When Luo Yu returned to the dorm, it was already deep into the night.

Qiu Xiaoshuang in the lower bunk had gone to bed. Her routine was strict—lights out on the dot. She lay flat on her soft mattress, fully covered by her quilt, eyes completely shut.

Her sleeping posture was perfectly proper.

Too proper.

*Heh heh…*

Luo Yu crept to Qiu Xiaoshuang’s bedside and lifted a corner of her quilt.

Qiu Xiaoshuang didn’t stir. She seemed fast asleep.

*Yosh!* Luo Yu’s heart leapt.

She reached out, slowly and gently peeling away the wool blanket covering Qiu Xiaoshuang.

The first layer of defense fell instantly.

“Now… the crucial moment.”

Luo Yu took a deep breath, focusing intently.

Like soldiers on a battlefield one step from breaching the enemy’s main camp—victory within grasp.

“This is a holy war for the world’s survival.”

Qiu Xiaoshuang wore thin sleepwear today, slightly sheer. Her underwear was faintly visible beneath. Her top half was bare except for two rosy peaks.

Luo Yu struck fast, yanking down Qiu Xiaoshuang’s pants in one fluid motion—grab, pull, slide out.

*Yes!* Luo Yu nearly cheered, clapping a hand over her mouth. Seeing no reaction, she exhaled in relief.

“The final gate.”

Luo Yu’s expression tightened. She set the sleep pants aside, eyes fixed on Qiu Xiaoshuang’s smooth thighs. Her fingertips trembled.

*Breathe… just breathe…*

Finally, she steeled herself. Both hands seized the waistband of Qiu Xiaoshuang’s cotton briefs.

She pulled slowly, minimizing friction against sensitive skin.

*No… stop…*

Mid-mission, Qiu Xiaoshuang suddenly rolled toward the wall, tickled awake. Luo Yu had to release her grip. The underwear snagged at her knee.

Luo Yu’s heart stopped.

Anyone with experience knew this truth: when a girl sleeps on her side, pinning her underwear? Impossible to remove it silently. Forget avoiding waking her.

“So… my dream ends here?” Luo Yu clutched her chest, agonized. That pure white cotton brief—damp with traces of youth—hovered just out of reach.

She remembered being trapped in the Champion’s tent. Losing Qiu Xiaoshuang’s underwear then had left her life incomplete, a vital treasure gone.

Now, with this chance to reclaim it? Surrender was unthinkable.

Her eyes hardened. Her trembling hands steadied.

“I’m a Noble Fairy Kind now. Master of arcane magic. How could I fail at removing one pair of underwear?”

Luo Yu paced, racking her brain.

*How did that deep hypnosis spell go again…? Nah. Whatever.*

She turned back, drool glistening at the corner of her mouth as she eyed Qiu Xiaoshuang’s supple body. Left hand raised.

Her body flared hot. The Noble Bloodline surged within.

*“Shamol, bod,ushmanro dar peshi nazaram nest kun, Ba taslim har chi doram, omadaam.”*

A violent gust ripped through the room, slamming into Qiu Xiaoshuang.

Luo Yu didn’t care what the spell did. She lunged for the underwear.

But the magic’s wind jolted Qiu Xiaoshuang awake, her hair whipping wildly.

Luo Yu: “….”

“Luo Yu… what are you *doing*?” Qiu Xiaoshuang rubbed her eyes, bewildered by Luo Yu’s frozen grin.

Then she looked down.

Luo Yu’s hands were clamped firmly on her underwear.

Luo Yu: “….”

Qiu Xiaoshuang: “….”

*Ahem.* Luo Yu forced calm, scrambling for excuses. A smile surfaced. “Xiaoshuang… when an adventurer’s inches from treasure after endless trials… should she give up? Never, right?”

“Get lost.” Qiu Xiaoshuang’s face darkened. Her pupils shifted. With a single thought, she blasted Luo Yu backward.

Luo Yu slammed against the wall and crumpled.

But her goal was achieved.

In that split second, she’d snatched the pure white cotton briefs.

Bruised but euphoric, Luo Yu kissed the underwear and stuffed it into her own pants, bliss spreading across her face.

“Worth it. This lifetime.”

Qiu Xiaoshuang: “….”

“Luo Yu… I’m done with you.” Qiu Xiaoshuang wrapped the quilt tightly around her waist and dragged the dazed girl up.

“Listen, Xiaoshuang! This underwear? I’ll *never* give it back. Spoils of war!”

“Enough.” Qiu Xiaoshuang pinched her brow, cutting her off. “Luo Yu… you’re almost an adult. Prettier than me. Why obsess over such filthy things?”

“You wouldn’t understand.” Luo Yu sighed, shaking her head. “I told you—it’s a sacred treasure…”

“Forget it.” Qiu Xiaoshuang interrupted the rant. Her expression shifted, recalling the magic. Her eyes gleamed. “Wait. Was that… magic just now?”

Luo Yu snapped alert. “Right! I forgot—I’ve awakened the Noble Bloodline. Magic comes naturally now.”

Qiu Xiaoshuang: “What?”

Under Qiu Xiaoshuang’s stunned gaze, Luo Yu puffed with pride, explaining her cheat ability—its discovery, her first spell, and most importantly, *Genshin’s* elemental reaction theory…

At “Genshin,” Luo Yu’s eyes sparkled, her body swaying. “Back when I played *Genshin Impact*, I—”

“Skip the *Genshin* nonsense. Sounds like bullshit.”

Qiu Xiaoshuang cut her off, studying Luo Yu’s beaming face. “So… you became a Fairy Kind by accident?”

Luo Yu nodded confidently. “Yep.”

“Huh…” Qiu Xiaoshuang lifted a witch’s crystal ball, swirling it over Luo Yu’s dancing form. After a flash of light, her frown deepened.

“What?” Luo Yu planted her hands on her hips, chin tilted. “See my glorious future as Emperor, Xiaoshuang?”

“Listen.”

Qiu Xiaoshuang set down the ball, her gaze grave. “You’d better… stop developing that Noble Bloodline. It holds no meaning for your life at all.”