An Li had just woken up. Meanwhile, Luo Xiaoxiao—who hadn’t slept much the previous night and had crept out early to sneak An Li’s laptop for gaming—was holed up in a tiny three-square-meter room beside the bedroom.

Gaming sounds drifted out regularly.

Ever since An Li brought her laptop, Luo Xiaoxiao had often snuck it while she slept. After all, as a nocturnal being, An Li didn’t mind losing a little rest.

An Li had rolled her eyes a few times, then stopped caring. Anything important on the laptop was password-locked anyway.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Luo Xiaoxiao’s father was rarely home, so visitors were uncommon. But at that familiar knocking rhythm, An Li knew trouble had arrived.

Sure enough, a nun in full habit stood at the door.

“Good day, Executor. This is the mission dossier from headquarters. Please accept it.” She handed over a thick folder. “Additionally, several bishops are perplexed by your prolonged stay. They request a report soon. For any extended stay, please submit a formal application.”

An Li irritably touched the collar around her neck and stayed silent.

Just then, a soft, sweet voice floated from the inner room:

“Let’s go, ruaBruaB! Charge!”

“Long barrel, smoke, flash—anyone? Pretty please~”

“Nice! Bro, toss me an AUG!”

“Help!”

“Squad up? I’ve got a loli voice.”

Truly a loli voice.

The nun glanced toward the sound. “Who is that?”

“None of your business,” An Li finally snapped. “Do I need to report to the Holy See every time I cohabit with a little girl?”

“No need. I shall take my leave,” the nun said with a slight bow. “Executor, please complete the mission promptly.”

An Li shut the door, frustration simmering.

The Holy See was never a warm place—especially for people like her. The stronger your ability, the higher your rank, the deeper the chill you felt.

Especially for someone like An Li: a “dangerous individual.” Yet she couldn’t leave the Holy See, and the Holy See couldn’t do without her.

Still, they watched her closely. Even though An Li desperately needed the collar the Holy See provided—requiring periodic replacement to suppress certain things—they remained uneasy.

That was why she’d said “cohabiting with a little girl.” She knew the Holy See expected someone “problematic” like her to have quirks.

“I’m telling you, bro—look at your ADR, your rating. Even I’m better. I wasn’t trying to squad with you; I was aiming for the top player… Wait, you’re a booster and can’t duo? Okay.”

I sighed and closed the game. Failed to find a carry. So depressing.

“Stop playing,” An Li called from outside. “Pack your things. We’re heading out.”

“The mission’s here?”

My heart skipped. An Li mentioned it daily, but I still hadn’t expected it this soon.

I got up, washed my face and brushed my teeth in the bathroom.

“How strange… Why does An Li cover the mirror?”

The house had only one mirror—this very one, where I first saw my new appearance. After An Li moved in, she draped it with a towel. I could only lift it when needed.

“She’s so pretty. Why avoid mirrors?”

I couldn’t figure it out. Didn’t dare ask.

In the living room, An Li was studying a folder, her delicate brows slightly furrowed. Mood clearly sour.

Normal. An Li was often like this. Online, I’d secretly nicknamed her “Miss Grumpy.”

Friends gave me the matching alias: “Miss Clueless.” Just for fun. A pair.

“Is that the mission file?” I guessed. “Can I look?”

“Go ahead. I’m not stopping you.”

Relieved, I climbed onto a stool to peek.

[Wuzhou City, Lianyun District Incident]

Type: Evil Spirit (ghost)

Danger Level: S

Transmission: Indirect contact infection

Confirmed deaths: 500+

Note: All Holy See personnel in Lianyun District perished via indirect contact. No active presence remains. All Wuzhou City Holy See members are on alert and will provide no assistance. Executor must resolve independently.

“Whoa, what even is this?” My head spun. “Zero useful details, and that tone—so casual about dumping this on you alone.”

“No matter,” An Li said calmly. “They’d offer little anyway. No lodging arranged, no cover for investigations.”

I blinked. “Danger Level S… and no combat backup?”

I didn’t know the Holy See’s scale, but S had to be high. Could there be SSR above it?

“Before, maybe. Now?” An Li shook her head. “The Vampire Purge Operation cost us dearly. Personnel shortages run deep—especially fighters.”

I pouted. So why pick a fight with vampires anyway? They never asked to be “evolution material.”

If you’re *that* capable… why not go challenge the Queen of Night head-on?