How did I turn my victim into a phoenix-like hero?

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Take this as a joke my sister made for now.

Back in his room, Sirocco yawned and collapsed onto the bed without even changing his clothes.

I'm not sleepy at all.

The increase in level leads to an improvement in physical function.

I remember that even with broken limbs, an 80-level character in the game could survive for three weeks; the level system was truly terrifying.

I just want to go to bed early and get up early because I have to train with Brid tomorrow.

A lot happened today. I did the special training I didn't get to do in my past life, encountered Norius's provocation in the library, was chased around the dungeon by goblins, fought monsters, used skills that caused the dungeon to shake, and finally even dyed my hair...

A high school life that's bursting with activity.

If possible, I don't want to experience it a second time. My body isn't tired, but my mind is.

I'll try other second-playthrough skills tomorrow.

Sirocco closed his eyes, and gradually, a comfortable darkness enveloped his body. Sirocco waited for the sleep demon to lull him into a dream...

No.

Sirocco kicked away the sleep demon in his head and sat up straight with a somersault.

“Beren…”

There are two reasons why I thought of this name.

Sirocco brings up the window of the ring table.

[Pure Black Annihilation Ray]

First, this skill, which shouldn't exist here at this moment.

If this were a fantasy world, no one would know what martial arts manual you learned unless you told them.

Although this is a game world, it is also the information age.

For a level 7 newbie like Sirocco to acquire late-game skills is akin to "winning a million-dollar prize in a random scratch-off lottery at a train station," and it definitely deserves to trend on social media.

Take the Old Man Ring as an example. It's as ridiculous as how the early-game Grik soldiers skillfully used Marlenia's ultimate move, "Waterbird," and it also has the same damage and attack range.

That would inevitably be judged as a BUG (abnormal situation) by society.

As long as I am still a student at the school, the ring form will definitely be checked during the exam, not to mention that the ring form will definitely be checked again tomorrow when I go to the dungeon.

Once connected to the internet, a scan by the cloud database AI reveals that such an outrageous skill has appeared in the hands of a level 7 newbie. A quick analysis of their social network makes it seem completely abnormal.

They would be suspected of being members of the Fallen Order, terrorists who obtain power through illegitimate means.

Sirocco didn't want to be taken away by the tuners for investigation.

The existence of this skill must be concealed.

Therefore, Beren's help is needed.

Confirmation time: 10:38 AM.

"We can still make it."

As for the second reason…

Sirocco tied her hair into a ponytail, changed into a hoodie, put on a baseball cap, rummaged through the closet for old shoes, and slipped out the window under the cover of night.

Do you need a reason to see your sweetheart?

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A bookstore filled with the aroma of coffee.

The first floor sells coffee, milk tea and other beverages, while the second floor, with its dim lighting, is quieter and more comfortable.

Located near a commercial area and with residential communities behind it, it's considered a semi-prime location. As night deepens, the number of customers actually increases.

Beren sat in a window seat on the second floor. She put down her book, sipped her coffee which had gone cold, and glanced unconsciously at her phone on the table.

The phone is quiet.

Beren turned on her phone. On LINE, apart from classmates and colleagues who had changed their settings to "receive without notifications," messages from her parents back home asking about her well-being, and chat logs with friends... there were no new messages.

Beren didn't pin that person to the top; she scrolled down.

I noticed that the chat contact I added yesterday still hasn't sent a single message, and the name is "F-class Sirocco who owes money and hasn't paid back his debts".

The chat history is empty.

Beren's strange sense of pride made her feel that she had lost if she sent the message first, so she waited for Sirocco to send a random emoji or blessing to start the conversation.

Since it was the other party who requested to add you, they should have initiated the chat.

"Is that guy still unconscious?"

Should we go to the hospital for another checkup...?

But the doctor said I would wake up soon, so there shouldn't be any problems.

Perhaps Sirocco is also struggling with the decision of sending a first message to the person he likes?

Imagining Sirocco's conflicted expression, Beren felt a surge of joy.

"Tsk...why do I feel like I'm actually looking forward to him messaging me!"

I'm not some little girl having a crush, what am I doing...?

Beren grumbled under her breath and simply turned off her phone.

It's not like this is the first time I've confessed my feelings. He's just a 15-year-old kid, I have nothing to be nervous about.

If you really want to count, this is the second time in Beren's life that she has been confessed to.

It stirred up memories that made Belen feel nauseous.

I remember when I was in college, I couldn't refuse my roommate's request, so I dragged myself along to make up the number of people for a social gathering.

Beren was also a little curious and attended her first and last social gathering.

The atmosphere was unbearable; everyone acted like actors in a rehearsed play, one saying a line and the next snapping back at each other.

Unlike the lively atmosphere depicted in the TV series, Belen felt that everyone was being hypocritical.

How incredibly boring.

She maintained a professional facade, chatting and laughing with them, creating a lively atmosphere. After the party, on her way home, one of them struck up a conversation with her.

Judging solely from his appearance, he must be a handsome guy.

"I noticed you the moment you sat down. I feel you have a kind of beauty in your temperament. I like you."

The other person, seemingly having memorized lines, confessed his love to Belen while reeking of alcohol.

26. Accomplice

Even the pigs raised back home don't smell this bad.

Sorry, I'm not interested in drunk men.

She smiled and clearly refused, but the person had another sentence to say.

—It's okay. I've booked a hotel. Would you like another drink?—

The other party showed neither joy nor disappointment.

This person must be an expert.

This time, Belen didn't say anything and left directly.

He found himself holding a set of Lamborghini car keys that didn't belong to him, and threw them into the trash can.

Thirty minutes later, I received a message from my roommate asking if I had seen the car keys; the person seemed to be in a hurry.

I don't know, I'm not sure, I have no recollection of it.

That's basically the reply.

From then on, Beren never went to social gatherings again, living a monotonous life between her dormitory, classroom, and library until she started working.

The first time I was confessed to and pursued, all that remained were frivolous, drunken memories.

As for yesterday's incident...

Beren recalled Sirocco's sincere eyes.

He was extremely serious.

That's why I care about him a little, really only a tiny bit—perhaps it's because of that sincerity that can only be felt...

"Mocha coffee, to go, extra sugar and ice. Hello! I assure you, Mike, our products are the best; several suppliers are lining up to do business with us!"

The shrill sound interrupted Beren's thoughts.

At the counter, the man in the suit talked to someone through his Bluetooth headset while walking around the line of three people ahead of him and standing in the first row.

"Sir, I'm sorry..."

"30R, keep the change, give me a receipt, and hurry up. Yes, yes, the goods should be sent to No. 30, Dwight, not No. 29 like last time."