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Ulysses was back at the white room again after logging back into the game. Dawn was there, as if she had no other job other than to cater to him.
"Are you prepared?" the goddess asked, her silvery hair cascading over her shoulder, her ocean blue eyes peering into his.
Ulysses shrugged. "Will this be painful?" he asked after a thought.
Dawn nodded. "But nothing you can't handle," she said. "It was the advancement after copper that you need to be worried about."
"Then there's no need to wait," Ulysses said, standing up. "Make me your Savant."
Dawn regarded him for a second. "Are you sure about this because this is going to shift your future development."
Ulysses shrugged again. "Don't waver my mindset again."
"Fine, let's go," Dawn stood up as well, though this was merely one of her projections. "By the way, you aren't my Savant. It's Dawn Savant, not Dawn's Savant."