In this cycle of simulations, Elvynna had failed to win Eirik's heart, but she wasn’t one to quit easily. Her studies had become an obsession, each day blending into the next as she poured herself into the pursuit of magic. Thanks to the wisdom she had accumulated from her previous lives, her progress in this cycle had been far from slow.

  Yes, the knowledge of past lives carried over into the next, and it made sense. The more simulations she lived through, the more Elvynna's real-world self accumulated insights and experiences. She had learned not to repeat the same mistakes from her first life, for if she did, the simulations would cease to reflect reality.

  Now, with all the wisdom she had gained, Elvynna had reached Practitioner Lv8.

  "The battle at the Starlight Range... maybe, just maybe, I’ll get a chance to join in," she thought, her eyes narrowing as her mind raced with plans.

  She suspected Pixie was on the brink of making a disastrous mistake—one that could see her entire family captured or worse, killed by the Emperor’s envoy. If that happened, Elvynna would finally have her chance to act.

  All she needed was the right moment—rescue Eirik in secret, and perhaps... just perhaps, she could win him back.

  In her quiet moments of cultivation, Elvynna had also come to a sobering realization: Pixie, despite her cleverness, lacked true talent.

  Though Pip was advancing under Eirik’s guidance, Elvynna wasn’t convinced the girl could ever reach the Savant level. There was a massive gap between them, one that Elvynna didn’t think could be bridged.

  "I lost the first battle, but I’ll outlive you. And when you’re gone, he’ll still be mine," Elvynna thought, a cold smile playing on her lips.

  What’s the point of acting so superior now? Pixie would never reach the Savant level—she’d only live a few hundred years at best.

  Elvynna herself, however, was no stranger to immortality. She hadn’t just been a Savant in her past life—she had reached the legendary third realm: Grandmaster.

  A few hundred years? That was nothing. For someone like her, time was her ally. She would outlast them all, and in the end, she would be the one by Eirik’s side the longest.

  If Eirik knew what she was thinking, he might have gasped in disbelief.

  Is this really happening? Competing for his affections based on who could live the longest?

  "Pixie, send me the map to the Starlight Range. If I can make it in time, I’ll help you," Elvynna wrote calmly in the world chat.

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  “...You want to help me?!” Pixie’s reply was one of shock. Since when had Elvynna been so generous?

  “Elvynna-senpai, even after everything, you’re still willing to help me?” Pixie blinked in disbelief. She knew the Emperor’s envoy was a serious threat, and if Elvynna was truly offering her assistance, it would be invaluable. But could she be trusted?

  “It’s nothing. So what if you stole my husband? It’s just made me realize that mastering magic is what truly matters now.”

  Elvynna spoke with a detached calm, her next course of action already clear in her mind.

  Pixie?

  In Elvynna’s eyes, she was little more than a future skeleton—a walking corpse, ticking down toward her inevitable end.

  It was like how a long-lived being views a mayfly—Why waste energy being angry at something so fleeting?

  Elvynna’s cold demeanor was a perfect match for how Pixie had always remembered her—aloof, indifferent, and laser-focused on magic and cultivation. Only in the most recent simulations had Eirik’s warmth begun to melt her icy exterior. In fact, there had even been lifetimes when Elvynna had searched tirelessly for a way to resurrect him.

  “Are you really not interested in stealing my husband anymore?” Pixie asked cautiously.

  Your husband?!

  He was mine from the start, you thief.

  Elvynna’s composure almost faltered, but she quickly regained it, her voice flat and emotionless. “Oh, I’ll steal him—if you die. Someone like Eirik is too talented to waste. Of course I’d take him for myself.”

  “That’s true. Even if it’s not about romance, who wouldn’t want to be with someone as talented as Eirik?” Pixie murmured, hesitating for a moment.

  She understood that Elvynna’s offer might have strings attached—Elvynna could be scheming to win Eirik’s gratitude by making a timely appearance.

  After all, acts of kindness during a crisis often leave a lasting impression.

  After a long pause, Pixie sighed and sent Elvynna the map to the Starlight Range.

  Let’s see what you can do. Our love is unshakable—there’s no way you can come between us.

  Truth be told, Pixie needed all the help she could get. Even though Elvynna was currently only a Practitioner Lv8, Pixie knew better than to underestimate her. Elvynna had reached the Grandmaster level in her past life. With her assistance, their chances of victory would increase significantly.

  “I can’t believe little Elvynna is being so generous. But even with her help, I don’t think the outcome looks good,” Selene muttered, shaking her head.

  Her words quickly earned a dozen likes—clearly, she wasn’t the only one who had doubts. The gap between a Savant and a Practitioner was just too vast. It was hard to see how Eirik’s group could manage a win.

  “We’ll win!” Pixie whispered fiercely, her fists clenched. But deep down, uncertainty gnawed at her.

  Both she and Eirik had to survive. If she died, she knew someone would come for him. And if Eirik died... what would be left for her in this simulation?

  “Heh, things are heating up! I love a good fight—this game just keeps getting better!”

  Some anonymous spectators made their gleeful comments.

  But no one realized that the one making these excited remarks was none other than the quiet and introverted Liora.

  At that very moment, Liora sat in a dark chamber beneath the city, her long black hair flowing like a waterfall, her eerie silhouette straight out of a nightmare.

  But if you looked closely, you’d see the delicate beauty hidden beneath the mess of hair. Liora wasn’t truly ghostly—just deeply eccentric.

  Her eyes gleamed with excitement as she watched the unfolding drama, a sharp contrast to the shy, reserved persona she projected in public.

  Yes, Liora was an enigma—outwardly timid, but inwardly a chaotic soul who thrived on conflict and disorder. In many ways, she was like a dark version of Harley Quinn, relishing the pandemonium around her.