"This is simple enough. But..."

Vera tilted her head curiously, studying Rayelle.

"Aerin, is this child an Extraordinary Being?"

"I suppose so."

Aerin replied.

After all, Dragon Kind were born with Extraordinary Power—their supernatural abilities innate from birth.

"I see. By the way, what’s her name?"

Vera’s eyes sparkled with eager stars.

"Rayelle."

"Oh! Rayelle."

Vera half-slumped over the table, leaning close to Rayelle’s face.

The little dragon girl shrank back with a shy flinch, burrowing into Aerin’s chest.

*Too close!*

Rayelle felt Vera’s breath almost brushing her lips.

"If she’s an Extraordinary Being, it’s straightforward."

Vera chuckled, poking Rayelle’s cheek. A soft, helpless whimper escaped the girl.

"Just close your eyes. Calm your mind. Quietly sense your own soul."

"Ignore everything outside. Focus your entire being on feeling it. All the information is recorded within your soul."

"Mm..."

Rayelle nodded silently and obediently shut her eyes.

*Calm down. Sense quietly.*

As her consciousness sank deeper, she saw a hazy mist.

Most of it was dull and lifeless—only a tiny corner glowed faintly pearl-white, like a sliver of polished jade drawing her attention.

*Is this... my soul?*

Curious, Rayelle reached out to touch it.

Instantly, chaotic information flooded her mind like a bursting dam.

She saw Rigmore’s power.

Sequence 36—Apocalypse.

Activated through lies, blurring the line between illusion and reality to distort the physical world.

Magic couldn’t regenerate naturally—it required deception to restore.

Oh, and one extra detail: tricking someone into feeling mocked and furious granted extra magic. The angrier they were, the more magic she gained.

*No wonder Rigmore kept trolling Hero Aileen in the game,* Rayelle realized. *Always stirring trouble for fun.*

But thinking of her own situation now, Rayelle fell silent.

As a weak, pitiful young dragon girl, if she went around trolling people? She’d probably get killed before she knew what hit her.

*So hard... Might as well give up.*

Rayelle opened her eyes and melted into Aerin’s arms like a puddle of goo, staring at the ceiling with sighs.

"Life..."

She also noticed her current Extraordinary Power awakening level was barely 1%.

In the game, 1-20% ranked as First Rank Extraordinary Beings, 21-40% as Second Rank, and so on—up to Fifth Rank at 81-100%.

Each rank crushed the one below it. Of course, that assumed same species and Sequence.

Seeing Rayelle’s reaction, Vera assumed despair over her Sequence and power. She rushed to comfort her.

"Don’t be too upset! Most Extraordinary Beings have ordinary abilities. Mid-tier Sequences are super common."

"Alright, I need to head to the city hall now."

Aerin cut in—she knew Rayelle wasn’t upset about that.

*This kid’s probably not sad her Sequence is mediocre... but that it’s* too *extraordinary. Causing problems.*

After all, Sequences near the extremes were powerful but came with annoying quirks—like only activating while asleep, or needing lewd acts to restore magic. Endless weird conditions.

"Ah, I see. What about the child...?"

"Let her get familiar with the place alone. Extraordinary Beings are stronger than regular folks. She’ll be fine."

Aerin stretched, standing up.

"The city lord is waiting."

"Mm."

Vera nodded. She knew Aerin had come to Bonn City on the city lord’s commission.

"I’m leaving. Keep an eye on her for me."

"Got it."

Aerin gave Rayelle one last glance before walking out of the Adventurers Guild.

This trip wasn’t about fulfilling that commission.

Catching the demon spy in Bonn City? She’d done that in her past life.

She could’ve wrapped it up in no time if she wanted.

Her real goal was different.

Aerin stopped on the street, turning toward a shadowy alley. Her fingers tightened on the hilt of her Holy Sword. Sharp, icy light flashed in her eyes.

*To fix the regret of failing to save my friend last time.*

In Bonn City, Chloe—one of her closest friends—had died at the hands of the Chaos Sect.

Those filthy cultists coveted Chloe’s unique magic channels. They captured her, sacrificed her to a demonic deity, and summoned a twisted Demonic Offspring that destroyed half of Bonn City.

Last life, Aerin had fought desperately but failed. She’d been forced to tearfully end Chloe’s suffering herself.

*This time, I will save her!*

Aerin steeled her resolve, then turned toward the distant city hall.

Right now, she only knew of Vera. She didn’t know where the other Chaos Sect members hid.

And she keenly felt her own power was still too weak. She’d need the city lord’s strength—for now.

As for Rayelle? Aerin had left her deliberately as bait. To flush out the rats lurking in the dark.

She’d also secretly placed an avatar of her Holy Sword’s spirit, Lulu, inside Rayelle—to protect and track her.

That way, if anything happened, she could reach Rayelle in an instant.

Aerin strode quickly toward the city hall.

Meanwhile—

Rayelle finished breakfast, watching Aerin vanish from sight. She exhaled in relief.

*Finally gone. Now my moves can begin.*

"Miss Vera, I’m going out for a walk."

"Okay! Don’t wander too far. Ask an adventurer for help if you get lost."

"Got it!"

After waving goodbye, Rayelle darted to the central plaza using her memories.

There, a full map of Bonn City stood displayed.

"So big..."

Rayelle studied the familiar map, thoughtful.

In the original story, Vera and Chloe’s deaths shattered Aerin’s spirit—planting seeds for her future corruption.

*Now, I must prevent the worst ending.*

Rayelle memorized her location against the city map.

Conveniently, she knew where some Chaos Cultists would appear at this hour.

Time to eliminate them—with just a pinch of Rigmore’s power.