"My dear, my precious Pip, my goal has always been to make you the strongest being in the universe."

  Eirik sighed, shaking his head. "But now, your progress in magic... it’s slower than even my support casters. What the hell’s going on?"

  A troubling thought suddenly struck him.

  "Could it be... Pixie’s holding back on her own magic training, giving more resources to her husband and son for the sake of her family?"

  With that suspicion in mind, Eirik summoned the estate’s bookkeeper to investigate.

  After a thorough check, he was left utterly speechless.

  As he suspected, Pixie had barely touched any Elemental Stones or magical resources for personal growth.

  Yet, the resources she had consumed were far from lacking—quite the opposite.

  It was a baffling contradiction, but the truth quickly became clear: she wasn’t investing those resources in magic. She was spending them on pure indulgence.

  New estates, exotic beasts, rare plants—anything expensive, she snatched it up.

  Her lifestyle could only be described as outlandish beyond belief.

  Not that Eirik cared about the wealth. To him, resources were just numbers, easily replaced.

  What truly frustrated him was the time she was wasting on these luxuries.

  "You’re a Savant-tier mage, not an immortal! Even Savants can die if they don’t keep progressing! How can you afford to waste your lifespan like this?"

  The other female players couldn’t help but sigh in exasperation at Pixie’s antics.

  A Savant-tier mage was a dream for every magic user.

  Most would train relentlessly, hoping to rise to the Grandmaster level. Yet Pixie? She spent her days basking in luxury.

  "At this rate, you’re going to bankrupt your poor husband!" someone joked.

  Pixie, oblivious to the gossip, returned to her room and checked her simulation interface—only to fume with rage.

  "This damn automated system’s out of control!" she snapped.

  "How dare it waste my precious lifespan like this? If I’m going to indulge, I want to do it myself!"

  To be clear, Pixie wasn’t against having fun. She just hated the thought of being controlled by anyone or anything.

  After all, she had reached Savant level. Why shouldn’t she enjoy her life?

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  Faced with all the criticism, Pixie boldly declared in the world chat:

  "Didn’t someone say that a lifespan only has meaning if it’s spent freely?"

  "Ridiculous," Elvynna muttered coldly.

  In her latest simulation, Elvynna had just broken through to the Savant level—without any help from Eirik. Pixie, despite reaching the same rank much earlier, hadn’t shown any meaningful progress.

  In fact, when it came to combat ability, Pixie was far behind Elvynna.

  Elvynna had dedicated herself entirely to mastering magic.

  At first, she had doubted her chances of success.

  But now, seeing Pixie squander her potential, Elvynna’s heart swelled with renewed hope.

  Savant-tier beings might live longer, but eventually, they would still perish.

  And when Elvynna reached the Grandmaster level, Pixie would be long gone.

  Then nothing would stand between her and Eirik.

  *【Your husband, Eirik, has offered you advice on improving your magical skills.】

  "Darling, in the blink of an eye, centuries have passed since we first met. It feels like just yesterday when I laid eyes on you for the first time. But even for magic users like us, time is fleeting. Even Savants will one day turn to dust. We must always strive for greater heights..."

  【Under the moonlight in the estate garden, Eirik shares his thoughts with you over a glass of wine.】

  Pixie nodded slowly, her heart stirred.

  He was right. Even a Savant couldn’t live forever. If she wanted their love to last, her magic couldn’t stagnate.

  Inspired by Eirik’s words, Pixie swore to work harder and put an end to her reckless lifestyle.

  Seeing his wife’s newfound determination, Eirik sighed with relief.

  "She’s finally come to her senses!" he thought joyfully.

  Though they had wasted centuries, it wasn’t too late for her to change.

  With Pixie at the Savant level, she was already farther than Eirik had gotten in any of his past simulations.

  If she could break through to Grandmaster, the rewards would surpass anything he had imagined.

  Satisfied with their renewed resolve, Eirik eagerly suggested they retreat into secluded training together—in every sense of the word.

  But as centuries passed once again, Eirik found himself utterly bewildered.

  Even after all this time, Pixie’s magic was still stuck at Savant Level 1.

  In the past, her slow progress had been understandable—she wasn’t even training. But now?

  They had spent every day together, training hard, with Eirik acting as a catalyst to accelerate her progress. Yet she hadn’t advanced one step.

  "Now I get it," Eirik thought bitterly.

  "This is why Pixie never bothered with magic in the simulation—because it doesn’t work!"

  But still, he couldn’t understand. Why was her magic development so stagnant?

  Could she really be the kind of protagonist cursed with terrible talent? Was there some ancient spirit leeching her soul, draining her elemental power?

  Of course, that was just a joke. With their abilities, they would have sensed something like that long ago.

  "It’s probably just her talent..." Eirik mused.

  Even back when she first ascended to the Savant rank, she had struggled greatly. She only succeeded because of the world rule bonus Eirik had provided.

  Now, despite being a Savant, her limited talent had become an impenetrable wall.

  "Ugh... Did I really marry someone destined for a trash-tier growth arc?" Eirik groaned inwardly.

  Pixie, however, was even more frustrated than her husband.

  "It’s bad enough I couldn’t progress before... but now I’m training nonstop, and I still can’t level up?! What kind of cosmic joke is this?"

  Meanwhile, the world chat was abuzz with laughter.

  Pixie had dominated early on, ever since she landed Eirik, the invincible gold card. She had been winning non-stop, basking in the envy and admiration of others.

  Now, however, the tide had turned, and people were eagerly waiting to see her fall from grace.

  "I knew it—Pixie doesn’t deserve Eirik," someone said gleefully.

  "In the beginning, the difference in their power levels wasn’t obvious. But now? She’s a deadweight dragging him down!"

  "Eirik should have been mine!"

  "Restart the game already! Stop wasting our time—I can’t wait to be with Eirik myself!"

  "Even with Eirik boosting her, Pixie hasn’t made any progress. No matter how powerful that gold card is, it can’t carry someone like her!"