Chapter 544
“Alright, I’ll keep an eye out for you,” Tara said, her tone respectful as she stood up, clearly accustomed to the routine.
Moments later, in the eyes of Tara and Peirce, Shaer, who had been quite alert just a moment ago, suddenly slumped down, collapsing onto the desk like a puppet whose strings had been cut.
Peirce didn’t say anything at first, but after a few minutes of waiting, she couldn’t help but glance at Tara, who was still standing respectfully. She whispered, “What’s wrong with Shaer... my lord?”
“I don’t know,” Tara replied. She was aware that Shaer had retreated to her divine realm, but having promised to keep Shaer’s identity a secret, she lied. Of course, she knew her deception wouldn’t fool Peirce for long.
After a short while, Peirce finally voiced the question that had been nagging at her.
“Is Shaer... a messenger sent by the Mother Goddess?”
Peirce looked at Tara, seeking an answer.
Tara merely raised her head, giving Peirce a meaningful glance before slowly shaking her head. “Of course not.”
“Then she is...”
Peirce wanted to press further, but Tara had already fallen silent, seemingly unwilling to answer any more questions.
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**“The Next Day”**
**“October 3, Year 741 of the Holy Calendar, 15:20”**
**“Countdown - 23:59:59”**
A blinding silver light flashed before Shaer, and gradually, she regained her awareness of her surroundings, slowly opening her eyes.
Having experienced being controlled upon her previous entry, this time, as soon as she arrived in the simulation, Shaer activated her **Pre-Cognitive Vision**. The three-dimensional overview in her mind began scanning everything around her.
This place is...
Shaer held a quill in her hand, and a drop of still-wet ink fell from the tip, splattering onto the oak desk before her.
The golden afternoon sunlight streamed through the leaded glass, bathing Shaer in warmth. Turning her head, she could still see the spire of the academy outside.
What she was preparing to write was an article in Ancient Ansu... no, it wasn’t writing; it was—grading.
Shaer looked up, and the classroom, which had been filled with chatter, fell silent in an instant. Everyone turned to face her, holding their breath—fear flickered across their faces, as if they dared not meet her gaze.
At the front of the tiered classroom, the only person standing was a girl with tightly pressed lips, staring intently at Shaer.
“Aivina... hurry up... the teacher is going to be angry,” a girl beside her whispered, nudging Aivina’s shoe with her foot to remind her not to zone out.
“Shaer...” Aivina’s face flushed red, and finally, as if unable to bear the humiliation any longer, she squeezed out the rest of her sentence through clenched teeth, “Teacher... I’ll be more careful with my words next time...!”
Wait? I’m a teacher now?
What’s going on? How did I end up in school?
Is everything else going well? How’s the church integration? Have I entered the world set by Imogen again?
Just then—
Ding—
The sound of a bell rang out, and the heavy atmosphere in the classroom quickly dissipated. A few students shouted, “Thank you for your hard work, teacher!” before fleeing, clearly terrified of Shaer.
Confused, Shaer could only raise her hand and point at Aivina, saying, “Aivina, come to my office for a moment.”
Aivina followed Shaer with a stern expression, while the other students looked on with pity, as if Aivina were about to face some misfortune.
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**PS:**
175.75 (overdue) - 0.75 (extra) = 175 (overdue)
I gave it my all, but couldn’t reach 8K.
I got a new desk, but moving it downstairs and assembling it took a lot of time. The new desk is wobbly; even a light tap on the keyboard makes the computer screen shake.
Tomorrow, after I switch to the new desk! I’ll definitely write more than today!
Good night!!!
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**Chapter 282: The Connector of Ansu (4061 words)**
Shaer walked down the corridor, Aivina trailing behind her. Along the way, they attracted quite a few glances from students, though most were too intimidated to meet Shaer’s eyes.
However, when they reached a corner of the staircase, Shaer stopped and turned to Aivina.
“What’s wrong?” Aivina crossed her arms defensively, looking at Shaer, but she didn’t let up. “Does the esteemed Shaer ‘teacher’ not even remember where her office is?”
“I really don’t remember,” Shaer admitted, looking at Aivina. “Do I actually have an office? Where is it?”
Before leaving the classroom, Shaer had checked and found no personal belongings or notes on her desk.
If the Shaer in the simulation wanted to leave a clue, it would either have to be carried on her person, with Tara, at home, or in a place where her simulated self frequently stayed.
Since she wasn’t carrying anything, that left only the other three possibilities... She would have to check each one, which would surely take a lot of time...
“You forgot?” Aivina asked, looking at Shaer.
“Yeah.”
Seeing Shaer nodding, Aivina didn’t detect any teasing in her eyes, so she said, “Follow me.”
This time, Aivina led the way, with Shaer following behind.
Soon, Aivina took Shaer upstairs, through the corridor, and stopped in front of a door, pushing it open and stepping inside.
Shaer took a couple of steps forward, only to realize that it wasn’t an office at all, but... a washroom.
While Shaer stood outside in a daze, Aivina reached out and pulled her inside.
Once inside, Aivina quickly shut the washroom door and locked it, then pressed her hands on Shaer’s shoulders, forcing her to face her.
“What are you doing...” Shaer looked at Aivina, whose eyes were slowly glowing with a purple hue, struggling to suppress the urge to use her powers to resist.
“Don’t move,” Aivina instructed, her voice firm.
In Shaer’s vision, the pale purple glow began to expand, dimming everything around her. All she could see now were those beautiful, amethyst-like eyes.
A drop of purple starlight slowly fell from the dark sky, and as it reached Shaer’s eyes, it suddenly burst open, enveloping the surrounding darkness in a mist of purple.
Countless fragments of memories began to surface before Shaer’s eyes—like a movie playing out in front of her, a sense of additional memories being infused into her mind.
This is...
The memories of Shaer in the simulation?
It seems the Shaer in the simulation found a better way to record events... Has Aivina successfully advanced to the third tier? Is she now a third-tier “Soulwalker”?
For now, Shaer set her doubts aside and focused on the images flashing before her.
In the familiar private prayer room of the Order of the God of Order, the Pope, Aregma, gazed at the pulsating dark green brain before her, her eyes flickering with green fire. After a long moment, she stood up, slowly crossing her hands over her chest, then raised them to her forehead, offering the highest gesture of respect to me from the Order of the God of Order...
In a dark dungeon, several death row inmates were brought before me. Peirce, Tara, Eleanor, and several other high-ranking members of the Savior Goddess Church held their breath, watching as I slowly raised my hand, blood from my wrist swirling in the air to form crimson runes...
I stood with other believers in front of the statue of the goddess in Westminster Square, watching as the Pope of the Savior Goddess and a mysterious woman shrouded in black veils shook hands at the top of the steps, while Queen Vitalis and the princess clapped gently from the side, and the crowd cheered...
In the Vitalis Palace, a roundtable meeting was underway, attended by Charles, Eleanor, Aregma, and other representatives of Ansu’s top powers. They were discussing something, and there seemed to be some indecision over certain details. Finally, everyone stopped, turning their gaze to me, standing not far away...
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