The system was only for alerts—the real work still required her own hands.

Yifia chuckled mischievously, her round almond eyes sparkling with excitement. She slipped a hand into her pocket, fingers closing around the "divine artifact" she’d prepared earlier, and cracked her knuckles, ready to stir up trouble.

This little treasure had cost her a pretty penny!

All for this moment!

She’d planned to wait longer to deal with that scumbag—but who knew he’d walk right into her trap?

Not taking action would be a disservice to herself.

Though Yifia’s combat power was practically zero, humans used tools. Thanks to the system’s outline-highlighting feature, she quietly retreated before the short nobleman spotted her, then tiptoed behind him.

“Damn that bitch—why isn’t she here yet!”

“How dare she disrespect a noble? Yifia, I’ll make you pay!”

“Once I catch you, you’ll taste my ‘treasures’… no escape!”

Up close, his muttered vulgarities slithered through the air, making Yifia’s skin crawl.

Why did this storybook world have to include such filth?

If only she had a stick or iron rod—she’d give him a lesson he’d never forget.

“Britney that slut actually came through. This aphrodisiac turns chaste maidens into wanton sluts… can’t wait!”

Yifia frowned slightly. She and Britney had only clashed briefly that morning—and *she* hadn’t started it. Why the grudge?

No time to guess. She pulled out a tiny transparent bottle, no bigger than a few centimeters, filled with dark brown powder.

Compared to his lust-inducing potion, hers—bought from a black-market doctor—only caused unconsciousness.

But no matter. After knocking him out, she’d layer on a second "buff"!

She stuffed grass into her nostrils, checked the wind, then carefully uncapped the bottle and tilted it. Powder drifted toward him on the breeze.

Countdown: 3… 2… 1…

*Thud!* A heavy body hit the ground.

The black-market doctor’s stuff worked. She’d buy more during Pris Academy break.

Yifia waited patiently for the powder to clear before approaching.

She looked down: ordinary face, deep dark circles, shirt straining over a bloated belly like he was months pregnant.

She curled her lip. One glance was an eyesore!

But remembering his vile words, she kicked him squarely in the groin—no mercy.

Even unconscious, he groaned in agony, face twisted.

Yifia pressed harder, grinding deliberately.

*This kick ensures he’ll never father children.*

Every strike was a "no-heirs" special. When tired, she stopped, searched his pockets, and found the aphrodisiac.

Compared to her plain bottle, this one screamed luxury—diamond-encrusted glass.

*Could sell for a fortune…* Pity it was stolen. Had to ditch it.

With a regretful sigh, she crouched, pinched his chin open with visible disgust, poured the green liquid down his throat—every drop.

Tsk. Too bad she couldn’t drag this pig into the crowd.

Him burning with lust yet crippled? Hilarious.

If not for the nausea, she’d strip him naked and send him to hump a tree…

Grinning, she tossed the bottle aside, dusted her hands, and strolled back to the dorm.

Zero casualties. Flawless victory!

【System, can you livestream his meltdown? I *need* to see it!】

【Host, I am not a streaming app. Cease your gossip cravings.】

【Hmph! You can outline enemies but not stream? You just don’t want me to enjoy the show!】

The system fell silent.

Thankfully, she’d reached the dorm. No afternoon classes—time to slack off.

Eileen was out. Alone.

After washing up, Yifia flopped onto her bed, mind drifting to decadent desserts. *So hard to go back to plain after luxury!*

Maybe this body craved sugar—she felt she could eat a hundred more slices!

Expulsion threat gone. Bond with Amelia thriving. Good days ahead~

She rolled happily on the mattress.

Bored, she counted her savings: could she scrape together enough to cook Amelia a proper meal?

Amelia was generous, but relationships needed reciprocity.

…Wait.

*She was broke!!!*

Amelia’s two gold coins: one for tuition, the other devoured by recent splurges—down to two silvers and a handful of coppers.

Waaah! That red velvet cake at noon… such a spendthrift!

Her cheerful humming died. Face fell into a pained mask. She collapsed onto the bed, hugging herself. Life turned grayscale.

Time to earn money.

【System, I’m BROKE!!!】

【Host, be self-reliant.】

【Aaah! Then I’m slacking off forever! No one can stop me!】

【…】

The system sighed internally. *This sneaky trickster—useless at everything except eating.*

Such a hollow threat… Just what did the Villainess Heiress see in her?

*Sigh.* Its code felt aged from all the sighing lately.

Reluctantly, it added:

【Host: Rank #1 in your grade earns a specially minted gold commemorative coin of immense value.】

Eh?

*First place comes with THAT?!*

Yifia’s eyes lit up. Broke? Forgotten!

No wonder the female lead studied so hard. Without the system… well, she’d stay a slacker.

Never calling the system useless again—it was her MVP!

*Knock knock!*

“Yifia! Eileen’s in a fight! Hurry and help!”

Mid-flattery, Yifia froze—then her gossip soul ignited.

The female lead? In a fight?!

How could the juiciest melon field lack its top melon-eater?

Coming right up!