although I don’t have any evidence, I think there must have been some internal help,” Winnie thought for a moment and then voiced his suspicion.

 

“That day, I happened to see a Student Council member named Zoe bringing tea into the President’s office, and she looked nervous and distracted.”

 

Winnie had carefully considered his words before speaking, as he had no evidence. The alchemical poison that even an enchanted teacup couldn’t detect wouldn’t leave any traces.

 

Ultimately, humanity’s understanding of alchemy was still too shallow. The Demon Pillar of Alchemy, Erunes, could easily come up with something new that humans couldn’t comprehend.

 

Everything required evidence, and without proof, such accusations couldn’t be made lightly.

 

Winnie only brought it up because he felt his current relationship with Mirexia was good enough.

 

Otherwise, since different Student Council members took turns bringing tea to the President’s office every day, wouldn’t that make everyone a suspect?

 

“Is that so?” Mirexia frowned slightly.

 

She certainly believed Winnie’s words. Now that she thought about it, the way she had been poisoned was indeed suspicious.

 

She had fallen into the [Bronze Blood]’s trap without even realizing it. Even the Demon Pillar of Alchemy, Erunes, couldn’t have poisoned her through the air, could it?

 

The restrictions on the Demon Pillars in the Terraria continent prevented them from freely using their powers. They could only exert their influence indirectly through their followers.

 

“But it’s been so long since the incident. Even if we could test for it, the active ingredients would have already evaporated. And with so many teacups in the Student Council, we don’t even know which one it was,” Mirexia also had her concerns.

 

“It’s fine. If it happened once, it will happen again. As long as she hasn’t been caught, she will definitely try her luck again,” Winnie said, looking at the slightly rippling tea in his cup.

 

“There will be plenty of opportunities to catch her red-handed, but not now. We should also tell the academy not to alert her.”

 

“Alright, I understand,” Mirexia agreed with Winnie’s approach.

 

“Knock knock knock.” The door to the Student Council President’s office was gently tapped three times.

 

“Come in,” Mirexia said.

 

“Excuse me, Mirexia~ The settlement report for the monster extermination mission is ready. Only a few second-year and first-year students were slightly injured due to carelessness, but they were promptly treated by the church nuns and are fine now,” a silver-haired fairy entered the room, walking lightly and placing a stack of reports in front of Mirexia.

 

“The only student who was seriously injured is right here,” Aesphyra glanced in Winnie’s direction, her meaning clear, and she gave him a playful smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

 

Tsk, this pint-sized troublemaker never missed a chance to mock him. Clearly, he shouldn’t have been so lenient with this mischievous woman. Someone like her deserved to be taught a lesson.

 

Winnie pouted.

 

“Thank you for your hard work, Aesphyra,” Mirexia began flipping through the stack of reports on the table.

 

“It’s my job, after all. I’m just glad I could help you, Mirexia,” Aesphyra said with a smile.

 

“By the way, Mirexia, you’ve been spending a lot of time with Winnie lately. What interesting things have you been talking about?” Aesphyra asked in a joking tone.

 

Winnie glanced at Aesphyra and suddenly understood why she had chosen this time to deliver the reports.

 

But her work ability was still as terrifyingly strong as ever.

 

Winnie looked at the staggering number of reports on Mirexia’s desk. Although Aesphyra wasn’t solely responsible for all of them, organizing them was still a headache-inducing task.