Miseria froze in place.
She suddenly recalled a few years ago, the first time she saw the Fantasy Show, she had asked the president:
"Inducing others' spiritual power to externalize and become actors, isn't there a restriction on the Fantasy Path?"
At that time, the president had also said while biting on the coffee straw:
"How could there be? The process of inducing others to become actors is essentially a process by which fantasists interfere with others using their own spiritual energy."
"But even an audience member at Sequence Nine has already imprinted their spiritual energy with their soul characteristics?"
"Yes, so when encountering someone with incompatible souls, they might indeed repel each other."
"What's the probability?"
"About one in ten thousand?"
"Out of twenty thousand ordinary people, only one might be able to induce spiritual power. If you want to actively wield spiritual energy, even among two hundred thousand people, there might not be one. This probability seems a bit high."
The president then suddenly showed a playful smile, biting down on the straw and said:
"When I said one in ten thousand, I meant among people with actor qualifications."
In other words, even among two billion people, there's not necessarily one.
Miseria paused:
"Doesn't that mean there basically isn't one?"
"Pretty much."
"Isn't there another possibility?"
"There is."
The Damask rose bloomed, and the president laughed unrestrainedly:
"When the charm of a fantasist is too high, there's also a chance of muddling others' thoughts, causing spiritual induction to fail, for instance, me..."
She's always so confident.
As if standing here, she's telling others.
I am Lilith, beauty unparalleled in the world.
…
So, the key to my successfully inducing him is because he thought I wasn't good-looking?
Miseria pouted her small mouth.
For some reason, she suddenly felt a bit humiliated.
But her anger did not prevent her from concluding this test.
"Your spiritual power is beautiful, it was my arrogance before."
She self-deprecatingly said, "This time I've embarrassed myself on stage, hope you don't mind, and wish us pleasant cooperation in the future."
Chloe was at a loss.
He always felt that Miseria carried an aura of a defeated dog.
So he said:
"No, the vice-president's acting was spectacular, I was entranced."
"Thank you for comforting me, I have an appointment, so I won't stay with you guys any longer."
Damn it.
Is the only thing commendable just the acting?
Miseria, was severely frustrated.
Watching her leaving back view, Lilith clapped her hands playfully, saying:
"Running off with nothing to say! Miseria might not know that people naturally endowed with extraordinary charm are inevitably inclined to spiritual potential."
This is a fact known to only a few people.
Before the King of Redemption was born, in that far-off mythological era, spiritual mages chose qualified successors primarily by looks.
Those born with handsome appearances naturally possessed decent spiritual potential.
Humans are this way.
Elves are this way.
The Dragon Race is this way too.
As a result, the stereotype for spiritual mages at that time was...
Ugly ones need not apply!
So, as soon as she saw Chloe, she knew he definitely had spiritual potential.
After watching a good show, she quickly felt drowsy again.
Lazy mode, activated.
She didn't want to take Chloe around the association anymore.
So troublesome! Better find someone to give him a tour!
She turned to Chloe and said, "I have other matters to attend to, so I won't accompany you."
"Alright."
She left the theater, and shouted in the office:
"Someone alive, no pseudo-men."
"Hi hi hi, I'm coming~!"
A lively voice rang out.
The red-haired witch ran over with a giggle: "Need any help?"
Lilith pouted her lips and said:
"Greet the newcomer, it's Chloe from the Healing Series, Fufu, take him around the association."
Fufu turned and bent over, her hands placed behind her back, saying kindly:
"Hello, we meet again. I heard from my Xiaolu about the matter, thank you for helping the kid."
The corner of Chloe's mouth lifted slightly upward.
We meet again, Fufu.
No, it should be...
"Nice to meet you, Senior Sister Fufu, I heard Rephya mentioning you."
Their eyes met.
Fufu spoke first:
"Shall I take you for a walk?"
The Fantasy Association's exhibition hall was beautiful.
Fufu said it was decorated with money from the headquarters.
Masses of colorful lights interwove through the decorative flowers, but people were more charming than flowers.
Fufu joyfully pulled him forward a few steps.
For a moment, Chloe thought he had returned to The Sims.
The girl turned her head, her face so fair that it seemed translucent, carrying an indescribable beauty.
"Today, I'll take you for a more thorough tour then!"
Chloe instinctively reached out to ruffle her hair, only to realize what he was doing when he heard her meow plaintively like a kitten, and then said:
"Sorry, it reminded me of a kid I used to know."
"Am I very similar to her?"
"No, you are you, and it was rude of me."
Fufu didn't mind.
She pulled him through the exhibition hall.
The scenes of the two walking and laughing caught the attention of many.
"Senior Sister Fufu is taking care of the newcomer again."
"Seems different from before."
"Of course it's different, this time it's a boy."
"Senior Sister seems really happy today."
"Well, that's Chloe from the Healing Class."
"Huh, I just saw the back view and didn't see clearly."
Chloe could hear the whispering around him.
Looking at the girl's slightly red earlobes, he said:
"Will this make them misunderstand?"
"Haha, who am I? Let them talk!"
The girl chuckled lightly.
Chloe was amused and helpless.
Was Fufu this happy before?
As they walked, they soon arrived at the last room.
"This is the props room, where some small props that can't be featured in the Fantasy Show are usually kept."
"Extraordinary artifacts as well?"
"A small portion, actually most of the extraordinary artifacts in the Fantasy Association are held by students."
"Is the Fantasy Path so wealthy?"
"No, it's having money that qualifies you to tread the Fantasy Path."
"The door's locked, I'll come back to check it out when I have time."
She turned back, looking at Chloe and said:
"Want to take a look inside? Not many people can open this."
"We can go inside?"
"Others can't, but I can."
She playfully winked.
Chloe understood.
Almost forgot, Fufu is on the Shadow Stab Path.
Seeing that Chloe didn't refuse, she took his hand and directly slipped into the shadow.
This is the symbolic method of the Shadow Stab Path, Shadow Jump, which allows the shadow stabber to slip into the Shadow Plane, achieving short distance teleportation.
In the entire third year Shadow Stabbing Class, Fufu was the first person to master taking others along with her in a Shadow Jump.
The thrill of sneaking around made Chloe's eyes light up.
He looked at the extraordinary artifacts in the props room and said in a low voice:
"More than I imagined, not worried about theft?"
"That's for the teachers to worry about. Besides, we've all done the necessary theft prevention. If even this can't stop determined people, then these artifacts would have the same fate anywhere in the school."
"True."
He looked at the Fantasy Association's achievements displayed in the props room and suddenly realized Fufu had been quiet for a while.
He turned around and met the girl's eyes, sparkling like spring water.
"Now that, besides the president and vice-president, no one else can enter here."
"Hmm?"
"One reason I brought you here is to thank you for saving my Xiaolu, the other is..."
Fufu tilted her head, perhaps feeling a bit warm; her jacket half slipped off, revealing a glimpse of her fair, slender waist.
"You've been looking at me 21 times since I joined the association. Do you want to be my boyfriend?"