Somewhere in a cosmic space, in a room, walls were painted blue, and a massive screen displayed the image of Zara sitting in a carriage with a smug face.
In front of the screen, seated in a sleek gaming chair, was a cute little cat with snowy white fur, glowing red eyes, and a fluffy body. Anybody seeing him will want to squish his face.
Seeing her smug face, the cat's ears twitched, and the moment it heard Zara's words, it began furiously typing on a futuristic transparent keyboard, its tiny paws moving with surprising speed and precision.
Panic spread across the cat's face as the screen replayed the scene of Lira's soul being destroyed. In a flurry of motion, he leapt from his chair and ran toward a device labeled MIKE, activating it to speak directly to Zara.
'It's over for me, I can't let the boss know anything about it.
["Gulp! Host! I was just joking about your soul being destroyed! M-My actual job was to collect your soul and guide it to reincarnation. You were supposed to be reborn somewhere else with the system, haha... please forget about my joke"]
A sneer curled on Zara's lips as she crossed her hands and said, "Oh? Then, where is Lira's soul? Did she get reborn again somewhere?"
The system quickly tried to change the subject—and succeeded.
["Gulp! Ahh, a-as I was saying… wouldn't you like to know about my features?"]
Then Zara rubbed her hair, thinking.
Despite the system's foolish way of speaking, the memories of Lira showed her praying to gain the system so it could grant her power.
"So, what features do you actually offer that I can use?" Zara asked.
["Huff! As I was saying,"] the system replied, trying to sound composed.
["My feature is simple—you get a reward every day you sign in. But my advice is to sign in every month. These rewards are ranked, which means the later you sign in, the better reward you will get.
The lowest tier is White, which is daily. Then, going upward, we have Yellow 'month', Blue 'five months', Green 'year', Purple… Black is the second-highest, and Red is the rarest of all."]
The system introduced the rewards like a shady salesman trying to impress—and swindle—a clueless customer.
After listening, Zara said, "So… will I get today's reward? Can I get a red one? No, no—green is fine too."
["Huh? Didn't I just say—you only get a white reward for signing in every day, or for more time? If you want a higher-tier reward, you have to stop signing in for a certain period."]
Inside the system space, the cat's face dropped and became gloomy, like he remembered something bad.
The greedy smile on Zara's face vanished the moment she heard the system's response. She frowned and asked,
"So... can I get today's reward now? I need to head to the academy, you know—the place full of game characters with godly talents. And here I am, stuck with the lowest talent even with a system."
The cat shook his head and smiled again.
["Huh? Who said you can't get talent from the system? I can give you magic talent!"]
[Ding! First day sign-in complete. Reward: Magic Talent +2]
A sinister smile curled across Zara's lips. "Oh? So you can give rewards of your choosing, huh?"
Out in space, the little white cat's face turned pale as it frantically typed.
'oh no, another mistake'
["N-No! Rewards are random! It's against the rules to give rewards based on your preferences. Forget it—there's no way you'll ever get a custom reward!"]
"I'm joking, I'm joking! System, why so serious?" Zara replied, stifling her laughter.
Just then, a knocking sound echoed from the carriage window. Zara turned and slid it open. Outside, a guard on horseback called out,
"Miss, we already is in Gorvanna continent and we're approaching the academy border. We'll arrive in about an hour."
Zara flashed him a thumbs-up. "Okay, Thanks for the heads-up."
She shut the window again.
The guard nudged his horse forward his lips twitching, galloping toward the captain. Pulling up beside him, he asked in a low voice, "Captain, just to be sure… it is the marquis' daughter in that carriage, right? Not some merchant girl?"
The captain punched him lightly on the shoulder and replied, trying to keep a serious expression, "Of course it's the marquis' daughter, you idiot. Stop speaking foolish things."
Ahead of them, rising like something out of a fantasy tale, was a massive, majestic castle—the Royal Academy. Dozens of carriages, each more ornate than the last, were making their way toward the grand entrance.