All weapons and items remained in the backpack, along with a decent stock of supplementary potions...

Mu Yi scrolled through the various gear and miscellaneous potions displayed on his panel.

Thank goodness he hadn’t cleaned out his backpack earlier—he’d be crying his eyes out right now.

After all, he’d arrived in this unfamiliar new world. Keeping some hidden cards up his sleeve always brought peace of mind.

"Master? Are you sure I shouldn’t revert to my original form?"

Aiva trailed behind Mu Yi, her small steps hesitant. Her watery eyes shimmered with quiet longing.

She preferred staying by his side as a girl rather than in her true form.

*He’s human. Only a human girl could ever attract him—not a bald electronic pet like me.*

"This world has no high-tech gadgets. If you floated beside me in your true form, you’d draw unwanted attention."

"Besides," Mu Yi closed his character panel and turned, "Aiva’s current form is so adorable. How could I bear to change you back?"

Her pure white fitted dress elegantly traced her delicate curves. Petite yet perfectly proportioned, she stood around 165 centimeters tall—exactly his type.

The pristine thigh-high stockings accentuated her slender legs. Sunlight glinted off the silk, revealing a faint, natural flush beneath the white. So pure. So lovely.

"*White stockings*... Not bad at all..."

Mu Yi stroked his chin, murmuring thoughtfully.

If the demoness earlier was a fiercely alluring black panther, Aiva was a gentle, blushing lamb—their natures complete opposites.

"*Opposites or not... I like them both.*"

He stepped before Aiva, bowed like a gentleman, then knelt to admire the serene white before him.

"M-Master?"

Confused by his sudden scrutiny, Aiva froze. That intense gaze made her feel like prey under a wolf’s stare. Panic fluttered in her chest.

"Hmm... *Ah!*"

After a long moment, Mu Yi gasped as if spotting treasure. His hand shot out instinctively.

"*NO!!*"

Aiva clamped both hands over her skirt hem and kicked upward—a fierce leg whip launching him ten meters away.

"*Ah!! Master, are you alright?!*"

Aiva paled, hands flying to her mouth as she shrieked in horror.

*What have I done?! I just kicked my own master?!*

"Master! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to—"

She rushed to his side, hauling him up from the dirt. Her face was ghostly white, voice trembling.

*Why did I panic? I adore him! It was just a thigh touch... Why did I react like that?!*

"*Now* I’m one hundred percent certain we’ve left the game behind. This world is truly real."

Mu Yi lay sprawled on his back, eyes closed, grinning. Not a trace of anger—only smug satisfaction.

"That move would’ve triggered divine lightning punishment for sexual harassment back in-game. But nothing happened."

He opened his eyes, meeting Aiva’s tearful, remorseful gaze. Pinching her soft cheek, he flashed a dazzling grin.

"Aiva, your thighs are *incredibly* soft. I crown them the softest ever."

He squeezed his right hand nostalgically, then gave her a thumbs-up.

*Worth getting kicked by my cute sprite.*

"Master... can’t you be serious for once...?"

Aiva pouted, exasperated—but a secret warmth bloomed in her chest.

*He touched me... Does that mean he finds me attractive? Maybe... maybe he’d accept me as his mate...*

"*Ahem.* Just a scientific experiment. Purely experimental."

Catching her skeptical look, Mu Yi’s cheeks flushed. He coughed, scrambling upright to hide his embarrassment.

"Master—a caravan approaches. Five hundred meters back on the road."

Aiva suddenly turned toward the distant path. Horse-drawn carriages rumbled closer.

"Hoofbeats. Creaking wheels."

Mu Yi followed her gaze. Faint sounds carried on the wind.

*Perfect timing. I needed locals to explain this world anyway...*