Unlike in-game where you just click the backpack interface to access items, what lay before Luyi was a spatial vortex rippling with terrifying power.
As if bound by a soul-deep connection, she sensed an immense, stable space within it. Countless objects were neatly stored there.
Her own handcrafted, top-tier god-slaying armament: "Dusk Sigh."
Various "Authority Crystals" tossed in corners—items that could grant others new powers outright.
Hundreds of skill imprints.
Countless holy-grade potions.
...
Everything she’d stored in her backpack remained.
The rewards for slaying the Chaos Slaying Star Dragon had also been properly delivered.
"Phew... thank goodness," Luyi sighed in relief. Sensing the mountain of gear piled inside the vortex, she finally felt a sliver of security.
Her level had dropped to 10. Most of her powerful combat skills were grayed out and unusable. If her backpack had been wiped clean too, her mental state would’ve shattered completely.
"What exactly happened after that?"
With a thought, the interface vanished. Luyi’s gaze shifted from the Champion’s corpse, sweeping across the entire room.
This wasn’t some prank by game developers—
The sensation from touching her lower body earlier, the faint metallic tang of blood hanging in the air... no current technology could simulate this.
This situation... could only be explained by transmigration.
After double-checking, Luyi concluded she’d truly crossed over.
As a light novel writer, she accepted transmigration far easier than most.
But!
Protagonists in novels usually transmigrated into someone of the same gender, starting a carefree, adventurous life in another world. And her?
What was this nonsense about becoming a powerless Virtuous Maiden?!
And how dangerously absurd was this?!
If she hadn’t regained her memories and reawakened her Demon Sovereign Authority just now, she might have...
Just recalling the Champion’s twisted expression sent a shiver down her spine.
"A so-called Champion, acting like that..." she muttered, shooting a look of utter disdain at the bloody, mangled corpse.
He’d wanted to do whatever he pleased with her one second—only to be erased the next by her reawakened Demon Sovereign power.
Even at level 10, her dual SSS-rank Authorities weren’t something anyone could casually mess with.
"But... if news of the Champion’s death gets out, the Sacred Court won’t let this slide," she realized after sorting through memories from her time as an ignorant Virtuous Maiden.
In this world, humanity had long stood against the Abyssal Demons.
Champions were the Sacred Court’s prized assets—the frontline fighters against the Abyss.
On average, a Champion started with S-rank Authority, growing even stronger after Holy Baptism.
Virtuous Maidens, by comparison, were far cheaper.
Especially her—previously deemed untrainable, forever stuck at level 1!
Which was worse: a Champion defiling a Virtuous Maiden, or a Virtuous Maiden killing a Champion? The answer was obvious.
She’d be the one dragged before the Tribunal.
Luyi still knew nothing about the Sacred Court’s average strength or the world’s peak powerhouses.
So...
"Whatever happens, I’m running away first!" she decided—the safest choice.
She’d equip her strongest gear and flee the Sacred Court under cover of night.
"Come, Dusk Sigh—lend me your power—"
Space flickered. An ancient set of armor materialized onto Luyi.
Then crushed her petite frame.
*Thud—*
Luyi face-planted again, her forehead slamming against the floor.
"Ow ow ow..."
Dusk Sigh had rejected her.
"Why?!"
Checking the armor’s stats, the level 80 requirement stunned her.
She’d never noticed it before—her previous level had been so high, she could wear anything.
"If I can’t use god-slaying gear, what about my old skill-swapped outfits?"
She recalled Dusk Sigh, ignoring her messier hair and reddening forehead. Frantically, she searched for any equipment usable at her current level—even unrefined trash epics.
But without exception... the lowest requirement was level 60, sixth tier.
Watching mountains of stats go unused, Luyi’s sense of security evaporated.
She couldn’t possibly fight the Sacred Court in cartoon pajamas and a pink pillow!
What if they used a guaranteed-hit fixed-damage skill? She’d be done for.
"Wait—that’s..."
At the vortex’s edge, Luyi spotted two unfamiliar pieces of gear.
"Stellar Dragon Seat?"
Pulling out a modular greatsword and a skirt, she read their stats—and understood instantly.
These were drops from the Chaos Slaying Star Dragon.
**Equipment Name:** Stellar Dragon Seat
**Type:** Modular Sword
**Quality:** Mythic
**Status:** 0 Stars (Grow-able)
**Attack:** +3000
**Magic Attack:** +3000
**Strength:** +50%
**Intelligence:** +50%
**Effects:**
[Stellar Cosmos] (Passive): Freely disassemble and reassemble; disassembled forms gain new traits.
[Dark Star] (Passive): Each hit locks 5% of target’s stats (max 50%).
[Sovereign Reign] (Active): Grants allies HP regen or weakens enemies by 30% in range; cooldown and diminishing returns per target.
[Imperial Blade] (Active/Passive): Active—imbue swords with "Stellar Blessing" or "Stellar Decree"; Passive—+200% skill damage, chance to "Shatter Steel" on lower-tier weapons.
[Endsword Domain] (Active): Consume Stellar Dragon blood for peak power; drains HP and soul force continuously. Unleashes a sword domain with chaotic elemental storms, massively boosting all stats and damage.
**Requirement:** Constellation Dragon-related Authority.
Stellar Dragon Seat was a colossal modular sword—taller than Luyi herself.
Its blade was deep black yet mirror-smooth, evoking the grandeur of gazing into the starry void from a window.
Countless stars dotted its surface, faintly tracing four intricate constellations. These intertwined with stardust and glittering clusters, forming a hazy, ancient galaxy.
Luyi could make out hints of the Chaos Slaying Star Dragon within it.
"A mythic weapon... with no level requirement..."
Honestly, she’d never seen anything like it.
Before this sword’s breathtaking beauty, even Dusk Sigh seemed to dim.
Stat-wise, Stellar Dragon Seat lagged far behind Dusk Sigh—for now.
But it was grow-able. How far it could evolve, its limits... Luyi couldn’t guess.
If she were still in the game *Dusk*, this would be the world’s only grow-able divine artifact.
The skirt, by contrast, drew little attention.
**Equipment Name:** Silver Flow’s Aria
**Quality:** Holy
**Defense:** +1000
**Magic Defense:** +1000
**All Stats:** +30%
**Effects:**
[Stellar Silver] (Active/Passive): Active—freely customize appearance; Passive—50% damage reduction from all sources.
[Eternal Guardian] (Passive): Out of combat, generates a shield equal to 5% max HP per second (max 50%); shield active boosts DEF/MDEF by 50%.
[Pure White Thorns] (Active): Reflects 50% of damage taken back to attackers while active.
Its stats were top-tier for holy gear—but no match for mythic.
Its effects were superb, especially the appearance customization—a utility no divine artifact could replace.
Things were looking up!
Luyi immediately equipped Silver Flow’s Aria. It fit perfectly. Aside from her face flushing as she glanced at her reflection mid-change, nothing went wrong.
"Stellar Silver."
She activated the illusion skill, picturing her old academy uniform. Light rippled across her body, transforming the skirt into an identical outfit—even the texture felt real.
As for Stellar Dragon Seat, she disassembled it, choosing the smallest shortsword as her weapon. She hid it under her skirt, strapped to her thigh.
The Champion’s isolation barrier was fading.
During this time, Luyi fought down her fear. She cleaned the scene, stuffed every valuable in the room into her backpack, and tossed it into the spatial vortex.
Finally, she adjusted her expression and opened the door.
She’d killed the Champion. Now, only one place was safe to run to—
The territory of the Abyssal Demons.
Three months ago, Abyssal Demons had suddenly appeared outside Azurewind City.
Rumors said this group’s leader was exceptionally high-ranking.
Luyi’s plan? To have a "friendly chat" with them.
