Ugh... What a hassle!

Weeks later, Olivia propped her chin on her palm, sighing in frustration from her classroom seat.

So much to handle...

Who’d have thought that just days after transmigrating, she’d already crave the life of a waste-of-space otaku? Her initial determination to work hard was fading fast—juggling unfamiliar magic classes by day and scheming to shake up the agricultural market by night.

Maybe she’d always been lazy. Even with help from Sebastian the bearded merchant, her mom, and others cutting down unnecessary hassles... some things still demanded her cheat-code presence.

After all, you couldn’t just flaunt cheat codes. She couldn’t exactly roll her base vehicle up to her mom and brag, *"C’mon, Mom! Let’s play Red Alert~"*

Lately, Olivia had been swamped and stressed. Think about it—she owed Natasha money externally, had servants’ salaries to pay internally, *and* needed to fund her family’s house expansion. At her age, feeling the weight of supporting a household? Seriously brutal.

So the girl focused on finding fast-growing crops to plant and sell. Every day after school, she’d hole up in her base, watching mechanical arms dig and dig in the tiny garden.

Efficient? Sure. But Sebastian’s seeds were cheap junk. In the end, it was a fresh batch of Frostworm Grass that saved the day—selling big to finally cover the servants’ wages and her debt to Natasha.

*Sigh—*

Being the breadwinner sucked~

Olivia couldn’t help but grumble. She didn’t like this life. Sure, holding cash felt rewarding, but that anxious, heart-pounding dread *before* earning it? The bluehaired loli hated it.

If only... someone could take everything off her hands. Handle it all. Then she could laze around at home like a true otaku, living a pampered life where clothes came to her hands and meals to her mouth...

...

Huh?

*Wait—*

Olivia shook her head hard, rejecting that wish. S-strange... wouldn’t that just mean being *kept*?

Only parents—or... l-lovers—would go that far.

But parents wanted independence from their kids, right? Leeching off family was embarrassing. And l-lovers? Even scarier to imagine.

*Nah.* She’d shoulder the burden herself!

When class ended, the bluehaired loli shot up and bolted straight to Natasha’s classroom.

The moment she stepped in, Olivia sensed the wrongness in the golden-haired bombshell’s classroom atmosphere.

How to describe it? Break time was universal across campus, yet Natasha’s class remained deathly silent.

Worse—when the timid bluehaired loli entered, icy, hostile stares instantly pinned her like prey under a wolf pack’s gaze. Shivering, she scurried the last few steps to Natasha’s seat.

Only beside her bestie did Olivia exhale in relief. Natasha beamed, patting the spot beside her—but the bluehaired loli’s first words were pure complaint:

*"No wonder you’ve got that scary glare down. Your class is insane."*

*"Ahem~ Y’know, it’s the Assassin Track. Can’t be helped—we train hard!"* Natasha waved dismissively, oddly proud.

*"This is overkill. Won’t it backfire? Like... being too obvious for stealth missions with those murder-eyes?"* Olivia muttered. Yep. Her big-chested airhead bestie? A *natural-born assassin*—one of the Seven Professions. The school’s bloodline-based class system felt less like "teaching to talent" and more like forcing square pegs into round holes.

*"Eh, probably fine. Ahem... Livvy, what brings you here? Just chatting? I’ve missed you~"* Natasha lunged into a hug. The bluehaired loli didn’t resist—just silently pulled 50,000 dinars from her bag and slipped it into her friend’s hand.

*"Actually... I came to repay you."*

*"Huh? W-wait, already?! Livvy’s amazing! B-but... I still wanna eat your mom’s homemade bento! Can you keep bringing it? Pleeease~"* Natasha ignored the cash, clinging tighter.

*"Seriously? I eat it daily and don’t get the hype..."*

*"It’s divine! After tasting it, I can’t stand my mansion’s chefs anymore!"* Natasha nodded fiercely.

...Guess luxury got boring. Olivia agreed—packing one extra bento was no big deal.

They gossiped about girly stuff: trendy boutiques, sweet dessert cafes. Olivia played along well. Pity this world had no internet cafes or ranked matches—she’d totally drag Natasha into duo queues.

Just as Olivia stood to leave before next period, Natasha tugged her sleeve.

*"Oh! Livvy, heard the news? A new Imperial auction house opened south of town—Holy York Auction House! They scrapped that old mountain shack up north. Wanna... go with me this weekend?"*

*"Nope, I’ve got to earn—Wait. Auction house?"*

Olivia’s eyebrows shot up. She stroked her chin, thinking.

*Ohhh... interesting.* She’d nearly forgotten this angle. Perfect—she’d been itching to get stronger. Mastering magic overnight? Impossible. But snagging OP gear? For a game-savvy transmigrator like her? Child’s play.

Plus... her wallet had finally fattened up.

*"Livvy? You’ll come with me?"*

*"Uh... no!"* Olivia shook her head slightly. Natasha slumped, sighing:

*"Fine... I won’t go alone then. Boring."*

*Perfect.*

Because honestly—

Olivia planned to go *secretly* alone.